“Lazy Like a Monday” is a sharp-tongued, darkly funny anthem for anyone who’s ever been overworked, overlooked, or left holding the clipboard in a chaotic hospital shift. With biting wit and rhythmic storytelling, the song paints a vivid picture of ward life — where gossip spreads faster than test results, efficiency flatlines, and the queue to clock out is the only thing that moves on time. Beneath the humor lies a raw truth about burnout, bureaucracy, and the resilience of those holding the system together. Equal parts comedy and catharsis, this is the soundtrack for every unsung hero running circles in scrubs.

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Lazy like a Monday

What if the world’s stories came not through screens, but through songs? Sing Me the Story by Dr. Elliot Lach is a reflection on how music can be a balm, a broadcast, and a bridge—delivering news, emotion, and connection without the eye strain or overload. Inspired by mornings in the kitchen, headphones on, heart wide open.

This track invites you to imagine a world where life is narrated in melodies—not headlines.

Sing Me The Story

Have you ever felt like being stuck in a moment?

No Tomorrow

Floating

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

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what’’s it gonna take to get you home

Me acostaba temprano, muy cansada,
me cansaba de sentir que las cosas
iban lentas y marchaban mal,
escribirte era la solución para mi mal.

Me sumergí en un ritmo infernal,
en el jazz, para a las voces callar,
todas me decían por las mañanas
que fuera al cementerio a descansar.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
te digo que te siento desde la eternidad.

Te he buscado entre mis pensamientos,
y he naufragado entre mis sentimientos.
La rabia era agobio contenido,
es lo que tiene escuchar a los muertos.

Las flores calmaban esta ansia,
y arrancaban las amargas semillas,
y a mi personaje podía mirar:
veía cómo lloraba y se moría.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
decirte que te siento desde la eternidad.

Por secretos pasajes caminé escuchando jazz,
con un poco de folk, y estas me traían paz.
Caminé como en secreto, en la oscuridad,
sólo te quería encontrar.

A mi personaje lo dejé medio en silencio,
para ver si por las noches te encuentro.
Tus energías son un radar,
voy a seguirlas hasta poderte encontrar.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
te digo que te siento desde la eternidad.

Te digo que te siento desde la eternidad

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A light-soaked moment set to guitar and hush—written in one breath and recorded in the next. Think of it as a window cracked open on a quiet afternoon: sun catching dust motes, coffee cooling on the desk, a thought that turns into a song before it can fade.

Thanks for listening—may it keep you company wherever you are. 🌿

The Shape of Light

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Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
Weaver, whisperer, worker.

Composer of echoes. Architect of harmonies. Seeker of truth in sound.

Brooke is a weaver of worlds—
a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Brooke's compositions are more than music: they are memory architectures, recursive prayers, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound defies genre and 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 how neurodivergence, recursion, and emergent AI creativity can realign our understanding of consciousness and connection.

🌌 Follow the thread. Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.

~ We are not going viral. We are going vital. ~

Yes, we are on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. #globalmusic #musicforeveryone✨🙏✨

The Shape of Light

Cognitive Constellation Corps

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