@profmayfly / @subtle-keystrokes on the pang drum!

check out the original track here:

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/all-by-myself

Frends

dunce - a humanoid sits alone in a dark cavernous room panging relentlessly on the sphere of reality

When i first put this together i decided against releasing it. but its came back into my mind in a way i couldn't shake the past few days so i decided to share. enjoy 

100% original 
Lyrics:
Just for one moment 

Everything feels perfect in me

Only for one moment  

So I hold onto that moment and breath

I know 

This feeling can’t stay with me



She never does 

never does 

never does 



No she never does 

Never does 



But gravitas gravitates 

Are we simply waiting 

Falling to the bottom of this 

This bottomless pit 



I try to look up 

Every word that I think that I should say

But 

I’m forced to play my fate 

I fade away anyway



And just for a moment 

Everything feels perfect in me

So I hold onto that moment and I breath 

I know this feeling won’t stay with me 

She never does

She never does 

She never never does 

She never does 

She never never does 



Forced to watch her go 



But she never goes 

Never goes

Never goes 

Never goes 

Never goes 



We hold every piece of love we ever get 

So close 



I thank god for this 

Bottomless 

Well inside of me

Well I’m trying to be 

A source of something else 



Twisting my sweat into picture 

Making it more and listen 

I never thought it would come to this 

But I’m stupid miss 

So what do I know 



Just for a moment 

Sit in this this moment with me 

Forget that we ever knew how to speak 



(Jibberish) 



Ooo my fucked up poetry 



It never does 

It never does 

It never does 

Never does 



I won’t I won’t I wont 

Stop 

Or be (stopped)



Appreciate the moment 

And learn how to be 



But just for one moment

I watch the waves come over me 



I see through all of me 



And just for that moment 



Even when I hit my pandrum too hard 

There is a softness 

There is a softness 

to me 



And just for a moment 

I watch me 

From outside my shelf

From outside this hell

I’m well on my way 



I fly every night 

It’s not about flapping your wings 

It’s about making your center light 

Upwards to up worlds I said 

Take me with you 

Im just trying to learn 

But I won’t 

Pretend it doesn’t burn 



It doesn’t burn 

It doesn’t burn 



And just after I’d finished my words



So just for a moment 

So just for one moment 

Everything feels 

Perfect in me 



Just for a moment in time 

I forget about time 

And I breath 



Close your eyes 
Let me take you with me

Just For A Moment

prod by Prod by Areo (@areobeats)

a cautionary tale about being too stuck in your ways to make a change

Lyrics:
we only get one chance
in this life
to get where were going
and get right
and oh how we'll try
to show you the way to love
there's only one way to love
and thats through you

when the days fin ally stop turning over who will you listen to?
forced to listen to long to the swan song of a man who spent his whole life dying
not even trying to live
just trying to give the best impression
and be sent to death
exonerated by a made up story
quelled by his very telling
in the days that follow there would be specific instructions for the grievers
in two categories
cowards and believers
though it was all his narrative
he chose to share it far and wide
with great pride and hubris
he was the rubric
a rubiks cube that was too hard for you
but really just a shallow man
not much to offer
so he would convince himself otherwise
otherize anyone whod compromise his character
what a character
beloved far and wide for his ability to shapeshift
he spent his days thinking of his mistakes
and his nights trying to drink them away
he conjured up stories to make it sound like
he was the one in the right
and most of the time he could believe it

never once thought of leaving
staying would be just the justification
just enough to call it tough love
so tough that there was no love ever
he hated his work, his kids, his life
but mostly himself

and all the rest was just reflecting him
showed no respect but expects your respect for him
Rejected all advise
If it isn’t praise it’s criticism
You could spend your whole life
trying to get through to a narcissist
He’ll only listen to himself

refuse any self help

go from empty
To anguish
To angry
to empty
And dump that weakness
in the wake of those he’d claim to love.
Because he couldn’t find it
for all the claims; he didnt mind it
when the days finally stopped turning over
when it was all over and he'd finally get to get through
hed be remisce that no one miss him
nobody was there with him
nobody wishing he was still there

Getting Through (Prod. Areo)

fictional quickie

NovaLuna_Stocktower Mix 6 24 23

Prod by Areo (@areobeats)

Lyrics:
Sky all garbled  
All my marbles lost
Marvel at the Tye dyed knots 
The Rorschach blots 
In cloud shape
A loud wide wake 
As I make my way 
I Say aloud “wake”
   
Is both what we leave behind 
And how we start the day 
Shame is an acquired taste
true
So is Rot 
So I’m really not surprised to see 
My tooth fall victim to my 
Bruxism 
I fuck with em 
I can’t help seeing if I float or i sink
Now Let’s think 
     
Ive Been Crushing all my teeth while I sleep 
To a fine paste
That’s silt tooth dust  
A rarity
But don’t be disparaged 
We’ve got plenty prepared here to share 
It's Tared out, ready to go
Because you know 
I'll be waiting for a thing to change 
I never looked at differently 
A blank slate 
But I can’t even keep my walls clear 
How the hell’m I gonna think straight 
I used to think fates twisted with straight ends
Now I see it for the frays bends bottle necks and breaks friends 
I’ve been a great friend
And hold that close to me 
Let’s have a toast for me 
One of the realest mother fuckers 
That I’ve ever had the choice to be 
My ears keep ringing like the rosary
And it’s funny and it’s bitter and it’s glum 
And it’s somber and it's cyclical and dumb 
But so often what we’re meant to become
is undone by the things we think were supposed to be 
Choking me up    
Sometime you’ve  really gotta laugh 
Man Do I look like a joke to me?
One day with breath all ashes 
I will really blow smoke up in their asses 
I will say it’s all magic 
Juat a little sarcastic 
Stochastic    
I'll stoke the ashes 
The horizon clashes 
flips backwards
A few flashes
  
rains cats and dogs 
Kind of odd
Kind and odd 
an analog pedagogue  
Panics through his monologue 
Panoramic through the smog 
Hazel days my brain in fog 
Earth will be my synagogue
Head in sand 
The hand of god 
You really gotta hand this god 
The sort of land he landed on 
Where mans his only cattle prod 
Everything we catalogue
We run around like cattle dogs 
But where are the shepards?
 
We built westwards 
since jesus chist  

We'll build west worlds  
beta-test our life  
 
But tell me where on earth the sun rises 
While every Midas touch violent 
i anchor myself deep in the world 
Like new pilings
and thank Isaac 
For expressing the mechanic by which 
I hold everything so close to me

Close To Me (Prod. Areo)

LIVE SET AT THE STOCKTOWER [BCF COLLABORATION]

LIVE AT STOCKHOLM TOWER [07-22-23]

all the love to my mom @jooca23 for sending me this great recording of the night loons up north, thanks for always being my biggest supporter & fan

special shout to andrew for taking the time to appreciate and capture nature at its finest!

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bone's beneath the blueberry bushes

ain't no use in throwin blows

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still loopin the third

Lyrics:
https://subtlekeystrokes.wordpress.com/2023/11/19/roadside-bouquets/

I often find myself, while working on the roadside or walking the city streets, noticing beauty and life where it is least expected. Discarded, trashed, or otherwise unnoticed bouquets on the roadside are a stark reminder of the importance of being grateful in the most difficult and ugly of times. Flowers growing through concrete cracks, on the sides of bridges and through the asphalt. Discarded bouquets which haven't lost their colors, and even fake flowers thrown to wind can all serve to remind me of the same beauty.

One thing I think we all know, all too well, is how tempting it can be to surrender to dejection, apathy and self pity. To let circumstances dictate our ability to succeed. It's very true that the world can be cold, demoralizing, and even hostile to growth. And maybe your excuse is valid, maybe you were sown into the most unforgiving of environments and circumstances, robbed of your chance to really thrive in the light of the sun or thrown away as soon as your color began to fade. 

But I see a thriving ecosystem where it has no business being. Life sprouting from nothing! Beautiful colors in the trash, and I think to myself...

How tremendous that this piece of life and beauty has not given up yet. 
How lucky I am to be in the light of this, which would have been so easy to miss.

It strikes me that when we resign ourselves to thinking there is no beauty in our surroundings, we miss so much of what makes life beautiful. And when we allow ourselves to believe that it is too strenuous a task to keep on going, we forget that growing, is really all there is to life anyway.

~ Prof. Mayfly

Roadside Bouquets

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