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The girl answer to the man lesson

Lyrics:
I stayed.
I just don’t know who stayed.

I lived alone for years and years,
Long before you said my name.
I learned how not to ask for help,
How to wear silence like a frame.

They told me what I could be useful for,
Taught my hands before my heart.
I don’t know where the girl ends
And where the weapon starts.

You looked at me like I was real,
Not trained, not measured, not assigned.
Now I’m standing in the quiet
Trying to remember what you saw in mine.

You said, stay human.
I’m trying.

what I am without you.
what I’m meant to be.
A weapon, a girl, or something broken
Holding onto your memory.

If I let go, I disappear.
If I hold on, I can breathe.
So I’ll stay here, stay human 
If you’re still here inside of me.

They ask me what I stand for now,
Who I answer to, who I serve.
I freeze like I forgot the words
For things I was never allowed to learn.

You never told me who to be,
You just showed me how to feel.
That’s harder than following orders 
That’s harder than being steel.

Some nights I hear your voice still calm,
Not saving me, just near.
Saying, “You don’t need to know yet.
You’re allowed to still be here.”

If I was only ever shaped to survive,
And never taught what living means,
Can I still become someone
Or was I always in-between?

I don’t know what I am without you.
I dont know what I’m not anymore.
I’m not empty. I’m not owned.
I’m not just what I was before.

If staying human means remembering
The way you looked at me,
Then I’ll carry that until I learn
Who I’m allowed to be.

If I’m still breathing…
Then you didn’t leave.

What Am I Without You

Tethered.wav

The Ghost Network is a transmission disguised as a song—Lynch-noir rock smeared into Portishead-style trip-hop, with a chorus that keeps looping like a station ID you can’t shut off.

The story threads two infamous pieces of conspiracy folklore: the debunked Philadelphia Experiment tale (1943, USS Eldridge, “invisibility/teleportation”) and the mythic Montauk Project era (70s/80s, Montauk Air Force Station—psychic research, mind control, time-bends), the way the internet loves to splice them together until the myth starts wearing your face.

Swung breaks, dub-weight low end, fuzz and tremolo guitars, tape hiss and shortwave ghosts—then that hook: “Ghost network, ghost network—midnight line / in my mind.”
Close your eyes. Hold the tone. Count to four. Transmit.

Nightcore-Can you hold me

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