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“Where G-funk swagger collides with 1950s swing jazz—two photons flirt through rap, upright bass walks, and cosmic groove. Not just music, a bioluminescent transmission-cellular vibration.”


What it is:

A biophotonic love-rap opera, where neuroscience meets funk-hip-hop swagger.

Vintage swing jazz walking upright basslines colliding with modern rap cadences.

Equal parts sexy, nerdy, and metaphysical.

A track that will have dancers two-stepping while philosophers stroke their chins.

What it is NOT:

A basic trap loop you’ve heard a thousand times.

Background noise for gym bros.

Your grandma’s swing record (unless she was secretly on mushrooms).

A TED Talk about mitochondria, though it flirts dangerously close.

[INTRO – Photon A (Female, flirty) – 4 Bars]
Hey bright boy, where you headed now?
Photon B (Male):
Just got bounced off collagen — still holdin’ my vow.
Photon A:
I just zipped through pineal, caught a glimpse of the crown—
Golden like mitochondria when the voltage’s sound.

\[VERSE 1 – Photon B – 8 Bars]
I be the flash that ride nerve tracks slick,
Syncin’ heartbeats to rhythm, photonic and quick.
You talk radiant—yeah, girl, I see the spark,
But I carry cellular plans like I’m Light in the Dark.

Just buzzed thru fascia, did a lymphatic slide,
Tuned every T-cell like a DJ with pride.
And while you vibin' through glands like a backstage pass,
I update every strand—DNA gets my class.

\[CHORUS – Both – 8 Bars]
Aye, aye—who shine brighter?
Two photons, but one igniter.
Ping-pongin' through this temple wide,
Left-right lobe with a quantum glide.

From brainstem buzz to skin so sweet,
We bounce through fields where soul and flesh meet.
No lone light wins, it’s co-creation,
Biophoton flirtation, cellular vibration.

\[VERSE 2 – Photon A – 8 Bars]
Boy, I’m the flame in your synapse leap,
I whisper codes while your melatonin sleep.
I jazz the gut with a dopamin’ kiss,
And when stress rise up—I harmonize the abyss.

You emit raw, but I sculpt in tone,
Reflect intentions in the peptide zone.
I’m chi, I’m shakti, I’m the yin in your spark—
Glowin’ even when the aura goes dark.

\[BRIDGE – Both – 4 Bars Call & Response]
Photon B:
But tell me this, can you phase like I do?
Photon A:
Please, I polarize *twice* before you even shine through.
Photon B:
Respect—truth is, you light my flow.
Photon A:
And I curve with grace, through every bio-glow.

\[VERSE 3 – Photon B – 8 Bars]
From third eye pulses to the big toe bend,
I carry thoughts you ain't ready to send.
Bounce me wrong? I decohere wild,
But align me right—I beam like a child.

In trauma’s crypt I lose my hum,
But give me Bach and greens? I start to strum.
Jah food makes me whole, refined kills my tone,
I’m light turned loose—or I’m dimmed to bone.

\[CHORUS 2 – Both – 8 Bars]
So here we glow, twin pulses bright,
Spittin’ waveforms deep into the night.
Not lover nor fighter, but coded design,
Each flash divine, in coherent line.

You reflect, I transmit, both got grace,
Same speed, same force, different face.
No throne, no fight, no solo fame—
We orbit truth in Jah light’s name.

\[OUTRO – Both – 4 Bars, Spoken + Whispered Layer]
Photon A:
So next time they chase light in a wire,
Photon B:
Remind 'em we *talk* through bones, not just fire.
Both:
This ain’t just glow—it’s the whole transmission:
Two photons, one mission—divine precision.

Flirtatious Biophotons

"Disclaimer:“
This track is pure satire wrapped in funk and groove. It’s not an endorsement, not advice, not a personal attack—it’s social commentary set to basslines and rhythm. ‘The Cycle Spins’ calls out the patterns we all see but rarely say out loud, turning truth into something you can nod your head to.

Mention of brand names (like AmEx) is for parody/commentary only. This track is not affiliated, endorsed, or sponsored by any company, brand, or product. It’s art, it’s music, it’s satire.”
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Title: The Cycle Spins

[Chorus / Hook]
🎵 

[Verse 1 – Glow-Up Years]

🎵 Eighteen, crown of lip gloss, queen of the 'gram (shiny, shiny)
Selfie palace, ring light is her spotlit stand (bling, bling)
Mirror never lies, Instagram her bible
Swipe left, swipe right, the game’s survival (swipe, swipe)

Kool guys flash smiles, leased cars, rented charm (vroom, vroom)
She’s laughing at jokes, ignoring the alarm (ha-ha)
“Independent,” she says, but really she just plays
A game of collecting dinners, collecting praise (uh-huh)

Likes stack higher than her student debt
Beauty’s her currency, that's her only bet (check it)
Every emoji, every phrase, a coded call
“Spoil me, adore me, catch me if I fall” (ayy, ayy) 🎵

[Verse 2 – Kool Guys & CC Life]

🎵 Bubbly nights, trips she didn't book (pop, pop)
“Adventurous” means a guy fronted what it took (yeah, yeah)
Thoughtful gestures, yeah, that’s the sign
Buy me Prada, Prosecco, make it mine (skrrt, skrrt)
"Hey girl, lemme buy you a pair of boobs" (ooh, ooh)
Another upgrade for the catalog of moves (skrrt, skrrt)

Brought to you by other men’s AMEX
Luxury living, leaving zero checks (woo!)
She’s laughing, snapping, posing for the 'gram
Every new guy just another sham (hey!)

Swipe, match, another weekend blown
Every souvenir says, “Look what I own!” (look, look)
She’s living the highlight reel, reality on mute
Playing life for the loot, the absolute loot (ayy) 🎵

[Verse 3 – Baby Daddy Bonanza]

🎵 Oops, level one, Baby Daddy unlocked (uh-oh)
Diapers and drama, her foundation’s rocked (yeah, yeah)
Level two, another swipe, another surprise
Chaos stacking up right before her eyes (stack it, stack it)



The Cycle Spin

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Dedication
This track is a funky, dystopian tribute to the courage of Dr. Árpád Pusztai, the Hungarian biochemist who risked everything in 1998 to warn the world about the dangers of genetically modified foods. His silenced research is the bedrock this anthem is built on.

BILLY  BOY GATES THE FARM [P-Funk Dystopian Anthem] 

Ever seen a scarecrow play god with your groceries? Step right up to the franken-farm.

This ain't just a song; it's a warning from the soil. A P-Funk parable for the end times, channeling the ghosts of George Clinton and Bootsy Collins through a neural network. We're laying down a filthy bassline against the dystopian drip of patented rain and chemclouds.

It's the story of a farm boy who sold his soul for a seed patent and now guards the gate to the food supply like a dragon on a golden hoard of corn. This is music for the soil, for the seeds, and for the fight back to real food.

What This Is & Is Not (The Vibe):

THIS IS:

    A protest anthem wrapped in a 70s funk nightmare.

    A tribute to dissident science and ancestral wisdom.

    A piece of speculative fiction, built on a foundation of fact.

    Made to make you move, then make you think.

THIS IS NOT:

    A literal biography.

    Financial, medical, or legal advice.

    Created or endorsed by any real-world individuals or corporations.

    For the closed-minded or the faint of heart.

Billy Gates The Farm

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This piece grew from my written dialogue “The Missing Link in Touch: An Interview with Master Ox.” What started as words turned into sound — hand drums, deep toms, strings — moving slowly, primal, almost trance-like. It is not “background music.” It is not soft spa fluff. It’s a study in presence, in the weight of fingertips, in the truth that every hesitation in touch mirrors the hesitation within.

This is for listeners who want to feel more than they analyze, who are willing to sit with rhythm until it becomes breath. It’s for those who know silence carries more weight than noise.

What it is: a primal meditation on connection, intimacy, and unfinished gestures.
What it is not: a blissed-out wallpaper track.

Read the full article behind this track here: https://www.boiseremedycenter.com/blog/fingertips-vs-palms-the-subtle-barrier



The Missing Link in Touch

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WHAT IT IS:
A cosmic Saturday night fever dream. A space-funk groove so saturated with 70s disco-fusion it moves your feet while the lyrics rewire your mind. This is the sound of taking your power back, of finding your mission's rhythm, of treating a ghosting not as a loss, but as a promotion to the dance floor.

WHAT IT IS NOT:
Another sad-boy anthem. A bitter rant. A slow, introspective track.

She ghosted? Good. Let the Indifference Coin become your disco ball.

Based on the viral philosophy, this track breaks down the game over a hypnotic, Funkadelic-inspired groove:

    Her past is a crystal ball. (Patterns never lie over a four-on-the-floor kick.)

    It's not about you. It's about her attention span. (Cue the wah-wah guitar.)

    Ghosting is a lazy exit. (But this bassline is anything but lazy.)

So take the lesson. Let the intel set you free. Rub the coin in your pocket to the beat, and move on without skipping a step.

Press play. The mission has a new soundtrack.

Indifference Coin

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✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
⚠️ Not for commercial use.WHAT THIS IS:

This is your new funk-fueled reality check. "Shallow End" is a head-nodding, bass-driven groove that gets your feet moving while it dissects the soul-crushing farce of fake teamwork and silent envy. It’s for anyone who’s ever sat through a forced team-building event, gotten a glowing review that was hidden from the group chat, and thought, "This is all a beautiful lie." It’s polished 70s funk with a razor-sharp, cynical edge.

THE VIBE IS:

    That undeniable, Quincy Jones-style production—deep sliding bass, crisp chicken-scratch guitar, and punchy horns.

    A danceable rhythm that makes you sway, even as the lyrics lay bare the truth.

    The contrast of smooth, soulful harmonies on the chorus against clear, rhythmic, truth-telling rap on the verses.

    A slow-burning, heavy funk groove—this isn't frantic, it's deliberate and powerful.

WHAT THIS IS NOT:

    This is NOT a feel-good, mindless party track.

    This is NOT another song about superficial motivation.

    This is NOT whining. This is observation, sharpened into a weapon and set to a monster groove.

If you've ever felt like an island in a sea of forced high-fives, this is your anthem. Press play, nod your head, move your stinky feet and see your own reflection in the shallow end pedaling.

SHALLOW END -The Team Lie

ITALIAN VERSION

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✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
⚠️ Not for commercial use.WHAT THIS IS:

This is your new groove-fueled reality check. "Acque Basse" (Shallow End) is a head-nodding, bass-gorgeous jam that gets your feet moving while it dissects the soul-crushing farce of fake teamwork and silent envy. It’s for anyone who’s ever sat through a forced team-building event, gotten a glowing review that was hidden from the group chat, and thought, "This is all a beautiful lie." It’s the smooth, easy groove of 70s disco meets the laid-back pulse of one-drop reggae, all with a razor-sharp, cynical edge.

THE VIBE IS:

    That undeniable, Saturday Night Fever-era Bee Gees melody meets a Toots & The Maytals rhythm section—a gorgeous, melodic bass line, crisp guitars, and soulful harmonies.

    A danceable, swaying rhythm anchored by a classic one-drop reggae beat that makes your head nod instinctively.

    The contrast of smooth, soulful harmonies on the chorus against clear, rhythmic, truth-telling vocals on the verses.

    A cool, infectious groove—this isn't frantic; it's smooth, powerful, and impossibly catchy.

WHAT THIS IS NOT:

    This is NOT a feel-good, mindless party track.

    This is NOT another song about superficial motivation.

    This is NOT whining. This is observation, sharpened into a weapon and set to a monster groove.

If you've ever felt like an island in a sea of forced high-fives, this is your anthem. Press play, nod your head, move your feet, and see your own reflection pedaling in the shallow end.

(This is the Italian vocal version. An English funk-disco fusion version is also available on my profile.)daling.

SHALLOW END (The Team Lie) italian

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BLOOD OF KINGS

A groovy rebellion. This is a call to wake up, detox the lies, and remember the fire that runs in your veins. Built on a foundation of roots reggae riddims pulse.

It’s a danceable groove with a fighting spirit. You can move to it, you can sing to it, you can feel it.

What It Is: A melodic call to action. A reclaiming of strength. A fusion of soulful rhythms and raw truth.

What It Is Not: A hateful rant. A generic workout track. A polished, soulless pop song.

Blood of Kings

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This song is for the ones who give until they break—and then rebuild sharper. A forged soul in motion: empathy with boundaries, loyalty with claws. It’s the sound of a heart that’s been used like an engine, tuned through heartbreak and quiet evolution.

Forged in the push-pull of Type 2 sensitivity and Ox endurance, this track carries the pulse of those who serve, protect, and finally learn to protect themselves too. It’s soul, funk, and reflection rolled into one—baritone warmth, disco light, and the grit of someone who’s done shadow work with a rhythm section.

The groove is kitchen-floor honest: no filters, no glitter, just truth that moves.

What it is:
A grounded soul anthem for the strong-but-tired, the caretakers who found their spine, the calm eye inside their own storm. A dance of boundaries and compassion—Barry White meets inner alchemy.

What it is not:
Not a cry for attention. Not ego in disguise. Not plastic, no  bullshit - “self-love” slogans or radio fluff. This is real growth with a groove.

Who I Am

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Ki vagyok én --(Enneagram 2 – Ökör szív ötvözet)

Leírás:
Ez a dal azoknak szól, akik addig adtak, míg majdnem elfogytak — aztán újraépítették magukat, élesebben, tisztábban. Egy mozgásban lévő, megkovácsolt lélek: együttérzés határokkal, hűség karmokkal. Ez a szív hangja, amit motor módjára használtak, és amit a fájdalom újrahangolt.

A Type 2 érzékenység és az Ökör kitartás elegyéből született. Ez a dal azoké, akik szolgálnak, védenek, és végül megtanulják magukat is megvédeni. Lélek, funk és önismeret egyben – bariton melegség, diszkófény, és a belső árnyékmunka ritmusa.

A groove olyan, mint az élet a konyhapadlón: szűretlen, őszinte, mozduló igazság.

Mi ez:
Egy földhözragadt soul himnusz a fáradt erőseknek. Azoknak, akik adnak, de már tudják, mikor kell nemet mondani. Egy tánc az egyensúly és az együttérzés között – mintha Barry White a léleksebészeten járt volna.

Mi nem ez:
Nem segélykérés. Nem ego mutatvány. Nem műanyag „önszeretet” szlogen. Ez valódi fejlődés, valódi groove-val.

Ki Vagyok En

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Who I Am

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