Just chill.
Just chill.

Slow roll, I move slow
Pocket compass, follow the glow
Smile steady, pick my side
Easy pace, let good vibes ride
I write my lines, keep it clean
Quiet wins, cool and lean

Just chill, just chill
I do me, that’s the thrill
Just chill, just chill
Keep it light, keep it real
Quick slice
Quick slice

Morning light, steam on glass
Small yeses, let the big things pass
Skip the noise, choose a clearer view
Trade the rush for something true, perhaps even new.. hmm
I write my lines, keep it clean
Quiet wins, cool and lean.

Just chill, just chill
I do me, that’s the thrill
Just chill, just chill
I move how I feel, that's real

"Less noise, more room.", intimate, brief
Just chill, just chill, keep it low, keep it real
Just chill, just chill, I pick my deal.

I slide in low, cadence like a tide shift,
Wordplay sharp, every bar a light lift.
No rush, parachute on every punchline,
Counting calm wins while I stack sunshine.
City lights blink, but my mind stays mellow,
Mapped the map, now I'm steering my own cello.
Flow cut clean, like a blade on a beat,
Hustle undercover, heart steady, no heat.

Just chill.
Chill.
Can we just chill?
Chill.

Can we just chill?

Just chill

The Life of a Showgirl

Opalite

EVERYONE'S A STAR!

Everyone’s A Star!

Deep and meaningful words, lived stories and painful scenes

I'm in a mess

Christmas Now

5 - Vermin

SugarSynth: "Some days the world moves too fast. Some days we move off-beat on purpose. And when we can’t help it, we just control what we can. That's the best we can do."
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brain’s buffering again.
beep boop

I stare at the waveform till it stares back,
cursor blinking on the channels
every thought’s a halfmade song,
emotions stuck at 99%.
glitch breath, frame skip,
cursor drip.
nothing moves but I still trip.

input lag in my own head.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
thinking in packet loss,
heart sync off.
static bloom, no drop.

input lag in my own head.
no reset, no regret.
input lag in my own head.
the beat forgets, I don’t forget.

they say the frame skips, but we all know that blur.
we’re moving at odd tempos, but the rhythm still stirs.
some of us flicker, some of us freeze,
but there’s music in the gaps and the space in between.
they wanted clear lines, but we’re here for the haze,
for the hearts out of sync in a hundred soft ways.
this ain’t malfunction, it’s motion in disguise.
we don’t need repair, just room to rise.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
input lag in your own head.
this high ping, this low refresh.
the beat forgets, we don’t forget.

I don’t forget.
I don’t forget.

What if the stumble is where the meaning starts?
What if the pause is just us healing broken parts?
They call it flawed, we just call it pace.
Finding our own rhythm in this world of haste.

tempo fades.
glow stays.
this lag is in my head.
no reset, no regret.
the beat forgets.
I don’t forget.

Input lag

SugarSynth: "Even when I feel down, i'm going to show up and make things, doesn't matter what's carved in my bones. It's what I love to do."
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Carved in the bone, 
a bit wired wrong. 
They said to wait it out, 
but... I’ve waited too long. Yeah.
I don't bend, I don't slow. 
Time standing still, I’m always ready to go. 

Alive in the dark,
stubborn little spark.
Caught in the cold,
but the beat stays in my blood,
won’t fold, won’t flood
so I hold right here
when they ask you "why"?

It's all carved
It's all carved
It's all carved

Running on grit and a lithium kiss,
Rewrite the code you swore I’d never fix.
I reboot sideways, tighten the fist,
Still here, still loud, and I still persist.

Yea.
It ain’t logic,
it’s just blood and noise.
This iron heart,
isn’t one of your toys.
I tear the script up,
I break through the wall,
I shake the earth
and I stand tall.
See these bruises?
They prove I’m real
Ha!
not a machine,
just the power I feel.
Chaotic, organic,
out of control.
You mapped the brain,
but you missed the soul.

Running on spite and a hazardous kiss, 
I crash the code you swore didn’t exist. 
I reboot sideways. You couldn't insist.
A violent current, I can resist.
Now give me a kiss.

Disconnect. Reconnect.
Wired wrong. Amplify. 
Watch the waves reach the sky. 
Seek a logic? it's all neurologic. 
Turn all my memory into light.
Turning all my memory into.
All my memory..

It's all carved in the bone
it's all carved
yeah wired wrong
it's all carved
It's all carved
It's all carved

I’m a system reborn,
still burning in the dark.
I catch a spark,
and turn it into something real.
It's carved in my bones.
Wrong in many ways.
but it still feels like home.

Wait.
Am I rising from the deep?
God, I hope to wake up
Because I’m done with the sleep.

Bone carved

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I make songs for my own enjoyment. Normally takes about 3 hours from start to finish.  Create, record and then do a quick mix.  I share them on Soundcloud with the hope that they might bring a bit of enjoyment for a few seconds to some folks out there.

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Christina

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