Inspired by  revolutionary scientific paper on embracing bias as a fundamental physical quantity

The Observer's Debt

(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

Folk suset song/ Riding on the highway to Malibu and chelaxing. The surf is good.

Malibu Skies

Corporate sterility contrasted with distant violence and moral corruption, resulting in wars like Gaza  

Growing the Brand - Lyrics

Verse 1
In boardrooms with coffee that costs more
than minimum wage buys in a week
We polish speeches about humanitarian aid
while our calculators count the dead
The wine stains my shirt red, like the maps


Verse 2
Who's that knocking on the cockpit door?
Someone visited the hardware store
We come with hammers because words bounce off
steel like prayer off a banker's forehead
Bang goes the hammer keeping bloody score


Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Verse 3
While logos gleam on gallery walls
breakfast tables explode in real time
Our handshakes seal tomorrow's casualties
as mothers count children who won't come home
The marble stays clean, the conscience doesn't

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath

Verse 4
Arms out sideways, airstrike 1, 2, 3
At 9 AM here, it's midnight there
We're brewing coffee while they're dodging bombs
Geography of running maps itself
on playground walls and office calendars

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Growing the Brand

A Thousand Distant Shores

[Intro]  
Yeah, yeah, yeah  
Oh-oh-oh, rhythm of the sun...  

[Verse 1]  
Golden heat is rising in my veins  
Every step is dancing with the flame  
Your body moving, I can’t look away  
We’re alive in the break of day  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Clap your hands, feel the fire  
Every move is taking us higher  
No regrets, no rewind  
Just the rhythm in our mind  

[Chorus]  
Rhythm of the sun, we can’t hide  
Burning brighter on the other side  
Rhythm of the sun, let it play  
We’re forever in this heatwave  

[Verse 2]  
Shadows vanish under tropic skies  
Every whisper sparks a paradise  
Come closer, let me feel your soul  
Lose control, just let it go  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Clap your hands, feel the fire  
Every move is taking us higher  
No regrets, no rewind  
Just the rhythm in our mind  

[Chorus]  
Rhythm of the sun, we can’t hide  
Burning brighter on the other side  
Rhythm of the sun, let it play  
We’re forever in this heatwave  

[Bridge]  
Dance with me till the night is gone  
Every heartbeat is a song  
We are free, we belong  
To the rhythm all along  

[Outro]  
Rhythm of the sun...  
We’re forever one...  


Rhythm of the Sun

live sounds different! Feel different! Sing along different !

Slide into the velvet skyline,
silver echoes in my mind.
Neon rivers, floating sideways,
catch the whispers of the night.

Footsteps weaving through the shadows,
coffee steam and radio glow.
Every corner hums a story,
every breeze knows where to go.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.

Mirrors dance on rainy sidewalks,
hazy faces blur and shine.
Golden pulse of secret alleys,
heartbeat ticking out of time.

Sip the smoke of hidden gardens,
kiss the edges of the dawn.
Tangled jazz behind the windows,
pulls me further, pulls me on.



Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.


Never touching,
never falling,
only floating
through the skyline…

velvet skyline - venus on my mind ( live )

In the End… There’s Nothing

🎸✨ Lies, half-truths, and tall tales wrapped in indie rock, dipped in jangle pop, and sprinkled with post-punk irony. This track is basically a musical fact-checker: neighbors who “won the jackpot” but need bus money, ex-classmates with “beauty queens” who look more like haunted tiaras, and sweethearts whispering eternal love right before locking lips behind the grocery store.

It’s catchy. It’s bitter-sweet. It’s funny in the way only human delusions can be funny.
And yes, the song will be number one in the U.S. any day now… (or is that just another fantasy?).

Plug in your headphones, shake your head at the nonsense of life, and sing along:
“So it turned out to be… only fantasy.”

Lyrics:

She said she loves me, and there is only me,
Whispered sweet promises, like waves upon the sea.
But a few days later, what did I see?
Her kissing another man, behind the grocery.

So it turned out to be, only fantasy.
Cheap little words, but they never carried me.
So it turned out to be, only fantasy —
Painted-up tales with no reality.

My neighbor told me, with a sparkle in his eye,
He won the big jackpot, man, he touched the sky.
But the very next week, he’s knocking on my door,
“Could you lend me some money? I’m a little bit poor...”

So it turned out to be, only fantasy.
Cheap little words, but they never carried me.
So it turned out to be, only fantasy —
Painted-up tales with no reality.

An old classmate found me, on a late night street,
Said he married a beauty queen, the world at his feet.
But when she came ‘round the corner, truth hit me fast,
Let’s just say the pageant crown was stuck in the past...

So it turned out to be, only fantasy.
Cheap little words, but they never carried me.
So it turned out to be, only fantasy —
Painted-up tales with no reality.

Stories we tell, to shine a little more,
But when the mask slips, we’ve all heard it before.
Truth is a mirror, lies crack it apart,
Every cheap story leaves a scar on the heart.

And now I tell you, with a wink and a smile,
This song’s number one in the U.S. in a while.
But when the charts are out, and you look for me —
Well, guess what, friends? It’s pure fantasy...

So it turned out to be, only fantasy.
Cheap little words, but they never carried me.
So it turned out to be, only fantasy —
Painted-up tales with no reality.

Fantasy

Blood of the First

This is me trying to explain how I felt while in the middle of my sever clinical depression

A Thousand Distant Shores

Dharma Nation Life

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