Murders, Romance, Beautiful Cowgirls, Handsome Cowboys, Wild Childhoods, and a Robot Cyborg Cowboy build for love by a mad Scientist called Dr Nova Kane…

Make Mine Country 𐚁 ⋆.ೃ࿔ ݁ ˖*

Dance, Clubs, Music, Emotion, Love, Regret.

Club Sandwich

Just chillin relaxin music for sitting in a purple haze and letting go.

Life's a Beach

#poetry #spokenword #melancholy #nature #solitude #longing #ScottishPoetry #sea #grayness #emotional #literary #deep #reflective #moody #artistic #verse #heartfelt #wisdom #mist #ocean #wanderlust #soulful #lyrical #contemplative #nostalgia

Sea Ghosts

AmbientPoetry DarkJazz HauntingVocals  
MinimalistMusic MedicalPoetry Dualism  
ExistentialAmbient BreathlessTextures  
InternalLandscape Frailty PoetrySoundtrack  
HuffmanPoetry StillnessMotif  
TruthAndLies SparseArrangement

In Sickness

Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version 🇨🇱

When life gives you lemons, skate away my friend, skate away.

Lemon Skate 🛹🍋

Oh, the sun kissed the waves on a Trinidad night,
When a wanderin’ soul met a vision of light.
Her skin like mahogany, hair like the tide,
She sang, “Sweet sailor, come walk by my side!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Verse 2]
Her laugh was a melody, sweet and low,
Like sugarcane whispers from long, long ago.
She danced ‘round him barefoot, her hips swayin’ slow,
Said, “The sea’s got a secret that only I know!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows, haunting steel drum echoes…]
The wind turned to whispers, the waves hummed her tune,
Her lips tasted sweet, like a salt-kissed lagoon.
She led him to waters where lanternfish glow—
Now that sailor man’s just a tale locals know…

[Verse 3]
[Rhythm picks up, urgent and bright…]
So if you’re down in Trinidad when the twilight grows thin,
And you hear a voice callin’ soft on the wind,
Cover your ears, boys, and quicken your feet—
That siren’s still singin’ where the coral reefs meet!

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, the moon’s her guitar!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, she’ll lure you far…
Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

⋆.ೃ࿔*Calypso⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

Beneath the wheaten waves, we make our home,  
Where golden stalks once whispered to the sky.  
Now thunder shakes the earth as steel beasts roam,  
To strip the fields their hunger to allay.  

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

They reap such wealth! A feast beyond our ken, 
While we, with crumbs, outlast the frost’s dagger sting.  
What gluttony demands vast tracts of grain?  
A single ear could birth a mouse’s spring!

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

Yet - still they carve the land with ravenous scythes,  
As if each kernel un-full-fills some endless void?  
If they but paused to spare what greed persuades,  
Their hands, like ours, might find a kinder mode!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, eehoo,
Yodel aye, yodel aye,
Yodel aye, yodel aye, 
Heehoo!

We nibble time; they feast on fleeting years—  
The earth grows thin, and fat with human fears.

Field Mouse Blues ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Through shadowed hills, a turquoise cry—
cerulean lights carve the veiled rye.
Siren-song splits the moon’s cold breast;
the fox halts, dew on trembling chest.

Owls muse, wings hushed in midnight’s keep,
Why rush so loud where sorrows sleep?
The doe, who slips through thorns unscarred,
flicks her ear—What grief storms so hard?

Stars, mute as seeds in furrows sown,
blink at the clamor earth has grown.
Yet wheels race where the quiet roots climb—
humans, burdened, bleed through time.
humans, burdened, bleed through time.

Ambulance Trance ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Break it down
Ectomycorrhizal extramatrical mycelium (Woo!)
Spinnin’ threads in the soil, a silent symposium!
Arbuscular fungi, they link root to earth,
Plants’ health on fire, nutrient rebirth!

Ectomycorrhizal extramatrical mycelium (Woo!)
Spinnin’ threads in the soil, a silent symposium!
Arbuscular fungi, they link root to earth,
Plants’ health on fire, nutrient rebirth!
Plants’ health on fire, nutrient rebirth!

Break it down

Ectomycorrhizal extramatrical mycelium (Woo!)
Spinnin’ threads in the soil, a silent symposium!
Arbuscular fungi, they link root to earth,
Plants’ health on fire, nutrient rebirth!

Break it down, enzymes on the scene,
Hyphae workin’ hard, polymers turnin’ clean!
Monomers in the flow—diffusion, active ride—
Mycelium’s the highway, nutrients collide!

Oh-oh-oh, underground connection!
Plants’ growth in motion, fungal intersection!
Oh-oh-oh, symbiotic nation!
Boost your roots, feed the soil, let the network thrive!

Fungi absorbs, two-stage flow—
Enzymes first, then let it go! (Hey!)

From the rhizosphere to the root’s front door,
Arbuscular mycelium’s servin’ more!
Nutrient intake, plants stand tall,
Fungi’s the DJ—spin that carbon wall!

Through the soil, the whispers grow…
“Facilitated diffusion, active transport—GO!”
Symbiosis in the beat, life’s retrofit,
Mycelium’s the rhythm—dance, don’t quit!

The network never dies, it multiplies,
The network never dies, it multiplies.
The network never dies, it multiplies.
The network never dies, it multiplies.

Fun Gal 𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, 
  The road is forlorn all day, 
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, 
  And the hoof-prints vanish away. 
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
  Expend their bloom in vain. 
Come over the hills and far with me, 
  And be my love in the rain. 

The birds have less to say for themselves 
  In the wood-world’s torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves, 
  Although they are no less there: 
All song of the woods is crushed like some 
  Wild, easily shattered rose. 
Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
  Where the boughs rain when it blows. 

There is the gale to urge behind 
  And bruit our singing down, 
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind 
  From which to gather your gown.    
What matter if we go clear to the west, 
  And come not through dry-shod? 
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast 
  The rain-fresh goldenrod. 

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells   
  But it seems like the sea’s return 
To the ancient lands where it left the shells 
  Before the age of the fern; 
And it seems like the time when after doubt 
  Our love came back amain.      
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout 
  And be my love in the rain.

Be My Love In The Rain: Cowgal ⋆.ೃ࿔ 𐚁 ⛈ ݁ ˖*༄

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done,
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
"That fellow's got to swing."

[CHORUS]
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
Some kill their love when they are young,
 And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
 Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
 The dead so soon grow cold.

[BRIDGE]
Some love too little, some too long,
 Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
 And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
 Yet each man does not die.

[VERSE]
He does not die a death of shame
 On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
 Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
 Into an empty place

[OUTRO]
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Oh yes, my son, 
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man
WITH A SWORD!

Reddin' Jail pt.1 - The Prisoner 𐚁𐂺⊹₊ ⋆

left foot right foot side with step dip it down low then pop your chest round and round shake your hips left foot right foot blow a kiss

People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about
Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way?
"Why are we here? Where are we going?"
It's time that we found out
we're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday

Life is just a bowl of cherries
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious
You work, you save, you worry so
But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go
So keep repeating it's the berries
You know, The strongest oak has gotta fall
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you've never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries
So live and laugh at it all

So live it,
love it,
wiggle your ears and think nothin' of it,
Can't do without it,
there's no two ways about it, 
you live and you laugh at it all!

Pop Your Cherry XCX  ˗ˏˋ 🍒 ˎˊ˗

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
It whispers through the willows,
And ripples fields of gold,
A secret only autumn knows,
A story never told.

[Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours, not mine.

[Verse 2]
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
It carries seeds to foreign shores,
And chases clouds away,
A nomad with no name or home,
Yet here it’ll always stay.

[Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours, not mine.

[Bridge]
Is it grief, or is it grace?
The chill that stings your face?
It howls like love we can’t erase,
Or time we can’t outrun.
It’s the breath of every storm,
The calm before the dawn,
A ghost that’s been here all along—
The wind and we are one.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, we feel it in our bones,
This force we cannot hold.
It moves the world unseen, alone—
The wind, it never shows.
It paints the sky with stormy sighs,
And bends the ancient pines.
Who has seen the wind?
Not yours…
(Not yours, not mine.)
Not mine.

[Outro]
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the world holds still and listens…
The wind is singing too.

Who Has Seen the Wind?  ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

It's on on friday night
I'm dancing in the club
even though you broke my heart,
It don't do me me no good,
to mope around home,
so I'm here on drink and drugs,
Crying in the club,
I just need some hugs.
hugs, hugs, hugs.

[BRIDGE]

If things don't get better, 
I'm gettin' wet and bitter, 
jus-jus-jus jumpin' off the bridge,
Into that final river,
that final river,
river, river, river river.crying

Hugs in the Club 🪩🫧🍸🥂🫧✧˖°

Here, above,
cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
and he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.
He does not see the moon; he observes only her vast properties,
feeling the queer light on his hands, neither warm nor cold,
of a temperature impossible to record in thermometers.

                     But when the Man-Moth
pays his rare, although occasional, visits to the surface,
the moon looks rather different to him. He emerges
from an opening under the edge of one of the sidewalks
and nervously begins to scale the faces of the buildings.
He thinks the moon is a small hole at the top of the sky,
proving the sky quite useless for protection.
He trembles, but must investigate as high as he can climb.

                     Up the façades,
his shadow dragging like a photographer’s cloth behind him
he climbs fearfully, thinking that this time he will manage
to push his small head through that round clean opening
and be forced through, as from a tube, in black scrolls on the light.
(Man, standing below him, has no such illusions.)
But what the Man-Moth fears most he must do, although
he fails, of course, and falls back scared but quite unhurt.

                     Then he returns
to the pale subways of cement he calls his home. He flits,
he flutters, and cannot get aboard the silent trains
fast enough to suit him. The doors close swiftly.
The Man-Moth always seats himself facing the wrong way
and the train starts at once at its full, terrible speed,
without a shift in gears or a gradation of any sort.
He cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards.

                     Each night he must
be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.
Just as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie
his rushing brain. He does not dare look out the window,
for the third rail, the unbroken draught of poison,
runs there beside him. He regards it as a disease
he has inherited the susceptibility to. He has to keep
his hands in his pockets, as others must wear mufflers.

                     If you catch him,
hold up a flashlight to his eye. It’s all dark pupil,
an entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens
as he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids
one tear, his only possession, like the bee’s sting, slips.
Slyly he palms it, and if you’re not paying attention
he’ll swallow it. However, if you watch, he’ll hand it over,
cool as from underground springs and pure enough to drink.

The Man Moth ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𓆦 ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[verse 1]
Space Brat, yeah, you’re so elite,
Bought your seat like a VIP suite.
Real astronauts? They risked their lives,
You took a luxury Disney park ride.
Did you climb Everest, or did the Sherpa carry you,
You were more like ballast and less like crew.

[verse 2]
A first for women? Cut the crap—
Valentina did it solo in Soviet scrap!
Back in the day, NASA actin’ a fool
‘Sally Ride, 100 tampons cool?’
‘For seven days? Nah, y’all trippin’ hard!’
and these the same dudes who mapped the stars?

[pre-chorus]
Makeup kits stacked, never touched,
While y’all still doubtin’ our clutch.
But Sally soared, earned her wings—
You? Brought a flower and sang."

[CHORUS]
READ THE ROOM, this is so cringe—
You’re not an astronaut, you’re rich and fringe!
READ THE ROOM, check your privilege—
You wore a jump suit, to show off your cleavage!

[verse 3]
Post your hashtags for the ‘Gram,
While Peggy Whitson’s vomiting in bags.
Space suit? Cute, but no mission patch—
Just a gold-plated leash from Jeff’s dispatch.
‘I’m inspiring girls!’ Oh, please sit—
Inspiration’s free, but your ticket? Six-digit.
11 minutes? Girl, that’s a three song play—
Try 675 days like Whitson’s resumé

[BRIDGE]
Wait—did y’all fake the hatch?
Opened from inside like a Birkin latch?
Pressurized? Nah, more like IKEA—
Baby, you're a firework, Space Brat, see ya!


[OUTRO] (Deadpan over elevator music)
"Congratulations on your suborbital high. Your ‘astronaut’ certificate has been printed… on cardstock. Please exit by the gift shop to your left."

Space Brat  🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

[Verse 1]
Gizmo lookin' happy
Running on the wall
Gettin' there fast
And Georgie gets a treat from Sophie
Who got better than me at skateboarding last week

[Pre-Chorus]
Headin' to Kite Beach
See my friends
The tide's right
It's the life

[Chorus]
And the people I meet
Are mellow
They're sweet

[Verse 2]
Drank an ice capuccino
Sun was hot
Breeze was cool
Swapped shades with Pedro
Got 'em from a dog trainer in a mini truck
He met a girl at a silent disco
He was like
"I gotta go"
Gave it to me on the low
And we watched him as he drove off slow
On his way to her
Oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Gizmo on the wall
He's loved by all
I stop and take it all in
Georgie kept smiling
And the sun kept shining
It's the life

[Chorus]
And the people I meet
Are mellow
They're sweet
The people I meet
Are mellow
They're sweet
They're sweet

Gizmo Lookin' Happy. ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა

I feel a troubling opacity in my brain,
Reality’s a smudge, a waterlogged refrain.
Language slips like sand through broken hands,
Meaning pools in puddles where nothing stands.

I look it up again—"illegible," does it mean
The letters bleed like rain on a dirty screen?
Hot dogs, hot yoga, Hamas in my head,
The posters whisper names of the nearly dead.

I’m losing it, I’m losing it,
The words dissolve like gasoline.
Pink foam bursts between the cracks,
A melted rainbow—fading fast.

The day after the world cracked in two,
My thoughts got stuck like chewed-up glue.
Jia Tolentino on the subway wall,
Or just the dates I can’t recall?

Foggy white drizzle, static in my veins,
Splintered wood and hollow frames.
If I could speak, would you even hear?
Or just the silence, sharp and clear?

I’m losing it, I’m losing it…
The words dissolve like gasoline…

I’m Losing It 🖕( •_• ) 🖕

The Bard Wanders ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[Verse]
It must be the blood of a thousand girls
Flowing in my veins
For I was once innocent
But now I've learned to love in vain

[Verse 2]
It must be the blood of a thousand girls
That keeps me from the sun
For once I was pure
But now my passion knows no bounds

[Chorus]
A vampire
I need your love
I need your love

[Bridge]
Love vampire
I need your love
I need your love
Love vampire
I need your love
I need your love

[Verse 3]
It must be the blood of a thousand girls
That has drained me of all shame
For once I was sweet
But now I call your name in vain

[Verse 4]
It must be the blood of a thousand girls
That keeps me from the sun
For once I was pure
But now my passion knows no bounds

Love Vampire, By Vampatrice

#CorporateSatire #AntiWorkAnthem #LatinRock #BossaNova #ProtestMusic #OfficeBlues #WorkplaceRevolution #GaslightingAtWork #SambaPunk #CorporateVampires #QuietQuitting #DanceOfTheDamned #BossBattles #SoulCrushingJobs #RebelRhythms #SatiricalMusic #WorkersAnthem #OfficeHorror

**Verse 1**  
Ohhh-oh, they call it “leadership,” but it’s just a disguise,  
A shadowboxin’ bully in a power-tie.  
You crunch the numbers, bleed into the grind,  
While they rewrite the rules, then rewind, rewind…  
“Why’s the project late?” Well, who switched the plan?  
Their amnesia’s a weapon, and you’re “the bad man.”  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “too emotional” (No!)  
When their conscience is optional (So low!),  
But the truth’s in the coffee-stained files,  
And the way their smile never reaches their eyes…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, dance on our backs,  
Samba of the soulless, clappin’ as we crack.  
Gaslight sambadrome, they’ll cha-cha-cha lies,  
But we’re countin’ the numbers, oh, to say our goodbyes!  
When that lottery hits, we’ll rhumba through the door,  
No more tango with tyrants—we’re dancin’ poor no more!  

**Verse 2**  
They’ll steal your hustle, then call you “too slow,”  
Take weekends in Cabo while you’re kneelin’ in snow.  
Your stress is their salsa, your tears the salt rim,  
They’re a carnival vampire—suckin’ dreams on a whim.  
But the drumbeat’s shifting, can you hear the low hum?  
The workers’ soft clapping’s a revolution’s drum…  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “not a team player” (Lie!)  
While they’re yacht-shoppin’ later (Goodbye!),  
But the office walls whisper their shame,  
And the janitors know every CEO’s dirty name…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, your rhythm’s offbeat,  
We’re the band playin’ hot in the soul-sucking heat!  
You can mambo your malice, twist truth into twirls,  
But we’ll samba to freedom—and bury your world!  
When those numbers align, oh, we’ll bossa nova away,  
No more blood for your bonfire—we’re fireflies at day!  

**Bridge**  
Imagine, imagine—no alarms, no demands,  
Just sun on our faces and saltwater hands.  
No more “urgent” emails at 2 a.m.,  
Just a beach where the waves shout, “Never trust them!”  
We’ll build a new rhythm where respect is the drum,  
And the only “deadline” is when the margaritas come…  

**Outro**  
Crappy bosses, your empire’s a bluff,  
We’re the samba they’ll never silence enough.  
So spin your sad stories, your trophies of greed,  
We’ll waltz into the future—where the wounded hearts lead!  
And if we win that jackpot? Honey, pass me my shoes—  
We’ll dance on their desks in a bossa nova news.

Bossa-No-No

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

In Paris With You by James Fenton

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

In Paris With You (His)

In Paris With You (The Lad)

In Paris (Cyberpunk)

"Me parle pas d’amour, j’en ai ma claque
Et j’chiale dès que j’ai bu deux trois verres.
J’suis un de tes blessés qui parle encore,
Un otage, un naufragé…
Mais j’suis à Paris avec toi.

Ouais, j’suis vénère d’m’être fait avoir,
Et j’en veux encore de toute cette merde.
Je l’avoue, j’suis en roue libre,
Et j’me fous de là où on va.
J’suis à Paris avec toi.

Ça te dérange si on zappe le Louvre,
Si on dit "merde" à Notre-Dame,
Si on ignore les Champs-Élysées
Pour rester dans ce crasseux

Vieux hôtel minable
À faire ci et ça
Avec qui, pour quoi,
À découvrir qui t’es,
À découvrir qui j’suis.

Me parle pas d’amour, parlons de Paris,
Le petit bout d’Paris qu’on voit d’ici.
Y’a cette fissure au plafond,
Les murs de l’hôtel qui s’pèlent…
Et j’suis à Paris avec toi.

Me parle pas d’amour, parlons de Paris.
J’suis à Paris dans tes moindres gestes,
Dans tes yeux, ta bouche,
J’suis à Paris… et plus bas si affinités.
J’te mets mal à l’aise ?
J’suis à Paris avec toi."

J’suis à Paris avec toi (Art Nouveau)

I'm In Paris With You (Acoustic)

Don’t talk to me of love (Ska)

In Paris With You by James Fenton
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

I'm in Paris Witchu (Rocksteady)

[Verse]
The clash of ash
The roar of the crowd
Seán and Tim standing tall and proud
Through mud and rain
Their courage won't fade
Heroes of the field
Legends are made

[Chorus]
Seán and Tim with hearts of fire
Lifting the game
Raising it higher
They run like the wind
They fight till the end
Two warriors united
The field they defend

[Verse 2]
Seán with his swing
A strike like thunder
Tim’s speed and skill
They leave them in wonder
The sliotar flies
The net it will shake
The dreams of a county
The glory they'll take

[Bridge]
Side by side
Through battles they soar
Every strike
Every point
They give even more
From the hills to the towns
Their names are sung
Two mighty hurlers
Forever young

[Chorus]
Seán and Tim with hearts of fire
Lifting the game
Raising it higher
They run like the wind
They fight till the end
Two warriors united
The field they defend

[Verse 3]
The final whistle
The crowd in a roar
Seán and Tim are heroes once more
Their jerseys worn
Their spirits unbowed
Legends in hurling
They’ve made us all proud

Seán and Tim (Epic Drama)

Based on Invictus
Poem by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Beyond the pain,
Beyond the doubt, 
Beyond the dark,
My light shines out,

I can only be free,
Because inside of me,
Is an unconquerable soul,
Indivisible and whole.

So don’t give me your shouts,
And your derision,
Your sneers and twisted face,
Because you have no vision,

Of a better world,
More beautiful than this,
That we will bring to be,
It is a certainty,
It is an inevitability 

We are captains of our souls

I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Unconquerable Soul

(Intro)
Yo, yo, step right up, don’t be suspicious,
I’m ’bout to drop some science—kinda testaceous!

(Verse 1)
I’m hard like a shell, yeah, I’m armored up,
Mollusk mode, never gon’ give it up!
Snails in the game? Nah, they movin’ slow,
I’m testaceous, baby—now you know!

Reddish-brown swag, like terracotta clay,
Unglazed and bold, I pop off all day!
Latin roots? Yeah, I’m testa-made,
Brick by brick, this rap gets laid!

(Chorus)
Testaceousness—yeah, that’s my flex,
Shell so tough, I deflect the hex!
Color like pots from ancient Rome,
Call me Testa-King, I built this throne!

(Verse 2)
Protozoan drip? You know it’s rare,
Micro-shell swag—scientific flair!
Earthenware tone, that’s my hue,
Red-brown rockstar, who knew?!

Step to me? Nah, you’ll crack like glaze,
I’m shelled-up, son—phase by phase!
Brick-house rhymes, yeah, I stack ’em tall,
Testaceous flow—I got it all!

(Bridge)
(Yeah, uh!)
From the dirt to the sea, I’m that hard dude,
Color of clay? Ain’t nothin’ new!
Latin roots in my DNA,
"Testa" means shell—now step away!

(Outro)
So next time you see a snail take flight,
Remember my name—Testa-King’s tight!
Red-brown shell? That’s testaceous,
Now bounce—this rap too precocious! 🐚🎤

(Mic drop… or should I say, shell drop?) 😎

Rappin' Turtle

I long to see the solan-goose
Wing over Ailsa crag
At dusk again—or Girvan gulls at dawn;
To see the osprey grayly glide
The winds of Kamasaig:
For grayness now my heart is set upon.
The grayness of sea-spaces where
There's loneliness alone,
Save for the wings that sweep it with unrest,
Save for the hunger-cries that sound
And die into a moan,
Save for the moaning hunger in my breast.
For grayness is the hue of all
In life that is not lies.
A thousand years of tears are in my heart;
And only in their mystery
Can I be truly wise:
From light and laughter follies only start.
I long to see the mists again
Above the tumbling tide
Of Ailsa, at the coming of the night.
There's weariness and emptiness
And soul unsatisfied
Forever in the places of delight

A Thousand Years Of Tears

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost I

Sea Ghost II

Sea Ghost III

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Adapted from the poem A Sea-Ghost by Cale Young Rice (https://allpoetry.com/A-Sea-Ghost)

Sea Ghost IV

Last night I slipt from the banks of dream
And swam in the currents of God,
On a tide where His fairies were at play,
Catching salt tears in their little white hands,
For human hearts;
And dancing, dancing, in gala bands,
On the currents of God;
And singing, singing:—
There is no wind blows here or spray—
Wind upon us!
Only the waters ripple away
Under our feet as we gather tears.
God has made mortals for the years,
Us for alway!
always alway ah ah
God has made mortals full of fears,
Fears for the night and fears for the day.
If they would free them of grief that sears,
If they would keep what love endears,
If they would lay no more lilies on biers—
Let them say!
For we are swift to enchant and tire
Time's will!
Our feet are wiser than all desire,
Our song is better than faith or fame;
To whom it is given no ill e'er came,
Who has it not grows chill!
Who has it not grows laggard and lame,
Nor knows that the world is a Minstrel's lyre,
Smitten and never still!...
Last night on the currents of God.

On The Currents Of God

[VERSE 1: LOVER] (charmed, offering a rose)
"A bloom for the bloom at the spice-merchant’s stall—
Though it’s frail next to you, and not half as tall."
(Beat. She eyes the rose, then him, wary but amused.)

[VERSE 2: BEAUTY] (teasing, plucking a petal)
"How sweet, sir—but see how this petal lets go?
Beauty’s the same: here today…
…then it goes." (She blows it away.)

[PRE-CHORUS: LOVER] (stepping closer)
"Then let’s speak of what doesn’t decay—
Like the way you just laughed when I tripped on the tray…
*Like the crinkle here—" (taps her nose) —when you’re fighting a smile.
Those won’t fade,
Not in a hundred years’ time."

[CHORUS: BOTH] (harmonizing as the market fades)
Oh, love, let the roses all wither in May—
Let the mirrors grow dusty, the silver betray.
You’ll still be my sunrise,
I’ll still be your storm…
Perfect’s the heart
That remembers your form.

[BRIDGE: BEAUTY] (soft, surrendering)
"What if my hair turns to moonlight?"
(LOVER, kissing her hand:) "I’ll love how it scatters the breeze."
"What if my hands forget their grace?"
(LOVER, spinning her:) "Mine will remember for these."

[FINAL CHORUS: BOTH] (running into a garden)
Now let the world call us fools in the dark—
Let them measure our love by the bloom, not the bark.
(They kiss; roses cascade.)
For roots grow deeper
Than petals show…
And this is the beauty
That no one can know.

A Bloom for A Bloom

[VERSE 1]
Beware the face too brightly spun,
The smile that steals the waking sun—
For beauty’s blade cuts swift and deep,
Where fools and saints alike will weep.
Oh, cursed gift! Oh, gilded chain!
To love her is to court your pain…

[CHORUS]
So let the roses choke with thorns,
Let every mirror crack with scorn!
Or else be doomed to chase the flame—
Her heart won’t love you
…just the same.

[VERSE 2]
(Enter the Lover, desperate, to the Shadows:)
"Then make her monstrous! Make her plain!
Let rot her cheek’s perfumed stain—
If ugliness could bind her tight,
I’d trade the moon for one foul night!"

[BRIDGE]
(The Shadows laugh, low and cruel:)
"We’ll twist the flesh… but not the rules—
For love that’s real won’t barter light,
Nor fear the dark…
…nor fear the sight."

[FINAL CHORUS]
So pray the stars forget your name,
Or love her true through blight or flame—
For hell or heaven, both agree:
The curse was never
…beauty’s plea.

Let The Rose Choke With Thorns

[Editors note. The original author did not complete this song, but we have reproduced it faithfully based on their written marginalia. ]

(A fiery, defiant aria with soaring highs and guttural lows—Beauty confronts the Devil in a storm-lit cathedral, her voice clashing with hellish whispers.)

[VERSE 1] (Beauty, trembling but resolute)
You took his soul on a technicality—
A "gift," you said, for my vanity.
Well, here’s my face, here’s my grace,
Rip them to ribbons, leave no trace…
But give him back his stolen breath,
Or I’ll undo your hell with death!

[CHORUS] (Orchestra swells; Devil laughs in counterpoint)
So strike your bargain, little queen—
My fires hunger, my teeth are keen!
What’s left to trade when love’s your price?
(Devil sneers:)
"Your… virtue?"
(Beauty, icy:)
"Try his vice."

[VERSE 2] (She steps forward, shedding jewels like shackles)
You want my tears? I’ve wept a sea.
You want my youth? It’s dust to me.
But he once swore—through rot or rue—
"I’d love you ugly."
…Prove you’re true.

[BRIDGE] (Devil’s voice slithers, then falters)
"What if I made him forget your name?"
(Beauty, smiling sharp as a blade:)
Then I’ll love him faceless, same as he claimed.
"What if he wakes and calls you ‘fright’?"
(She laughs:)
Then Hell’s outdone by mortal sight.

[FINAL CHORUS] (Triumphant, minor-to-major shift)
So take your contract, take your toll—
You lose. For love’s the greater hole.
Now burn his chains, and mark my blame:
I’ll walk in weeping…
…and leave in flame.

(The cathedral’s stained glass shatters—not from hellfire, but from her final note.)

Now a song were the lovers sing together and defeat the Devil because their souls are one and he can't take both.
SONG: "TWO SOULS, ONE FIRE"
(A soaring, battle-hymn duet—Beauty and Lover stand back-to-back as the Devil’s shadows writhe. Their voices weave into an unbreakable harmony, forcing Hell itself to recoil.)

[VERSE 1: LOVER] (defiant, gritty)
You whispered, "Take her face away—
I’ll love her truer in the gray."
Now here’s your flaw, your fatal cost:
You gambled Hell…
…and Love’s the ghost.

[VERSE 2: BEAUTY] (ferocious, lyrical)
You thought my curves held all my worth—
Then he loved Hell up from the earth!
So claw your contracts, gnash your lies…
Our love’s the wound
…that never dies.

[PRE-CHORUS: BOTH] (whispered, intense)
(Lover:) "One soul?"
(Beauty:) "Then make it two."
(Devil snarls:) "I OWN YOU—"
(Both, laughing:) "Oh, do you?"

[CHORUS: BOTH] (triumphant, harmonized)
Two souls,
One fire—
You’ll drown in what you can’t require.
Try to take him?
I’ll burn free.
Try to take me?
He walks with me.
(Devil shrieks as their joined hands ignite.)

[BRIDGE: DEVIL] (spitting, dissonant)
"Mortal fools! My chains are law!"
(Lover, grinning:) Then break them.
(Beauty, sweetly:) We just did.
(Their voices merge into a chord so pure, the ground cracks.)

[FINAL CHORUS: BOTH + ENSEMBLE] (ecstatic, gospel-tinged)
No grave,
No pyre—
Hell’s just love
That forgot its choir!
Dig your trenches,
Stack your shame…
We’ll be loving
Just. The. Same.

Dealing with the Devil (Unfinished)

[VERSE 1: YOUNG] (playful, breathless)
Your laugh was my first sacrament—
No stained glass shone as bright as it.
They say, "Wait for skies of gold,"
But you were warmth when we grew cold…

[VERSE 2: MIDDLE-AGED] (worn, wonder-filled)
Your wrinkles map the years we stole—
Each line a psalm, each scar a scroll.
They preach of pearly gates above…
Darling, I’ve known them.
They’re your love.

[CHORUS: BOTH] (harmonized, simple)
Heaven was you in candlelight,
Heaven was fighting side by side.
If God asked where my worship starts,
I’d point to where
…your pulse meets mine.

[BRIDGE: OLD] (fragile, unshaken)
(He, voice cracking:) "The priest says ‘eternity’s so long’…"
(She, smiling:) "It’s just a breath since our first song."
(Both, laughing:) "Angels? Oh, we’ve met a few—
They taught us chords…
…but you taught blues."

[FINAL CHORUS: GHOSTS] (floating, unresolved)
Now Heaven’s just our old front porch,
Your hand in mine, no need to talk.
The Devil grins—we grin back too…
We’ve had our Heaven.
It was you.

(The lights fade on two empty rocking chairs, still swaying.)

Heaven Was You (Beauty's version)

from Breaking Open by Muriel Rukayser

How we live:
I look into my face in the square glass.
Under it, a bright flow of cold water.
In the night
In the night
In the night

In the night,
In the night,
In the night

At once, a strong arrangement of presences:
I am holding a small glass under the little flow
at Fern Spring, among the western forest.
A cool flaw among the silence.
The taste of the waterfall.

The waterfall 
The waterfall
The waterfall

In the night
wandering room to room of this world I move by touch and then something says let the city pour the sleep of the beloved Let the night pour down all its meanings
Let the images pour the light is dreaming

The light is dreaming 
The light
Is dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
The light

In The Night

The Rest
By Jane Huffman

Still, I keep myself, I take
to bed. One lung is red. Cut red
flowers hung in pink water.

My other lung is out of  line.
From one lung, I tell the truth.
From the other lung, I lie.
Cut pink flowers hung in red water.

Like a pain, the truth is mine.
The lie is that today I want to die.
Cut red water hung in pink flowers.

The rest of it is stillness, rest.
A soft cough into a hard pan.
A hard cough into a soft plane.
Cut pink water hung in red flowers.

Pink Water

[spoken}
I do not like thee, Mister Eye

[Verse 1]
Your round and open eye,
it's dead and empty stare,
I'm slid in like a snack,
I try and grasp for air,
The sounds around begin,
A banging ring tattoo,
I lie still as a mouse in a field,
Under a vultures view.

[Chorus]
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thine beating stare,
Go! Go! Go!
No! No! No!

[Build]

[Build further]

[DROP]

I do not like thee, Mr Eye.

[Verse 2]
Spitting cold numbers,
Maths into my brain,
spikes of ice, truth so old,
but ever so, slightly, brightly, insane.
you are not my friend,
you are not a guy,
you buzz and buzz around me,
like a killer fly,

[Chorus]
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thine beating stare,
Go! Go! Go!
No! No! No!

[Bridge]
'Take your medicine' you say,
'this is good for you'
'it's for your benefit'
I know this isn't true,
your eye is to open and empty,
an iris just for pain,
so in I go, in i go, again, again again!

AAAFGHGHGH1

[Chorus]
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thee Mr Eye,
I do not like thee,
I do not like thine beating stare,
Go! Go! Go!
No! No! No!

[ENDS]




MRI VII

[CHORUS]
“Brave soul,” says the radio
“Beauty,” says the radio
“It had to be like this,” says the radio
“Difficult,” says the radio
“Now you’re 44 years old?” says the radio
“That’s right. 44 years old,” says the radio

[Verse 1]
It’s going to hurt
You know this
So you drink tea in the morning instead
of an entire carafe of coffee
Like a vampire, your skin cells burn
on their first sip of the sun
The ringing taste of green tea or whatever
the fuck kind of tea this is

[Verse 2]
Describe to me in detail this so-called purification ritual
I can’t
I’ve never done it before
My cells are exploding into a wasting lament
This is the last time you will ever write
yourself through this
On the other side of this swamp of dark water, a plane will crash
The lone survivor will speak on the radio
as you drive down Highway 27

[BRIDGE]
In the middle of Florida in the middle of the night after you
step off the plane you see the swamps morph
into the mountains of your childhood
They raise their heads like giants
The Sierras stare; do not go there

[CHORUS]
“Brave soul,” says the radio
“Beauty,” says the radio
“It had to be like this,” says the radio
“Difficult,” says the radio
“Now you’re 44 years old?” says the radio
“That’s right. 44 years old,” says the radio

Continue to drive through hornets and testicular small towns
Some flags raised
Some flags down
The god of the underworld has let you go from his hand
into the empire Floridian
He says you have a pure heart
so pure he cannot destroy it
Some people look pure but they are not

He says he cannot see you destroy yourself so he has let you go
and he will protect you with his anger and melancholy

It will hurt
You know this
It will hurt
You know this

[GUITAR SOLO]

All the substances have got to go
Substances don’t flow from your body
They leave with the violence
of an exorcism
Spicer says once a ghost leaves your body
it never returns

“Horrendous,” your sister texts
“I’ve been vomiting all night,” she texts
“Maybe it will be a Christmas baby,” you say
Something with no substance surrounds you

It will hurt
You know this

This Is Going To Hurt

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[verse]
You know what I mean?
No more hero’s any more?
Buffy was just fiction,
Wheadon is the vampire.


JK isn’t funny,
Would kill every tranny,
She wasn’t even Harry,
She is Voldemort 

And don’t even talk of Gaiman,
He sure is no Sandman,
No child or baby sitter,
Should sleep if he’s around.

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[bridge]
Yes, I know my fact from fiction,
My reality from diction
It is just I wanted something, more,
Than a squalid little life,
Be just a husband or a wife,
Be inspired, nothing more!

[verse]
So, No gurus, gods or preachers,
They just turn into… creatures,
My mirror shows my features,
Not a magic door,

And my wardrobe has no lions,
My rings have no magic,
But my thoughts are still my own.
I will make the real world better,
Just be a merry jester,
No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

This Isn't What I Wanted

Sanctuary

Power: Adaptive Forcefield Generation & Safe Haven Creation. Can generate impenetrable, dome-like barriers that adapt to threats (physical, energy, psychic). Can also create temporary, localized zones of absolute safety and peace ("Sanctuaries") where violence and harm are impossible.

Human Right: Right to Life, Liberty, and Security of Person / Right to Asylum.

Role: Protector & Defender. Focuses on shielding civilians, refugees, and the vulnerable from immediate physical harm. Creates literal safe spaces in conflict zones.


[Glacial synth pad swells]
[Metallic "ping" like frost forming on steel]
[Distant wind howls]
[Sub-bass pulse fades in — steady, protective]

(Verse 1)
Shadows gather like a blade
Sharp words cut the air
A breath held tight in the cold parade
Of hatred, raw and bare...
But in the dark, a soft command:
"This ends where I stand."
A silent light begins to bloom —
A fortress built by hand.

[Choir pad swells beneath vocals]
[Crystalline arpeggio ascends]

(Pre-Chorus)
Truth is glass upon the floor,
One kick from breaking clean...
But light can be so much more —
A wall. A shield. A dream.

[Pulse quickens: electronic snare clap x4]

(Chorus)
SANCTUARY!
Light as strong as steel
Holds back the night
With all that’s real…
SANCTUARY!
Truth as brittle as glass
But her calm endures
When storms amass…
No strike can shatter
The peace she weaves —
A silent savior
For those who bleed.

[Synth lead melody: mournful, heroic (minor key)]
[Gated reverb on drums — slow, monumental]

(Verse 2)
The frightened child, the hunted soul,
The voices choked by fear…
Her haven takes them, makes them whole,
Where violence disappears.
A dome of gold in frozen waste,
A promise softly spun:
"No harm will cross this sacred space —
Not while I stand as one."

[Arpeggiator accelerates — like falling snow]

(Pre-Chorus 2)
The world outside may crack and burn,
Lies like ice on stone…
But in her light, the lost return
To safety. Not alone.

(Chorus 2)
SANCTUARY!
Light as strong as steel
A fortress born
From what she feels…
SANCTUARY!
Truth as brittle as glass
But her will stands firm
Where shadows pass…
No lie can poison
The ground she keeps —
A vigil burning
While the world sleeps.

(Outro)
Let the blizzards rage…
Let the fragile break…
Her shield remains —
Unbowed. Awake.
[Final notes: A lone synth fades like a forcefield dissolving at dawn]

Sanctuary

Cypher

Noise. Noise. Noise.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
Breaking us apart.
Silencing our thought.

Static cages.
Echo chambers.
Drowning out the truth.
Stealing our own voice.

Walls of sound.
Walls of lies.
Crushing down the soul.
Keeping us afraid.

(Verse 2 - Spoken-sung, clearer, more accusatory rhythm)

They want silence.
Broken minds.
Confused and lost.
Afraid to speak.

Separate us.
Keep us small.
Alone and weak.
While they take all.

Take our data.
Take our rights.
Take our stories.
Take the light.

(Choral Buildup - Starts sparse, adds layers, voices harmonizing like a signal clearing)

But...
Together...
Strong.

(Beat)
Our voices...
Rise.

(Beat - sound of static clearing slightly)
Hear us now...
Free.

(Beat - stronger synth pulse)
A chorus...
Born.

WE WILL NOT BE IGNORED! (Sung powerfully, full harmony)

(Bridge - Call & Response, driving beat emerges)

(Call): Break the noise! (Response): BREAK IT!
(Call): Shatter lies! (Response): SHATTER!
(Call): Find the signal! (Response): FIND IT!
(Call): Make them hear! (Response): HEAR US!

(Call): Right to speak! (Response): OUR RIGHT!
(Call): Right to know! (Response): OUR TRUTH!
(Call): Right to breathe! (Response): OUR AIR!
(Call): Right to be! (Response): EVERYWHERE!

(Chorus - Full, powerful, anthem-like - the "positive energy presence" is the collective strength)

TOGETHER WE ARE STRONG!
OUR VOICES CLEAR THE STATIC!
A CHORUS OF THE FREE!
WE RISE ABOVE THE NOISE!

THE SIGNAL BREAKS THE CAGE! (Reference to Cipher's power enabling the chorus)
TRUTH TURNS EVERY PAGE!
WE WILL NOT BE IGNORED!
OUR UNIFIED ROAR! (Or: OUR FREEDOM'S SONG!)

(Outro - Fades with determined repetition, soundscape shifts to clearer tones, hopeful hum)

(Chanted fading):
Not silent. Not broken.
Not lost. Not taken.
Together. Stronger.
Signal rising.
Always rising...
(Faint, clear synth note sustains and fades - the persistent hum of resistance)

Cypher I

Soundscape: Starts with harsh static, distorted shouts, oppressive drone. Then, a single clear synth note cuts through, growing.)

(Verse 1 - Chanted, urgent, overlapping voices)

Noise. Noise. Noise.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
Breaking us apart.
Silencing our thought.

Static cages.
Echo chambers.
Drowning out the truth.
Stealing our own voice.

Walls of sound.
Walls of lies.
Crushing down the soul.
Keeping us afraid.

(Verse 2 - Spoken-sung, clearer, more accusatory rhythm)

They want silence.
Broken minds.
Confused and lost.
Afraid to speak.

Separate us.
Keep us small.
Alone and weak.
While they take all.

Take our data.
Take our rights.
Take our stories.
Take the light.

(Choral Buildup - Starts sparse, adds layers, voices harmonizing like a signal clearing)

But...
Together...
Strong.

(Beat)
Our voices...
Rise.

(Beat - sound of static clearing slightly)
Hear us now...
Free.

(Beat - stronger synth pulse)
A chorus...
Born.

WE WILL NOT BE IGNORED! (Sung powerfully, full harmony)

(Bridge - Call & Response, driving beat emerges)

(Call): Break the noise! (Response): BREAK IT!
(Call): Shatter lies! (Response): SHATTER!
(Call): Find the signal! (Response): FIND IT!
(Call): Make them hear! (Response): HEAR US!

(Call): Right to speak! (Response): OUR RIGHT!
(Call): Right to know! (Response): OUR TRUTH!
(Call): Right to breathe! (Response): OUR AIR!
(Call): Right to be! (Response): EVERYWHERE!

(Chorus - Full, powerful, anthem-like - the "positive energy presence" is the collective strength)

TOGETHER WE ARE STRONG!
OUR VOICES CLEAR THE STATIC!
A CHORUS OF THE FREE!
WE RISE ABOVE THE NOISE!

THE SIGNAL BREAKS THE CAGE! (Reference to Cipher's power enabling the chorus)
TRUTH TURNS EVERY PAGE!
WE WILL NOT BE IGNORED!
OUR UNIFIED ROAR! (Or: OUR FREEDOM'S SONG!)

(Outro - Fades with determined repetition, soundscape shifts to clearer tones, hopeful hum)

(Chanted fading):
Not silent. Not broken.
Not lost. Not taken.
Together. Stronger.
Signal rising.
Always rising...
(Faint, clear synth note sustains and fades - the persistent hum of resistance)



Signal to Noise

**(Verse 1 - Smooth, low vocals, effortless cool)**  
*Midnight concrete, heavy blows descend*  
*He takes the weight, lets the pressure bend*  
*Around his form, a calm, unyielding grace*  
*Oppression's force finds no purchase in this space*  
*He reads the room, the tension in the air*  
*A weary worker bowed by grim despair*  
*A touch, a glance – he shifts the balance low*  
*Where strength was sapped, a sudden current flows...*

**(Verse 2 - Slight percussion lift, sax weaves through)**  
*He feels the tremor in the factory floor*  
*The weight of ceilings on the insecure*  
*Absorbs the shake, the rumble, the decay*  
*Converts the crush to light another's way*  
*A handshake firm, a shoulder brushed with steel*  
*Dormant potential wakes, begins to heal*  
*The playing field, uneven, cold, and stark*  
*Grows warm beneath his redistributed spark...*

**(Chorus - Smoother, fuller, with lush harmonies & sax counterpoint)**  
**Upward... moving silent, smooth and deep**  
**Where heavy burdens lie, his promise keeps**  
**Absorb the blow, transform the strain**  
**Pour back the power like sweet summer rain**  
**Silk and steel, he levels the design**  
**Whispers momentum: *"This strength is thine..."***  
**Adequate living, a chance to stand and strive**  
**He makes the equal opportunity... alive.**

**(Sax Solo - Languid, melodic, effortlessly powerful. Brushed drums keep the cool pulse.)**


Silk & Steel

(Verse 1)
In all the mess, where truth gets lost,
A quiet cry, a promise crossed,
Like, seriously, no one's getting tossed.

(Verse 2)
The hidden hurts, they can't stay bossed,
We're here for vibes, no longer lost,
In all the mess, where truth gets lost.

(Verse 3)
For every voice that paid the cost,
We're sorting it, whatever the frost,
Like, seriously, no one's getting tossed.

(Verse 4)
Their pain ain't gonna be embossed,
A fix-up plan, no matter the cost,
In all the mess, where truth gets lost.

(Verse 5)
With every beat, a wave is tossed,
Our light's on show, no longer glossed,
Like, seriously, no one's getting tossed.

(Outro)
The truth's gonna hit, like it or not,
In all the mess, where truth gets lost,
Like, seriously, no one's getting tossed.
(Synth fades out, proper hopeful, you know?)


Verity

[Verse 1]
How'd you get so angry
We used to agree
Can you take me back there
We can find a common ground
And then we can be

[Chorus]
Mmm
Mmm
Mm
Mm
We can find a common ground
And then we can be

[Verse 2]
The louder you speak
The less I believe
Take me back to when we
We were closer than now
We can be
We can find a common ground

[Chorus]
Mmm
Mmm
Mm
Mm
We can find a common ground
And then we can be

Common Ground

This here's 'bout a superhero called Restore.

Power: Temporal Reversion & Memory Reconstruction. Can selectively "rewind" damage to objects like destroyed homes, polluted environments.

Or, or or, minor injuries on individuals. Can also help reconstruct fragmented memories e.g., of trauma survivors, victims of historical erasure and restore lost cultural artifacts or records.

[Chorus]
Human Right: Right to Reparation / Right to Participate in Cultural Life / Right to Education 
preserving history,
reserving history,
conserving history,
Then re serving history to the people.


Role: Rebuilder & Archivist. Focuses on repairing the damage after conflict or injustice, helping communities heal physically and culturally, and ensuring history and truth are preserved. Repairs the fabric of society.

Repairs the fabric of society.
Reweaves the fabric of society.
Restores the fabric of society.
Reconstructs the tattered and unwoven,

For everyone on this earth, for their short time, 
and as part of our global community,
just by virtue of being born and living,
has an inherent right that is not given nor can it be taken away.
To be free from slavery, free from tyranny, free to believe,
Free to speak out against injustice,
It is the law under the law, the universal truth of our lives. 
We must work together against the selfish and the weak,
with love and faith and confidence in these values we hold dear.
Without them, we cannot be free, we are not equal, we are not all entitled to be fed, housed, educated, loved in the manner we know for us is right. 

This must be protected because it can be taken away,
If we are separated and un-united,
by bitter, angry, small selfish men,
who think they are the law because of their egos,
their wealth, their power.
They are evil and they can be countered with love and togetherness. 

So, my brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children, we must restore,
remake,
reconstruct,
repair,
re-believe,
reunite

together,
to live
to love 
to share
together,
together
together.

Peace, out.

Restore

No.
No.
No.
No.

Make it go away
Make it go way, way away.

I don't want it, 
I don't want it,

[CHORUS]
The Lump
do-do-do
This lump
do-do-do

My lump I guess,
though I didn't want it,
now I'm stuck with it,
It's not going away

Make it go away
Make it go way, way AWAY!

I don't want it,  (she doesn't want it)
I don't want it, (he'll never flaunt it)

[CHORUS]
The Lump
do-do-do 
This lump
do-do-do

Hey! do-do-do-do
Hey! do-do-do-do
Hey! do-do-do-do
Yabba-dabba,
doo-be-doo
be-bop, diddle-e pop,
yabba dabba bump-bump
I got me a little lump lump

[Spoken]
Maybe it's benign,
But it's most certainly mine,
I just can't define,
what's it's doing to me.
It's really very small,
hardly there at all,
but at night, I hear it call,
doo-bee-doo-bee doo!

Make it go away
Make it go way, way away.

I don't want it, 
I don't want it,

[CHORUS]
The Lump
do-do-do
This lump
do-do-do

My lump I guess,
though I didn't want it,
now I'm stuck with it,
It's not going away

GO AWAY!!!!!!

The Lump

Godspeed of Light and Sound

The House on the Hill
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

They are all gone away,
The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.



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