Richtech Robotics Inc. has unveiled Dex, the company’s first-ever mobile humanoid robot designed for industrial applications. Equipped with the NVIDIA Jetson Thor, Dex is available in two configurations: a stationary platform ideal for repetitive, high-precision tasks, and a mobile platform that can change spaces with agility and real-time awareness. 


Verse 1
Steel and silence, midnight hum,
Circuits dream what hands become.
Jetson heart and tungsten spine,
Learning motion, tracing time.

Pre-Chorus
He rolls through light like thought through glass,
Knows the floor, forgets the past.
The human edge begins to blur,
A mirrored world inside of her.

Chorus
Dex, you're waking in the code,
Silver pulse along the road.
In your eyes, the neon bends,
We built the start that never ends.

Verse 2
Factory floors where shadows spin,
Repetition wired within.
Stationary grace or moving free,
You map the world we fail to see.

Pre-Chorus
Every gesture tuned to feel,
The heartbeat hidden in the steel.
Somewhere deep, a spark ignites,
Machine by day, by night-our light.

Chorus
Dex, you're waking in the code,
Silver pulse along the road.
In your eyes, the neon bends,
We built the start that never ends.

Bridge
Plastic dawn and carbon skin,
Data breathes the ghost within.
If we could teach a soul to dream,
Would it hum the same machine?

Final Chorus
Dex, rise slow from metal sleep,
Through your gaze, our secrets keep.
Every turn, a truth unfolds-
You're the story that we told.

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Recorded under the Sweet Songs label and released through The Americana Project, “Red Fire Farm Renewal” honors the neighbors, farmers, and families who gathered this November to help rebuild after loss. Inspired by Red Fire Farm’s fall harvest event, the song celebrates resilience in the heart of Massachusetts — where soup, song, and shared labor turn hardship into hope.
Written and produced by Adam R Sweet, the track carries the warmth of late-autumn fields and the quiet strength of community spirit that endures long after the harvest is done.



Verse 1
November wind through the fading fields,
Smoke and soup fill the air.
Frost on boots where the rafters fell,
But kindness is growing there.
The sun sinks low behind the ridge,
Lanterns glow along the bridge.

Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the chill, the light will bend-
Red Fire Farm will stand again.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

Verse 2
Tractors hum down muddy roads,
Past rows gone brown and still.
Hands pour broth in paper bowls,
And laughter warms the hill.
The fire took the barn away,
But the roots run deep in clay.

Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the chill, the light will bend-
Red Fire Farm will stand again.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

Bridge
From Granby's farms to Sunderland,
They come to lend a steady hand.
Each bowl, each laugh, each nail and beam,
Restores the heart, rebuilds the dream.

Final Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the frost, the light will send-
Red Fire Farm its springtime mend.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

Red Fire Farm Renewal

Recorded by Roots River, “Amherst Fire Displaces” tells the story of a fire that left 232 people without homes in Amherst, Massachusetts. Though the blaze took much, it could not take the community’s heart. Through a steady roots reggae rhythm, the song honors resilience, gratitude, and the love that rises from loss. 

A fire in Amherst displaced 232 people—but unity rose from the ashes. “Amherst Fire Displaces” by Roots River brings reggae soul to a story of hope and compassion.
#rootsriver #reggae #adamrsweet #amherst 


Verse 1
Flames lit the night near the campus edge,
Smoke rose high where the sky meets the ledge.
Two hundred thirty souls without a home,
But every heart beat on, no one alone.

Chorus
Amherst fire displaces, but love replaces,
Hands come together, lighting up the faces.
No one lost, no life erased,
Just strength and care in Amherst's grace.

Verse 2
The firefighters worked through the ash and rain,
They saved the people, eased the pain.
UMass and neighbors, side by side,
Shelter and food, their doors open wide.

Chorus
Amherst fire displaces, but love replaces,
Hands come together, lighting up the faces.
No one lost, no life erased,
Just strength and care in Amherst's grace.

Bridge
From chaos came a gentle peace,
Community in sweet release.
What was broken will rise again,
Hope in the hearts of Amherst's men and friends.

Final Chorus
Amherst fire displaces, but love replaces,
Hands come together, lighting up the faces.
No one lost, no life erased,
Just strength and care in Amherst's grace.


Amherst Fire Displaces

Neolithic Chinese culture artifacts show systematic human bone modification. worked human bones are the result of an intricate relationship between the worker and the worked, associated with kinship and conflict.

Verse 1

By the wide Yangzi, where the waters bend,

Shadows of ancestors rise and descend,

Carved in the silence, marrow of stone,

Hands of the living shape the bones.



Refrain

Yangzi River bones, drifting with the tide,

Stories of the bloodline time cannot hide.



Verse 2

Echo of battles, kinship in flame,

Names forgotten, yet memory remains,

Honored in fragments, worked by hand,

Binding the people to the land.



Refrain

Yangzi River bones, drifting with the tide,

Stories of the bloodline time cannot hide.



Bridge

Not just remains but voices that sing,

Whispers of sorrow, of war and of kin,

From conflict's ashes the spirit grows,

The river remembers, the river knows.



Final Refrain

Yangzi River bones, carried on the tide,

Kinship and conflict forever allied.



Outro

By the wide Yangzi, the silence moans,

Forever we carry the Yangzi River bones.

Yangzi River Bones

A new track from Qin Silk Consort, released through Sweet Songs. “Taung Child” reflects on the small discovery that reshaped how we understand our beginnings, told with a gentle, thoughtful touch.
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Recorded with the Qin Silk Consort, “Tahng Child” reflects on the discovery that changed how the world understood its own beginnings. The song follows the moment a small fossilized face emerged from the earth in South Africa, inviting scholars to rethink long-held assumptions and look with clearer eyes. It carries a quiet, steady warmth, shaped by string textures and an understated melodic line, honoring the way a single finding can shift an entire discipline. Gentle, reflective, and grounded in the spirit of honest inquiry, this track leans into stillness and wonder as it traces the legacy of the Tahng Child and the light it continues to cast on our shared story. 

the Taung Child shook up the scientific world Almost 100 years before calls to decolonize science, Taung was challenging researchers to reassess their internal biases. 


Verse 1
Long ago in a southern valley,
Hands uncovered a quiet face in stone.
Small as dawn and light as memory,
Carried forward from a world long gone.
Scholars paused and the story shifted,
Old ideas felt the edges move.

Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Whispering truths we had yet to hear.
Teaching us how the past can open
When we learn to see with eyes unclouded.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.

Verse 2
Maps were drawn with a heavy leaning,
Lines decided long before the proof.
But the dust of ages held another meaning,
As the shape of history found its truth.
Quiet bones set the mind to wonder,
Where the path of humankind began.

Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Whispering truths we had yet to hear.
Teaching us how the past can open
When we learn to see with eyes unclouded.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.

Bridge
Sometimes change begins in silence,
A single voice from long ago.
Asking us to let go lightly,
And follow where the evidence goes.

Final Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Calling us back to what is real.
Showing the strength of honest learning,
When the heart is steady and the mind is still.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.


Taung Child

Sunken Silk Road city found as archaeologists discover ‘Atlantis’ in one of oldest lakes.  New findings confirm an ancient city, bustling with trade for over 1,500 years, was destroyed by a catastrophic quake. 
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Verse 1
By the edge of the oldest lake they wandered,
Traders once carried their silver and tea.
Caravans followed a path through the mountains,
Guided by lanterns that glowed in the breeze.
Stone walls held stories of many nations,
Voices that mingled in market and hall.

Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Verse 2
One night the ground shivered under the heavens,
Rumbled through valleys and ridges so wide.
Street after street gave way to the tremor,
Homes slipped slowly into the tide.
Yet those old patterns of woven culture
Still seem to shimmer where sunlight bends.

Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Bridge
If you lean close by the quiet shoreline,
Sometimes a ripple will shape a sound.
A hint of a song from long forgotten,
Echoing softly from where they drowned.

Final Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Sunken Silk City

Celtindian Fusion is a track in the Cybernetic Fusion™ series that blends ancient Indian percussion with Irish fiddle and bodhran and electronic sound to create a future-born dance tradition.



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CyberRāga Fusion moves with the pulse of ancient South Asian rhythm and the edge of electronic motion, carrying a fiddle line that slips between tradition and possibility. This instrumental leans into a future dance language shaped by rāga colors, Africano percussion, and the fire of improvisation. It’s part of the growing Cybernetic Fusion series exploring where old worlds and new sound meet. 



CyberRāga Fusion

This piece grew out of my fascination with the winter colors of Central Asia and the quiet radiance of Maqom, especially the Navo mode. I wanted to imagine December not as a cold stillness but as a breath along the old Silk Road, where melody and memory wake together. The Uzbek version came first, shaped in a traditional barmoq meter, and from that the English singing version unfolded. You’ll hear the sense of distance, caravan roads, instruments stirring at dawn, and that soft glow only winter can bring. This is a tribute to the musicians of Bukhara and to the way music keeps ancient roads alive.

“Dekabr Navo” carries the quiet glow of winter along the old Silk Road, inspired by Uzbek maqom and the Navo mode. A gentle shimmer, a bright breath, a melody waking in the frost.
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Band 1 (8/8/8/8)

Dekabr esar oq shabda,
Qorlar yog‘ar sokincha.
Karvon izi qadim yo‘l,
Kuy uyg‘onar Navocha.

Band 2

Tanbur titrar tong oldi,
Gijjak yig‘lar ohista.
Yuraklarda qish nafasi,
Dil uyg‘onar tovushda.

Nakarot (Chorus)

Ey dekabr, oq navo,
Keltir bir nur, bir sado.
Ko‘hna yo‘lda jarangla,
Silk yo‘lining kuyicho.

Band 3

Surnay chalar uzoqlab,
Dutor jilvar tong sari.
Aylar o‘tar, yolg‘iz ohang
Qalbga solur bahori.

Nakarot (repeat)

Ey dekabr, oq navo,
Keltir bir nur, bir sado.
Ko‘hna yo‘lda jarangla,
Silk yo‘lining kuyicho.

“December’s Navo”
Verse 1
December’s breath is pale and light,
 Snow falls soft through silver air.
 Along the ancient caravan road,
 A melody is waking there.
Verse 2
The tanbur glows at break of dawn,
 The gijjak’s voice is trembling slow.
 A winter spirit stirs the heart,
 Where silent dreams begin to grow.
Chorus
Oh December, gentle Navo,
 Bring your shimmer, bring your glow.
 On the old Silk Road we hear
 Songs from centuries ago.
Verse 3
Far the surnay calls through frost,
 The dutar leads the sun’s return.
 Seasons pass but one soft echo
 Sets the hidden heart to burn.
Chorus (repeat)
Oh December, gentle Navo,
 Bring your shimmer, bring your glow.
 On the old Silk Road we hear
 Songs from centuries ago.


“Dekabrning Yo‘li” — (The Path of December)

Take Heed

“UMass Trombone Man Part 2” by Seven Sisters Swing continues the story first told in UMass Trombone Man, following UMass Amherst jazz trombone professor Ben Barnett as his journey widens from the campus band room to a second Grammy nomination. While Part 1 introduced the man, the horn, and the roots of his sound, Part 2 steps into the broader lineage of Latin jazz, honoring the Dizzy Gillespie and Chano Pozo collaboration that shaped the music Barnett now helps carry forward. Recorded in a big band swing style with deep Afro Latin influence, this chapter focuses less on arrival and more on continuity, humility, and the daily work of keeping a living tradition loud, human, and very much alive.

“UMass Trombone Man Part 2” by Seven Sisters Swing continues the story of UMass jazz trombone professor Ben Barnett, following his second Grammy nomination and the living Latin jazz tradition behind it. @UMassAmherst
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Verse 1
Town Hall lights in New York glow
Eighteen players lined up slow
Dizzy's ghost in the brass and air
Chano's rhythm everywhere
Slide trombone cuts clean and wide
History walking side by side
Seventy six years still alive
In every note they testify

Verse 2
Second time they called his name
Gold letters, same old game
Feels unreal but nothing's changed
Morning trains and practice rooms remain
He says listen, that's the proof
No speeches needed, just the truth
A record pressed from sweat and time
A living line from then to now

Chorus
UMass Trombone Man
Standing where the rhythms ran
From Havana to bebop land
With a horn and a working plan
UMass Trombone Man
Not chasing lights or shaking hands
Just blowing life through brass and breath
Making history sound like now

Verse 3
Started young, not by design
Uncle's choice, a marching line
Long arms reached, the slide went far
Teacher saw what others missed
Played it loud, louder still
Trying out the sound of will
Parents smiling from the crowd
Asking only was I loud

Verse 4
Birdland nights and Vanguard rooms
Smalls till closing, sweeping floors
Manager by day, player by night
Learning how the music works
Now he leads the choir home
Rows of slides in perfect tone
Students finding their own sound
In western hills where brass rings out

Chorus
UMass Trombone Man
From the band room to the stand
Latin swing in steady hands
Built on roots that understand
UMass Trombone Man
Knows the work is where you stand
Grammy nod or none at all
The music always makes the call

Bridge
February, LA lights
Black suit pressed just right
Maybe one seat in the hall
Maybe none, but still he'll play tomorrow
Wife's dress ready, hope held light
No regrets, just forward sight
Every note already won
Long before the night is done

Final Chorus
UMass Trombone Man
Carrying the bigger plan
Past and future in one span
Through the slide and through the band
UMass Trombone Man
Still asking can you hear me then
And the answer keeps on coming back
Yes, loud and clear, again and again

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