If VARISONIK wrote a sea shanty it would sound like this.....

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VARISONIK - Your ships' Master

Homemade record . - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : J. K. Mertz (1806-56)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Unruhe Op.13 J. K. Mertz - I. M. Regazzo (2025) HD

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Tanner McGraw: vocals and backing vocals
Lawson Mars: backing vocals
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio 

LYRICS
Mirror on the wall, it's a little bit wild.
Lipstick tube with a wicked smile.
Cherry red, like a secret spell.
It looks like magic, can you tell?
My heart's doing cartwheels,
in this drugstore light.
I press my lips, I feel something new.
Like I'm glowing inside.
Cherry shine, I crossed that line.
One swipe, I'm walking sky high.
Blush bloom, it's my debut.
In this shade, I'm someone new.
Cherry shine.
Cherry shine.
I blow a kiss to the world outside.
Lip print on my soda, and I don't hide.
A little color, a little brave.
Something sweet I get to save.
Cherry shine, I crossed that line.
One swipe, I'm walking sky high.
Blush bloom, it's my debut.
In this shade, I'm someone new.
Cherry shine.
Cherry shine.
Just a girl
in Cherry Shine.
Stepping out into a time.

CHERRY SHINE

Guitars, Bass and Keyboards by Robert Grigg.
Drums by Yamaha keyboard.

Slippin' Out

Isn't It Funny?

For those who have endured the Holocaust's unfathomable trauma, the iconic span helps reflect the profound strength and willpower needed to overcome such depths of human atrocity. (~feat. AI)

The Jumper

Nem mais um dia

Your One-Man Show

I got a problem
Doctor says I'm too ill to go to work
Got a love attack
And that's a fact
All the same I'm going can't stay at home
I crossed the bridge of love
No turning back

Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
I've got some loving
Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
Is it me, is it we?
What will my future be?
Cannot run, cannot hide
What can I do?

First time that I saw her I couldn't speak
Everything around me
Became a blur
Now I've got some loving I can't deny
All I think about
Is me and her

Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
I've got some loving
Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
Is it me, is it we?
What will my future be?
Cannot run, cannot hide
What can I do?

I got a problem
I know that she can't care too much for me
But I just can't stop
Can't run away
The burning light of love's inside of me
Keeps my hopes alive
Throughout the day

She's in my dreams
She's in my jeans

Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
I've got some loving
Love attack
I got a love attack
Love attack
Is it me, is it we?
What will my future be?
Cannot run, cannot hide
What could she see in me?
I just don't know
What she could see?
What she could see?

I got it bad and that ain't good
It's really bad and that ain't good
What could she see?
What could she see in me?
What could she see in me?
What could she see in me?
I'm all alone
No love at home
I'm all alone
I feel so lonely
I feel so lonely
What can I do?

Dance With Me

Love Attack

Please listen to the scientists.
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Cult

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"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.

For those who have endured the Holocaust's unfathomable trauma, the iconic span helps reflect the profound strength and willpower needed to overcome such depths of human atrocity. (~feat. AI)

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