"Echoes of Existence" is a profound meditation on life, purpose, and the interconnectedness of all beings. The song opens with introspective questions that delve into the impact of relationships and experiences, setting the stage for a journey of self-discovery. As the protagonist stands in a sacred space, the echoes of the past resonate deeply within her, calling to her soul and awakening a sense of wonder.

The chorus captures the beauty of existence, celebrating the simple yet profound moments of watching stars twinkle and witnessing the sunrise. It reflects on the exhilaration of being alive and the accomplishments that shape one's identity, while also acknowledging the vast potential that lies ahead.

In the second verse, the lyrics convey a sense of humility, recognizing the individual's smallness in the grand tapestry of life, yet affirming their inherent worth. The contemplation of legacy and the transient nature of existence is poignantly expressed, emphasizing that while one may eventually fade from memory, their impact remains.

The bridge introduces a contemplative tone, as the protagonist gazes at the moon, contemplating mortality and the enduring beauty of the universe that will persist long after her flame has been extinguished. 

"Echoes of Existence" ultimately serves as a heartfelt reminder of the significance of living fully and authentically, capturing the essence of what it means to be alive and the lasting impressions we leave behind.

Echoes of Existence

Timeless Memory

Timeless Memories

A cardboard house full of plastic chairs
Digital fish in the fish tank stare
Love for sale on the OLED screen
Paper is better, words kept unseen

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I wanna be someone else's kid
Refrigerator full of smash-and-grab
I'll make you a crown out of paper straws
Tell me a joke that I haven't heard

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I bought you a hat to match all your tee shirts
Soft static and shades of yellow suburban
I will be Frank and you'll be my ma cherie
Coat full of patches and kaleidoscope daydreams

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screen
Stop looking at the screen

Cruella - Screens

In the midnight rain and thunder
Got my shoes soaked to the core
Every heartbeat roars and echoes
Tonight I’m running for more

Through the shadows past the skyline
I break the chains and turn around
With every step I build momentum
I swear I won't let you down

And I'm running running far and wide
With a fire burning deep inside
Oh I'm running running to you now
I promise I won't let you down

In the distance see the sunrise
Casting hope across the land
Feel the power feel the passion
Together we will make a stand

And I'm running running far and wide

And I'm running,
Ooh-ooh Oh,
Running far and wide
With a fire burning deep inside
Oh I'm running running to you now
I promise I won't let you down

Oh, I'm running, running far and wide,
With a fire burning deep inside

Cassette Dreams - Episode Two

Rise and Run

Adopted out of something I stumbled upon; these words are the words of another and myself. The text is clear, but why? We will never know. 
It's been made in several versions. Enjoy. 


I was at the corner of Forget Street
And it came to confuse and convince me
If we die at the end -we already know
Then why?
why?


[Chorus]
The text is clear
The text is clear
clear - clear 
And there’s still time
Tell me what time it is
There’s still time
After all, tell me what time it is



Say it on the radio
Time is your only joy
and it runs out 
In a slow rhythm

Dreaming of endless days
but aye aye aye
The fate is not gray
because its Black
and its Black because its 
White
Thats pretty damn clear. 
Black and white the truth dont' hide in the night

hmm hmmm 

[Chorus]
The text is clear
The text is clear
(clear - clear)

And there’s still time
Tell me what time it is
There’s still time
After all, tell me what time it is

I’ve learned that
The less you understand
The more sense the clear text makes
It’s almost the same absurd talk
(and and and)

And

(I’ve learned that
The less you understand
The more the clear text makes sense
It’s almost the same absurd talk)
But I believe in it all

[Chorus]
The text is clear
The text is clear
clear - clear 
And there’s still time
Tell me what time it is
There’s still time
After all, tell me what time it is

I was at the corner of left for dead Street
And it came to confuse and convince me
If we die at the end -we already know
Then why?
why?

None

Text is Clear

Uncle Bob was literally the homie. :) Love you. 
I was the luckiest girl on earth, one day. 
Knowing that my uncle could speak magic, in his own way. 
I was a giggling goose,
 a schoolgirl, on the loose. 

Anything I could imagine, he had the brain to take it, and then - Bounce it right back, at you! 
No, I can't make this shit up. 
he was Crazy,
 interesting, loving, beautiful beyond, belief. '

Living a life, many people would be, scared, scared to just be.
It started when he was just little a boy. 
Young in the world, well life, it made him it's toy. 
Schizophrenia is a serious disease,
 and many don't make it 
but he did you see. 

My uncle was the justice the earth needs. 
Living his truth one day at time, in a way that was hard,
 but, he just lived.
 His heart on the line. 

Rode a vespa across the country,
 not kidding 
ya' he did
just so he could reach the ocean. 
Fishing for crab, talking about an island, 
way out at sea, a paradise just for him,
 but said he'd share it with me 

Loved his wife as she slowly died, sticking loyally by her side, living through God know what.
But the family didn't understand his luck. 

It's easy to run away from people you love just because things get rough,
 but the thing he taught me is, stick tough,
 people will Suprise with who they are.
and then you're the one with treasure....
more more more valuable by far. 

Where there was joy, he was bound to find it. 
Even when the joy was black like night. 
I got to meet my uncle bobby, and boy, he sure changed my life. 

Talking to him was like seeing the stars for the first time
wild, open, unpredictable,
 but worth is all. 
he opened the eyes of many 
to a world beyond us all

Medication after medication, but nothing would wake him, because what doctors don't know, 
is how people like us grow,
 and, he had been awake a long time already.

Even from the side of street, the yards of grief, and the joy of a native American dream catchers. 
Alive and true, he wore his color every shade of the rainbow true.

Happy Ground Hog's Day
It's okay this way
but i miss ya
wish I could kiss ya. 
You got a head start on me  
gettin' into heaven. 
But when I catch up, 
Ill catch you up.
On the things,
 that is life down here
 earth side. 

Happy Birthday Uncle Bobby 
We love you.

Happy Groundhog Birthday

Yeah, put me and "death" in a room, I just wanna' talk. With my hands. 

I love you to death, we say it when were excited. 
We say it when were serious. 
But when it gets to the end, we learn....
what it means...

I love you to death. 
I love you to the last words whispered by your sweet sound. 
I love you to the final cry. 
I love you till you die. 

I love you to death for all that you do. 
Saving kids, men, animals, and you. 
I love you to death for all the things you teach. 
Critical thinking, open mindedness, creativity. 
I love you to death for all that you have been. 
Child, youth, adult.
From playing with siblings on floors, to lazy days on the couch. 

Mom shares the terror, the fear of death of the ones you love. 
she told me it's good to talk about it, but death, if I had one request. 
If you get close to my mother, if only I could, I- punch you so fucking hard, fucking rock your jaw, trying to take her from me. 

My grandma used to say " when the lord calls you gotta go" 
well fuck them, and fuck biology, Fuck being human too though. 

The march of time don't stop, not a race but a tick tock on some dumb clock. 

I love you to death, I love you
I love you
Now love is a scream I cry out in pain
A please, I beg the universe not to take you from me 

I love you to death, we say it when were excited. 
We say it when were serious. 
But when it gets to the end, we learn....
what it means...

I love you to death. 
I love you to the last words whispered by your sweet sound. 
I love you to the final cry. 
I love you till you die.

I Love You To Death

Forgive them for they do not know
That breakin’ these stained glass windows
You can take the soul of new arrivals
The innocence of a child you stole

I would tell ’em again
I’d tell ’em ’til they fall on their knees
And if you wanna harm the little ones
Shame on you eternally
I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs
Did I stutter? Or do you need me to repeat?

Prayin’ confession may set you free
We all do things you can’t explain
But I’m beggin’ you
Don’t hurt the babies
Then walk and act like you’re sane

Yeah
This isn’t rocket science [no no]
It isn’t rocket science
It’s not even theology [no no]
We’ve seen the worst in humanity And it feels like an eternity

If it’s not so easy to believe
Then why do we hide our little ones?
Why can’t we walk in the light of God?
You’re smashin’ these stained glass windows of ours
They might forgive
I’ll never forget
I was the one who suffered from it
The truth’ll come to light in the end
I tried so hard to tell ’em

I would tell ’em again [I'd sure tell 'em again]
I’d tell ’em ’til they fall on their knees
And if you wanna harm the little ones [harm the little ones]
Shame on you eternally
I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs [at the top of my lungs]
Did I stutter? There’s no need for me to repeat?

Cruella - Stained Glass Windows

Don't Stop Baby

The Only Constant

It's about that undeniable spark, that meant-to-be feeling you just can’t explain… but you know it’s real.



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Love You Without Knowing

Of Erato, Euterpe and Melpomene .mp3

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