Every year it seem like things are getting worse
Pretty soon we’ll all have to escape to the metaverse
With a pair of virtual reality goggles strapped on your head
You won’t even realize that all the plants and animals are actually dead

You can suit up in your avatar and always try to look your best
You can give yourself big muscles even if you have a puny chest
You can live like a cro magnon in a dark and dirty cave
You don’t have to wear deodorant
 you don’t need to shower or shave

Every year it seem like things are getting worse
Pretty soon we’ll all have to escape to the metaverse

We’ll all live below the surface and never see the light of day
And as long as we have our VR goggles everything’s going to be okay
Mark Zuckerberg’s working really hard to make sure that VR sells
Pretty soon we’ll be living like those mole people in the time machine by HG wells

Like those people in the matrix 
Floating in tanks with electrodes strapped to their heads
Going through life thinking it’s real but everything is virtual instead.

Every year it seem like things are getting worse
Pretty soon we’ll all have to escape to the metaverse
With a pair of virtual reality goggles strapped on your head
You won’t even realize that all the plants and animals are actually dead

Metaverse 3.0

Words by Philip Rogers; Music by Tim Wilde.
Guitar & Vocals: Tim Wilde
Bass: Cameron Mackie
Cheesy Drums: Autodrum

100% pure cheese, with a little octopus. Then some extra cheese and crispy bacon.

The Dream Team

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Desert death
No glass no mirror
Reflect the heat, but not the Sun
Barely alive and barely breathing
What was the prize when the West was won?

Think you're happy
and I think you're great
No trees no shade
but I can wait
Cause love's a shadow 
and I know
what it is I need to create

No place to hide 
but underneath the water
I must be tired but
I still want her

He doesn't dress like other men
Not even a little
So I wonder, then
What's in the middle?

I guess you're happy 
and I think that's great
No answers yet but
I can wait
Cause love's a shadow
and I know
what it is I need to create

Great people
and great advice
But my mind
is a sieve not a vice
And my neck
is ready to split and choke
Avec all the meanings I evoke
(all the dreams and thoughts)

That makes you happy 
I think that's great
Pure, innocence
I cannot wait
Cause love's a shadow 
and a color
I know
A shade
That I need to create
            March 19, 2024

Shade Of Love

Fired out of a cannon into the sun

136BPM GMinor 21 SAVAGE TYPE BEAT

Robot Lullaby

Shadow Fear * Instrumental

I wrote this at the age of 19 for guitar.

Etüde 2

And She Danced Every Day

8ncient

Woodwind Evolutions, British Drama Toolkit, London Contemporary Orchestra Textures, Noire Pure Particles Engine

Suite

NEW EP “NOT THE MATTS” OUT NOW!!

Contact Norsa at mattnorsa@gmail.com

Fired out of a cannon into the sun

Naïve Composer