Cělъ / Chelovek

first track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 01 (Nevidęštu)

second track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 02 (Prědělъ Sъvězdьnъ)

third track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 03 (Kъnězьstvo Věčьnoe)

This one went actually not too bad because I deliberately kept it medium length

Lyrics:

Look out boys it's about to get wet
Just so you know
Minimalism is a scam by big small
To sell more less
But i just can't prove it yet

Philosophy's crime
Is it doesn't function quite as it should
But if you tell customer service
To escalate forty eight times
They eventually connect you
With the Form of the Good

The professor burbled in his dappered suit of green
This scribbled blob on the chalkboard has cardinality aleph-17

He had his schtick down to a tee
Programmers will not be replaced by probabilistic rambling machines.
That's just the probabilistic rambling of those who certainly will be.

The somber proceedings had a strong peppering of herewiths
And as if to forestall any calling of a witness 
He rattled on with considerable pith, saying:
Now I aint much at prestige tv revisionist antihero dark male business.
But RuPaul, now there's an hombre I can get along with.

In the midst of his midterm exam
My short term memory
Was missing a few things
And i prayed
Red Bull, give my answer wings

I knew this guy's teaching method
Had a fatal flaw
When the last question on there was
Did the spice girls ever get a zig a zig aah

My dubious study partner chided me in the hall
Everything you've ever wanted 
Is on the other side of fear
And that's why the only thing you ever needed
Was a swift kick in the rear

Haltingly my she got up from his perch
Just between me and you
It's a dark day
When the nanny state
Puts the kibosh 
On your villain origin
Halfway through
And ChatGPT bans you
For bioweapons research

The lion doesn't concern himself
With much anymore these days
It's beginning to concern the other lions
Who don't much like delays

I meant in no uncertain terms
To show I was unimpressed
You went in pursuit of the booty because
America is truly the land of the blessed
See here now i don't mean to get snooty
But engaging in your grifter side quest
Would be a fundamental dereliction of duty

As a member of TPOT
I might have a deficient spout
But my advice is
If someone is making Klein bottles
I suggest you send him
An angry email
Demanding that he let you out

If You're Not Retconned By Her, You Didn't Try Hard Enough

Lyrics: 

Why was the cat ever in the bag
What the hell's the matter with you

Authenticity doesn't guarantee
That everyone will like you
It guarantees
That you will like you

Man is born dicking around
And everywhere now he is locked in
The intellectual muscle
Is shoehorned into hustle
And i just don't really know where to begin

Rejecting excessive careerism
Meant that I was cleaving to a happy medium
And if you haven't noticed dear
I can definitely SMELL tedium

At the end of his rope
He said that ego was just swag and cope
His prevailing attitude was that
Personality is just arrogance and minimal aptitude

His wit was to be sure in proper trim
Because his advice was something near to divine
Namely that flirting with the chubby girl at the gym
Is like buying Bitcoin back in two thousand and nine

I've told you all this before
When the counter-revolution is done with jollity
They will make a fire 
With your beautiful oak door
And roast and eat your men of quality

While we are adumbrating on the humdrum
The protean are alike unto paul of old 
Who made all things to all men, 
That they might by all means rule some

Unlocking a key so significant it beat the Rosetta Stone to pieces
The coolest thing since the Brown Corpus
Indubitably proving our linguistic thesis's preamble
He said Zipf's law had predicted these Hapax legomena
And noodling on the final symbol's phenomena
He acted as if he'd circumlocuted a thimble
And exclaimed as if he'd made his day:
It's the klasmatogram for one-fortieth in Minoan Linear A!"

Back at the house
I got a question from my partner in crime
Why I carry a four five four pistola indoors
I said I don't trust the internet of things
She laughed
I laughed
The toaster laughed
And i shot the toaster
And it was an all around good time

It's the time of year
For writing internal corporate posts
That this meeting could have been better done
As an overnight visit from three ghosts

I wasn't about to go and besmirch
Her absolutely salacious bod
But any sufficiently crappy research
Is plainly indistinguishable from fraud.

And then i got back out to the plate
Deciding whether to hit or bunt
But the funniest thing
Was watching Alice from Queens
Entering hour seventy-two of a crash out
Arguing about the definition of combatant

She was miffed at my profligate shopping spree
Which netted sensational wonders near and far
And I thundered back TLDR

The Cat's Out Of The Bag / TLDR

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Cělъ / Chelovek

Doug Stoothoff