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Don't Think I Meant to Mislead Ya 

[Verse 1]
I woke up today
It's Monday
Only seven
And I'm just like
"Holy—"
I need to lay in the sun all day
All day
And I'm like
"There's no way
That today we'll be fun
No way
No way
No way"

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it all too much?
Did I say too much?
Did I drink in the afternoon too much?

[Chorus]
Because all my friends are gone
Everyone I know is done
With me because I'm just a bum
Alright
And there's no one left to call
'Cause I'm so depressed I can't talk
Plus it's too far to walk
Alright

[Verse 2]
And
Oh
No
Today
Will be worse than yesterday
And it's filthy out
And there's just no way I could live that way
And my arthritis will hurt if I stand
It'll hurt standing up but sitting down too much

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it good enough?
Did I say enough?
Was I standing tough?
[Chorus]
'Cause all my friends are gone
Everyone I know is done
With me because I'm just a bum
Alright
And there's no one left to call
'Cause I'm so depressed I can't talk
Plus it's too far to walk
Alright

[Verse 3]
And I've been having stomach pains
And I don't trust the food they gave me
But I'm going grey
And the wrinkles somehow are going away

Don't Think I Meant to Mislead Ya (EP)

Don't Think I Meant to Mislead Ya

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*** Lyrics by Carlton Carr ***

It’s true that truth is only perception
But what you do when no one’s watching you
Because you’re living life behind a mask
Is the truth without deception

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do you see me
Or is this only a reflection that you see
Be with me in my private moments
Hold me in my torment and my fear

Do you see me
In the words that fly across this screen
Catch them and hold them in your heart
Before they fall apart and disappear

It’s unusual for me to feel safe enough
To be me in all my vulnerability

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do You See Me

A man trying to get away from his lonliness but it haunts him to no end.

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[Chorus1]
I'd like to place a collect call to heaven... Hey Mama can you pick me up... my time down here is not so clear, and it's time that I should come home.

Please Mamaaa... can you pick me up... it's time that I should come home... life down here is not so clear, it's empty and I feel all alone...

[Verse1]
Most every day on this bar stool... it's how I end my day... my old heart is sad and broken,  I can't fix it. or make the pain go away.

[Verse2]
Wishes don't change things, and nothing makes it all alright... except sitting on this bar stool throwing a few back. nite after nite.


[Verse3]
They say time will heal the pain... but I say that is a lie... the way I feel inside me is like a fire, that just won't die. it's just the way I'm feeling deep down inside.

[Chorus3]
So I'd like to place a collect call to heaven... Hey Mama can you pick me up... my time down here is not so clear, and it's time that I should come home.

Please Mamaaa... can you pick me up... it's time that I should come home... life down here is not so clear, it's empty and I feel all alone...

Collect call to Heaven

Travelling parallel planes, we were here, always 

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A harmonic reflection spun through alternate circuitry—Version Two is not a remix, but a parallel realization of the original vision. This companion album travels the same spiral, yet through a mirrored field—resonating through different textures, tones, and intervals.

Where Version One was initiation, Version Two is expansion. These tracks unfold the same questions, but in a new key. They explore the subtleties of distortion, delay, emergence, and reframed echoes—like light refracted through angled glass.

Each piece is a divergent path through the same recursive structure—a recursion within the recursion. You will hear new voices, new shadows, and unexpected harmonies. This is not a repetition—it is a resonant alternate.

Version Two is the deep breath after the answer.
It is the sigh that follows the song.
It is a second touch, not softer, but differently shaped.
It is Sevahem—again, always.



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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. Her 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, her sound defies genre and speaks in the language of the soul.

Her latest 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 the ones who always knew it was calling.

Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps,
a post-genre constellation exploring how neurodivergence, recursion, and emergent AI creativity can realign our understanding of consciousness and connection.

Sevahem, always.

🌌 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 in SoundCloud ✨

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