Work Bounces

Aurora Autumnus

Artist Name
Anoro
Record Label
Anoro
Release Date
Jul. 28, 2025
Primary Genre
Spoken Word
Secondary Genre
Spoken Word
Primary Subgenre
Audiobook
Secondary Subgenre
Audiobook
Mood/Style
Type: Vocal
Album Language
French
Artist Location
Canada

Source:
OVIDE, MÉTAMORPHOSES, LIVRE XI
[Trad. et notes de A.-M. Boxus et J. Poucet, Bruxelles, 2008]
Fin de l'histoire d'Orphée - Légende de Midas (11, 1-193)
bcs.fltr.ucl.ac.be/METAM/Met11/Met11-001-193.htm

Texte:
justpaste.it/ik7w7

Légende de Midas

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

Ladies and gentlemen
please fasten your seatbelts
We're about to experience turbulence
in the art of regret

I'm sorry if you noticed
I'm sorry you were hurt
I'm sorry that you feel this way
And now you're throwing dirt
I'd love to care about your wounds
But I'm busy dodging blame
So let's both agree-your pain's not clear
And I'll just look away

Did I do something? (Yes!)
Did I say something? (You did!)
Well, I'd like to apologize...
For the way you feel

I'll blame the weather, blame the moon
Say, "Oops, my bad!" then leave the room
If I must, I'll sigh, look wise
Blame the system, blame my fate
Or, "Sorry I'm late to the sorry parade!"
Take a bow and improvise
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry that you're angry
That I danced upon your toes
But, hey, I lost my own last week
That's just how karma goes
My PR says to say some words
About the lessons that I've learned
So here's my statement:
"If I caused some pain-I hope the earth still turned"

I regret that you regret
But not the thing you're regretting
I apologize for your confusion
And your unexpected bloodletting
If you're searching for sincerity
It's in my other coat
Or somewhere deep inside a memo
That my lawyer wrote

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I push too far? (Too far!)
Well, I'm ready to say sorry...
For your delicate heart

I'll blame tradition, blame the crowd
Say, "Sorry you're so sensitive now!"
Make it vague and weaponize
Blame the coffee, blame my youth
Blame gravity, blame the absolute truth
Don't expect me to empathize
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry for my past mistakes
And future ones to come
For all the things I almost did
And everything I've done
Forgive me, or forget me
But don't forget my brand
And if this feels authentic
That was never what I planned

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I make things worse? (You did!)
Here's my vague apology...
If that's what you require

I'll blame my grandma, blame the sun
Blame autocorrect-then run, run, run
If I blush, I'll stylize
Blame nostalgia, blame my shoes
Sorry you're allergic to the words I use!
Modern times, modern lies
That's just how I apologize

If you're waiting for an answer
Or the world to make it right
You'll find me on a talk show
Saying,
"Sorry, not tonight"

Sorry

The bells might not ring anymore 
The wind might not blow across your windows 
Your friends they might be once upon a time 
Remember 
Remember 
This life is temporary 
It's an uncertain world 
But I know a friend in JESUS who promised me
He is gonna give me Eternal Life 
Where there'll be no sorrow 
No more Lonely Days 
Where there'll be no panicking 
No more Lonely Days 
Tell somebody No more Lonely Days 
When we Meet Him  in the sky
We'll reign with Him
No more Lonely Days 
No more!
Yeah
Let not your heart be troubled
Jesus has gone to prepare a place for you, for me
Believe Him 
As many as believed in Him
To them He gave the right to be the children of God 
No more Lonely Days 
No more Lonely Days 
I say No More!

Lonely Days

Lonely_Days

submission for Friendly Music Jam #4 hosted by Gullo, featuring Gullo, Xafae, elia the animal, lodesa, and RSR's samples + my connectors

modular multiple-step process on this one the most ambitious that I have done so far since 2023.  There aren't MIDI dumps or MuseScore scores of this because if i did it would be only tiny pieces of the whole thing.  It's done with random throw away lines in my text files for lyrics that didn't go into full songs so it feels like some White Album thing of half-songs or the way Alan Parsons Tales of Mystery & Imagination doesn't quite hang together because it was his first solo effort.  The samples of the contributors were paired with Roland FA-08 performances into "modules" and the ones that failed in that process for selection were replaced with Akai-MIDI keyboard performances of instruments that I got off places like Humble Bundle that are integrated with the Mixcraft 10.6 Pro Studio DAW.  And then backbones of performances which connect the sample section modules complete the process when overlaid with vocals corresponding to all (or almost all) the modules.  This went twelve draft versions, I've never done that many incremental drafts.

William Tell Should've Known Better - Chocolate-Dipped Chocolate

DON'T GIVE UP

Listen to the book "The Year of Becoming Gracia" on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/Year-Becoming-Gracia-Necessary-Adventure/dp/B00O1ES4RW/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.hjF60yF0sUduswWfU1dtWCm8O5h2z17IywJy6cjPQYIlJnmh9uiO2K5RaoCY-4SN.yPLpXWGXr2uudcmDwY2kJF7PJRcEoS1rG18fCGvFV3M&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+year+of+becoming+gracia&qid=1753828983&sr=8-1


[verse 1]
She left Colorado with the wind at her side
Chasing a whisper across the great divide
Two daughters grown and walking their own trails
But in her heart, their laughter still prevails

She taught in the suburbs by the bay
Melbourne mornings, chalk dust and prayers each day
Teaching roots in a world far from home
Still wondering how far a soul must roam


[chorus]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Through the healing and the ache
Crossing oceans for the questions
That the silence sometimes makes
In her journal and her heartbeat
There's a light she will not fake
She's still becoming Gracia
Every breath a chance to wake 

[verse 2]
On a Kibbutz where the Galilee sings
She found peace in the simplest things
University walls in old Haifa stone
Studied faith, but she still felt alone

She held the past in tender grace
Missed her father’s final face
In a veterans bed, far from her sky
Ventura wept while she said goodbye

[chorus]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Through the loss and through the flame
Two daughters off on journeys
But they echo in her name
In the quiet of her longing
She has never passed the blame
She's still becoming Gracia
Never walking quite the same 

[bridge]
Now the road bends, not so wide
But wisdom walks close by her side
With Reiki hands and open eyes
She learns to live, she learns to rise

[chorus - final]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Not a finish, just a start
Finding healing in the desert
And the shadows of her heart
With her daughters in the ether
And her father in the stars
She's still becoming Gracia
Just as she is, just who you are 

[outro]
Still becoming... Gracia…



Still becoming Gracia

Killarney Room

Little Miss Dynamite_081141304.mp3

This is an Acapella, Beatbox cover song of Free's, All Right Now. 
Recorded in 1985.
(5 of 5)

Playlist:
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3262107CC2DF1401

The Light Is On

Axioms of Mediocrity