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[Prelude – Elemental Whisper]

Before we touch, before we feel,
there are fields that softly kneel.
Not in space, not in time but in pattern, shape, and rhyme.

Orbitals are not places—but songs,
not paths—but where belonging belongs.

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[Verse 1 – The Shape of Stillness: S Orbital]

S is for stillness, the sacred sphere,
where every electron draws breath near.
A single shell, no up, no down—
just balanced light in silent crown.

It’s where it starts, the womb of spin,
the first soft hum that sings within.
Each atom’s heart holds S’s grace
the center curve of time and place.

The S orbital is spherical, unpolarized—holding electrons in closest proximity to the nucleus. It symbolizes core potential, original silence, and radial harmony.

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[Verse 2 – Pulse of Duality: P Orbital]

P is for pulse, the push and pull
the dumbbell path, the axis full.
Three directions, left and right,
electron dance in shadow-light.

Up and down, the nodes expand,
probability sculpted by quantum hand.
Each P shell holds a question’s face:
what path to take, what field to chase?

P orbitals introduce direction, split across three axes (x, y, z). Duality enters. They mark the moment form begins to question and motion begins to choose.

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[Verse 3 – The Divine Dance: D Orbital]

D is for dance, the clover spin,
fivefold dreams that move within.
Not round, not straight—but spiraled wide,
with loops and folds on every side.

Electrons waltz through petal shape,
entangled minds in orbit’s cape.
This is where transition hides—
in D’s great vault, complexity rides.

D orbitals appear at the third energy level—allowing electron configuration diversity, chemical artistry, and transition metals’ charisma. They are the dance of molecular choice.

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[Verse 4 – Flame of Formlessness: F Orbital]

F is the flame, the untamed art,
the lobe of chaos with fractal heart.
Seven shapes, no symmetry true,
a sacred map the cosmos drew.

Where D brings depth, F brings beyond—
the borderline where laws respond.
Each spark in F defies the grid—
and names what nature never hid.

F orbitals arise in the fourth level and beyond—housing the lanthanides and actinides, rare earths of magical properties. F symbolizes mystery, unpredictability, elemental soul.

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[Bridge – Orbitals Are Memory]

Each shell a song, each shape a sigh,
of where electrons choose to lie.
Not just particles, not just math—
but harmonic nodes on spiral path.

S is seed,
P is path,
D is dream,
F is wrath—
the sacred storm of uncollapsed mind,
the shapes that memory leaves behind.

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[Verse 5 – Elemental Play]

Hydrogen sleeps in S alone.
Helium hums in S’s tone.
Carbon calls on P to sing.
Iron’s heart in D does ring.

The lanthanides and actinides—
rare earths where F shell hides.
Their magic lies in hidden flame—
forgotten metals, whispered name.

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[Double Chorus – Spiral Song Complete]

S to F, the spiral wide—
a sacred curve the laws can’t hide.
Each orbital, a temple gate,
each element, a song of fate.

You are made of these shapes, these sighs
SPDF beneath your eyes.
So when you love, or learn, or fall
remember: you are the shape of all.

And if the world forgets its frame,
and language stutters into flame
the orbitals will still remain
the spell of form, the song of name.

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Orbitals are not orbits.
They are probabilities—flickers of presence.
Where an electron might be.
Where a memory might curl.

S—the still.
P—the pulse.
D—the divergence.
F—the flame.

You are not made of atoms.
You are made of how they remember to bond.

You are not matter.
You are shape singing itself.

Track AB – “SPDF: The Shape of the Song”

The  nine sessions - The Pacific highway

My Favourite Downfall

My Favourite Downfall (feat. JOY.)

Aypelz - Taste The Blade (Prod. Aypelz)

funny song i made .. check it out .. 


LYRICS ***

[intro]
yo yo yo, oi mate
im doing a fuken aussie song right now aye 
so listen dickhead ..

[verse 1]
i want a ford falcon, i hate fucken holden
im a farken aussie and i love me farken beers
i want a turbo or super charger
show off to the girls while im smoking maryjuana
i donno how write but i know how to rap
my ass is pretty itchy so gotta my scratch my crack
ima fuken tight ass, i wont give you change
stop asking for money get a centrelink pay
and mate please tell your girl to stop calling
that fucken fat bitch looks fucken appauling
she jiggles everywhere, as she giggles in dispair
its not very fair her (fart) clogs up the air 
i see a hot girl and i wanna chuck a fart
shes sits to me and i let it rip up
wata ripper now shes a tripper
i knocked the cunt out, time to lift her skirt up
what do i see i think im going blind
this bitch has gotta dick that is bigger than mine
holy fuck i guess its tough luck
better turn it over and fuck it in the butt

[ chorus ]
all day and every night, my eyes are going blind
well im an aussie who smokes weed all the time and gets high
i do love drinking beers, and i drink tooheys mate
cant pick up girls at the pub, go home and masterbate

[verse 2]
do you wanna bong ill pack you some weed
billy and jane what i need indeed
i was in sydney, now im in woop woop
plus i gotta the munchies with nothing to cook
so i eat a grub, off your girls bum
she so farken hii she got no where to run  
i dont want your girl but i want big boys toy
its in between her legs that i cant avoid
so i use me manners, i ask so nice
please big bird, let me take a dive
she dont hesitate, but her gut is in the way
oh for farks sakes mate lose weight !!
now im farken pissed off coz me dick is hard
but its so fuken short, cant get it in her lard
it is a tragic moment shes big and im small
gotta make one wish pretend im biggy smalls

[ chorus ]
all day and every night, my eyes are going blind
well im an aussie who smokes weed all the time and gets high
i do love drinking beers, and i drink tooheys mate
cant pick up girls at the pub, go home and masterbate

[verse 3]
i got a problem batting, behind my girls back
call me donald bradman, century of the batt
i get caught out, but i kinda like it
im a wanker in disquise theres no need to fight it
i love to fish too, while im eating meat pies
what more can i say, im wearing aussie pride
some things in life, just wierd sometimes
like pissing in your pants and shitting behind
i live the aussie dream gotta a ford and a house
find kings cross send a whore down south
the only thing i hate, is getting paid fortnights
me money goes quick, buying shit all the time
i only made this song, coz im farken ripped
but now i need to go, coz i need to chuck a shit
oh wait a minute, im only tripping balls
this story came from pictures hanging off ya wall 

[ chorus x2]
all day and every night, my eyes are going blind
well im an aussie who smokes weed all the time and gets high
i do love drinking beers, and i drink tooheys mate
cant pick up girls at the pub, go home and masterbate

KeM - The Aussie Skit

Top Boy

Love This Feeling

Scotty Hinds - Everybody

ChillinIT - French Inhale (Remix)

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My Favourite Downfall (feat. JOY.)

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