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The Rising Vital

Born Summer
Dedicated to my children.  The verses are written in order of their births:  Caitlyn, Renin, Cainin, all born in Summer, and only 2 weeks apart from each other between 6/25-7/10  (1998/2015/2019).  

Verse 1
You were born in July
Didn’t breathe, you didn’t cry
Then like a firework, you arrived
I held you, so tight 
On the day that you came into my life

Verse 2
We ran to the day
That wait, to know your name
How you’ve grown, six years old and shining like the sun
You’ve brought a beauty unparalleled into my life

Chorus
Oh, let your sunshine down on me
You were Born Summer
You were Born Summer to me

Verse 3
He begins, sweet summers skies and his star shines so bright
Here you are, as was I, so much more, I realize
Oh, the joy, that you’ve brought into my life

Born Summer

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///ABOUT
"A Christmas Night" is a Christmas record that evokes past atmospheres. Jazz, Nu Soul and RnB are mixed in the best possible way to cuddle the listeners and give them a magical, unforgettable Christmas night.

///CREDITS
Jaze Knight (Vocals/Backvocals)
Ciappy DJ (Producer/Beatmaker) 
Produced by Ciappy DJ for Soul Treasure Records
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Gianpiero Marasciulo at Soul Treasure Studio (Italy)

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Jaze Knight • Silent Night feat. Fabrizio Scarafile

2013

It Cries (You Never Took the Time)

It’s a country influenced number with guitar harmonica and a little touch  of mandolin. I’m trying out my best Willy Nelson voice!. Hope you like it!

Yes (the best word)

HATE ME NOW!!

Cat Scaffolding v0.01

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Here’s a remix of highspacealien’s track “LIES”. Honestly this one took a minute to put together as the original material is SO different from what I do, I didn’t wanna mess it up or know where to even take it. Luckily it sorta fell together in the end, lemme know how you feel about it!!!

LIES - highspacealien (M!DNITE REMIX)

tell me u luv me

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

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