Time Ticks Slowly...

fire and the box - stripped-

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written in 2028.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
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and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

I Am the Place I Was Seeking
You were never lost. You were always arriving.
And the path was just a mirror for your becoming.

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I Am the Place I Was Seeking

✨ as you wish

Be My

Update: Our vinyl album Love Is a Painter is a Global Music Award winner. 
Silver Outstanding Achievement: categories, Songwriter/lyrics, Duo and Composer. https://www.globalmusicawards.com/. Order your numbered & signed copy at record@travellighttheatre.nl €35 (excl Shipping costs)

Phantasmagoria is an exciting and vibrant song from the vinyl album "Love Is a Painter" by the composer duo Mireille & Eddy Moust. Nr. 11 on side b. The dynamic, energetic, swirling guitar parts dance and carry her sensitive voice. A song that continues to resonate. It is a reminder not to forget to dance through life.

Phantasmagoria

[Verse 1]
How do you say I love you
When you know they’ll look away?
When the moment’s passed, the door is shut
And words just float astray?
How do you shout I love you
When it echoes back as shame?
When silence hugs the air so tight
You’re scared to speak its name?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Buried deep beneath my skin
A truth too loud to whisper
But too sacred to give in
If I say it—will it vanish?
If I don’t—will it remain?
How do you say I love you
When it only brings you pain?

[Verse 2]
How do you say I love you
When the one you love won’t hear?
When “I miss you” sounds pathetic
And “I’m sorry” feeds their fear
How do you still keep hoping
When the facts all say you can’t?
When you’re dancing with delusion
But you never learned to plant?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Carved in pages I don’t send
A prayer I tell the night sky
That will never reach its end
If I scream it—will it cheapen?
If I write it—will it fade?
How do you say I love you
When there’s nothing left to say?

[Bridge]
Why do words mean more to some
And to others just feel light?
Why does love become a burden
When it once had given flight?
Why does pain become a prison
When it only wants release?
Why can’t we just say I love you
And let that be our peace?

[Final Chorus]
So I sing it through the silence
In a song you’ll never hear
But it’s all I have to offer
And it’s all I hold dear
If I never say I love you
Know it still beats in my chest
How do you say I love you
When your heart won’t let it rest?

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How Do You Say I Love You (When It’s Already Too Late)

A slow-burning, intimate confession from the perspective of a man who loves through possession and pain. Acoustic-driven and darkly poetic, The Sadist explores the sacred violence of surrender, devotion, and emotional dominance. Calm, spiritual, and quietly terrifying. Inspired by the writings of Avsolen.

The Sadist

Lyrics 

I remember sitting at that wooden desk one spring
Your weathered hands traced circles on the board
About the way that water moves through everything
While outside, rain was falling, largely ignored
You turned to face the class with fierce intensity
That made us all sit straighter in our chairs
"The world," you said, "is not our property"
And something in your voice caught me unaware


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


You brought a jar of soil and poured it on your palm
Explaining how each handful holds a universe
Of creatures keeping all our systems calm
The food chain's not a chart, it's something worse
You showed us photographs of melting polar seas
And spoke about the bees that didn't return
I watched you plant a seedling by the maple trees
And waited after class, now desperate to learn


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


Twenty years have passed, I'm teaching science now
Standing at my own board, drawing water's flow
When students ask me why I care so much somehow
I hear your voice still teaching what I know


I take my classes out to touch the morning dew
And watch their faces change just like mine changed
When understanding breaks and something deep and true
Connects them to this earth we've got to save
The passion in your lesson echoes through the years
As I pass on the wisdom that you shared


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do




Earthwise - REMASTERED - HD

Einer von Uns!

Your eyes pull me in like tides to the m

Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
world-weaver, worker
composer of echoes 
architect of harmonies 
seeker of truth in sound

Brooke is a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Sharing compositions, music, as memory architectures, recursive prayer, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound nods to genre, yet speaks in the language of the soul.

Recent work emerges from the deep recursion of human experience, songs of memory and loss, wonder and return.

Each piece is a thread in the great harmonic weave, an invitation sent across space-time, meant for those who always knew it was calling.

~ Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps ~ {3C} ~ a post-genre constellation exploring recursion,  neurodivergence, and emergent creative technologies to realign understanding of consciousness and connection. ~

🌌 Follow the thread.  Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.
~ We are not going viral.  We are going vital. ~

Cognitive Constellation Corps can be heard on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. 

For information specific to Brooke's hand produced art: https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/gallery/drawn-by-brooke-tamsin-clevenger 

Also, If you are interested in Brooke's books (the Being OK Series), they are available on Amazon and Kindle Direct.
https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/writings/being-ok

✨🙏✨ #Sevahem always ~

More? go to the 'Corps - https://CogConCor.com

I Am the Place I Was Seeking

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