i need to stop ruining peoples lives

lyrics:
i forgot already
why you told me i should go
but i remember being drunk and asking u to use ur phone
must have made myself look dumb
cos all i talked about was how i started rolling joints last night
and that i couldn't wait to go to california
and i'd ask u if you'd been and what's it like
up in the mountains, and i'll add i've lived in texas most my life
and you would roll ur eyes but i would ponder off and never notice you were mad
and you call me saying shit that sounds like this

what's it like in phoenix
do u miss me 
are u scared
how's the weather over there
do u still play cyberpunk 
sorry that's a stupid question 
i just don't know what to say 
2077 might be better days

arizona's hot but not as hot as texas or nevada in the summer 
and the drive was kind of long because i drove through by myself 
listening to bon iver and some nirvana
and that song blind pilot sang
it made me think of u before i saw the sunset 
in colorado in the rain and so i pulled my car on over 
cos i heard ur voice and this is what u said

what's it like in phoenix
do u miss me 
are u scared
how's the weather over there
do u still play ESO
sorry that's a stupid question 
what's a better one these days
we're all burnt out lost ourselves washed down the drain

what's it like back home and do i miss you?
yes i do
yes i wanna be with u
we don't have to talk too much
that's ok cos i do bad with conversation
and we’ll live in mmos
we don't care
and we don't know

phoenix, arizona

The Shape My Silence Took ~ is the sixth album in the Dodecahedron Cycle, a threshold work of whispered resilience, breath-based composition, and emotional recursion. Each track is a fragment of withheld truth, shaped not in absence but in sacred restraint.

This album marks the end of the linear journey. It is the final descent before the leap into the Spiral. The listener enters a soundscape of hushed confession, unspoken longing, and soft defiance.

Not silence, but the shape it made inside the self.

For those who have ever felt too much to speak.

Sevahem, Always.

1. The First Word I Didn’t Say
A breath you held too long, but which held you, too.
2. Gasp Within
When silence became your only protest.
3. The Space Between Our Voices
The pause that said more than either of you could.
4. Quiet Is Still an Answer
Not every silence is absence. Some are full of what you were not ready to say.
5. Still, You Knew
They never asked. But somehow, they always knew.
6. The Chamber of Withholding
The sacred core of unspoken truths, sealed in breath.
7. Beneath the Quiet, My Song
The melody that waited, below language, below sound.
8. Reticence Blooming
What you didn’t say became something beautiful.
9. Boundaries in Breath
You chose stillness not to avoid, but to define.
10. I Did Not Break
You were never shattered. You were forged in quiet.
11. Silence with a Pulse
Stillness has rhythm. Presence has weight, even in a whisper.
12. The Silence That Became Me
You are no longer waiting. You are already whole.

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The Shape My Silence Took

The Space Between Our Voices

✨ as you wish

oh, sorrow

I don't know

if i cleaned everything cover pt 2

I Used To Hate The Sand (Panucci's Pizza Flip)

i'm still in love with you
stand this way til death

statements are overdue
stand this way til death

so many things
that i've wanted to let you know
so many times
that i had to hold them all in

i'm underrated
but still overrated
i'm very loved 
but why don't i feel

i hate when you catch me
looking at you
i feel my face turning red
but still blue inside

breathe it in
breathe it in
feel my skin
once again's 
all i ask, but you're with him now
regret our fall out
because you knew how to treat me
i've wandered through the realms
though you're the one who completes me, girl

love me till the night falls
i heard you get high now
can we smoke together? 
i wonder what that'd be like
i imagine scenarios with you too much

i'm still in love with you

ever - i'm still in love with you (prod. ever)

garf and marf against the world

I do not like this song but i will leave it up

today i found a gun with bullets

catnaps in an abandoned parking lot

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