Monday, January 12, 2026

"No Deposit, No Return" - An AI Song About A Dreams Attendant

SURREAL ... and oddly sweet. "He Takes A Memory From The Shelf, And Introduces Me To Myself" - cool. Image Credit: Kelly Boesch AI Art via YouTube (2025)

"No Deposit, No Return" - An AI Song About A Dreams Attendant

The mind is not a private residence but a furnished rental, occupied nightly by an unseen attendant who never signs the lease. This invisible lodger arrives without announcement, rearranges the furniture of recollection with careless authority, and hides the front door key somewhere among the cushions of yesterday. 

One wakes to find the familiar room subtly askew: the ceiling painted in the pattern of a floor, the ordinary doorway now opening onto an improbable ocean that breathes salt and silence into the carpet. It is domestic trespass of the most intimate kind.

Here are glimpses of those impossible rooms where reality spills through portals and furniture defies gravity in dreamlike disarray:

The attendant is neither wholly guest nor wholly thief; he is something more unsettling - a ghost who eats the host, a magician whose sleight consists not in disappearing coins but in vanishing certainties. He stitches shadows directly to the bone until the body itself becomes a screen for private films projected from no projector. 

With a casual flourish he plucks a memory from the shelf, dusts it off, and introduces the owner to himself as though they had never properly met. In these hours the self becomes a stranger wearing someone else's shoes, walking a script never auditioned for, flying without benefit of wings while a telephone rings in perfect, unnerving silence.

The shadowy, ghostly presence that haunts these nocturnal rearrangements, stitching darkness to flesh and conjuring silent horrors:

Yet there is a bitter symmetry to the arrangement. The castle built of smoke stands for a splendid hour before the attendant, with the smirk of a private joke, dismantles it brick by vaporous brick. No deposit is required for entry into this tenancy; no return is ever expected. One simply awakens to the same rented head, the same rearranged furniture, the same missing key, and wonders - half in dread, half in recognition - whether the attendant ever truly leaves at dawn, or whether he simply steps behind the mirror and waits for nightfall once again.

And the fleeting, dissolving castle of smoke itself, erected and erased in the borderlands of the subconscious:

These haunting visuals and the evocative song we, at Symblogogy title "No Deposit, No Return" (also known as part of the track "Dreams") come from the creative vision of Kelly Boesch AI Art, who crafts the surreal AI-generated cinematic experience using Midjourney for imagery, VEO3 for animation, and Suno for the music - lyrics penned by Kelly herself to personify the strange, intrusive nature of dreams. No Deposit... No Return.


No Deposit, No Return

I rent my head out every night  
to an attendant I can't see  

He rearranges furniture  
and hides the front door key  

He paints a ceiling with a floor  
and puts an ocean behind the door  

He's a liar, he's a ghost  
He's a guest who eats the host  

Stitching shadows to the bone  
Making movies on his own  

A magician with a sleight of hand  
Taking me to no man's land  

He takes a memory from the shelf  
and introduces me to myself  

He makes me fly without a wing  
He makes a silent telephone ring  

He writes a script I didn't choose  
Walking in someone else's shoes  

He builds a castle out of smoke  
then breaks it like a private joke  

No Deposit ... No Return
ENDS - Credit: YouTube Transcript with edits (2025)

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Friday, January 02, 2026

Celebrate 2026 With "Still Alive": A Masculine Artificial Intelligence Jubilation For A New Year

AI Surreal Dance Video | Play It Late, Play It Loud >>> Ready for a new year and a new outlook. Hope and positivity. Sending good vibes to everyone :-). Image Credit: Kelly Boesch AI Art via YouTube (2026)

C
elebrate 2026 With "Still Alive": A Masculine Artificial Intelligence Jubilation For A New Year

In the quiet hours just past midnight on January 1, 2026, as the world steps tentatively into a brand new year, this song emerges as a raw, unpolished celebration of resilience and quiet defiance. The narrator finds himself in a dimly lit bar or empty room, where the weight of the old year lingers like stale smoke, yet he cranks the music late and loud - not for show, but for survival. The tracks that cut deepest are the honest ones: they don't offer false hope or easy fixes; they simply acknowledge the chaos, the unhealed wounds, and the stubborn persistence of life.

As the lyrics unfold, the music becomes a silent companion that shares the pain without judgment, rattling bones and cracking open guarded spaces. It proves, in its refusal to take sides or promise salvation, that the listener is still here - chest throbbing with the beat, doubt and hunger colliding, yet undeniably alive. Witnesses to others dancing in fleeting freedom or drinking in defeat underscore the song's indifference to victory; it plays on regardless.

When the final note fades into silence, the room appears unchanged, the night as thin as before, but something authentic has shifted within. In this moment of transition into 2026, the song delivers one more reason not to quit - a gritty, unspoken toast to endurance, reminding all who hear it that mere survival, felt deeply in the chest, is its own triumphant beginning.



"Still Alive" (A New Year's Anthem for 2026)

I don't play music for the man.  
I play it late. I play it loud.  
When the hours cheap, the bars half dead,  
and I don't feel like being proud.  

It slides in slow, it hits me wrong.  
It knows the mess I'm living in.  
It rattles bones, it cracks the room.  
Unless the honest parts begin.  

I feel the music in my chest.  
When things don't heal, they just survive.  
It doesn't promise anything.  
It only proves I'm still alive.  

Some songs stumble through the door.  
Some walking clean and leave a stain.  
The good ones never say a word.  
They just sit down and share the pain.  

They don't pretend to make me whole.  
They don't ask why I stay so long.  
They play it straight. They play it true.  
They play me back what I get wrong.  

I feel the music in my chest.  
Where doubt and hunger both collide.  
It doesn't save me from myself.  
It just refuses to take sides.  

I've seen men dance like they were free.  
I've seen them drink like they were done.  
The song keeps going either way.  
It doesn't care who won.  

I feel the music when it ends.  
When silence hits and nothing said,  
the room looks same. The night still thin,  
but something real moved through my head  
with one more reason not to quit.
ENDS


Let us all enjoy a year in which America celebrates, praises, and glorifies the passing of 250 years of formation through a Constitution that guarantees and honors the highest level of Human respect - freedom of speech and expression.

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