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Rise Of The Robox

All Shook Up Elvis Presley cover

Need To Be

Ibiza Inspired bayBay holiday Chilled track for that summer vibe

Sun Goes Down

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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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.

#BugsInTheMachine #CodersLife #IntellectualQuest #TechAnthems #DebuggingLife #DigitalWarriors #ScienceSongs

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

Romance

The meaning behind "Scrolling for Love" revolves around the theme of searching for connection and validation in a digital age. It explores how modern relationships and emotional fulfillment are often entangled with the endless cycles of social media and online interactions. The song highlights the repetitive and addictive nature of swiping, scrolling, and liking as substitutes for genuine human connection. It is a critique of the illusion of intimacy offered through technology. My experience is despite the constant interaction and validation from likes or comments, there’s an underlying sense of loneliness and emptiness that I experience. You gain online attention at the expense of real connection.

Scrolling for Love

Scrolling for love, But I Never feel Enough
Lost in the likes, Thoughts get so blurry.
Scrolling for love, Hey I’m Insta-worthy,
All viral moments in a digital dream."
Get TikTok famous, still feel unseen

Swipe left, swipe right, but I’m still alone tonight,
Scroll up scroll down a sinking ship I’m likely to drown 
"Refresh, Reload, but the feeling overload,
Lost in the pain,  of this digital game."

"Scrolling for love, But I never feel enough
Searching for love, but it’s all just pretend
Now digital highs are my only friend
All viral moments in a digital dream.
TikTiok famous still feel unseen

Swipe left, swipe right, but I’m still alone tonight,
Scroll up scroll down a sinking ship I’m likely to drown 
"Refresh, Reload, but the feeling overload,
Lost in the pain,  of this digital game."		

Scrolling for love, But I Never feel Enough
Lost in the likes, Thoughts get so blurry.
Scrolling for love, Hey I’m Insta-worthy,
All viral moments in a digital dream."
Get TikTok famous, But no-one knows

Scrolling For Love

Ghost is a hypnotic blend of ethereal synths, driving beats, and haunting melodies that transport listeners into a world of longing and nostalgia. With atmospheric production, the track pulses with a bittersweet energy, capturing the feeling of being haunted by past regrets and chasing memories that slip through your fingers. Perfect for late-night drives, introspective moments, or anyone who’s ever felt haunted by the past, Ghost is both cinematic and deeply personal—leaving an imprint long after the final note fades.

Lyrics

The lights flicker in my head,
The Shadows dance where angels bled.
You say my name like it’s a prayer,
your voice is cold, it fills the air.
Chorus:

I’m a ghost in your room, breathing in slow,
Then I whisper in your ear, that you’ll never know.
You try to hold me close, but I’m slipping away,
That fragile heartbeat, you can’t replay.
Verse 2:

A mirror shattered on the floor,
You see my cracks but beg for more.
Your fingers trace my fragile seams,
But I am not the saviour of your dreams.
Chorus:

I’m a ghost in your room, breathing in slow,
Then I whisper in your ear, that you’ll never know.
You try to hold me close, but I’m slipping away,
That fragile heartbeat, you can’t replay.
Bridge:

I’m not the dream you tried to make,
I'm Just the mirror, of the hearts you break."

Chorus:

I’m a ghost in your room, breathing in slow,
Then I whisper in your ear, that you’ll never know.
You try to hold me close, but I’m slipping away,
That fragile heartbeat, you can’t replay.

Ghost

Stranger in the Night

I found a vinyl in a future landfill
Etched with a hymn from a world that stands still
A tune hummed by ghosts who forgot how to bleed
Lyrics erased by the ache they don't need
The needle spins backward, but the static still speaks:
"Dance with the answers that buried their questions deep."

The first rule is there are no rules
The only truth's a hall of mirrors
We're all saints writing devil's gospels
Chasing tails through the fog of years

The clock that's right twice a day
Only ticks when you look away
The fire that melts your chains
Burns colder in the rain

We're Schrodinger's cats in a box made of time
Half-alive poets, half-dead-end rhymes
The atheist prays to the dice in his hands
The pessimist's roses outlive his best plans
You can't win the game if you don't take a side
But the board's made of smoke, and the pieces have died

The liar claims this line is untrue
The time traveler's boots have no sole to resole
The universe hums, "I'll owe you a Big Bang"
But the interest compounds in a black hole's hand

You built a dam with a sieve
Taught silence to a sieve
The map leads nowhere but back to your bones
And the phonebook's full of your name, unknown

This is the song that shouldn't exist
Born in a vacuum of crossed fists
A palindrome screamed into a void
The more it survives, the less that it's there
So play it at weddings, play it at wakes
The melody's just what the noise makes

The Song That Shouldn’t Exist

Saline is Dead Hazards' debut LP featuring 13 songs that play with themes like disillusionment and detachment and hold sounds ranging from raw sludge to rock-operatic passages. Saline brings a mixture of fuzz, colliding melodies, and low strings wrapped in melancholy, with a nod to 80s-90s heavy metal and alternative. 

Prime

Took A Loan

Keep It Real

Keep It Real (Electric Funk Mix)

'You TuRN Me oN' is an Electronic Dance-Pop track, with a funky, synth-wave vibe. Driven by pounding beats, funky, electronic, bass grooves, and a distorted pitch-bending synth lead. Female vocal samples give the track a sexy vibe that'll leave you hooked and shook...

YoU TuRN Me ON

"Break the Sky" captures a moment of emotional defiance and transformation. It moves from hazy memories and doubt (“The jukebox played a song I don’t recall”) to empowerment (“Lights go out, but I won’t fade”). The chorus is an anthem of surrender and strength—falling into love or fate, yet breaking through limits, even the sky itself.

Lyrics:
The jukebox played a song I don’t recall
Edge of the night—will I rise or fall?
They swore I’d never make it, never break at all
Memories fade, the masks come undone
I hear the voices calling my name
Telling me nothing stays the same

Lights go out, but I won’t fade,
Shadows fall, but I’m not afraid
Break the sky, break the sky
Falling, falling, into you

Golden signs flicker, lighting the way
A letter unopened, washed in the rain
You can’t hold the future in yesterday’s hands.
This song was ours before time began

If the stars are paper lights,
Why do they shine so bright?
Break the sky... falling, falling...  

Written and Performed by Northern Sky




Break The Sky

“That Is How” is a soft, bittersweet breakup song. 

Produced in a minimal-wave style with slow, romantic energy — somewhere between a lullaby and a quiet confession.

Lyrics, vocals, and concept by S̅k̅u̅f̅f̅e̅r̅l̅a̅n̅d̅ project

Thank you for listening.
If this made you feel something — I’m glad. That’s all it’s here to do.

That's How

Guitars: Clay Willis
Cello: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

God Left The Chat

"Who still remembers this melody?"
A playful echo from the past… a forgotten hero of our childhood returns.
I’ve always loved the intro tune from this classic TV series— so I gave it a fresh twist with an electronic heartbeat.

The result?
Bright, nostalgic, and full of joy.
A reimagined melody that’s both familiar and brand new.

Stay tuned—

The Song That Shouldn’t Exist

Axioms of Mediocrity