My Purpose

Your turn on the line (1)

I Know This Turn
You stop asking for signs. You start recognizing the rhythm.
The spiral isn’t confusing anymore. It’s yours.

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The Braid

I Know This Turn

✨ as you wish

all there's left to eat is humble pie..... 

Humble Pie

🎶 Mangoes in December 


[Verse 1]
You walked in with no warning
Like sunshine on a Monday grey
Didn't know my own forecast
'Til your light just changed the day
You talk like wine at brunch
So smooth and full of charm
And I laughed so hard at nothing
It felt safe inside your arms

[Pre-Chorus]
You're a wrong time turned right
A song I didn’t know I liked

[Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
Sweet when it should be cold
Like dancing in a sweater
Or barefoot by the fire’s glow
You're a postcard from a place
That I’ve never seen before
You're mangoes in December—
And baby, I just want more

[Verse 2]
I’d sworn off sweet things, honest
Got tired of all that pain
But you showed up with your laughing eyes
Now I love the taste of fate
You don’t bring me flowers
Just old records and cheap red wine
But it feels like something golden
I’ve been missing all this time

[Pre-Chorus]
You're out of season, out of line
But baby, you fit just fine

[Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
A breeze in heavy snow
Like humming at a funeral
Or sparklers in the rain, aglow
You're that line in a love song
That makes the old feel new
You're mangoes in December—
And I’m all in on you

[Bridge]
They say joy don’t last forever
But I won’t waste this taste
If it's stolen from the summer
Let it go to waste—on me

[Final Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
A sunbeam through the rain
Like gold beneath the ashes
Or jazz that knows my name
You're a little out of reason
But baby, you're just right
You're mangoes in December—
And I'm eating good tonight

[Outro – optional, spoken or whispered]
Mangoes in December…
Didn’t know I needed sweet…
‘Til you brought summer to my street.

Mangoes in December

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

Kites

🌿 A soft voice for the ones who go unnoticed.
Not everyone gets thanked. Not everyone gets seen.
But this piece is for the servers, the caregivers, the quiet givers,
the ones holding everything together without asking for credit.
If that’s you… this is your thank you. 💸💚
You matter more than they say.
And someone out there does see you.

#ThankYouForShowingUp #EverydayGrace #InvisibleKindness #QuietStrength #SpokenWordHealing #HumanMoments #SmallActsBigHeart #SpokenTruth #EmpathyInMotion #YouMatter #GentleSongs #TipTheOnesWhoHoldUs

****Lyrics****

If no one’s said it lately…
I see you.
I hear you.
You matter.

You move through days like background noise,
Helping, holding, holding back,
Brushing crumbs from someone else’s table
Just to feel like you still belong at one.

You’ve learned to shrink in public,
Speak softly, smile quickly,
Nod instead of shout.
You’ve spent so long being strong,
You forgot what it feels like
To be held.

You are not invisible to me.
I see the kindness in your tired hands,
The effort behind your half-smiles.
I see the way you show up anyway,
Even when you’re unraveling.

You apologize for existing
Like it’s a crime to feel.
But I’d rather hear your truth
Than another silence performed as survival.

The world overlooks the steady ones.
It rewards the loud, the fast, the sure.
But you,
You are a quiet kind of brave.
You’ve been carrying things
No one even knows exist.
And you do it
Without applause.

Some nights, you wonder if anyone sees you.
If anyone could.
You’ve been so small for so long,
You’re not sure what it means to take up space.
So let me say it, clearly

You are not too much.
You are not a burden.
You are not forgettable.
You are not alone.

If all you did today was survive,
That’s enough.
If no one thanked you,
Let me be the first.
You are seen.
You are real.
You are worthy.
And I’m with you.

For the Ones Who Feel Invisible

Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

sweetheart

singersongwriter from Toronto 


www.alexmcculloch.com

Your turn on the line (1)

Alex McCulloch

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