ballad

rock

Awesome Music # 23

Just fooling around with sounds in my head and really tried to do my best. Have my difficulties how to categorize this music in a certain genre, but ... I had a fun time. Used a lot of different configs of "Gentleman" together with Spitfire Audio sounds.

The Real Gentleman

Original song, video, pictures, and gif created, composed, and produced by Among The Vanity.

Whirling Through The Disappeared

™Look up into the sky, whatcha see gleaming? Dont be swayed, walk into the light-beam and dont be afraid... friend or faux, no way to know with what we're dealing. Have Faith- they've come to- take me away to outer space- ill take my place, among galactic flight...Mother Maitreya, take me away, to outer space- Ill take my place.
A choice to make to leave or stay change my fate deliberately create my reality. Thoughts yielding, my vibe revealing- plasma in ship shielding, reflection concealing - Mother Maitreya, take me away to outer space- ill take my place among galactic flight- we are all travelers in space-time  playing our hand in the game of life (2x) Mother Maitreya, take me away to outer space~™

Maitreya   *    Space Traveler

All Shook Up Elvis Presley cover

Dear student, it baffles me that I must say,
I'm not your parent in any way.
I won't nudge you at the crack of dawn,
Choosing classes? That’s on you, come on!
Act your age, step up to the plate,
I'm just here to educate.

I’m not your mother,
I’m not your father,
I’m not your friend.
I'm not your clerk,
Stand up, show up, do the work.

Dear student, hear me loud and clear,
I'm not your babysitter, dear.
Party all night? That’s your call,
Homework done? Not my problem at all.
Exams looming? You better prepare,
Your future boss will know if you cared.

I’m not your mother,
I’m not your father,
I’m not your friend.
I'm not your clerk,
Stand up, show up, do the work.

Dear student, let's get it straight,
I'm not your secretary, not here to wait.
Won't fill your forms, nor google your stuff,
Reading the syllabus isn't that tough.
Being an adult isn’t just a phrase,
It's your ticket through this maze.

I’m not your mother,
I’m not your father,
I’m not your friend.
I'm not your clerk,
Stand up, show up, do the work.

Dear student, it's clear I must convey,
I’m not your hire, not in any way.
I do care, yet you must stand strong,
Your life, your choice, right or wrong.

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"I'm Not Your" is an open musical letter from educators to their students, laying down the boundaries of their roles and reinforcing the message of personal responsibility and maturity expected in academic settings. Through candid lyrics, this song addresses common misconceptions students may have about the duties of their teachers, emphasizing that learning, effort, and personal accountability are essential for success both in school and beyond.

This anthem is a reminder to students everywhere that while educators are there to guide, instruct, and support, they are not caretakers of every aspect of a student's life. The song encourages students to take ownership of their educational journey, to engage actively, and to embrace the responsibilities that come with adulthood.

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Citation Needed

I'm Not Your

Coffee rivers, midnight dreams, we’re on the hunt,
Code warriors in a digital front.
Silent errors, hiding in the mesh,
A quest for clean runs, a never-ending test.

Hey, hey! Bugs in the machine,
Chaos lurks, still unseen.
Fixing lines where we tread,
Bugs at every step, we're trapped instead.

Towers of papers, fortresses of thought,
Quest for truth, with gaps fraught.
Each theory spun, reveals a gap so deep,
A cycle of discovery, no rest, no sleep.

Hey, hey! Bugs in the machine,
Chaos lurks, still unseen.
Fixing lines where we tread,
Bugs at every step, we're trapped instead.

Patch by patch, against the clock,
Bugs are the bedrock on which we walk.
In disorder, we find our way,
Unraveling mysteries, day by day.

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"Bugs in the Machine" is a spirited anthem for the tireless problem solvers—coders on the digital front and thinkers wrestling with intellectual challenges. This song captures the essence of a continuous battle against unseen errors and the ever-present chaos of debugging, whether in code or in theories.

Through its verses, the song delves into the world of digital warriors and scholars alike, who face silent errors and theoretical gaps as they push the boundaries of technology and knowledge. It’s an homage to those who stay up late, fueled by coffee and determination, in pursuit of clean runs and new discoveries.

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Let’s continue to unravel the mysteries, patch by patch, bug by bug. In the disorder, we find our path and in the challenges, we grow.

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Pseudosophies

Bugs In The Machine

In the grip of empty pages, the ink is dry,
Pens scratch out a tale where ambitions lie.
Clocks tick on in mocking tones, empty echoes fill my bones,
Chained to desks in silent rows, where the stifled spirit goes.

Caught in the drafts and the doldrums,
Fighting through the fog and the fears.
Words weigh heavy on the night's hum,
Hopes spin idle in forgotten wheels.

Walls close in with each critique and each command,
Ideas die unborn in the barren no-man's land.
Feedback loops spin minds caught in a tight vise,
Promises break like glass, dreams deferred, paying the price.

Spinning wheels, burning out,
Voices raise, begin to doubt.
Break the cycle, crack the code,
Burst the bounds, hit the road.

Caught in the drafts and the doldrums,
Fighting through the fog and the fears.
Words weigh heavy on the night's hum,
Hopes spin idle in forgotten wheels.

Shadowed halls echo with the whispers of the lost,
Dreams calcify in corners, frosted with the cost.
Silent sentinels stand guard, over ideas once free,
Locked away in ivory towers, thrown away the key.

Spinning wheels, burning out,
Voices raise, begin to doubt.
Break the cycle, crack the code,
Burst the bounds, hit the road.

Caught in the drafts and the doldrums,
Fighting through the fog and the fears.
Words weigh heavy on the night's hum,
Hopes spin idle in forgotten wheels.

In the drafts and the doldrums,
Fighting through the fog and the fears.
Words weigh heavy on the night's hum,
Hopes spin idle in forgotten wheels.

Caught in the drafts and the doldrums,
Fighting through the fog and the fears.
Words weigh heavy on the night's hum,
Hopes spin idle in forgotten wheels.

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"Drafts and Doldrums" takes you on a lyrical journey through the inner turmoil of creative and intellectual blockages. With each verse, the song paints a vivid picture of the struggle against the inertia of the empty page and the stifling silence of unfulfilled potential. Through haunting melodies and resonant words, the song explores the emotional landscape of anyone who has ever felt caught in the cyclical trap of drafts and doldrums—where efforts seem futile and inspiration feels just out of reach. It’s a musical exploration of the fight through the fog of doubt and the weight of unrealized ideas.

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Drafts And Doldrums

Uncharted

I've got the vision, but it's never quite clear
Every line I write, I hear a voice in my ear
Saying, “Polish the edges, smooth out the seams
You're almost there, just chase the dream.”
But every stroke I make, it's never enough
The chase is endless, the road's always rough
I'm lost in the details, caught in the grind
Perfection's a prison, trapping my mind

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I've been chasing shadows, ghosts of perfection
Lost in a maze of my own reflection
Every note, every word, it must align
I'm carving a diamond, one flaw at a time
But the sparkle I seek is just out of reach
A flawless creation, the goal they preach
But in the pursuit, I'm losing my soul
A slave to the standard, I can't control

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I'm trapped in a loop, a never-ending quest
Each step forward, I'm still second-best
But maybe in the cracks, the flaws that remain
There's beauty in the chaos, in the mess and the pain
If I let go, maybe I'll see
Perfection isn't all it's cracked up to be

Just a little bit more, I'll find my own way
Just a little bit more, but maybe not today
Just a little bit more, I'll break from the chain
Just a little bit more, embrace the refrain

A Little Bit More

Mister Strange

The Eyes Of The Demonic

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Attack

Alternative Rock side of LIPS coming out for this track🔥

Recorded at WAC Records in my basement
Produced by LIPS

A Little Bit More

Axioms of Mediocrity