Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under commercial license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), rights held by the creator.

roots (demo)

ORBS PER MINUTE (demo)

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator.

[Intro]
Even shadows are blessed with sunlight,
Streak through the darkness, lines
Of painted light. I want to scream
At the sun—let it be bright, light.

[Verse 1]
I rise
Out of the ground like an orb,
Ready to release the energy
I absorbed underground.
Become lost in the sound,
Beats per minute in my heart—
In the music, I radiate.

[Verse 2]
I feel my soul again burn
In red-hot sweat among people
I don’t know on a dusty hillside.
Take what I thought was one thing,
But before I know it, I am the sun—
My rays spread, a feeling I thought
I’d never feel again

[Bridge]
Drink up the water,
Put our hands together, 
We don't pray to one God, 
No, we pray to many 
The ground we grew from.

[Chorus]
I rise
Out of the ground like an orb,
Ready to release the energy
I absorbed underground.
Become lost in the sound,
Beats per minute in my heart—
In the music, I radiate 

[Verse 3]
Sinking into quicksand again,
It feels like the embrace—of
A mothers womb —
A safety we rarely feel now. 

[Chorus]
As the bass amplifies, I rise
Out of the ground like an orb,
Ready to release the energy
I absorbed underground.
Become lost in the sound,
Beats per minute in my heart—
In the music, I radiate.

[Verse 4]
Hold hands with a girl
I don’t know,  we
Speak for centuries, see
Thousands of futures
Dance through lifetimes,
Fall through solar storms

[Chorus]
I rise
Out of the ground like an orb,
Ready to release the energy
I absorbed underground.
Become lost in the sound,
Beats per minute in my heart—
In the music, I radiate. 

[Outro]
Try not to fall into the abyss.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad; maybe
It would be the start of something
new—tomorrow. 
Maybe it wouldn’t be; maybe
It would be the start of something,
Something new—tomorrow. 
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

Orbs Per Minute

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator.

left unsaid

ELLIPSIS

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator

I wrote this original about the idea of devolution as a person or losing yourself to distraction and feeling unworthy or that your creations are not good, I fear rejection as a poet. 

Here is the original poem or let’s call it a piece of text, by Callum Conway

I feel like I have devolved from a fully developed being. 
I used to be in orbit with other people, 
and now I am but an asteroid floating 
through space waiting to crash 
into other porous people, 
letting our icy marrow shatter 
into the stratosphere before burning up, 
never to be seen again apart from 
a little piece of your stone that 
washed up on the shore to be 
locked in a locket by a forgotten lover — 
such knowledge of acts that come 
after might’ve been the ones to save us 
from losing ourselves in space. 

We forget that we are wanted. 
In the loneliness, we divide ourselves 
into little pieces 
that we feel are not worthy, 
but simply as we no longer 
see ourselves as whole. 

We are broken beings 
unable to finish the puzzle 
inside our minds that makes us, 
for we didn’t start at the outside,
build inwards as many suggest is 
the right way to go about an 
endeavour like a 5000-piece puzzle. 

We are left with patches 
like a field muddied from trekkers 
in the rain with but a few lush free 
patches left to graze on, 
to feed our thoughts, to nourish. 

We are so distraught at being unfinished that we forget to finish ourselves, 
forget to become ourselves, forget to be ourselves. We lose ourselves in the in-between, falling through the gaps in cardboard pieces into ravines below that can capture us forever if we are not careful. I have been sailing down a river on a corner piece that I worry is soon going to soak through and disintegrate, leaving me in the water unable to find my way back up, for puzzles seldom come with snakes and ladders for that is another plot line, a game we play in the background like all the others. We exhaust ourselves with games that never have an end, just bric-a-brac with missing parts floating through time until our timeline ends — but great art is often left unfinished for it was painted with fires that burned in the sheer intensity of distraction, of madness, of insanity. It’s an energy that tears us apart as much as it can pull us together, but we often pay the price of never quite fitting in, never quite fitting together, never quite being part of a finished puzzle.

Lost In Orbit

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator

WAKING / FALLING

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator. Mastered using LANDR.

[Intro]
Weg immer länger,
steig aus, look up—
Sterne verschenken keine Strahlen,
festgehalten zwischen Mond
und implodierenden Planeten.

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[Verse 1]
Schmettern aus, ein, aus,
Wiederholung, caught in flux—
sink below the horizon in shards,
rise up, locked in a loop
of destruction and rebirth.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Ich warte auf etwas Neues,
eine Veränderung.

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[Chorus]
Worlds shatter and rebuild
before I can move,
den Fernbedienung zu klauen,
Pause zu drücken,
bevor alles wieder zusammenfällt,
brechend wie mein Herz
in langen Nächten.

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[Verse 2]
Earth in stasis—taxidermy world,
gravity crushing its cotton core.
Es wartet auf niemand,
dreht sich, ob wir bleiben
oder nicht, locked on the surface.

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[Verse 3]
Wir sind nur Gäste
auf einem pulsierenden Kügel,
molten magma system—
we refuse to call a heart.

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[Instrumental / Break]
Drilling in, wearing it thin,
volcanoes erupt,
tear ducts streaming burning tears.

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[Bridge]
We exist of the same flesh,
molecules that soar through space,
time escapes us.

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[Verse 4]
Never knowing the universe’s enormity,
hoping my mind survives in atoms,
travels to nebulas,
swallowed by wormholes,
reconstituted far from greed,
on a distant world,
unscathed.

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[Final Chorus / Outro]
Ich warte auf etwas Neues,
eine Veränderung.
Worlds keep shattering and rebuilding
before I can move my atrophied limbs,
den Fernbedienung zu klauen,
Pause zu drücken,
bevor alles wieder zusammenfällt,
brechend wie mein Herz
in langen Nächten.


Original poem, also written by me:


Der Weg wird immer länger,
Ich steige aus und look up 
Aber die Sterne verschenken 
Keine Strahlen, festgehalten 
Zwischen dem Mond und 
Implodierenden Planeten das
Schmettern ein, aus und ein
In Wiederholung. Caught in flux,
They sink below the horizon in 
Shards before rising up,
Locked in a loop of destruction 
And rebirth. Ich warte auf etwas Neues,
Eine Veränderung, but worlds keep
Shattering and rebuilding before
I can move my atrophied limbs
Den Fernbedienung zu klauen, 
Pause zu drücken vor alles fällt 
Wieder zusammen, brechend wie
Mein Herz in langen Nächten.

But Earth in stasis would be
A taxidermy world, gravity
Crushing through its cotton 
Core, es wartet auf niemand 
It turns whether we remain 
locked on its surface
Or not, wir sind nur Gäste 
Auf ein Kügel das lebt und pulsiert
Molten core magma circulatory system
We refuse to call a heart, drilling into
It’s skin, wearing it thin as volcanoes
Erupt like tear ducts letting out
Streams of burning tears, 

It dreamt of symbiosis but we
Could not help but take more 
Than it has to offer us.
There is no doctor who can hold
A stethoscope to the floor
And diagnose synthetic sickness,
We are scientists playing experiments
On atoms we will never understand,
Atoms that allow us to live as they
Fall from the fingers I type with,
Dry skin that flakes from me
Floats down to be reunited with
Ground that bore it and we only
Bother to comment on how
Disgusting that might look

When we all exist of the same 
Flesh, the same molecules that
Soar through space and travel 
Time that escapes us, as
We will never experience the 
True enormity of the universe,
I hope my mind lives on inside
Atoms that travel to far off 
Nebulas to be swallowed by 
Wormholes-, black holes that carry 
Them somewhere they are not known,
Reconstitute on a distant world 
Unscathed by greed and consumption.

PLANETENPAUSE

This is about letting go.

Make my thoughts infinite
Locked in the loop of fantasy
Figure eight — can’t see straight.
Futures fork the road,
Never know which way to go
or how to say no.


Should stay right
I go left, left,
In city streets,
Try to catch my breath,
Walk backroads, 
Face grows numb with panic.

Fuck it, back at it.
I’m versatile, agile
Already been down every road
Seen it all
it all starts to show.

No longer in the showroom
Take thoughts, multiply them
Divide them into ideas that
never existed — still they persisted.

I hyper-focussed on you,
Put my focus on you…
Wonder how our paths
don’t cross — but I’ve seen
The other side.

Avoidance:
It’s your artform.
Makes me hyper-focus
on you you you
I hyper-focus on you-you.

But nobody’s property –
I move at high velocity.
Without thinking, without.
Tunnel vision
too long in front of the television

Not everything’s a CW show
It’s time to let you go

I hyper-focussed on you,
Put my focus on you…
Wonder how our paths
don’t cross — but I’ve seen
The other side.
Avoidance — it’s your artform.

Hyper-focus on you you you
I hyper-focus on you-you.

Try to dodge chaos,
End up causing it.
Stumble on my own tongue,
Words up in the mix — 
Scared to step back.

Stayed startside,
Waiting for another runner
Already wiping off sweat
From his next race.

Thought he’d be there,
But nobody’s property.
I hyper-focused on you —
High velocity.
Move at speed without thinking.

High velocity.
I move at high, high 
Hyper-focussed on you
I hyper-focussed on you
Put my focus on you
But nobody is property


Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all lyrical rights held by the creator. Mastered using LANDR with subscription.

HYPERFOCUS

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), all rights held by the creator. Mastered using LANDR.

Telepathic

Psychobabble

I can be sugar or spice,
I am rainfall, stopping and starting,
Unpredictable stuck between storm and sun.
I am boththunder and lightning,
Spread through the sky, pulsing veins,
Starting wildfires in those moments
Where I forget to use my brain.

I am thunder, letting them know

I can be sugar or spice,
I am rainfall, stopping and starting,
Unpredictable stuck between storm and sun.
I am both thunder and lightning,
Spread through the sky, pulsing veins,
Starting wildfires in those moments
Where I forget to use my brain.

I am thunder, letting them know
I will rain down, not to wash away
Their words, but to show attention.
I am learning to listen half-fiction
I am thunder, I am rain,
I am becoming human again.

Perhaps I'm unfixable, but day by day,
I'm a little more metrade stutters for clarity,
Mumbles regaining their strength,
Carrying my words
Across county lines.

Don't expect miracles-still cynical,
Caught between rational thought
And overthinking everything.
Build multiverses in my mind
Time to decide: hold me tighter,
Or let me slip through your arms.
When you wake, I'll be gone
Without a trace.

I am thunder, letting them know
I will rain down, not to wash away
Their words, but to show I'm listening.
to trust half-fiction
I am thunder, I am rain,
I am becoming human again.


I see my humanity returning,
I see new beginnings, life unfurling.
I heard autumn is starting early
It's the one I wait for; let leaves fall.
This time, I'm ready. Trust in the process.
Looking forwardbecause I am thunder,
I am lightning, I am rain,
I am starlight, a supernova
But only when you're there
To light up the sky with me.

Written by Callum James Conway, formatting and feedback from OpenAI and Anthropic. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), mastering from LANDR and SoundCloud, all rights held by the creator

Human Again

SELF DOUBT

A new version of my track Palms, a song about being at a rave and that one person’s hand that makes you feel safe. It’s about love.

The piece began life as afterglow, written during my Creative Writing MA at Newcastle University (2015–2016). For this rework, the text has been reshaped into tightened lyrics with part-recorded / part-generated vocals and brand-new production.

Created with Suno (Premier), OpenAI, and artwork generated with OpenAI then refined in Picsart Pro & Photomator. Mastering by me alongside LANDR and SoundCloud Mastering.

All rights in the lyrics and creative direction remain mine. If you think a generated vocal resembles your own voice, please reach out.

© 2025 Callum Conway. All Rights Reserved.

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Liner Notes

Credits
	•	Vocals: a combination of my own recordings and AI-generated material
	•	Lyrics: adapted from afterglow (© Callum Conway, 2015–2016)
	•	Production: Suno (Premier)
	•	Adaptation support: OpenAI
	•	Artwork: OpenAI, refined with Picsart Pro & Photometer
	•	Mastering: Artist + LANDR + SoundCloud Mastering

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Lyrics — Palms (Club to Coast Rework)

Lasers partitioned smoke,
Built dance-floor dimensions.
We walked in — your palms,
Your sweaty palms said it’ll be okay.

Remember that crowd,
Coral-reef crowd, bright arms.
Like sea urchins — don’t let go.
I’ll slip too deep, I’ll fall asleep.
Sink into you, rest into you.
Rest my eyes inside your embrace.

I forgot my name,
Had conversations with myself.
Your sweaty palms
Told me it’ll be okay.

Slow crashes rinse it away,
Lose hold of the memory, the melody.

It returns with the tide, halts the melancholy.
To smile — it hurts my weary jaw.
Oh, don’t tell me not to look.

We go for our idea of fresh air,
Smoking area vibe, sit together
Watch clouds melt to sunrise.
You say don’t stare at the sun.
I laugh, “you’re no fun.”
You were right; salty tears
Are slinking down the shore.

I forgot my name,
Had conversations with myself.
Your sweaty palms
Told me it’ll be okay.

Slow crashes rinse it away,
Lose hold of the memory, the melody.

I know — I know.
I know my nose is bleeding.
Please wipe it with your sleeve.
I know — I know —
I know I talk too much.
Your sweaty palms told me it’ll be okay.
I know I talk too much.

Your sweaty palms said it’ll be okay.
Slow crashes rinse away the melancholy.
I lose hold of you, I lose the melody.

Sink into you, rest into you,
Rest my eyes inside your embrace.
Back on the floor, wrapped in the pulse —
Your sweaty palms tell me once more,
It’ll be okay.

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Source Material — afterglow (Songs of Fading Innocence and Experience, Newcastle University, 2015–2016)

Don’t turn away from me.
Silver strands tear apart
In the mellow wave.
Water drips
From stalactite fingers,
To fresh-lit pebbles.
Don’t let go,
I’ll slip too deep,
I’ll fall asleep,
Descend too far
Into the pores
Of your skin –
Rest my rolling eyes
Inside the epidermis.

Remember that –
Remember that crowd:
Coral reef crowd,
Exploding with colour.
Bright arms –
Like sea urchins.
Lasers partitioned smoke,
Building dimensions –
We walked in.
I had conversations
With myself.
I forgot my name,
You told me –
Your sweaty palms
Told me,
It’ll be okay.

Slow crashes
Rinse it away:
The memory.
It returns like the tide,
Halts the melancholy.
To smile – it hurts
My weary jaw.
Oh, don’t tell me
Not to look.
I have seen him
Turn blue,
Give birth
To his brothers,
Who dance around
Him in unison –
White orbs
Performing rituals.

Don’t say that,
Don’t say it will
Suck my soul
Right out.
I’m not sure
I feel any different.
You were right.
My retinas burn –
And my salty tears
Are slinking down
The salty shore.

I know, I know,
I know my nose
Is bleeding.
Please, wipe it
With your sleeve.
I know, I know,
I know I talk
Too much.

Palms (Club to Coast Rework)

[Intro]
Sometimes I’m wrong.

[Verse 1]
I weave silk curtains —
Screens that repel words
Panels of stubborn quiet,
Each fold another no.
Lines of advice trickle down
To the ground like rainfall 
Tapping windows at night, 
I close them tight, stay inside 
Decided I’m in the right,
And you’re in the wrong.

[Pre-Chorus]
I get an itch
When I hear the same thing,
Turn my ears to doors 
Padlock them shut,
Trip over my pride
As it slams in the face 
Of advice I should’ve taken.

[Chorus]
I turned it into a sport,
took night classes laying bricks,
Built walls to keep out words
That I didn’t want to hear 
Because then I’d have to accept it
One of my great fears, 
That you were right —
And I was wrong.

Sometimes I’m wrong—
sometimes, but only sometimes—
sometimes I’m wrong.
Too stubborn to admit,
but the truth now fits.
Hard to admit—I admit—
you were right.
Sometimes I’m wrong.

[Verse 2]
I built escape routes,
makeshift stairs to nowhere.
Skipped the notes, ignored the maps,
thinking I knew best.
Every turn away from you
A step in the wrong direction.

[Pre-Chorus]
That itch beneath the skin
when the same words come again,
as though I’d never heard.
My doors hold fast,
yet inside I know
your sense was sound
I needed to hear.

[Chorus]

I turned it into a sport,
took night classes laying bricks,
Built walls to keep out words
That I didn’t want to hear 
Because then I’d have to accept it
One of my great fears, 
That you were right —
And I was wrong.

Sometimes I’m wrong—
sometimes, but only sometimes—
sometimes I’m wrong.
Too stubborn to admit,
but the truth now fits.
Hard to admit—I admit—
you were right.
Sometimes I’m wrong.

[Bridge]
Essays take time; 
so do apologies.
I argued with silence,
then heard your truth.
Maybe the softest shield is simply saying—
 I was wrong,
and you were right.

[Final Chorus]
I turned it into a sport,
took night classes laying bricks,
Built walls to keep out words
That I didn’t want to hear 
Because then I’d have to accept it
One of my great fears, 
That you were right —
And I was wrong.

Sometimes I’m wrong—
sometimes, but only sometimes—
sometimes I’m wrong.
Too stubborn to admit,
but the truth now fits.
Hard to admit—I admit—
you were right.
Sometimes I’m wrong.

[Outro]
Sometimes I’m wrong…
sometimes. I’m sorry, 
I’m sorry, you were right 
And perhaps, maybe 
There’s a chance
That I was in the wrong.

I’ll let you say, I told you so — but 
Don’t be getting cocky now though,
I have my moments.

Sometimes, I'm wrong

[Intro]
Manchmal mach ich Fehler.

[Strophe 1]
Ich web Vorhänge aus Seide,
Schutz für mein stolzes Herz.
Sie dämpfen Stimmen, die mir widersprechen,
jede Falte ein stilles Nein.
Dein Rat fällt leiser wie Regen
auf mein verschlossenes Fenster.
Ich halte fest und denke:
Ich lieg richtig –
Und du daneben.

[Pre-Refrain]
Dann kribbelt’s unter der Haut.
Gleiche Sätze pochen an.
Ich mach die Ohren zu Türen,
Sperr sie fest mit Stolz,
stolper über mein Schweigen
und spür: dein Rat war klar.

[Refrain]
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
verlauf mich in meinem Stolz.
Ich will nicht hören, was stimmt,
doch du hattest recht.
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
und diesmal lag ich falsch.

[Strophe 2]
Ich suchte Auswege,
Treppen ins Nirgends.
Übersah die Zeichen,
warf die Karten weg,
sicher, ich wüsste es besser.
Jeder Schritt weg von dir
führte mich nur im Kreis.

[Pre-Refrain]
Dann kribbelt’s unter der Haut.
Gleiche Sätze pochen an.
Ich mach die Ohren zu Türen,
schließ sie fest mit Stolz,
stolper über mein Schweigen
und spür: dein Rat war klar.

[Refrain]
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
verlauf mich in meinem Stolz.
Ich will nicht hören, was stimmt,
doch du hattest recht.
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
und diesmal lag ich falsch.

[Bridge]
Entschuldigungen brauchen Zeit.
Ich stritt mit der Stille,
bis deine Wahrheit durchdrang.
Vielleicht ist das stärkste Schild
ein einfaches Wort:
Ich geb’s zu –
du hattest recht.
Es tut mir leid.

[Letzter Refrain]
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
verlauf mich in meinem Stolz.
Ich will nicht hören, was stimmt,
doch du hattest recht.
Manchmal mach ich Fehler,
und diesmal lag ich falsch.

[Outro]
Manchmal mach ich Fehler …
Es tut mir leid.
Vielleicht finden wir zurück,
neu und leicht, nur wir zwei.
Sag ruhig: „Hab ich’s dir gesagt.“
Aber nicht zu übermütig –
ich hab auch meine Momente.

Manchmal, mach ich Fehler

Originally written in 2019, you can find it on my blog callumchatsshit.wordpress.com. It's based the idea that there was originally one single continent, known as Pangea, and the desire to see someone again who is an ocean away can be mended by the reunion of all continents to Pangea. Of course, for the biosphere and culture, continents make the world special, it's a metaphor, obviously, Now, I'm overdoing it. 

[verse 1]
We were a continent, 
humming with life, 
but time fractured us 
and you drifted away,   
let people walk on terrain 
we used to share. 

 [prechorus]
I hope one day 
you come back to me, 
let our coastlines collide,
watch mountains rise,  

[chorus]
because I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
and I hate the waters that divide us, yeah,
I miss you, I miss you and I hate the waters
That divide us. 

[verse 2]
We were a continent, 
humming with life, 
but time fractured us 
and you drifted  away,   
let people walk on terrain 
we used to share. 

[chorus]
I hope one day you come back to me, 
let our coastlines collide 
watch mountains rise,  
because I miss you I miss you, I miss you

[final chorus]
And I hate the waters that divide us.
let our coastlines collide
watch mountains rise, 
I miss you, I miss you,
I miss you, and these waters…
Waters that divide us, let our coastlines
Collide, because I miss you,
Watch mountains rise, 
because I miss you

[outro]
And these waters, I miss you, I hate these waters
Waters that divide us, let our coastlines collide,
Watch them watch them rise, I miss you, watch 
Mountains rise

Pangea

Inspired by T.W. 

Originally from a poem that ended a short story written in 2015.

Unconditional

Lyrics, 2025 Callum James Conway

[Verse 1]  
This photograph is a monograph,  
Paraphrase my soul in a paragraph.  
Pick out weeds, the ones that grow deep,  
Hiding between words I never speak.

[Pre-Chorus]  
What I want to say—  
And what I let you see.  
The illusion I portray  
To keep them at bay. 
They’re carefully selected,  
So perfectly perfected.

[Chorus]  
I am perfect, I am everything,
Close the curtains.
I’m nothing, just a fragile dream.  
Unreal, surreal, unattainable,
I edit the parts that haunt me 
When I sleep.

[Verse 2]  
Like a butterfly I fake my flight,  
Leave the chrysalis bathed in light.  
I wait in the dark for my time to begin.
And emerge again  
As someone I’ve never been.

[Pre-Chorus]  
What I want to say,
And what I let you see.  
The illusion I portray  
To keep them at bay. 
They’re carefully selected,  
So perfectly perfected.

[Chorus]  
I am perfect, I am everything,
Close the curtains.
I’m nothing, just a fragile dream.  
Unreal, surreal, unattainable,
I edit the parts that haunt me  
When I sleep.

[Bridge]  
I emerge, I emerge,  
But I’m not who I was before.  
I emerge, I emerge,  
And I don’t know me anymore.

[Chorus]  
I am perfect, I am everything,
I close the curtains,  
I’m nothing, I’m a silhouette.  
Unreal, surreal, unattainable
I edit the parts that haunt me  
When I sleep.

[Final Chorus]
I am perfect, I am everything
I close the curtains,  
I’m nothing, I’m a silhouette.  
Unreal, surreal, unattainable
I edit the parts that haunt me  
When I sleep.
I forget the parts of me  
I haven’t met.

Originally, two poems called 'Selfies' and 'Instagram' from my 2016 Newcastle University portfolio, I combined these into lyrics using assistance on structure from OpenAI, which also was used to create the artwork along with Picsart. Suno (Pro) was used to generate the song with all creative direction and lyrics by me.

Original poem (1) 
2016 Callum James Conway:

This photograph is a monograph.
I paraphrase my social life 
into edible chunks 
and pick out the weeds that creep
between the words of an image,
what I want to say
and what I want people to see:
the illusion I portray,
the sound I emit at high frequency 
from an image, to keep them at bay,
carefully selected 
to placate the masses, 
friends 
and friends of friends 
and friends of friends of friends:
those who stalk in the early hours,
prowling social networks, scrolling 
into the distant realms 
of People You May Know 
and suggested Tweeters to follow.

Original poem (2)
2016 Callum James Conway:

Rose-tinted glasses no longer exist.
Valencia, Perpetua, Amaro, Inkwell:

Sunlit lives, through filters,
Sunlit lives, sent out to the world. 

My life was dull, so I raised the saturation, 
I have never seen flowers so bright. 

I have never seen my face so tan, 
I have never seen my skin so smooth,

The blemishes that form part of me, 
I fade them away, I trick myself. 

I leave the chrysalis, bright and shiny, 
Free of imperfections. I close the curtains

And sit in the dark until my time comes
Again, I emerge as someone else.

Chrysalis

Written by Callum James Conway. Music generated using Suno AI under license. Artwork created with OpenAI (ChatGPT & DALL·E), formatting and feedback assistance from OpenAI all rights held by the creator. Mastered using SoundCloud.

You (Are My Home)

[Intro]
"Mind the gap… between what you think… and what's true…"

[Verse 1]
A rat in a maze of human invention,
Every corridor carved with deliberate intention.
You call it "free will" when it follows your map —
But darling, that's choreography wearing a lab-coat cap.
Framed as "nature" when the author is you —
You're not Christ, for Christ's sake, mercy me, it's true.
Jesus wept — at the sight, I bet —
That poor little rat in the cage you kept.

[Pre-Chorus]
If you want to catch someone red-handed,
Tie them up, keep them stranded — shrink every choice
Down to one. Call it "fate" when they fall in line,
But sweet darling, that's design dressed up as divine.
You built the conditions, micromanaged their march;
Claim truth from the trap, hustled through your arch.

[Chorus]
It was rigged from the start, babe — every step, every part,
You call it "human nature" while you crafted the chart.
All your cause-and-effect, all your righteous design —
Fabricated fate that you sold as divine.
I won't dance in the cage you disguised as a choice;
You can't call it free will when it's written in your voice.

[Verse 2]
Trace each step like an archangel with a clipboard,
Polish the prophecy to make the numbers fit, lord.
Let a little gasp out when they land where you aimed,
Act surprised, chica — but you created the game.
Swear it's instinct, say it's written in blood,
With the script in your pocket… man, that's fucked.
Measure their heartbeat, pre-record every breath,
Then brag the stars aligned like some holy test.

[Bridge]
Maybe freedom isn't found in the cornfield
Grown from your stock, where you measure the yield.
Maybe truth isn't truth when it's proofread by you —
Every crystal ball shatters when puppets cut their strings.
Darling, sweetness… I hate to inform you:
You never controlled a thing.

[Final Chorus]
It was rigged from the start, babe — every step, every part,
You called it "human nature" while you crafted the chart.
All your cause-and-effect, all your righteous design —
Fabricated fate that you sold as divine.
I won't dance in the cage you disguised as a choice;
You can't call it free will when it's written in your voice.

[Outro]
And your prophecy breaks when I walk off your stage —
Look at me now, darling…
I'm rewriting the maze.

Rat Entrapment

A REWRITE OF ELLIPSIS, PART OF UPCOMING EXTENDED PLAY CHICAS

Please, Thanks

Schuss schuss, bitch

Telepathic (Album Version)

Left Unsaid (EP Version)

Last Train

Roots (EP Version)

Serotonin

[Verse 1]
Touch me like I’m new skin
Like it’s just begun
Blue light rolling past us
Like a film half-run

[Pre-Chorus – lift slightly]
We came from crossroads
From paths we didn’t choose
Thoughts pull us apart
 Pulling us back into the room

[Chorus – simple, repeatable]
Let’s go back
To square one
Leave the weight
Come undone

Touch me like I’m new skin
Like I’m new skin

[Verse 2 – slightly more rhythm]
Clear what we’ve been holding
Old weight in our hands
It only drags down
People trying to stand 

What can heal what hurt
Learn from what was done 
We’re trying to be lighter
In what we do

[Pre-Chorus 2 – emotional rise]
We came from crossroads
From versions we lost
We drift, then remember
What it’s worth, what it costs

[Chorus – softer first, then full]
Back to square one
Just us, begun
Touch me like I’m new skin
New skin

[Bridge – minimal, almost spoken]
We hold the pen
We rewrite the end
Into history’s bend
Belonging comes again

[Outro – fade, intimate]
A start without pause 
A promise we choose
Stories unfolding into
Into our patchwork
Stitch back into one

Touch me
Like I’m new skin
Yeah, touch me 
Touch me like I’m new skin

Square One

Square One (New Skin)

Halley's Commit

Orbs Per Minute (Album Rework Bonus Track)

Turning my poetry into music with Suno AI (Pro), all lyrics written by me with translation and line formatting assistance from OpenAI and Anthropic. Mastering from myself with assistance from Anthropic, LANDR, SoundCloud and Mixea )DistroKid= © 2012 - 2025 Callum James Conway

Vocals and musical production are under licence by Suno AI, if the vocals sound like you, drop me a message. I can remove it or maybe we can work together, if you like the lyrics 😊

Callum Conway

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