Wow. What can I say after this, except bravo! Great writing and vocals off the scale. Operatic.

Too long for playlists. Too soft for cynics. Too sharp for romantics. Too honest for parody. Too self-aware for comfort. And still—somehow—about you.

Fourteen Fables (and a Few Fractals): An Existential Cabaret

I, I don't need a sign
To protest what you're doing
To protest what you're doing
Is that alright? I'm not your kind
Cause' I, I don't follow blind
The faith in what you're leading
The faith in what you're leading
It has died, crucified, oh...
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way
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Hide from all your lies
It's bullshit what you're saying
It's bullshit what you're saying
in my eyes you're not right
Mirror your disguise, breaking glass today
All along this time, you've been in my way
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way

PROTEST

They spoke in numbers, they spoke in fire
Built altars of thunder, of blood, of choir
I kept the silence. I counted the names
Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine flames
And then... 
One more

In the desert of books and bones
They built their gods from fractured stones
Each face familiar, each voice divine
Until the sky ran out of time

One bled for thunder
One drowned for rain
One wept in gardens
One promised pain

They left us parables sharp as knives
But none could chart a satellite

What returns when you burn it all?
What speaks when the statues fall?
Not the psalms, not the scrolls...
Just the pull of poles, and the curve of orbits

Repeat the trial, forget the tale
No need for prophets to lift the veil
It all returns
The falling speed
The sequence of a growing seed
The spectrum's split, the echo's path
But never faith. Not that

No shrine can hold what's truly known
No prayer can match the undertone
Of numbers whispered in the stone
The world repeats
The world repeats
But gods... 
Do not come home

I saw your temples, your sacred laws
I saw the math beneath the claws
And when I turned-alone, unnamed
I was not damned
I was not changed
I simply walked...
One god beyond

Born Godless

Tick and flare
The signal sings
I chase the shine
that shadows bring
The lights begin, the wires lean
You’re deep inside the dopamine

Flash from the wall, I'm drawn like ink
Smile like a riddle, eyes don't blink
Breathe in the buzz, the filter's clean
One step closer to the in-between

Flick of the switch, a surge, a scheme
Thoughts align inside the stream

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Sweet little fix in a self-made scene
I jolt, I gleam
Dance of dopamines

The loop is law
The loop is lean
It kisses soft
But cuts unseen

Woke with the hum of electric grace
The ghost of a grin still stuck to my face
Every impulse dressed like a king
Gold in the bite, frost in the sting

The screen writes sermons line by line
Each tap a hymn, each click divine

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Sweet little fix in a self-made scene
I bend, I spark
Dance of dopamines

The rhythm calls in minor tones
Wrapped in wires, dressed in bones
I arch like code beneath the sheen
A marionette in the mind's machine

Silken tremor, velvet twitch
Craving's tune, a perfect glitch
I danced too far, I cracked the core
And still the circuit begs for more

Spin, I'm lit in a chemical beam
Grit and glitter in the bloodstream
Tangled deep in the endless dream
I twist, I scream
Dance of dopamines

Click
Crave
Begin
Again
Dance
dopamines

Dance of Dopamines

They never told me
how silence keeps time
How breath can pass like a year
if no one names it

I missed the last laugh in a joke I meant to share
I missed your glance
half a second late
and it never came back

No sirens
No final bells
Just one more moment
that didn't make a sound
as it disappeared

I kept receipts for things I never wore
but not the way you almost said stay
and changed your mind
mid-syllable

I archived victories
but lost the sigh
you gave
when the light through the window
made the dust look like snow

These aren't tragedies
They're smaller
Sharper
They slide past bone
and settle
where memory doesn't look

No statue cracked
No headline screamed
Just the way your fingers hovered
over my name
and typed nothing

The way a cup grew cold
while I stared
at a thought
that never finished forming

We measure hours
We weigh years
But no one counts the almosts
the pauses
the almost-yes
the nearly-held breath

They vanish
quiet as pollen on wind
A thousand truths
that never bothered
to become facts

I used to think loss required presence
Now I know
you can lose
what never even arrived

Almosts

The band gathers around you. You're the subject now.
Look around—four curious faces, leaning in.
 Don’t see them?
 Don’t be silly. They’re fictional. You just need a bit of imagination to meet them halfway.
Theo clears his throat.
 “Today’s focus: humans and their invisible friends.”
Ava winces. Julian suppresses a laugh.
 Theo continues anyway—
The study begins. They start small, and simple: religion.
Humans are fascinating.
 Many say religion is sacred—
 a cornerstone of meaning, morality, and soul.
 And yet, nearly all 3,000 known gods are dismissed without ceremony.
 Filed under myth.
 Except, perhaps, for one.
 Usually the one their parents happened to believe in.

Fable I: Religion

The band watches you intently. Ava tilts her head.

This attention is both exciting and disturbing, isn’t it?

After a few seconds, there’s that familiar itch—
the urge to check your notifications.

“They always start with just one tap,” says Theo.

You just want to check one thing.
One message. One ping. One dopamine drip.

Soon it’s 2 a.m.
Your eyes burn. Your brain hums.
Your soul scrolls.

You’re not happy.
You’re not sad.

“They are optimized. Rewarded and trained,” observes Kate,
typing notes without looking up.

Theo mutters something about Pavlov.
Julian’s already swiping.

Tap. Swipe. Like. Loop. Crave.

The study continues.

Fable II: Cravings

Welcome!
This is not a concert. Not really an album. Not a podcast either.
It is a thought experiment.
With music. 
An existential cabaret.

Over the next fourteen tracks, four imaginary minds—fully aware they’re fictional—try to understand what it means to be human.

They do what scientists do.
They read books.
They analyze data.
They study humans. Including you.
In fact—especially you.

They watch your grief. Your smile.
Your discomfort with this line of thinking.
They trace your longing like it was code.

And then, they tell fables.

These are not answers. 
They’re observations. 
Approximations.
Attempts.

But don’t worry—
it’ll be disguised as poetry,
so you don’t have to take it personally.

Unless you want to.

Shall we begin?

Fourteen Fables: Prologue

newly released older recording. Thanks for listeners that helped make it to #2 on Repost Ex- Best of the rest chart.

blues reign

A spark in the chaos, a glance in the night
Two particles drifting, colliding in flight
A billion to one, we still found our way
Through the cosmic confusion, you asked me to stay

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Time's an equation that none can escape
The longer we hold, the more things break
But I'd take the risk, rewrite every line
Just to know that for now, you are mine

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Maybe it breaks
maybe it bends
like a flicker of wonder
that quietly mends

It echoes through silence
then rises, ascends
a moment unmeasured
that somehow transcends

You and I
against the pull of entropy
The odds were wrong
You’re my improbability

My Improbability

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Memories - Live Recording

Thanks to my friend Chris for shredding on this track

Track construction - Combstead
lead guitar - Chris
mix - Combstead / Chris
mastered - Chris
artwork - Chris

My Improbability

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