Old poems and songs given new life with musical magic

Poetry In Motion (﹙˓ ‍🎧 ˒﹚)

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 ⋆.ೃ࿔ ݁ ˖*

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.

Ah, Paris (Variations on a Poem by James Fenton)

Billionaire Break-up

Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version 🇨🇱

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

I go to a fair to buy better rags
And I have the gold in my hand,
The slender man stretches beside me,
And links his arm in mine. 
Soon after that I am tipsy,
I don't care if I'm worn and cold,
Gone is the gold and with it the memory
of seven months without a coat,
and winters crushing hold.

He's slim, dark and handsome,
cunning, well-read, and cool as the snow,
I groaned in pain and I sunk,
in a doorway so damp.
I'd go to Moher or Dún Briste,
and leap from the cliffs,
I can work for him no more,
If only I could be away one a day.

The Banshee Aibell met us,
On the way I needed to go;
She said if the slim black boy would comply
That a hundred men would lock him up in a tower.
The slender man spoke sharply to her,
He said that his friend would not abandon him,
That he walked Ireland through woods and fields
With his company of wastrels raggedly following him.

The Slender Man 🕴☾ ｡⋆ ⊹₊

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.

[CHORUS]
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.

[CHORUS]

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.

[CHORUS]

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

Come Away, O Human Child! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

A quiet road, a fading sun,
You walked alone, headphones on.
Then a harsh voice shot "Hey, Beautiful" then
“Fuck you, be GRATEFUL I said that!”
Their eyes were mean, words cut so deep,
You asked softly, “Why me?”
But the wind just whispered, “You’ll see...”
(Chorus)
Why me under this damaged sky?
Did my face show your lies?
Was there a clue I missed,
Or are your past pains haunting me?
I see the cracks, but they’re not mine—
Your anger started long before my time.
Now you stare at every sidewalk line,
“Was it my smile? My clothes? My mind?”
Mirrors warp what they can’t hide—
A stranger’s hate with no reason why.
You replay days in restless nights,
Hunting answers in streetlight glow.
But the truth won’t piece together—
Just echoes of “You’ll never win.”
(Chorus)
Why me under this watching moon?
Did I walk too quiet or hum your tune?
If I’d been quieter, smaller, meek—
Would your anger still find me?
I scan the stars—they stay silent—
Your battle was done before mine began.
(Bridge)
Maybe your heart’s a broken well,
Drowning in secrets you won’t tell.
My face just showed the pain you hide,
A flame for fires you couldn’t fight.
(Outro)
I’ll leave these words where shadows lie,
Let the ground hold what you deny.
No guilt to carry, no shame to claim—
Your storm isn’t mine to blame.
I’ll stand tall through the pain.

Why Me?  ⌑~♬♪܀⊹

Neither let us be 
slandered from our duty 
by false accusations against us, 
nor frightened from it 
by menaces
 ... of destruction nor of dungeons... 
to ourselves.

Let us have faith 
that right makes might, 
and in that faith,
 let us, to the end, 
dare to do our duty 
as we understand it.

Let US Have Faith  (﹙˓ ‍🎧 🎩 ˒﹚)

[VERSE]
Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;

[VERSE 2]
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent—
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it—

[PRE-CHORUS]
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.

[CHORUS]
Visible, invisible,
Jelly-Fish
Visible, invisible,
(It opens and
It closes;)
Mmmm
Visible, invisible,
Jelly-Fish
Visible, invisible,
(It opens and
It closes;)

[VERSE]
Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;

[CHORUS]
Visible, invisible,
Jelly-Fish
Visible, invisible,
(It opens and
It closes;)
Mmmm
Visible, invisible,
Jelly-Fish
Visible, invisible,
(It opens and
It closes;)

[END]

A Jelly-Fish ༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚.

[VERSE]
Like yonder swallow, I would soar away,
    Above the sea, far from this buzzing mart;
But how can I?      A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.

[CHORUS]
A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.
 A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.

Her honeyed tongue the one ; her eyes the other ;
    The third her lips ; and that completes her art.
No fruits from other gardens can I gather,
    For she has tied with golden threads my heart.

[CHORUS]
A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.
 A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.

[PRE CHORUS]
O, how I would asunder rend my chain,
    And from the tears and pangs of love depart ;
Ah, no!  ’tis better that I die in pain
    Than break the golden threads of my poor heart.

[CHORUS]
A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.
 A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.

[OUTRO]
Like yonder swallow, I would soar away,
    Above the sea, far from this buzzing mart ;
But how can I?      A cruel, little fay
    Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.

A Cruel Little Fey  ₊°༺ 𓍯𓍯𓍯-`♡´- ༻°₊

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 ⛈ ݁ ˖*༄

[VERSE]
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

[VERSE]
O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[CHORUS]
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no

[BRIDGE]
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

[PRE-CHORUS]
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

[CHORUS]
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

[CHORUS]
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no
No coward soul is mine
No no no no no no no

[OUTRO]

No Coward Soul Is Mine ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

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⊹₊ ⋆

Minnows by John Keats
How silent comes the water round that bend;
Not the minutest whisper does it send
To the o'erhanging sallows; blades of grass
Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass,--
Why, you might read two sonnets, ere they reach
To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach
A natural sermon o'er their pebbly beds;
Where swarms of minnows show their little heads,
Staying their wavy bodies 'gainst the streams,
To taste the luxury of sunny beams
Tempered with coolness. How they ever wrestle
With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle
Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand.
If you but scantily hold out the hand,
That very instant not one will remain;
But turn your eye, and they are there again.
The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses,
And cool themselves among the em'rald tresses;
The while they cool themselves, they freshness give.
And moisture, that the bowery green may live,

Minnows 𓆝 ⋆｡𓆝𖦹°‧🫧 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧🫧𓆝

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˗

Got your letter,
Why did it take so long?
You sound so kind and good in it, 
But don't you remember, 
How this all was for me?

I'm shaking, 
I'm weak,
I'm tired,
Feel bleak.

So you 'understand' how I feel?
Well that's not the same as feeling it. 
And if you did, you'd REALLY understand.

I'm SO GLAD,
You want to talk about it now,
After six months of nothing,
Except my anxiety.

I'm SO GLAD,
You know,
It was such an 'ordeal' for ME,
Your empathy is useless,
And just frustrates me.

I was scared,
at home,
Expecting the worst,
Alone
No breath,
afraid,

WHERE WERE YOU THEN?

I'm SO GLAD,
You want to talk about it now,
After six months of nothing,
Except my anxiety.

I'm SO GLAD,
You know,
It was such an 'ordeal' for ME,
Your empathy is useless,
And just frustrates me.

I'm SO GLAD,
You want to talk about it now,
After six months of nothing,
Except my anxiety.

I'm SO GLAD,
You know,
It was such an 'ordeal' for ME,
Your empathy is useless,
And just frustrates me.

It's over, 
I don't care now, 
your crocodile tears,
mean nothing,
just piss of,
Goodbye,
Don't care,
Can't lie, 

Goodbye,
Goodbye
Goodbye.

Crocodile Tears 𓆌 ᝰ.ᐟ. .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

I walked along the countryside
At eventide,
And everywhere
The road was fair
With moons of water here and there,
Into whose heart the grasses spied.
And suddenly upon them shone
The light of the City’s eye,
Reflected from a bulb on high.
Which made them and their shadow one,
Nay, made each moon
A mirror seem
To serve the dream
Of tender blades in bending grace a-swoon.

I walked into the night,
And every abode
Beyond the dark, deserted road
Was a prattle of light.
And I thought of the Eye Unseen
Which sheds its charitable sheen,
Not on our goal,
But on the by-ways of the Soul.

Eventide ⋆☁︎｡⋆｡ ☾ ｡⋆

Clouds - Anonymous
White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

White Sheep ִִֶֶָָ⋆｡˚  ࣪˖ ִֶָ  🐑 ⋆｡˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

I have thought so much about the girl
who gathered cow-dung in a wide, round basket
along the main road passing by our house
and the Radhavallabh temple in Maninagar.

I have thought so much about the way she
moved her hands and her waist
and the smell of cow-dung and road-dust and wet canna lilies,
the smell of monkey breath and freshly washed clothes
and the dust from crows’ wings which smells different –
and the dust from crows’ wings which smells different –

and again the smell of cow-dung as the girl scoops
it up, all these smells surrounding me separately
and simultaneously – I have thought so much
but have been unwilling to use her for a metaphor,
for a nice image – but most of all unwilling
to forget her or to explain to anyone the greatness
and the power glistening through her cheekbones
each time she found a particularly promising
mound of dung –

[instrumental verse]

I have thought so much about the girl
who gathered cow-dung in a wide, round basket
along the main road passing by our house
and the Radhavallabh temple in Maninagar.

I have thought so much about the way she
moved her hands and her waist
and the smell of cow-dung and road-dust and wet canna lilies,
the smell of monkey breath and freshly washed clothes
and the dust from crows’ wings which smells different –
and the dust from crows’ wings which smells different –

and again the smell of cow-dung as the girl scoops
it up, all these smells surrounding me separately
and simultaneously – I have thought so much
but have been unwilling to use her for a metaphor,
for a nice image – but most of all unwilling
to forget her or to explain to anyone the greatness
and the power glistening through her cheekbones
each time she found a particularly promising
mound of dung –

Muliebrity by Sujata Bhatt

Her Greatness 𓅀 💁🏻‍♀️ 💩 𓇢𓆸🐒 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･


[Verse]
Look at you,
sharp suit
bright eyes
fixed smile.
Gold frame glasses
leather bag
strutting walk
straight back

[Verse]
Never a doubt has clouded your face
Never a pain has cut you to the quick
Maybe daddy never loved you
Maybe mummy's love smothered you, 
But true pain, in your golden cage,
You never felt, never knew.

[Pre-chorus]
You look down on me,
Beneath you
A speck, a worm
You are so, so sure you will win
But there is one thing you don't know

[Chorus]
I've beat bigger than you,
I've beat the dark
I've beat fear
I've beat cold
I've beat hunger
I've beat nothing
I've beat death
I'm still here

[Verse]
You insulted me, I said nothing
You sneered, I smiled
You shouted, I stayed quiet
You were so sure, I felt doubt

[Verse]
You went to university,
While I wandered the streets
You were given everything,
While I fought with my fists to survive
So when you insulted me, 
I knew I would win
because...

[chorus]
I've beaten bigger than you,
I beat darkness
I beat fear
I beat cold
I beat hunger
I beat nothingness
I've beaten death

That's why
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here...

[Prer-Chorus]
I was ready, 
I was faster
I was sharper
I was smarter
I acted sooner
I fixed the game

[Verse]
I was twenty moves ahead of you
when you made your move 
it was then, only then
you finally, finally saw
I'd already won
I'd already won

[pre-chorus]
and you could not understand 
what I just knew

[chorus]
I've beaten bigger than you,
I beat darkness
I beat fear
I beat cold
I beat hunger
I beat nothingness
I've beaten death

I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here

And you're... GONE.


#IndieRock #PunkRock #AlternativeRock #DarkPop #PostPunk #UnderdogAnthem #SurvivalSong #RevengeTrack #DarkLyrics #BattleHymn #OvercomingStruggle #PowerfulVocals #DefiantMusic #VictorySong #Resilience #StorytellingLyrics #PsychologicalThrillerVibes #ClassWarfare #UnstoppableEnergy #NoMoreFear  

I've Beat Bigger Than You⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

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 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.


Oh, gather 'round the fire, lend an ear to me,
I’ll sing of brave young Honey, bold as she could be.
She walked the wild Ohio where the tall trees are a growin',
With a knife on her hip and a heart full of knowin'.

(Verse 2)
One autumn evening, cold and sharp as flint,
Crept a shadow through the pines, it's eyes yellow did glint,
Red the Bear stood tall, with claws like daggers bright,
growled, "Girl, you’re in my woods—best run or die tonight."

(Chorus)
Oh, Honey, clever Honey, don’t you tremble at his stare,
With a laugh and a promise, she outfoxed old Red the Bear!

(Verse 3)
Honey tipped her hat, said, "Now, Red, don’t be sore,
But these woods ain’t yours—they’re the wild’s, nothing more.
But I’ll make you a bargain, if you’ve got the nerve,
Beat me in a contest, and you I’ll ever serve"

(Verse 4)
Red, he grinned wide, said, "Girl, you’re playin’ bold,
But I’ll take your wager—name your stakes, I'm sold!"
Honey pointed yonder where the river split,
"See that honeycomb? Bet you can’t resist it."

(Verse 5)
"First one to the hive gets the sweet golden prize,
But if you lose, Red, you’ll shut your hungry eyes."
Red took off a-runnin’, shook the ground below,
But Honey just whistled—she’d sawn the branch slow.

(Chorus)
Oh, Honey, sly Honey, saw him falling swiftly down
With a crack and a splash, old Red did drown!

(Verse 6)
Now some say at midnight, if you’re quiet and still,
You can hear old Red’s growl up on Grizzly Hill.
But Honey just smiles, tends her bees with care,
"Never fight a monster, darlin’—outthink him fair."

(Outro)
So here’s to the lasses who walk with no fear,
With a mind sharp as lightning and a soul bright and clear.
Raise a glass to the wild, to the brave and the rare—
Here’s to clever Honey… and the fall of Red the Bear!

Honey and the Bear ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ ⋆˚🐝˖°

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 🪩🫧🍸🥂🫧✧˖°

Down, down, down,
Why am I so tired?
Down, down, down
Can’t do nothin’ if I tried

[verse]
Well, I’m up,
It’s morning,
Sitting slumped on the side of the bed,
Hunched, weary,
Feel like I carry round boulders in my head

[verse]
Pee and shower,
Hold up the wall,
Head hung down,
Water helps a bit,
Not yet falling down 

[chorus]
Down, down, down,
Why am I so tired?
Down, down, down
Can’t do nothin’ if I tried

[bridge]
Can’t sleep at night,
Can’t be awake by day
A twilight life,
No black or white just grey
I have to go, got things to do,
Feel flat, feel sad,
Feel old and overdue

[instrumental verse]

[key change]

[chorus]
Down, down, down,
Why am I so tired?
Down, down, down
Can’t do nothin’ if I tried

Sunshine,
Hello friend,
You warm my soul,
I can contend,
With all I see,
I’ll be ok,
Don’t let me down,
Don’t go away

Tired. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

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]
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]
Gum pop crack, I’m walking by the dairy
Phone in my hand, texting like it’s scary
Cart full of color, it’s a fruity parade
Grapes and berries stack like a lemonade cascade

[Chorus]
Lipgloss twinkle, in the mirror aisle sway
Granola crunch dreams with bananas on the way
Shopping list flipping, pink pen in a whirl
I’m the chatty bubble-popping Valley Girl

[Verse 2]
Headphones bump, soundtrack to my stride
Boombox buzz while I chew and I glide
Bananas golden, oh, they call my name
Granola hugs ‘em tight, it’s a snack hall of fame

[Bridge]
Chirp my friend, emojis they fly
Rainbow fruit vibes as the hours go by
TikTok moves in the produce lane
Grapes in the cart, this girl’s insane

[Chorus]
Lipgloss twinkle, in the mirror aisle sway
Granola crunch dreams with bananas on the way
Shopping list flipping, pink pen in a whirl
I’m the chatty bubble-popping Valley Girl

[Verse 3]
Checkout line snapping gum, my flow
Bagging my goodies, on V-Girl show
Posing with a pineapple for Insta’s delight
Berry-kissed cheeks, shining super bright

Sparkly Orchestra ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

[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

Europe
The world
We all bleed one blood
We all bleed one blood
Some are positive
Some are negative
Some are positive
Some are negative

[Chorus]
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one

[Verse 2]
We're Type O
Universal donor
Universal donor
Universal donor
Universal donor

[Chorus]
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one

[Verse 3]
Europe
The world
We all bleed one blood
We all bleed one blood
Some are positive
Some are negative
Some are positive
Some are negative

[Chorus]
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one
We're all one

One Blood, By Type Oh

[Verse 1]
I got a little dolly and I dress him in red
He looks so fine from his feet to his head
Got a nice blue jacket and his pants are white
Gonna love him every day and night

[Chorus]
I got a little dolly and I dress him in blue
He got no reason to be sad or feelin' blue
Got a nice blue jacket and his pants are white
Gonna love him every day and night

[Verse 2]
He says
"I don't wanna be a soldier
I don't wanna go to war
I'd rather stay at home
Around the home all day
In my little dolly's uniform"

[Verse 3]
My dolly don't wanna be a soldier
My dolly don't wanna go to war
My dolly just wanna be loved
My dolly don't wanna be a soldier

[Verse 4]
And I don't wanna be a soldier
I don't wanna go to war
I'd rather be a singer
And sing all day
To all my friends
And never be poor

[Verse 5]
My dolly don't wanna be a soldier
My dolly don't wanna go to war
My dolly just wanna be loved
My dolly don't wanna be a soldier

My Dolly, By Dali Parton

Sun’s creepin’ over the ridge, coffee’s hot, gotta switch the fridge,  
Tractor’s hummin’, kick the dust, rusty blade’s got a need for rust.  
Got a field stretched out like a golden sea,  
Ain’t no sweeter sight for a boy like me.  

Hay! Rollin’ down the highway,  
Sun high, back wide, chasin’ that blue sky.  
Hay! Sweat shines like diamonds,  
Stackin’ up the good life, one bale at a time!  

Clouds dance polka in the noon heat,  
Daddy’s laughin’, Momma’s got the sweet tea.  
Neighbors wave from a pickup lane,  
Ain’t no strangers when the hay’s in the frame!  

**Chorus:**  
Hay! Rollin’ down the highway,  
Sun high, back wide, chasin’ that blue sky.  
Hay! Sweat shines like diamonds,  
Stackin’ up the good life, one bale at a time!  

When that sunset paints the barn red,  
We’ll hitch a ride home, dirt-road led.  
Fiddle tune, ice-cold beer,  
Bonfire dancin’—year after year!  

Hay! Rollin’ down the highway,  
Sun high, back wide, chasin’ that blue sky.  
Hay! Sweat shines like diamonds,  
Stackin’ up the good life, one bale at a time!  

Hey now, hay now—ain’t no tomorrow we can’t plow!  
Hey now, hay now…  

Hay! (Harper's Version) 𓇢𓆸

#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

The Moon's red as wine, pickups in a line, 
Somebody bit my side ‘neath the 'God Bless America' sign. 
Now my cornbread tastes bland, got a hunger I can’t stand— 
Traded *grains* for *brains* in this red-white-and-blue wasteland.
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Oh, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.
**Verse 2:** 
I used to pray in a pew, now I grab on heads and chew
With a "Don’t Tread on Me" sticker and a rebel flag tattoo. 
They said, "Trust the Good Lord’s plan!"—well, He led me to demand
the pink, gooy content of the skull of every man!
We’ll bite every uncle, cousin, and preacher, 
Turn Sunday service into a flesh-eater’s feature. 
But when the whole world’s a clone of my pickup truck creed, 
Who’s left to devour? Just dust, diesel, and need…
**Chorus:** 
I crave the craniums of the unvaxxed and rural, 
Flatbed drivers chugin’ cheap beer, chewin' straws. 
Only want them Christian cerebellums, pale and humble, 
‘Fore we chew through the last MAGA hat with our jaws! 
Yeah, it’s *brains over grains* in this holy zombie nation, 
Convertin’ y’all ‘til there’s no one left to save. 
We’ll build a New South Heaven on Ford F-150 salvation— 
Then starve in the dark ‘cause we ate the buffet.

So if you’re sippin’ suds in your John Deere cap, 
Better check your six when the Walmart lights snap. 
‘Cause we’re comin’ for kinfolk who “trust their own blood,” 
And the last brain left’s in aisle five… *next to the ammo and Bud.*

Brains Over Grains 🧟 🌾 🛻🧠

[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 (His)

In Paris With You (and all that Jazz)

In Paris With You (Do-Wop)

"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)

Me parle pas d’amour (Mambo)

I'm In Paris With You (In 1960)

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 Wit Chu (Rocksteady)

I'm in Paris With You (Ska and Pop)

Based on Cinders - Roger McGough

Verse 1
After the pantomime, carrying you back to the car
On the coldest night of the year
My coat, black leather, cracking in the wind.

Verse 2
Through the darkness we are guided by a star
It is the one the Good Fairy gave you
You clutch it tightly, your magic wand.

CHORUS
O little spark, O fading light,
How quickly the clock eats the night.
Your wand may break, your star may fall—
But I’ll catch you, I’ll catch you through it all.

Verse 3
And I clutch you tightly for fear you blow away
For fear you grow up too soon and – suddenly,
I almost slip, so take it steady down the hill.

Verse 4
Hunched against the wind and hobbling
I could be mistaken for your grandfather
And sensing this, I hold you tighter still.

BRIDGE
The car seat’s straps tangle like years,
Like promises I’ll never keep.
The witching hour hums in my ears—
You’re already asleep.

Verse 5
Knowing that I will never see you dressed for the Ball
Be on hand to warn you against Prince Charmings
And the happy ever afters of pantomime.

CHORUS (reprise)
O little spark, O fading light,
How quickly the clock eats the night.
Your wand may break, your star may fall—
But I’ll catch you, I’ll catch you through it all.

Outro
Waiting in the wings, the witching hour.
Already the car is changing. Smells sweet
Of ripening seed. We must go. We must go.

Cinders

[Verse 1]
She likes the waves
I like the beach
She likes the chase
And she gets the treats

[Verse 2]
The more I think about it
The more I start to wonder
The more I wonder 'bout it
The more I start to ponder

[Chorus]
Girl dog
You're makin' me think things
And I've got that special feelin'
In my little winkie

[Verse 3]
She likes to fetch
She'll dig a hole
She doesn't have a care
She doesn't have a bone

[Verse 4]
The more I think about it
The more I start to wonder
The more I wonder 'bout it
The more I start to ponder

[Chorus]
Girl dog
You're makin' me think things
And I've got that special feelin'
In my little winkie

Gizmo's Special Feeling

[Verse]
Hey girl on the beach
Your hair in the breeze
You're staring at me
The feeling is deep
Come a little closer
I got something to show you

[Chorus]
I got a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie

[Verse]
Summer in heat
You got my attention
Every time you look at me
It's a natural reaction
I can't stop it
You make me wanna drop it

[Chorus]
I got a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie

[Bridge]
You get me excited
I can't help it
And when I see you
I just can't fight it
I'm gonna keep it a secret
Oh please
Don't tell no one

[Chorus]
I got a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie
Just a little Gizmo in my winkie

Gizmo's Smooth Style

Gizmo In My Winkie

I look at your name on my mobile,
Will and wish you to text.
But you're not there—after your "little scare,"
The hospital won’t let you have your phone.

So I wait and wait and try to do
The normal day-to-day things:
Answer this, log on to that,
Walk the dog, feed the cat.

Wait, you’re still here,
But nowhere I can see you.
And I miss you—God, I miss you so.
Why could you not tell me?
Why could you not trust me?
Was that the only way out for you?

And the clock ticks on,
Its deadening beat.
You’re not here—I miss your feet
Running down the stair,
Laugh echoing in the air.
You’re not there.

I stare at a mug of tea at the table,
It could scald me, I know, but I’d feel no pain.
Don’t go, don’t go—please don’t go.
I want to see you again.

Then I hear from a friend, "You’re OK!"
You text them to moan about the food.
I’ve heard nothing though…
But still, I can breathe again.
(Because you breathe again.)

And the clock ticks on,
Its deafening beat.
You’re not here—but I see your feet
Running down the stair,
Laugh echoing in the air.
You’re here, you’re there—you’re everywhere.

The walls don’t shake like they did before,
The silence hums, not screams anymore.
I save your voice in the cracks of the floor,
Where you stood, where you’re standing—
Where you’ll stand again.

You’re OK.
You’re OK.
We’re OK.

You Breathe Again

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro 
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Taylor's Version)

You bought a blue bird, painted it red,
Told me, “Partner, we’ll own the news!”
But then you posted my rockets as “led by a fool,”
And tweeted my stocks into blues...
I built a Cybertruck, you built a wall,
We both loved billion-dollar applause,
‘Til you called me “Bullshit Artist” on Truth Social,
Now I’m blocking you out of my apps.

Ooh, we could’ve been kings of the meme wars,
But your caps lock feels like a chore...
And I’ve got more rockets to launch,
But you? You’re still yelling “WITCH HUNT!”

It’s the end of a era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in 2016, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with egos this large,
But your gold toilets can’t fix what we are!
So take your red hat and your Diet Coke stash,
I’ll keep my dogecoin and all of my cash...
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like a tweet you can’t delete now!

“Elon! Sad! Overrated! Very low IQ!
Uninvited him to X HQ—
He said my NFTs were a scam! (Total lie!)
And his hair plugs? Worse than mine!
I’ve got binders full of better tech bros,
Kanye answers every one of my calls...
Elon’s just jealous ‘cause my Truth Social’s bigly!
(Sung:) Bigly! Bigly! BIGLY!

Ooh, you say you’re still “winning” the game,
But your net worth’s a meme, just the same...
My satellites map your resorts,
While you sue kids for posting reports.

It’s the end of an era, Donnie, bye-bye!
You’re stuck in deposition lines, and Mars is too high.
You’d think we’d be twins with grifts this insane,
But your truth is like SPAC stock: all loss, no gain!
So keep your “free press” and your stolen art,
I’ll trademark this breakup and sell it as NFTs—
This flame’s burnin’ out,
Like your Fox News primetime slot!

Remember Florida? You bragged ‘bout your breeze...
I sent a Cybertruck— it sank in the seas.
You promised a “league” where we’d own all the speech,
*Now you’re rage-quoting bots at 3 AM...*
I’d say “I miss us,” but—
Nah. I bought Twitter to block you instead.

Outro
SpaceX to Mar-a-Lago... we crashed.
*YOU’RE FIRED! 🚀💥 *

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Elon's Version)

Elon and Don Break-up Song (Donnie's Version)

Cú Ste crafts audio canvases where AI meets digital and analog rhythms, blurring the lines between dancefloor energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Skate Away"—their music feels like a journey from country to city, from self to others, across every genre in the record store.

Drawing from global influences and a DIY ethos, Cu.Ste’s work has been described as "a sonic collage of the future-past", resonating with fans of avant-garde electronica and groove-driven experimentation. Their 2025 album "Somewhere in Texas" explores themes of displacement and nostalgia, packaged in beats that defy genre conventions.

Cú Ste

Pinned to spotlight

Popular tracks