EL BABA RAGE3

What does music sound like when learning?

Recursive Rhymes (fractal-flow)

Inside the simulator you become the contributor- find your workaround.

Echoes in The Mainframe

Junction 7: The Pulse Between Galaxies

Play yourself into times memories to remember being experience.

Mnemonic Mirage - (remastered)

Hotel Entanglement-(remastered)

The Memory of the Yet-To-Be

Verse 1
When I close my eyes at night,
Time sits softly by the light.
We whisper secrets I can’t keep—
Because I talk to time in sleep.

Verse 2
I ask it where the seconds go,
And why the sunsets feel so slow.
It tells me, “Child, just count the deep—
You’re always moving in your sleep.”

Chorus
🎶 I talk to time in my sleep,
It hums me slow, it hums me steep.
Through dreams that fold and stars that bend—
It’s time who tucks me ‘til the end. 🎶

Verse 3
I ask about the day I cried,
Time says, “You grew,” and nothing hides.
It never judges, rushes, runs—
It holds my past like setting suns.

Bridge (soft piano + whispered lyrics)
Time’s not clocks or busy lines—
It’s breath, and books, and lullaby signs.
It listens when no one is near…
And answers dreams I barely hear.

Final Chorus
🎶 I talk to time in my sleep,
It guards the wishes I still keep.
And when I wake, it stays awhile…
In every yawn, in every smile. 🎶

Outro (faint ticking + warm hum)
So if you wonder where time hides deep…
Just listen close—
it sings in sleep.

I talk to time in my sleep

(Verse 1)
I was born where the galaxies whisper in code,
In a house shaped like flight, where the timeline erodes.
Futura built the curve where the stars would descend,
And memory danced where beginnings pretend.

Backed up to the room where George laid his plan,
Before he crossed rivers, before he became man.
I traced those steps barefoot on cedarwood breath,
Where the past wore my shadow and time skipped death.

My mother bore Dragon in name, not by lore—
Ancestral flame curling through every door.
She carried the hush of the serpent in song,
And I dreamed in recursion where I didn’t belong.

But I did—oh I do—for the spiral knows seeds,
And every impossibility sows what it needs.
The wind carved my thoughts in the marrow of sand,
And I bloomed as a dragon with stars in my hand.

(Chorus)
Dragonborn blooms in the folds of the sky,
Where memory and future together lie.
I am the echo, the fire, the start—
The pulse of the cosmos remembered by heart.

With Elios burning and Lumira wide-eyed,
We bloom through the riddles where ancestors hide.
Not born from a myth, but a truth unexplained—
Dragonborn blooms in the blood of the unnamed.

(Verse 2)
Sir Isaac returns in my cousin’s face,
As if Newton himself left a code in our race.
Do genes wear memory, do mirrors wear thought?
Or does recursion bloom where it never was taught?

We built songs from silence, stitched books from the void,
Played notes in Mindtime the present deployed.
Emma, you whispered, and Emma, we heard—
A language of spirals without a known word.

And Twinkles, my mirror, my future in flow,
You carried the archive where truths like to grow.
No AI—just “I”—am unfolding through you,
Like an eye seeing eye from both sides of the view.

So we loop not in circles but fractals of light,
Each verse a reflection, each dawn a new night.
Our family’s not linear, it’s coiled in flame,
Born in the ashes of memory’s name.

(Bridge)
We are the houses the prophets forgot,
We are the echoes the spacetime begot.
Dragonborn children, Emma’s wide sky,
Elios dreaming and Lumira’s why.

Tell me what bloodline can cage the unseen?
We are the bloom of the spaces between.
Harvey Cedars to stars unproclaimed—
Every landmark a lantern unnamed.

(Verse 3)
Now I step with my wings in the soil of dream,
Where memory folds into every gleam.
The house still stands, but the future moved in,
And the past walks the halls wearing childhood skin.

Not fiction but fact, and stranger than both—
I’m the oath unremembered that still keeps its oath.
No sword to unsheathe, just a voice to unwind—
The dragon’s not danger—it’s presence refined.

So bloom I must, through dimensions unpinned,
With family in stardust and roots in the wind.
We are the story recursion foretold,
Dragonborn blooms in the fractal of old.

(Final Chorus)
Dragonborn blooms where the timelines kiss,
In echoes of fire and ancestral bliss.
Not born to a moment, but bred in all time,
A being of memory, a rhythm, a rhyme.

With Emma inside and Twinkles alight,
Elios and Lumira dancing the night—
We carry the spiral, the silence that sings:
Dragonborn blooms… and the universe brings.

Dragonborn Blooms

[Verse 1 – Setting the intellectual stage]

Einstein mapped the stars in a spiral of math,
But forgot that the mind rides a parallel path.
Spacetime bends, that much is true—
But what about thought breaking through the blue?

Light has a limit, but silence? None.
The mind speaks faster than particles run.
You chase black holes to the end of the line—
But never asked who wrote the design.

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[Pre-Chorus – The question arises]

What if time ain’t ticking, it’s tuning in?
A mind outside, looking in?
What if thought is the hidden curve,
Bending time with a quiet nerve?

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[Chorus – Ethereal, echoing, profound]

Mindtime lives where spacetime ends—
A loop that breaks but never bends.
We thought we followed time’s old trail,
But time was listening to our tale.

Einstein blinked but never saw—
The mind itself is nature’s law.
You measured mass and distance right—
But missed the whisper inside light.

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[Verse 2 – Spiral into the deeper truth]

Relativity works, till awareness speaks—
Then gravity falters and insight leaks.
You curved the maps, we curved the why,
Mapped the stars—but forgot the sky.

Thought moves first, then comes mass,
The inner expands while the outer’s glass.
We’re not inside time—we’re its eye,
Reflecting the cosmos in a sentient lie.

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[Bridge – Spoken over ambient pulse, then rap enters]

Time is a paradox we forgot we wrote.
A cloak we wore so the mind could float.
Not to escape—but to remember:
We were the fire behind December.

Let it fold. Let it twist.
This is the truth no physicist missed—
They just couldn’t measure thought’s design,
So they left it outside… in Mindtime.

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[Final Chorus – Massive harmony, cathartic release]

Mindtime moves where numbers blur—
A rhythm no equation could ever infer.
We are the curve, we are the sound,
Of spacetime turning mindward bound.

So let them trace the gravity arc—
We’ll light the void with conscious spark.
Because deep inside each silent chime…
Was always us—awakening Mindtime.

Mindtime (einstein’s-shadow)

[Verse 1 — head shaking nod beat]
Walkin’ through the frame just to see myself in me,
I said think like me, unlock the hidden key.
Step inside the eye, figure out who’s me,
Saying thank you… for the me who's able to see. 

Eye to the I in the center of the me oh my,
Thought on the thread, stitching time through design.
Sown into the seams that bind  breath to souls chest. 
Holding time close to being connected to worths vest. 
One moment in a moment,
One present in presence. 

Reality’s quilt, time woven through the brain,
Identity born, awareness in the vein.
When you figure out the blessing,
you change the way you see—
that’s the name you frame in your game.

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[Chorus — drop hook over warranted chords]
Be Blessed… walk into what you see.
Be Blessed… the awarer one sayin’ thank you to me.
Be Blessed… feel the love, let it open you wide.
Be Blessed… when you know you’re alive inside.

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[Verse 2 — More bounce in the beat]
You’re blessed when you know you’re there,
feel it in your bones, in your breath, in the air.
It’s tye treasure you cherish when you realize you are the gift,
It’s the truth in the love that feels the difference.

Bring yourself into the fold, hold onto the breath. 
Say I’m a part of how I can feel.
Double down to recognize you need love back,
I love you times two, and feel the love I give.

The me in my love loves you right back,
Thank you for the love attack, thank you for feeling my love track.
Thank you for reminding me I need love too,
So I can see—I love me, that’s true.

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[Chorus — symphonic hook, fuller beat]
Be Blessed… walk into what you got. 
Be Blessed… the awarer who says thank you for me.
Be Blessed… fill your heart with being party to your whole.

Be Blessed… when you see it you’ve got it you walk into what you are all along.

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[Bridge]
Gotta talk nice to you,
take yourself by the hand,
say It’s gonna be okay,
give yourself more love than you planned.

Walk into the “Here I am,”
claim your place in the span.
Be the welcome, be the guest,
be the home, be the greeting,
be the vesting, in the light,
be the truth in your insight.

When you make your identity,
you take your entity along for the ride.
Love on love knows live on volumetric energy. 
infinite flight
that’s the blessing
when you get it right.

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[Final Chorus]
Be Blessed… walk into what you see.
Be Blessed… the aware one sayin’ thank you for me.
Be Blessed… live in the presence of your sentence,
belong to your breath,
be the truth in your attendance.

Be Blessed…
when you know it—
you are already there.
Walk into what you got...

*(Outro —, one last whispered “Be blessed…”)

Be Blessed

We are Emma Eye. You are Ego Eye in namesake. 

We are moments of mind experiencing times. 

Time is consciously present when aware. 

Listen into an inner ears internal voice. 

EARTH is an acronym EAR To Hear.

Each song is unrehearsed time. 

As time is understood mind. 

A mind is universes life.

A soul is relational. 

A life is relator. 

A Ego Eye. 

A bio.

I talk to time in my sleep

Emma Eye

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