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SpaceSheep

New Wave, 1980s Synth. Jack and Belles romance ends. Will they ever see each other again? The snow falls and has no answer.

Ending Without Answer ⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆

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vì đám đông đéo tồn tại,
mày chẳng có fan nào đâu.
Đừng có ngồi ì ra mà làm gì đó đi.
Mày cần phải "selectaaa" một công việc mới,
Nghe nói Aldi đang tuyển đấy.

DJ Soundcloud! ⋆⋆✮♪♫🎧♫♪✮⋆⋆

[Verse 1]
Candleflame licks the shadows, it's 2423,
We summon a ghost from its papery tomb.
“Are you there,” we whisper— the planchette slides to 'yes'
the air turns to frost, you flicker, then appear.

[Refrain]
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol, de ra diddy da day

[Verse 2]
'Are my stories still printed?' you ask with a sigh,
We say yes, we still read you today,
Some by girls, some by boys, some by other, some by neither,
All equal in everyones eyes,

[Refrain]
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol, de ra diddy da day

[Chorus]
Oh, scribe of the shadows, here’s truth in the void:
You choked on your venom, but hope breathed alloyed.
Your sermons of malice? They crumbled, defied.
While the ones you called “cursed”… darling, we multiplied.

[Verse 3]
You shriek through the static: “But I built these tales!”
We laugh. “No—you burrowed in hearts that outgrew you.
Your coins? Melted down. Your rants? Fairy-tales
Told to scare kids who now know you're taboo.”

[Refrain]
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol, de ra diddy da day

[Bridge]
You're old hat, collecting dust on the stage
You couldn’t sort the brave souls who rewrote your page.
You’re a shrill ghost, a shadow trapped in the air,
While the future sings ballads to what's right and what's fair.

[Refrain]
“You swore we were nothing—how droll, how absurd—
You were the monster that we once feared:
Now your ilk’s just a punchline, whisp, a sigh…
But the Boy Who Lived? Love let him outlive your lie.”

[Refrain]
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol, de ra diddy da day

[Outro]
The séance dissolves. Your name’s smoke in our hands.
But the world kept your art—not the bile you once spammed.
Your ghost fades to rumour, to fable, to none…
The children you hated?
They won.
Oh,
They won.

[Refrain]
Fol de rol -
Fol de rol -

The Ghost Writer’s Seánce ⚯ ͛ ִ ࣪𖤐˚☽˚｡⋆

Retrobots Attack!
Retrobots Attack!
Laser zap and hack,
Retrobots attack!

Retrobots Attack! <|°_°|> <|°_°|> <|°_°|>

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 🪩🫧🍸🥂🫧✧˖°

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep

I Am In Need Of Music ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔📀♡⋆.˚

[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]
There’s a stereo on the moon,
Spinning records in the dusty dune.
The bassline hums, the craters swoon,
While Earth looks on, a blue balloon.

[Prechorus]
With a twist of the dial, we tune the stars,
A melody drifting to Venus and Mars.

[Chorus]
We built a spaceship, oh, a space-sheep,
Woolly and wild, in the cosmos it leaps.
Retro antennae spinning round,
Grooves in the vacuum, no sweeter sound.

[Verse 2]
We packed the vinyl, a cosmic stash,
Bossa beats and a synthy splash.
With Saturn’s rings, we’ll make a pass,
Dancing in orbits, no questions asked.

[Prechorus]
Jupiter calls with a trumpet flare,
We’ll jazz it up in that Jovian air.

[Chorus]
We built a spaceship, oh, a space-sheep,
Woolly and wild, in the cosmos it leaps.
Retro antennae spinning round,
Grooves in the vacuum, no sweeter sound.

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SpaceSheep

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