Daily Drops

Tathāgata

This is what I took from spending Saturday morning with my mate Mac doing mushrooms together for the first time in 20 plus years 
This is a rough summary of our conversation and a rougher version of some bm chord thing he tried to show me

Lyrics
It’s probably twenty odd years 
Since I properly tried
To break the monopoly life’s
Had on my wobbly mind
It’s either frothy and trite
Or like the sloppiest shite
You’ve ever dropped late at night
I’d better stop or I might
Say too much
Not a chance in fuck

And I’m good at fuck all but it don’t matter you see 
Cos I’m the best in the world at writing songs about me
And I’m all that I know 
That’s the truth if we’re showing our cards

And I still dont fit in , don’t  know where to begin
If I believed in god I’d be drowning in sin
It’s just him and his kin , I find that shit a little too hard

And I’m disbarred from sensible conversation cos my tattoos spell my soul
So I discard my sensible reservations ,I’m a twat who’s hell is whole

And the flag shaggers cry that they got way more pride in this country than I’ll ever find 
And the left wingers scream that I’m spoiling their dream cos I choose to believe my own mind 
 But despite what the say I’ll row on my own way till they shoot me for leaving my lane
It’ll catch light one day even if we all pray
Cos there’s no-one to pray for today

So you see how I’ve done it again 
Though a chorus never was an aim
I was supposed to be singing to say
How much I like mushrooms

Guitar and words by me 
And I know I pronounce even as Ivan but you get the idea

How much I like mushrooms

A glen of whispers calls my name 
Mist rolls soft A lover's claim 
Your eyes A storm A wild refrain 

Shaken not stirred My heart it sways 
Like the heather in the highland haze 
Shaken not stirred Your love’s my blaze  

The loch reflects a silver moon 
A Highland tune It hums It croons 
Your touch A fire A sweet monsoon  

Ooh aye The world’s a dram to sip 
Your smile The glass I long to grip 
With every kiss My heart does flip  

Shaken not stirred My heart it sways 
Like the heather in the highland haze 
Shaken not stirred Your love’s my blaze  

Forever’s ceilidh We’ll twirl We’ll spin 
A love as bold as the Highland wind 
Shaken not stirred Let life begin

Sometimes Shaken. Never Stirred .mp3

⚠️ Warning: Listening to this track may cause intense daydreaming, sudden cravings for warm sunsets, and the irresistible urge to book a ticket online to Casablanca, in search of True Love, maybe just holidays.. Well.. Proceed with caution, heart stealing melodies and romantic vibes ahead. 💌✈️


Verse 1 
How we met in Casablanca
How did we meet in Casablanca?
The sun kissed our eyes, our spirits met
Fell in love in a city of whispers
Never want to live without you by my side

Pre-Chorus
Your scent, not Diptyque, Rose Roche, but your real scent
I can smell it from miles away
I know you’re near, your presence even makes the sun smile
Your eyes, I feel them even when you're not here
Every glance burns deep into my heart

Chorus
Oh, your touch, like fire grazing my skin
But I like it, never stop, let the heat begin
Your lips, God made you special
Casablanca, Casablanca, the city
Where our hearts became one, where I’m alive with you

Verse 2
Every street, every corner holds your memory
Your laughter echoes, your warmth surrounds me
The night falls, but your light won’t fade
Every moment with you, a love parade

Bridge 
I can feel you even from miles away
My heart beats with yours, your eyes scan my soul
Hold me close, let me never go
Casablanca, the city, where our love glows
Casablanca, our city

Outro
Never want to live without you
Your touch, your eyes, your scent, your fire
Casablanca, Casablanca
The city where my heart belongs


Credits
Performed by King Chico
Lead and Background Vocals: King Chico
Written & Composed by: King Chico
Produced by: King Chico Music
Published by: King Chico Universe © 2025

CasaBlanca

this is how it is 11.5.25

This song is a tribute to my hometown Copenhagen - a city bursting with life, energy, and spirit. It celebrates the freedom, beauty, and rhythm of urban life, where every street and skyline feels alive. This is where I belong - COPENHAGEN an amazing city🫶🫶

LYRIC

Intro
Yeah!
Copenhagen, turn it up tonight,
City’s breathing, streets are alive.

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Verse
Bikes are rolling by the sea,
Voices laughing wild and free.
Every corner, every street,
Feels like home beneath my feet.

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Pre-Chorus
From Nyhavn lights to the lakes so wide,
It’s the place where my soul can’t hide.

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Chorus
 Copenhagen! You’ve got me singing loud,
Every heartbeat lost inside your crowd.
Copenhagen! You’re my fire, my place,
Every moment wrapped in your embrace.

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Verse
Morning sun on painted walls,
Midnight laughter in the halls.
From the towers to the tide,
Love for you I can’t deny.

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Pre-Chorus
Every skyline, every streetlight glow,
Tells me this is the place I’ll go.

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Chorus
 Copenhagen! You’ve got me singing loud,
Every heartbeat lost inside your crowd.
Copenhagen! You’re my fire, my place,
Every moment wrapped in your embrace.

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Bridge
Drive me fast across the night,
Copenhagen feels so right.
Raise the sound, don’t let it fade,
Love for you I will never trade.

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Chorus
Copenhagen! You’ve got me singing loud,
Every heartbeat lost inside your crowd.
Copenhagen! You’re my fire, my place,
Every moment wrapped in your embrace.

Outro

Copenhagen

I make music because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.

this is how it is 11.5.25

Chris Bright