A straight-faced Broadway-style duet where molecular pairing becomes romance — a small meditation on how structure, pattern, and chance can still feel like fate.

Ahhh — the Mystery of Transcription.
Two strands.
One bond.
Infinite sincerity.
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DOUBLE STRANDED LOVE

In a world of code and chance,
I searched through endless strands…
Until I found you.

I was drifting through the cytoplasm night,
A single thread beneath fluorescent light.
A message meant for something true,
But every base was missing you.

I’ve wandered through the cell’s embrace,
Chasing echoes, losing place.
Then one small twist, one perfect cue—
Your sequence whispered, “I’m for you.”

Every code that came before
Was close, but never more—
Then suddenly the pattern shone,
And I knew I’d found my home.

"A" meets "U" and "G" meets "C",
That’s how our love was meant to be.
Two halves aligning, side by side,
We silence the world when our hearts collide.
No need for words, no push, no shove—
We’re bound forever, double-stranded love.

You unwind me with your grace.
I fold within your warm embrace.
Each bond we make is tried and true.
My bases bloom when paired with you.

No splice can tear what’s written here,
Our bond runs deep, precise, sincere.
In every cell, in every hue,
I find myself aligning with you.

"A" meets "U" and "G" meets "C",
A perfect fit in symmetry.
When we combine, the noise fades out,
Harmony’s what love’s about.
No need for proof, it’s all above—
We’re bound forever, double-stranded love.

Through every cleavage, every test,
We hold our shape, we know we’re blessed.
The enzymes come, the moments pass,
But we remain, base after base.
In quiet strength, we intertwine—
A code of love, your strand and mine.

"A" meets "U" and "G" meets "C",
You wrote this song in chemistry.
The world grows still, the stars above,
All shimmer to our double-stranded love.

I was one.
Now we’re two.
Forever silencing the noise… with you.

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Double-Stranded Love (The Mystery of Transcription)

A song about division—cellular and human, intimate and national.
Chromosomes split, cities pull apart, and somewhere in the motion, the dream persists.
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ANAPHASE AMERICA

Two threads tug at the spindle's heart
One goes west
One falls apart
A fragile lattice
Stretched too thin
America
My blood
My skin

Oh
Anaphase America
Splitting down the line
Drifting farther
Farther still
Was it yours
Or was it mine?

Chromosomes of city lights
A skyline breaking into nights
Fingers reach but never hold
Warmth recedes
The touch turns cold

Tell me
When did the middle fray?
Did it always break this way?

Oh
Anaphase America
Torn from north to south
Words unspoken
Words that burn
Echo in a silent mouth

Cytoplasm rivers flow
One to frost
One to glow
We are halves of the same dream
A fissure carved in time's stream
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Anaphase America

Inspired by the long fight against familial chylomicronemia syndrome (FCS), this song honors everyone who carried the fire when the path was unclear.

From the first trials to the promise of real treatment, We’ll Get There Soon is a quiet celebration of science, courage, and community—turning struggle into strength, step by step.
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WE’LL GET THERE SOON

We’ve walked a road with no map in our hands, 
Through quiet towns and shifting sands. 
FCS was the weight we knew, 
But we carried the fire, we saw it through.

From the lab to the heart, it’s a steady climb, 
Turning struggle to strength, one day at a time. 

We’ll get there soon, the horizon’s clear, 
The morning's light is drawing near. 
Step for step, under the same bright moon,
We’ll get there soon… we’ll get there soon. 

Every trial taught the world our name, 
Every voice in the fight was a spark, a flame
Now the door stands open wide, 
And the hope we hold is the hope inside.

We’ll get there soon, the horizon’s clear,
The morning’s light is drawing near. 
Step for step, under the same bright moon,
 We’ll get there soon… we’ll get there soon.

Through the dark we found a brighter view,
Every step brings the cure into view.

 We’ll get there soon, the horizon’s clear,
The morning’s light is drawing near. 
Step for step, under the same bright moon, 
We’ll get there soon… we’ll get there soon.
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We'll Get There Soon

A song about legacy, memory, and the quiet duty to keep planting even when you’ll never see the bloom.

From battlefield to back porch, it’s the voice of someone who’s carried too much—and still finds grace in giving something forward.
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PASSING IT ON

I was nineteen in the jungle’s breath
Carried a rifle, lived with death
The letters stopped, the silence grew
I carried the thought of a child I never knew
And saved my strength to give to you

I’m planting seeds I’ll never see
They’re not for me, they’re meant to be
When my voice is gone, let the roots grow strong
A future blooms — I’m passing it on

These hands are worn, my back is bent
A life well lived, a lifetime spent
But in their laughter I find my song
They’ll walk the road when I am gone
They'll walk the road when I am gone

What I can’t keep, I’ll let them hold—
Not just the shares

I’m planting seeds I’ll never see
They’re not for me, they’re meant to be
When my voice is gone, let the roots grow strong
A future blooms — I’m passing it on

The earth remembers every tear
Every battle, every fear
But seasons turn, the ground forgives
Through it all, the garden lives

I’m planting seeds I’ll never see
For children’s children yet to be
When my voice is gone, let the roots grow strong
A future blooms — I’m passing it on
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Passing It On

Long shadows, still clocks, and the fragile rhythm of hope.

The Waiting Game drifts between science and dream—where every quiet heartbeat holds the question of what comes next.

A chamber-pop meditation on patience, progress, and the soft machinery of belief.
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WAITING FOR MONDAY


Long shadows stretch like whispers thin
The night is heavy where it begins
Breath held tight
The clock won't spin

Hard to see the edge from here
Hard to touch what feels so near

Waiting for Monday
The world in pause
RNA dreams
Chasing lost cause
Let RAGE restore
Let it undo
A broken world
A clearer view

Horizons blur
The lines retreat
Steady hands
But hearts still beat
What lies ahead
What will we meet

Waiting for Monday
The answer's slow
Biotech whispers
Will it show
Let RAGE restore
Let it renew
A fragile hope
A world askew

Silent prayers to a quiet sky
Will it hold
Or will it lie
Steady hands but the breath is thin
A fragile end or a new begin
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Waiting for Monday

An upbeat acoustic pop-soul track about falling head-over-heels for molecules, milestones, and the rhythm of discovery.

Playful, polished, and quietly confessional — Hooked on the TRiM celebrates the beautiful madness of believing in science with your whole heart.
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HOOKED ON THE TRiM

Didn’t plan to fall for molecules and charts,
Just a little spark that fooled my heart.
Heard a rumor in the after-hours spin,
Now I’m chasing every update like it’s oxygen.

Used to trade in stories, now it’s all in slides,
Find my peace in pipelines and quarterly tides.

I’m hooked on the TRiM, can’t pretend,
Riding that wave again and again.
Could be fate, could be data, could be whim —
But I’m all in — yeah, I’m hooked on the Trim. 

Didn’t see it coming, not my kind of thrill,
Till I learned that silence can pay the bills.
Knockdown dreams in a double helix spin,
Now I hum every chart like a violin.

Used to bet on feelings, now I read the signs,
Find my groove in the quarterly lines.

 I’m hooked on the TRiM, deeper each day,
Counting my blessings in RNA.
Could be faith, could be science, could be whim —
But I’m all in — yeah, I’m hooked on the TRiM. 

It’s not the kind of love you write on a wall,
It’s a late-night check on a message board call.
It’s hope in the data, risk in the air,
You tell yourself “patience” — then double your share.

Now my heartbeat syncs with every readout and spin,
Every whisper feels like a violin.

 I’m hooked on the TRiM, and I’ll confess,
This kind of madness feels like success.
Could be luck, could be logic, could be sin —
But I’m all in — yeah, I’m hooked on the TRiM. 

So if you see me smiling when the numbers dim,
Don’t worry, friend — I’m just hooked on the Trim.

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Hooked on the TRiM

An electro-pop anthem for the comeback crowd — bold, rhythmic, and a little dangerous.

Born from data, defiance, and the thrill of proving everyone wrong, RNAi Revolution is a victory lap for believers who stayed the course when the world was short on faith.
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RNAi REVOLUTION

You thought you’d win with a whispered lie
Shorted my name, watched the ticker slide
But I’m the storm you can’t quantify
Baby, who’s keeping score?

I see your losses
Counting your crosses
While my pipeline pays the bosses

RNAi Revolution
No more noise, just data, baby
RNAi Revolution
Cut the crap, I’m a Super Star maybe

You played the game like a reckless king
Flashing your trades, but you suffered the sting
Partners lined up, hear the dominoes sing
Now you’re begging the floor for a break

Your FOMO’s loud
It shakes the crowd
Still chasing me, baby? That's not allowed

RNAi Revolution
No more noise, just data, baby
RNAi Revolution
Cut the crap, I’m a Super Star maybe

FUD and fear, your favorite tools
Missed calls, fake news, playing the fool
But my receipts are clinical and cruel
And I look good while breaking the rules

RNAi Revolution
Bet against me? Pay the price, baby
RNAi Revolution
This comeback feels so crazy
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RNAi Revolution

A sly funk-pop track about the games traders play — where every fake-out feels like a dance and every chart hides a grin.

Stop Sweep Groove turns market mischief into melody: punchy guitars, playful horns, and a groove that never quite tells you who’s in control.
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STOP SWEEP GROOVE

They’re creeping quiet
Shadows in the deep
Watch the candles
Hear the market speak
Oh they bait the bid
They snatch the prize
Leaving wide-eyed traders hypnotized

It’s a dance
It’s a trap
It’s a game they play
Flush the weak hands
Make ‘em pay

Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Taking you for a ride
Bait the bid
Bait the bid
Pull you to the side
Flush the weak hands
Oh it’s all in the plan
Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Catch me if you can

Whispers in the spread
A story untold
They push it high
Then they dump it cold
Liquidity’s the bait
The chart’s a maze
Chasing dreams through a stop-loss haze

It’s a trick
It’s a tease
It’s a power play
Flush the weak hands
Take the day

Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Taking you for a ride
Bait the bid
Bait the bid
Pull you to the side
Flush the weak hands
Oh it’s all in the plan
Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Catch me if you can
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Stop Sweep Groove

An upbeat funk-pop anthem built for the believers — a groove-driven rally cry for anyone who’s stayed in the game long enough to feel the lift.

Watch Arrowhead Rise blends brass, bass, and bold harmonies into a feel-good track about momentum, conviction, and catching that perfect shot.
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WATCH ARROWHEAD RISE

(Oo-yeah!) 
Wake up
It’s time to grind
Monday’s here
The stars align!
Grab your bow
Take aim
Let’s climb
Arrowhead’s risin’
Feel that shine!

Charts on fire
Green all day
Stacks like arrows
We don’t play. (oo!)
Targets locked
Bull’s-eye near
Profit’s calling
Crystal clear

Watch Arrowhead rise
Rise
Rise
Up to the skies
Skies
Skies!
Shoot that shot
No compromise
Arrowhead rise
Rise
Rise!

Bulls are stampin’
Bears retreat
Market rhythm
Can’t be beat
Pull that string
The bow won’t lie
Straight and true
We’re gonna fly!

Watch Arrowhead rise
Rise
Rise
Up to the skies
Skies
Skies!
Shoot that shot
No compromise
Arrowhead rise
Rise
Rise!

Tick-tock
The bell’s about to chime
Momentum builds
It’s our time!
Quivers full
Arrows gleam
Stack those wins
Chase that dream. (oo-yeah!)
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