Don't Care

Fuzziekiss & THEHOMEBOIII - Don't Care

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eyes open before i go (prod.shadow)

The air hums low with whispers of thought,
A canvas stretched, her brushlines caught.
The café buzzes, but she’s somewhere far,
Lost in a world where symbols are stars.

"What stories linger in the curve of her hand?
What secrets unfold in the lines she’s planned?"

Her brush moves slow, like a dancer’s grace,
Tracing a serpent with a human face.
The sun and moon, a union bold,
Bound by chains of silver and gold.

"What does it mean, the dragon’s tongue?
The wheel that turns where the stars are hung?"

"It’s the circle of time, the world own game,
The search for truth, for a hidden flame."

Through the twelve gates, where the riddles gleam,
A sacred path, a golden dream.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfect meanes unfold.

The colors shift as the story grows,
A phoenix rises where the poppy blows.
She tilts her head, the brush held tight,
"It’s the ashes reborn in the fire’s light."

"And what of the stone, the one they seek?
Does it live in this scroll, in words they speak?"

"The stone’s not found in the gold they crave,
It’s the heart that loves, the soul that’s brave."

Through the twelve gates, where the symbols play,
A sacred science to light the way.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes retold.

Her eyes alight with the fire she stokes,
A story lives in the art she evokes.
The serpent coils where the eagle flies,
An ouroboros of infinite ties.

"She paints a world where the broken mend,
A map of hope, where circles end."

"Are you lost in thought, or lost in me?
The symbols speak if you choose to see."

The dragon breathes, the phoenix sings,
The cycle turns where the fire clings.
"We’re all brave, in our own way,
Turning grief to light, to find the day."

"And you, the artist, the keeper of dreams,
Show me the truth in these gilded streams."

She hands him the brush, his fingers still,
"Add your mark, wherever you will."
He draws a line, where the rivers meet,
A quiet echo, soft and sweet.

"You’ve gilded the stream with a silver gleam,
Now it’s part of our daring dream."

"Together we build what the world can’t see,
A map of hope, a legacy."

Through the twelve gates, where the secrets hide,
A sacred path where love abides.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes unfold.

The brush lays down, the colors blend,
The story told, yet it won’t end.
In every mark, a piece of flame,
The right and perfectest meanes remain.

The Right and Perfectest Meanes

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with me (ft. xykho)

Så lunka vi så småningom
Från Bacchi buller och tumult,
När döden ropar, Granne kom,
Ditt timglas är nu fullt.
Du Gubbe fäll din krycka ner,
Och du, du Yngling, lyd min lag,
Den skönsta Nymf som åt dig ler
Inunder armen tag.

First up, mate on the 3:12 train,
Rain on the window, steams up the pane.
Slumped in his hoodie, boots untied,
Dreams of a holiday, budget denied.
Calendar packed, phone battery dead,
But still he smiles, lifts up his head.
Life ain’t perfect, but hear what I say—
Breathe deep, love, it’s just another day.

Tycker du att dagen är för lång,
Trångt kontor och dresscode tvång
nå, välan än så hör då denna sång.
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

See her there, oat latte and toast,
Posting her brekkie, “I love me” post.
Ring light halo, filter glow,
Underneath it all, she’s just tryna grow.
Swaps her heels for battered flats,
Walks home alone past streetlamp splats.
Café philosophers, heart on sleeve,
Little sips of courage before she leaves.

You ever feel that weight?
Like you’re carrying sky bricks in a Tesco bag?
Same, mate. Keep walking.

Tycker du att världen känns för stor,
nå, välan så spring från storebror,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

Old gent down the allotment rows,
Whispers to his tomatoes as they grow.
Wool cap, flask, Radio Wales hum,
Weather app says rain but the sun’s still come.
He lost someone once, don’t talk much,
Tends the soil with a gentle touch.
Weeds or wildflowers? Who’s to say?
All of us bloom in our own weird way.

Young lad skint, pockets all bare,
Friday pint ‘cos he still don’t care.
Mates on the WhatsApp, banter’s alive,
Takes the long route home just to survive.
Council flat lights, moon on the wall,
Swears at the stars but forgives them all.
Life ain’t golden, but still it’s bright,
Even cold chips taste good at midnight.

Tycker du att skatten är för hög,
Lön som aldrig dög, hela livet sög
nå, välan ta så chill drill, puff puff pass
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare, ser du de?

Parent at 4AM, bleary-eyed stare,
Rocking the baby, whispered prayer.
Milk-stained T-shirt, “We’re alright, yeah?”
Heartbeat lullaby fills the air.
One day they’ll grow, dance on their own,
But tonight you’re together, safe, homegrown.
Lean into the moment, don’t rush through,
Even messy love is the purest true.

Tycker du att natten är för lång,
Mata, byta, gång på gång.
nå, välan ta dig då en stund,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så hittar du tillbaka till dig själv lättare.

Säg är du nöjd? min granne säg,
Så prisa värden nu till slut;
Om vi ha en och samma väg,
Så följoms åt; drick ut.
Men först med vinet rött och vitt,
För vår Värdinna bugom oss,
Och halkom sen i graven fritt,
Vid aftonstjärnans bloss.

Song for dinner

Fazekas x 8jaxx - What I want

Vogue

Look, pavement is a page.

Alright then, poet, write.

Sidewalk slate, pocket of blue,
chalk dust stars on a curb-edge view.
CROESO scrawled by a daisy chain,
doorway drawn in a drizzle stain.
Name with a heart where your trainers turn,
Awen breath, chalk & fern.
Skip-step, heel-tap, clap on two,
bless the cracks where the grass breaks through.

Chalk & fern, bless and turn,
write what you carry and watch it learn.
Calon, cariad, heart and hand,
draw me a home on the common land.
Chalk & fern, green and white,
naming the hush into pockets of light.

Fiddlehead scripture, curled and wise,
unfurls a psalm to the morning skies.
Hiraeth hides in the hedge’s seam,
fern-fold secrets in a child’s dream.
You chalk a trisgell, spiral and flow,
rain makes rivers where meanings go.
Do I know your feeling? Not quite, not part,
but I kneel to the pavement to learn your heart.

Who are you in your play?
I’m the line that listens.

If knowing is kindness and not just sight,
I’ll hold the chalk, you hold the light.

Chalk & fern,bless and turn,
give every question a lane to burn.
Calon, cariad, yes, and when,
trace me a path I can walk again.
Chalk & fern—street-side shrine,
little benedictions in crooked line.

What’s the shape of a promise, then?
Same as a leaf when it opens.

Witt of the stone and the word in use,
meaning is mercy we never reduce.
Chalk makes a circle; we make it true,
by how we hold, by what we do.
Ant eisteddfod, parade so small,
marches right under the saint of the wall.
Toy halo watching the garden turn,
catechism whispered by chalk and fern.

Chalk & fern, bless and turn,
speak with your soles where lessons burn.
Calon, cariad, soft and brave,
love is a shape that we daily pave.
Chalk & fern, name and part,
let me be careful with someone’s heart.


Do I know what you feel?
I can keep you near.
Do I know who you are?
I can make it clear,
by listening long, by loosening rush,
by drawing a door where the silence was.

Bless these knees and their comet scuffs,
bless these palms full of simple stuff.
Fern-print green on a summer sleeve,
chalk-white moon we refuse to leave.
You sketch my name with a beating dot,
I add a heart where the corner’s hot.
In your play, what’s my part to do?
Hold the line steady and laugh with you.

Chalk & fern, bless and turn,
let every lesson be love we learn.
Calon, cariad, street and sky,
write it in dust that will not lie.
Chalk & fern, green and white,
we name each other into light.

Rain will borrow it.
The hill will keep it.
We’ll draw it again.
And mean it deeper.

chalk and fern

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