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cranked in the lab - vol.9

Mood

Thanatology

Farewell Before Sunset

A super Big thank you to "Rick Jansen from Siamese Crow" for the music production and patience on this track. And of course a big thank you to the universe for choosing me to sing this song.

Calling - All - Angels

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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Here's to stepping up, showing up, and doing the work—because growing up isn't just a phase, it's the path to finding your way through the maze of life.

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

Leviathan

I've got some thoughts, I think they're right
But without proof, I can't sleep tight
In a world of concepts, lost and alone
Chasing truth, needing facts to be shown

I need proof! Show the way
I need proof! Clear as day
I need proof!
Show me the proof!

You say this and that, but can we be sure?
Words without proof, just echo and soar
In the empty chatter, doubts start to show
Give me foundation, a logic to grow

I need proof! No more lies
I need proof! Truth in my eyes
I need proof!
Show me the proof!

In the margins of a book, a riddle was sown
Fermat's last theorem, a mystery unknown
Centuries passed by, with minds put to test
Until Andrew Wiles resolved the quest

I need proof! Show the way
I need proof! Clear as day
I need proof!
Show me the proof!

Seeking answers, day by day,
Facts and figures, lead the way.
Every question, we pursue,
Finding clarity, in the new.
Truth discovered, old and new,
Never stopping, I need proof.
Show me the proof!

I Need Proof

There's a murmur.
On the breeze,
There is holding on as you float out at sea.
There's a love song.
That we waived.
There's a cradle. 
There's a grave.

There's a fractured melody.
There are people having riots in the street.
Life's a journey.
On the dole.
You do not get the time to work out any goals.
A quiet murmur.
Save your soul.

There's a murmur,
On the wind.
It's impossible to know where to begin.
Give your labour.
To your love.
You will always feel that judgment from above.

All the shouting,
From the screen.
When we turned it off, they did not have the means.
There is black,
and there is white.
There is half a chance that neither one is right.
Just a murmur.
Of a fight.

There's a man who.
Went to space.
When he crashed to earth, they didn't know his face.
There's a road to Mandalay.
Why are you so bothered what them people say?

Something changing.
For the good.
Someone helping you to navigate the woods.
Something growing.
Something strong.
It'll be alright if you ignore what's wrong.
Just a murmur.
Just a song.


Murmur

Thanks to my friend Charlie for rocking this collaboration 
more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/charliewillz
photo by Ashley_Minkus

Supper - Charlie Williams

We watched video days with Mark Gonzales and Jason Lee
Rudy Johnson and Guy Mariano when their parts were new
Hokus Pokus with Matt Hensley and dont forget A 1 meats
Chris Markovich was the best we'd ever seen

We skated in 92
and everything was so easy
Getting rad in 92
Was the only thing we wanted to do

Natas in Street's on fire
Jeff Grosso forever
New deal with useless
Wooden toys

Tiny wheels and Bob shirts
World industries until it hurts
Jeremy Klein and1281
Changed it all for me

Mike V in  rubbish heap
Rodney on the street
Enigmas on my feet
It's all I could ever need

We skated in 92
and everything was so easy
All of us in the freeport crew
skated like we had nothing to lose

ban this with Barbie and hill
Lance and Neil kill
Let's catch the demo
Down at Beach plus

Dog town with John Cardiel
Planet Earth with Joevantae
ghetto wear and limpies and
Deadbolt trucks

Plan B with Pat Duffy
Danny Way and Sean Sheffey
late shove its and baggy pants
were something cool

No grip tape on my nose
And those fucking bridge bolts
What a good time we had in 92
We skated in 92

and everything was so easy
Getting rad with the freeport crew
was something we all missed to

There's a war outside the window
It's destroying our world
So take a hand of the boy and the girl
And walk down the street and sing a happy song

To make the world better, peace on earth
environment, religion, pray to God

We Skated In 92

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
“It goes"

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Music and Lyrics by: Daphne Ang & Andrea Papi
Performed by: The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
Recorded and Produced by TCOMAS Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Ergosphere Studios

© 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
℗ 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

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Origins

It goes

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"A Page to Forget" is my debut song, a piece in which I poured all my heart and soul. Sung in three languages – Spanish, English, and French – this song reflects the pain, regret, and desire to forget a love that consumed me. I wrote this piece in my most vulnerable moments when I felt the weight of the past pressing on my soul, and the silent war within me needed to be expressed.

Through deeply emotional lyrics, I tell a story of betrayal, loneliness, and the struggle to move forward, even when your heart tells you it wants to go back. "A Page to Forget" is about those dark nights when you wrestle with thoughts and memories you wish you could erase, but which remain deeply rooted.

The fact that I combined lyrics in Spanish, English, and French is a tribute to how love transcends any border and language. I wanted every listener to find a part of my story to relate to, regardless of the language. Through this song, I tried to convey the intensity of the emotions I felt and create an atmosphere that makes you live each word and note.

I hope "A Page to Forget" touches the hearts of those who listen to it, just as it touched mine when I wrote it. This is the beginning of a musical journey for me, and I am eager to share more of my stories.

A Page To Forget

Electric Sunset

"Once Upon A Time" is not just a song; it is part of the story of my life and that of my parents, Samir and Amina al Khalidi. Together, we have lived through moments that changed us forever, moments of loss but also survival. Following the 2015 airstrikes on Damascus, carried out by the Russian Air Force, I lost both of my younger brothers, leaving me as my parents' only child. Together with my mother, we sing this duet not just for ourselves, but for all the lost voices and for all those who still hope for a better future after the darkness of war.

We left Syria in 2020 when I was just 13 years old, leaving behind a world in ruins, but carrying with us the memories and the desire to rebuild something new. Over the years, I have watched how my parents, especially my mother, have kept their courage and dignity, despite all the challenges. My mother's voice is strong and clear because she has brought not just harmony, but also the strength to move forward, even in the hardest times. Singing with her, I want to pay tribute to everything she has done and continues to do.

Through "Once Upon A Time", I want to show the world that although we have been devastated by the past, we are capable of rising from the ashes, rebuilding our lives, and holding on to hope. The lyrics speak of the longing for home, the silent tears, and the stories that only wounded hearts can tell. But at the same time, they also speak of light, of a new day that will come, and of the strength to continue, even when everything seems lost.

When I sing with my mother, I hope the audience understands this struggle is not just individual. It is the story of many who have been forced to leave their country, of those who have lost their family, but who have not lost hope. I want this song to be an emotional refuge for those who have gone through similar experiences. I want people to feel that they are not alone and that there is a light at the end of the road, no matter how dark it may seem.

For me, "Once Upon A Time" means remembering everything we were, but also preparing for what we can become. It is about rebirth, about love, and peace. When my voice blends with my mother's, I feel that this story becomes whole. It is as if together, we can heal the wounds of the past and transform pain into hope.

Verse I:

In the silent night I hear the echoes,
Of a land I left behind in flames.
Shadows whisper tales of sorrow,
Faces lost with forgotten names.

Verse II: 

بقلبي حنين لوطني الجريح،
شوارع الصبا وأغاني الفرح.
دمعة تسيل على الخد بصمت،
وصوت ينادي: متى يأتي الصبح؟

Chorus:

From the ashes we will rise,
With the strength to touch the skies.
Carry hope within our eyes,
Let the dawn heal our cries.

Verse III:

خطواتي ترسم طريق النجاة،
والأمل يشرق رغم المآسي.
نغني للحياة بعد الظلام،
ونرسم غدًا بألوان الأسى.

Bridge:

نرفع الأيدي نحو النور،
نرسم حلمًا يداوي الجروح.


Verse IV:

نبني من الحطام صرح الأمل،
وننسج من الألم ثوب السلام.
نطلق من القلوب نورًا جديدًا،
ونكتب بالحب أعذب كلام.

Chorus:

From the ashes we will rise,
With the strength to touch the skies.
Carry hope within our eyes,
Let the dawn heal our cries.

Interlude:

Though the nights are long and cold,
In our hearts, a story unfolds.

Chorus Arabic:

من الرماد سننهض دومًا،
بقوة نبلغ بها النجوم.
نحمل الأمل في عيوننا،
ويشفي الفجر كل الهموم.

Chorus:

From the ashes we will rise,
With the strength to touch the skies.
Carry hope within our eyes,
Let the dawn heal our cries.

I Need Proof

Axioms of Mediocrity