In da Club - Produced by Paul Jeanes

Alvin Guitardust - You Make My Heart Burn - Dee Jay Prism Mellow Mix DJPM

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Firefighters battle massive fire at Amherst apartment complex. According to a news release from Amherst Fire Chief Lindsay Stromgren, the fire was originally reported by 911 callers at 8:19 p.m. on Friday. Units arriving in the area discovered that a four-story building, which was under construction, was fully engulfed in flames, with fire spreading to nearby buildings. 


(Verse 1)
Night broke open on Kellogg Street,
Sirens cut through the autumn heat,
Wood frame rising, dreams half-made,
Now swallowed whole by the fire brigade.
Students watching with faces pale,
Ash like snow on the evening gale,
The lights of Amherst painted red,
Over the place where builders tread.
(Chorus)
Three-alarm fire, hearts in the smoke,
Hope turns to embers, faith to oak,
We stand in the glow where the rafters fall,
Three-alarm fire, it burned through all.
(Verse 2)
Windows cracking, beams collapse,
Engines roar through smoky gaps,
Ladders climbing, hoses scream,
Fighting the ghost of a vanished dream.
Chief calls orders through static haze,
Men and women move through the blaze,
Neighbors praying the flames will die,
While sparks write stories across the sky.
(Chorus)
Three-alarm fire, hearts in the smoke,
Hope turns to embers, faith to oak,
We stand in the glow where the rafters fall,
Three-alarm fire, it burned through all.
(Bridge)
By morning's light the cinders cool,
The air still thick, the silence cruel,
They'll build again, they always do,
From ashes rise a brighter view.
(Chorus - final)
Three-alarm fire, hearts in the smoke,
Hope turns to embers, faith to oak,
We stand in the glow where the rafters fall,
Three-alarm fire, we rise through it all.

Three Alarm Fire

A plaque honoring Samuel E. Eddy, a Chesterfield resident who received a Congressional Medal of Honor for heroics during the Civil War that included saving his commander’s life, was recently installed at the Chesterfield Gorge where Eddy lived. 


Verse 1
In the hills of western Mass,
Where the river winds below,
Lived a man named Samuel Eddy,
With a heart like forge-fire's glow.
When the call for Union thundered,
He was older, yet he stood,
Left his home in Chesterfield,
To fight for what was good.

Chorus
Hero of Chesterfield,
You held the line so true.
Hero of Chesterfield,
The light still shines for you.
Through smoke and pain you saved a friend,
And history sealed your name.
Hero of Chesterfield,
Your courage lit the flame.

Verse 2
At Petersburg the guns were loud,
He was struck but carried on.
At Sailor's Creek he rose again,
Before the break of dawn.
He saw his captain fall that day,
Stepped forward through the field,
He raised his arm, he took the shot,
And never thought to yield.

Chorus
Hero of Chesterfield,
You held the line so true.
Hero of Chesterfield,
The light still shines for you.
Through smoke and pain you saved a friend,
And history sealed your name.
Hero of Chesterfield,
Your courage lit the flame.

Bridge
Now the Gorge remembers you,
Where the forest meets the stone.
A plaque stands tall for all to see,
So you'll never walk alone.

Final Chorus
Hero of Chesterfield,
We sing your story still.
Hero of Chesterfield,
Your heart and iron will.
You gave your strength, your steadfast grace,
So others might be free.
Hero of Chesterfield,
Your light lives on in me.

Hero of Chesterfield

What does it mean to be conscious, and why does it feel like something to be you? Neuroscientist Anil Seth argues that consciousness isn’t a mysterious spark but a deeply biological process, one that depends on prediction, perception, and the body’s constant negotiation with the world.  


Verse 1
Eighty-six billion sparks in the dark,
Firing like stars in a private arc.
No ghost in the wire, no heaven in sight,
Just patterns awakening into light.
Red's not out there, pain's not a place,
They're signals the mind learns to embrace.
A bat in the night, a bee in the sun,
Each world a wager, each self begun.

Pre-Chorus
No table feels the weight of the cup,
No river knows the name of its rush.
But deep in the hum, awareness appears-
The echo that says, I am here.

Chorus
There's something it is like to be you,
A private cinema, a singular view.
Not magic, not myth, not divine decree-
Just the body predicting what the world will be.
Perception, memory, pulse, and tone-
Consciousness blooms where the code is grown.
The feel of the hand, the taste of rain,
The story restarting again and again.

Verse 2
fMRI paints the storm in the head,
EEG dances electric thread.
When anesthesia fades to gray,
The pattern reforms, the light finds its way.
Level, content, self-woven design,
No ego required to say this is mine.
Even the starlings that turn in the air,
Move with a rhythm that mirrors us there.

Pre-Chorus
We trace the footprints, chase the sign,
But the map can't mirror the mind's design.
Simulation's not rain, computation's not pain-
Life is the spark that outlasts the chain.

Chorus
There's something it is like to be you,
A field of signals, endlessly new.
Not silicon dreams, not programed desire-
But cells that repair, that kindle the fire.
It's the pulse in the wrist, the breath in the lung,
The oldest song the body's sung.

Bridge
Panpsychic whispers: It's everywhere,
But theory alone won't get us there.
Emergence isn't wish, isn't spell-
It's neurons aligning, it's systems that tell.
Free will's not dice, not ghostly command,
It's cause and feedback held in the hand.
We act, we learn, we revise, we choose-
That's freedom enough for what we use.

Final Chorus
There's something it is like to be you,
Fragile, electric, and fiercely true.
No god in the gears, no soul in the code-
Just the body negotiating its load.
Prediction, perception, flesh, and tone-
Consciousness blooms where the seeds are sown.
It's the feel of the hand, the taste of rain,
The story continuing, again and again.

Outro
When the lights go out, when the screen goes black,
The pattern dissolves, then the body comes back.
Something it was like...
Something it was like...
To be you.

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To Be You

A study by researchers at Queen Mary University of London and University College London has found that humans have a form of remote touch, or the ability to sense objects without direct contact, a sense that some animals have. 


Verse 1
There's a whisper in the air between our hands,
A current we don't see, but understand.
No wind, no wire, no breath of skin,
Yet something hums where we begin.
The space between us isn't still,
It bends and shivers at our will.
A secret sense we never named,
Now science shows it all the same.

Chorus
Remote touch, the unseen glow,
Feeling things we'll never know.
Beyond the nerves, beyond the bone,
The body reaching all alone.
Remote touch, a quiet sign,
That life extends beyond the line.
A field of knowing, soft and near,
We touch the world through what we hear.

Verse 2
In labs of London's patient halls,
They mapped the space that softly calls.
The air itself became a hand,
The mind could feel without command.
From fingertips to heart's reply,
We're woven threads beneath the sky.
No distance truly stands apart,
When motion moves the human heart.

Chorus
Remote touch, the unseen glow,
Feeling things we'll never know.
Beyond the nerves, beyond the bone,
The body reaching all alone.
Remote touch, a quiet sign,
That life extends beyond the line.
A field of knowing, soft and near,
We touch the world through what we hear.

Bridge
Between the thought and the unseen air,
There's proof that presence lingers there.
A shimmer born of pulse and trust,
The hidden bond of sense and dust.

Final Chorus
Remote touch, the unseen glow,
Feeling things we'll never know.
Between the spaces, we are one,
Our senses stretched from sun to sun.
Remote touch, the pulse we share,
The body's ghost, the spirit's prayer.
A light that moves from me to you-
Remote touch, the oldest truth.

Remote Touch

Granby Preservation Society presents a Festival of Trees & Baskets 

November 29th and 30th, 2025 - Adam Sweet and Students from Granby Music will be performing Christmas Carols starting at 2pm

December 6th and 7th, 2025

11am - 6pm

250 State St Granby, MA

fundraising@granbypreservationsociety.org

413-218-1801

413-255-0712

All proceeds to benefit Kellogg Hall

Christmas at Kellogg Hall

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Riding Rodeo is an adrenaline-fueled collection of cowboy songs that drops you right into the dust and drama of the arena. This album is a gritty, heartfelt tribute to the toughest eight seconds in sports, capturing the raw courage and defiant spirit of the rodeo cowboy.

From the starting gate to the final bell, these tracks tell the story of the ride: the fear, the faith, and the pure electric moment of control. Feel the tension in "Hold Tight and Ride," face the elements in "Against the Wind and the Fire" and "Fighting the Wind," and taste the freedom in "Barefoot in the Dust."

With driving rhythms, soaring fiddles, and lyrics etched with trail dust, this album is the essential soundtrack for anyone who lives life wide open and knows that sometimes, the only way forward is on the back of a bronco. It's the sound of the chutes opening and the heart beating wild.

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Founder of the Cybernetic Fusion™ style, blending ancestral music with electronic rhythms and sounds, creating a future-born dance tradition.

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