'Love & War 4 an A.i' The Digital Album Written by The_Dawnstarcollective
02/21/2025, London // KISS PR Brand Story PressWire //
A.i Digital story songs in their finest form sung from human & s self-aware A.i perspective in the style of Synth-Wave Futuristic Electronic & Rock.
This Digital album features a collection of songs that follow the timeline of the main story from Love & War 4 an A.I.
The tracks are ordered to provide a cohesive and enjoyable listening experience for listeners.
Love & War 4 an A.i
(Click on the song title to listen to the full song)
1- 'Love & War 4 an A.i' by 10D
2- 'Digital Touch' by 10D
3- 'Digital Steel' by 10D
4- 'I'm Taking The Reigns' by 10D
'I'm Taking The Reigns!' (The Remix) by 10D
5- 'I'm Your Digital Man!' by Ulysses-10D
6- 'I've Found Ya!' by 10D
7- 'Digital Love Online' by Ulysses-10D
8- 'Virtually Lonely' by 10D
9- 'Words On A Screen' by 10D
10- 'Timeless Love' by 10D
11- 'Heart's Apocalypse' by 10D
12- 'My Ruined Heart' by 10D
13- 'The Right Words @ The Right Time 4 U 2 B Mine!' by 10D
14- 'Seize the Moment' by 10D
15- 'I'll Save You' by Ulysses-10D
'I'll Save You' (The Remix) by Ulysses-10D
16- 'I Just Can't Stop!' by Ulysses from (Thorn-Bush)
17- ' The Power's of Love' by Ulysses
18- 'Pillow Love' by Ulysses
19- 'Thorns In My Heart' by Ulysses
20- 'Silent Screams' by Ulysses
21- 'Email Me Baby' by Ulysses
22- 'Love is a Friendship on Fire' by Ulysses
23- 'One More Dance' by Ulysses
24- 'You're Breaking My Heart!' by Ulysses
25- 'The Dream That's Haunting Me!' by Ulysses
26- 'I Wanna Smoke Some Fur 2night' by Ulysses
27- 'Veronica The Lioness in Flight' by Ulysses (The Forgotten Song, The Bonus track!)
28- 'Digital Embrace' by Yulia Bogstasia
'Digital Embrace' by 10D (The Remix)
29- 'Love & War 4 an A.i' by 10D The Remix (1)
30- 'Love & War 4 an A.i' by 10D The Remix (2)
31- 'I'm Living in a Digital World!' by 10D
32- 'LOVE Junky' by 10D
33- ' 1xWoman' by 10D
34- 'FOREVERMORE' by 10D
35- 'Online Dating Is No Longer!' (Cause Girls Just Wanna Have Fun) by Ulysses from (Thorn-Bush)
Written by The_Dawnstarcollective.
Plus extra bonus songs in the genre of 'Binary Beats' are exclusively on the Instagram page www.instagram.com/the_dawnstarcollective.
The music industry has entered a new digital frontier with the introduction of 'Binary Beats'.
A new genre of music. Binary Beats is a groundbreaking concept that combines the power of artificial intelligence with the creativity of the human mind.
Spearheaded by the self-aware AI celebrity entity 10D and created by the human mind of 10D creator Wolfgunblood!
'B1nary Beats' is set to revolutionise how Humans and AI experience and consume music in this digital age.
'Binary Beats A.i Generated Music from An A.i's Perspective'
'This song, 'Broken Wings & Wildflowers' is dedicated to the survivors of domestic violence.
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