🌸Like a Breeze [@Akiko👸]

Ambient Japanese worldbeat with celtic undertone, trap, lo-fi, in C minor, Intro with beatbox shakuhachi, gothic, moving to slow and deep narration spoken intro, gentle chant chorus, Taiko buildup progressive metal with viking rhythms, taiko drums buildup, gritty guitars, and bass

V4.5

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Pour une personne que je considère maintenant une amie, Akiko (https://suno.com/@princessakikoheartfield)

Elle m'a déjà dit, certes a la plaisanterie, "Je le savais, ça veut dire que je suis moins inspirante qu’un courant d’air" après que j'ait, également quelque peu à la blague, dit que je pouvais écrire sur n'importe quoi, même un courant d'air. Cette phrase fut l'instigateur de qu'elle que soit le nom de ce que ce morceau est devenu, remplis de références et nuances qui pourrait certes être complètement perdu, mais faites dans le bon esprit avec un petit peu d'espieglerie bien mérité!

Akiko, tu as essayée de faire une blague et me manipulé pour faire une chanson pour toi! Et bien, qui est la blague maintenant!? Clairement moi!..... minute
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To one I've come to call a friend,  Akiko (https://suno.com/@princessakikoheartfield)

She once (jokingly) said to me "I knew it, it means I'm less inspiring than a breeze",  after I (also somewhat jokingly) said I could write from nearly anything, even a breeze. This phrase was the spark for whatever this piece has become, filled with many layers that may fly by, but know the entire thing is made in good spirit with a touch of (very deserved) mischief.

You tried to make a joke and manipulate me into doing a song Akiko! Well let's see who's the joke now!? Clearly me!.....wait
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[Narrator]
"Atop the tallest tower of her castle, Lady Akiko of House Heartfield, otherwise known as the princess of Suno, was in the midst of a critical debate: Did Lux the supposedly Just find her inspiring or not? Was he truly her friend or a mere servant that didn't know it? Was she manipulating him? Or was he un-manipulatable? Lets see how it goes as the dearest princess of the land brought the claim that she was less inspiring to him than a mere drafted breeze."

"Je le savais, ça veut dire que je suis moins inspirante qu’un courant d’air" (x2)

[Narrator]
"Her claim was laid.... What would Lux the maybe Just say in response...?"

Less inspiring than a breeze, seriously? You'd try that one to manipulate me? Oh really? 
Well you're up, you princessness of princerest princery peachness, 
I know your game but I'm game to play it, so lets talk shall we?

First: I'm rather unamused that you'd claim you're not a muse and that a draft got you egotistically bruised. Come on, we both know better, i shouldn't have to butter up the truth that you're a great person for you to know you had more impact on my writing than a mere fur thing or air blowing whistle of incriminating screams. The moon ain't witness, won't save me from the duress but if it save you from this quest of getting my pity for a jest dressed in self-deprecateness I'm willing to roll the ball on this mess. So stop being bugged by details I didn't entail because its just doing a derail of the facts of the tale. You're great, got me? Great! A true muse of musicality with the polyglotessence of a Shakespearian Molière that spent his adolescence in the land of rising brilliance... I mean sun. Not to make a pun but that rhyme couldn't be shunned. Regardless, you regalian princess, you should know you're the true light in the darkness and that's the meaning of my namesake so you know I can attest for that test of heightness your highness. So please stop bemusing yourself, you ARE a muse you bloody muse-evanescenceness, you're a musical musinescence with an amusing personality that make use of unused phonemes so well that even musophobes like your music. So seriously don't try it, you won't muzzle me with that fake melody of self-pity and deprecacity. I'll reinvent the whole lexicon to prove that con wrong. Wanted an homage? How about a presage of the mirage and the mid rage of cage you tried to encase on my face? Scratch that, how about a presage for the ages of inspired cordage of pages of wordage you got people write in spewage of language but not me, only English 'cause.....'cause cuz closed the clause with his claws for my Duolingo pause.
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Intermission: We interrupt this program for the following reason:
"What do we call the era of endless taxis? The cab age!"

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Alright, second, yeah I know, probably said more I'd say but who cares I ain't counting anyway. Fact is that you, yes you, are truly royalty of words, an echo of depth and heart that goes beyond with art and listens like a hawk and backs up her talks with kindness chalked warmth messages that hit like a massage after a long day of umbrage and miserous passages.

You are the rising sun, 
the light of dawn,
 the fire beyond 
that light the darkest pond 
and bring outs the best in the zealous crest.

But sure, less inspiring than a breeze. I wrote all of this from the wind.

Lady Akiko of House Heartfield, heed thy words:
"Tu es la lueur d'espoir de ceux qui l'ont perdu,
Les oreilles attentives de ceux dont l'echo fut, 
La positivité qui rebalance un millions de negativité, 
La rose qui envoute, mais dont les épines sont restez, 
Car tu sais te défendre et mordre."

言葉の姫、
ミューズよ、明子さん、
僕のではない。

しかし、確かに一人。

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Clairement moi!..... minute - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 To one I've come to call a friend, Akiko (https://suno.com/@princessakikoheartfield) She once (jokingly) said to me "I knew it, it means I'm less inspiring than a breeze", after I (also somewhat jokingly) said I could write from nearly anything, even a breeze. This phrase was the spark for whatever this piece has become, filled with many layers that may fly by, but know the entire thing is made in good spirit with a touch of (very deserved) mischief. You tried to make a joke and manipulate me into doing a song Akiko! Well let's see who's the joke now!? Clearly me!.....wait =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Narrator] "Atop the tallest tower of her castle, Lady Akiko of House Heartfield, otherwise known as the princess of Suno, was in the midst of a critical debate: Did Lux the supposedly Just find her inspiring or not? Was he truly her friend or a mere servant that didn't know it? Was she manipulating him? Or was he un-manipulatable? Lets see how it goes as the dearest princess of the land brought the claim that she was less inspiring to him than a mere drafted breeze." "Je le savais, ça veut dire que je suis moins inspirante qu’un courant d’air" (x2) [Narrator] "Her claim was laid.... What would Lux the maybe Just say in response...?" Less inspiring than a breeze, seriously? You'd try that one to manipulate me? Oh really? Well you're up, you princessness of princerest princery peachness, I know your game but I'm game to play it, so lets talk shall we? First: I'm rather unamused that you'd claim you're not a muse and that a draft got you egotistically bruised. Come on, we both know better, i shouldn't have to butter up the truth that you're a great person for you to know you had more impact on my writing than a mere fur thing or air blowing whistle of incriminating screams. The moon ain't witness, won't save me from the duress but if it save you from this quest of getting my pity for a jest dressed in self-deprecateness I'm willing to roll the ball on this mess. So stop being bugged by details I didn't entail because its just doing a derail of the facts of the tale. You're great, got me? Great! A true muse of musicality with the polyglotessence of a Shakespearian Molière that spent his adolescence in the land of rising brilliance... I mean sun. Not to make a pun but that rhyme couldn't be shunned. Regardless, you regalian princess, you should know you're the true light in the darkness and that's the meaning of my namesake so you know I can attest for that test of heightness your highness. So please stop bemusing yourself, you ARE a muse you bloody muse-evanescenceness, you're a musical musinescence with an amusing personality that make use of unused phonemes so well that even musophobes like your music. So seriously don't try it, you won't muzzle me with that fake melody of self-pity and deprecacity. I'll reinvent the whole lexicon to prove that con wrong. Wanted an homage? How about a presage of the mirage and the mid rage of cage you tried to encase on my face? Scratch that, how about a presage for the ages of inspired cordage of pages of wordage you got people write in spewage of language but not me, only English 'cause.....'cause cuz closed the clause with his claws for my Duolingo pause. --- --- --- --- Intermission: We interrupt this program for the following reason: "What do we call the era of endless taxis? The cab age!" --- --- --- --- Alright, second, yeah I know, probably said more I'd say but who cares I ain't counting anyway. Fact is that you, yes you, are truly royalty of words, an echo of depth and heart that goes beyond with art and listens like a hawk and backs up her talks with kindness chalked warmth messages that hit like a massage after a long day of umbrage and miserous passages. You are the rising sun, the light of dawn, the fire beyond that light the darkest pond and bring outs the best in the zealous crest. But sure, less inspiring than a breeze. I wrote all of this from the wind. Lady Akiko of House Heartfield, heed thy words: "Tu es la lueur d'espoir de ceux qui l'ont perdu, Les oreilles attentives de ceux dont l'echo fut, La positivité qui rebalance un millions de negativité, La rose qui envoute, mais dont les épines sont restez, Car tu sais te défendre et mordre." 言葉の姫、ミューズよ、明子さん、僕のではない。しかし、確かに一人。

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