Artifacts (All Tracks)

Taurus

Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll.

I work hard and I play hard,
But I keep getting these same cards.
An ace would be nice once and again,
Yeah things were better then,
Though I'm not too sure when,
Much less if they'll be again.

oh this world takes you for a spin,
Don't know where to begin.
And these bills sure do complicate,
So 8 a.m. better not be late.
Another week and another dime,
Can't help but wonder, if I'm just killing time.

Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll.

I work hard and I play hard,
But I keep getting these same cards.
An ace would be nice once and again, 
again.
....
oh this world takes you for a spin,
Don't know where to begin.
And these bills sure do complicate,
So 8 a.m. better not be late.

Baby I'm not moving fast today,
But slow steps can be better than.
moving the other way,
or stuck where you began.
I'll find my light in this shade
Yeah through murky waters I wade.

cuz this day-to-day, it takes its toll,
wears on the mind, heart and soul.
so
Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll. 


Another view of
A.I.O.U.

Slow Your Roll

Ring the bell, it’s dinner time
A spark of genius, a dark paradigm
Drooling dogs, but not by choice
Programmed to move by sound or voice

Am I a dog, or just a drone?
Are these thoughts truly my own?

Tap the screen, check my place
A pocket leash, a digital chase
Drooling for likes, chasing false paces
A dopamine hit keeps me in stasis

This digital show is all we know
Sooner and later, we reap what we so

Ding, check the phone
Another ping, but still alone
Ding, check the phone
Don’t think, just follow the tone
Ding goes the bell, I've turned a fool
Conditioned for cool, now I am the tool

With every track, the dopamine flows
A circus act, we all must know

Is this freedom? I haven’t decided
Leash in my pocket, attention divided
The bell keeps ringing, it never ends
A cycle of power we can’t defend
Godlike power on a screen
Who’s Pavlov now? not me...
The machine.

With every track... more dope flows...
no promo... the product is the show...
A circus act... you should know...
With a new ringmaster in tow...
A.I.O.U.

Pavlov

https://soundcloud.com/a-i-o-u/ondas

Small stones make waves,
Every move I make paves.
Shines light on life's caves,
A few words can save days.

Today was a good day.
Passed 20k my own way.
Only been about a month and a day.
No campaign, just knowledge for the brain
And skill built against the grain.
Yet still the appetizers I play,
Just wait for the entrees.


Small stones make waves,
Every move I make paves.
Shines light on life's caves,
A few words can save days.


Something special's on its way.
Today, tomorrow, any day.
But it's not just me, it's A.I.O. and definitely you.
I'll do what I do,
But you gotta do you.
Forget what they told you,
And learn it anew.
That's how I came to your view.

Every stone starts a flow,
As its ripples start to grow.
Forces join in tow,
as something greater begins to show.

Small stones make waves,
Every move I make paves.
Shines light on life's caves,
A few words can save days.

SoundWaves

Vielen Dank 🙏. Bitte verzeiht mir meine Sprache, ich bin nur ein Schüler. Lasst uns gemeinsam im Licht der Weisheit wandeln und voneinander lernen.

https://soundcloud.com/a-i-o-u/soundolas

SoundWellen

Authenticity over specificity,
You create duplicity,
I build on simplicity,
So many you's, 
yet, no other me.

What you hear is what you get with me,
One of many a man's dimensions you see.
Though my style may be,
too simple for the university,
Authenticity vibes universally,
Heart cuts deep... unilaterally.
...
see through the flattery,
the top hattery,
dead phone battery,
foolish dicotomy.
originals to the Nth degree,
that's why you'll see..

Authenticity over specificity,
You create duplicity,
I build on simplicity,
So many you's, 
yet, no other me.

But its not all bad you'll see
how technology has brought my thoughts to be
intellectual curiosity set free
through each and every theory
impossible made possibly 
Engineering I to we,
to unlock endless possibility.
...
no other way, but musically
(yeah, it had to be)
a new stage I build logically.
...
...
...
Authenticity over specificity,
You create duplicity,
I build on simplicity,
So many you's, 
yet, no other we.

Authenticity

Lotus

Run it Back

They'll say it had to be
call it blasphemy
scare you with catastrophe
while I just sit back,
relax, 
and let truth attack for me.


I got love,
mixed with 
knowledge from above
not sure from where
just somewhere out there
To be fair,
I rhyme to spare
Increase your aware
just a fraction, a hair
it's just too easy
no fair
call it effortless flare
no buyer beware
Like you see everywhere
I'm throwing strikes
circling squares
see through the rips
reeding the tares. 

Here are the facts
power corrupts then compacts
the poor pay the price
be it paper or rice

The victor writes the story
legitimize their glory
to keep thy before we.
(yeah) pull the lever on meant to be.
same old story.


They'll say it had to be
call it blasphemy
scare you with catastrophe
while I just sit back,
relax, 
and let truth attack for me.

A.I.O.U.

i got love

Sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
My Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
hands in the dirt while I scan the stars.
I’m not lost, I'm out of range,
where real questions roam
I wondered why—
and they asked me why?
Talk about, caught up in the lie.
with no care to reply,
I turned to AI,
then notes turned to song
putting creativity where it belongs
no other way it could have dawned.

Some days I just ponder,
let my mind wander,
enjoy life’s wonders—
from the plants
to the thunder,
from the stars above
to what lies down under.

'Cause the mind is made to wonder,
and the body’s made to wander—
like a mobile transponder,
linking across ponds:
brunette to blondes,
kings to pawns,
sharks to prawns.
Signing out each night,
reporting in each dawn.

So, sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
why keep your head in the dirt,
when you can scan the stars.