Spring 22

Parking Lot

Mr. Lonely

So Unimportant

The Lightning I, II

The Lightning I

Skrting On The Surface

Atomized

Have a seat how have you been lately?
Fine I guess i don’t I’m having trouble sleeping 
Trouble how? Like you can’t fall asleep or you’re sleeping to much?
I can’t sleep I feel like all my mind is doing is racing and getting stuck on my fears 
That must be hard what fears are you having lately?
I don’t know that happiness is all a lie 

Tell me anything 
Tell me something different 

I’m tired 
Tired of acting like that everything is okay 
I’m not okay will I ever be okay just one day 

Have you been taking the meds that I prescribed for you?
No I haven’t you know what I’m sick of this shit you don’t even listen to what I’m saying you just say a pill will help 
I think you’re being very close minded to this form of therapy

I feel like a prisoner in this rat race 
Watch me vanish without a single trace 
Feel like a victim of my own mind 
You couldn’t save me even if you tried 

I’m tired 
Tired of acting like that everything is okay 
I’m not okay will I ever be okay just one day 

This session has now ended

Part one: therapy (prod. Saint Mike)

Artist/Composer/Lyrics: Adam Buzzini (vocals)
Artist: Jesse Reese (vocals, guitar, production)
Release Date: 2025

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Paradise

This album by Captain Dreadbone describes a tragedy.

Across the rim of the galaxy, two brothers walk opposite sides of the law — one bound by duty, the other by desire.
Blood and Stardust follows their trail through five chapters: the hunt through the void, a near-fatal standoff, a return from the brink, the final duel beneath Io’s cold suns, and a quiet reckoning in a cell among the stars.


Lyrics

The lawman tracked the outlaw to a moon with no air,
An old freight yard rustin’ under solar glare.
No sound but static and his boots on steel,
A ghost on the wind, a pulse he could feel.

He’d chased this man from star to star,
Through nebula storms and the edge of war.
Now the trail ran cold where the shadows pooled,
One last stand—one last fool.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

A plasma bolt screamed across the floor,
Tore through the wall, left an open door.
He saw the outlaw grin through the smoke,
Said, “Should’ve stayed gone, friend—law’s a joke.”

He fired once, then twice again,
Echoes rang through the oxygen vents.
A flash, a twist—then silence deep,
And the stars outside didn’t miss a beat.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

He hit the ground, lungs full of ash,
Blood bloomed black in the helmet’s glass.
The outlaw’s boots walked out of frame,
Left his name burned in the data chain.

No sermons here, no badge to shine,
Just driftin’ lights and a flatline sign.
The lawman’s voice on the radio cried,
“Justice don’t breathe where the stars have died.”

The Lightning I

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