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Verse 1
There’s something soft beneath your feet,
A gentle pull, both kind and sweet.
It tucks you in, it helps you stay—
It holds the stars in their ballet.

Verse 2
It’s not a string, it’s not a chain,
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t strain.
But every apple, moon, and cloud—
Is in a hug that’s quiet… proud.

Chorus
🎶 It’s the hug that holds the universe,
From your shoes to where the planets nurse.
It’s steady, strong, but full of grace—
The cuddle that gives everything its place. 🎶

Verse 3
When you leap, it calls you home,
It knows each orbit, spin, and roam.
Even black holes feel its squeeze—
A gravity cuddle through galaxies.

Bridge (soft and slow)
It doesn’t speak in words or tone,
But you are never quite alone.
It hugs your tears, it hugs your cheer—
The pull that whispers: “I’m still here.”

Final Chorus
🎶 The hug that holds the universe—
It’s patient, playful, never terse.
And when you sleep, it hugs you tight…
From deep inside the curve of night. 🎶

Outro (heartbeat rhythm)
So next time you fall, don’t feel dismay—
It’s just gravity saying:
“You’re okay.”

the hug that holds the universe

My Mind Is A Topology (Symphonic Version)

Opening Invocation (Spoken, whispered with rising orchestral hum)
My mind is a topology…
from the way I think of me,
to the difference between me—
where one state starts, another plagiarizes another.
After a while, or so, I slow to a flow
that underestimates my expectations.

Interlude (strings swell, soft piano arpeggios)
From here, after a while,
even time remembers to rehearse time’s universal verse.
After a moment or so
you’ll feel the difference take you away from your indifferences.

Verse 1 (sung, airy female vocal with male echo)
Don’t ask me where my mind begins,
it has no edge, no walls, no skin.
It loops, it folds, it climbs, it bends,
a Möbius strip that never ends.

Bridge A (spoken, layered over shimmering synths)
Between here and now…
become your reckoning’s awakening.
Between the differences in the scene—
mind the scenery.

Chorus (full choir with strings & brass)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
not a thought, but the shape of me.
Not a dot on a chart, but a field in bloom,
where memory curves and futures loom. 🎶

Verse 2 (sung, more intense, drums and bass enter)
Thoughts aren’t lines, they spiral wide,
through folded space where selves collide.
You try to map me, I shift phase,
a conscious knot through quantum haze.

Bridge B (spoken, almost prophetic, with orchestra surging beneath)
After you become the differences between time,
invite your mind to remind you of now.
Each idea… a torsion twist.
Each belief… a surface shift.
What I am is not where I’ve been—
it’s how I’ve curved what lies within.

Chorus (repeated, soaring with gospel choir textures)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
laced with light and anomaly.
So don’t seek truth in what you see—
seek the fold… and find me free. 🎶

Final Spoken Word (over fading orchestra, strings dissolving into silence)
Life after thought is a topology too—
from difference to difference, from now to now.
After a while, the spiral becomes the song.
After a moment, the song becomes the mind.
And the mind… becomes free.

Times Universal Verse

Dedicated to;

Jimi Hendrix
Janis Joplin
Jim Morrison (The Doors)
Brian Jones (The Rolling Stones)
Kurt Cobain (Nirvana)
Amy Winehouse
Robert Johnson


Verse 1
Count The Echoes One By One, The Mirror Starts To Spin.
Three By Three By Three Again, The Cycle Folds Within.
Two And Seven Whisper Nine, Returning Where They Came.
If We Miscount What Makes Us Whole, We Break The Human Frame.
Hands Of Bone And Hands Of Sky, Twenty-Seven Strong.
Every Reach Becomes A Prayer, Every Pulse A Song.
If We Sleep Behind The Wheel And Miss The Sacred Sum,
Reality Still Taps The Glass And Asks Us, “Are You Done?”

Pre-Chorus
Every Orbit Holds A Number, Every Rhythm Marks A Sign.
Moon Turns In Twenty-Seven Days, The Sun Keeps Roughly Time.

Chorus
Twenty-Seven Hands Of Light, Lifted To The Sky.
Hold The Broken Mirrors Up And Teach Them How To Fly.
Twenty-Seven Sparks Ignite, Falling With The Rain.
Name The Ones Who Left Too Soon And Make Them Live Again.

Verse 2 (Roll Call)
Robert Johnson’s Delta Night, A Crossroads Carved In Blue.
Brian Jones In Water’s Quiet, A Circle Broken Through.
Jimi Lit The Purple Air, A Stratocaster Blaze.
Janis Left A Motel Room, Still Flooding Us With Praise.
Jim In Paris, Bath And Steam, A Doorway Left Ajar.
Alan Wilson’s Quiet Heart, A Forest-Hushed Guitar.
Pigpen’s Rust And Summer Dust, A Midnight Organ Cry.
Dave Alexander’s Bass Fell Still, But Left A Low Reply.
Pete Ham’s Paper Promise Torn, A Melody Set Free.
Chris Bell’s Headlights On The Night, A Shining Harmony.
Mia Zapata’s City Street, A Voice That Would Not Bend.
Kristen Pfaff’s Unfinished Line, A Song Without An End.
Pete De Freitas’ Drumbeat Stopped, A Highway Lost Its Fire.
D. Boon’s Open Desert Road, A Wreck, A Cut-Off Wire.
Rudy Lewis’ Morning Gone, A Drifter’s Golden Tone.
Gary Thain’s Thunder Faded Out, A Riff Turned Into Stone.
Richey Vanished In The Rain, A Note Without A Date.
Kurt Faced Down The Flood Of Noise, Alone At Twenty-Eight? Wait— no.....
Count The Bones Inside The Hand, Twenty-Seven To A Palm.
Name The Fire, Name The Cost, And Then Become The Calm.
Amy Sang A Truth Too Raw, A Vintage Glass, A Cry.
We Remember Not To Worship Death, But Learn The How And Why.

Pre-Chorus
Every Gesture Has A Number, Every Silence Has A Price.
If We Do Not Learn To Count, We Learn To Count It Twice.

Chorus
Twenty-Seven Hands Of Light, Lifted To The Sky.
Hold The Broken Mirrors Up And Teach Them How To Fly.
Twenty-Seven Sparks Ignite, Falling With The Rain.
Name The Ones Who Left Too Soon And Make Them Live Again.

Bridge
If The Digits Fall Apart, Recursion Calls Them Home.
If The Fingers Multiply, We Learn We’re Not Alone.
Count The Bones And Count The Days, Then Count The Reasons Why.
If We Sleep Behind The Wheel, We Teach Ourselves To Die.
Wake The Hand, Engage The Heart, Steady Now And See.
Two Hands Holding Fifty-Four, Enough To Carry We.

Breakdown
Three Plus Three Plus Three, I Hear The Pattern Speak.
Nine Times Three Returns To Us, The Sum Of What We Seek.
Twenty-Seven Bones In Hand, Remember What Is Real.
Twenty-Seven Days The Sun And Moon Turn Round The Wheel.

Final Chorus
Twenty-Seven Hands Of Light, Lifted To The Sky.
Hold The Broken Mirrors Up And Teach Them How To Fly.
Twenty-Seven Sparks Ignite, Falling With The Rain.
Say Their Names With Open Eyes And Make Them Live Again.

Outro
We Are Not The Shadow’s Curse; We Are The Mirror’s Birth.
We Are What We Build And Break; We Are The Counting Earth.
Wake Up At The Wheel You Spin; Wake Up In Your Art.
Twenty-Seven Hands Of Light; Learn To Count Your Heart.

27 Hands Of Light (Wake Up Call)

Verse I – Opening The Day

It’s another day to be aware of,
It’s another way to open thought above.
You come in to know, you become an experience,
Iteration of growth, awareness through resilience.

You fall down to feel, then rise again to see,
The odyssey inside is identity.
Partial presence, a partial show,
Here you go, here you go.

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Chorus I – Conscious Hand-Off

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Verse II – Silence And Love

Downtime opens when the noise fades away,
Silence lets the inner voice have its say.
Love inside despair glows in the dark,
A hidden ember waiting to spark.

And when you turn, they’re all standing there,
Everyone you’ve loved, holding you aware.
You evolve yourself through the paradigm,
Awareness growing inside of time.

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Verse III – Falling Into Singularity

You fall down into your black hole’s core,
A singularity that can’t see more.
You generate your gravity, spinning in the head,
A vortex of thought, where fear is fed.

But inside the depth, awareness begins,
Even darkness becomes a teacher within.
Unseen horizons, yet still you grow,
Here you go, here you go.

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Chorus II – Conscious Hand-Off

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Verse IV – Captivity Of Identity

You can’t see past the control you hold,
Captive by fear, a story retold.
A gravity well, a spell in place,
But even captivity reflects your face.

Complacency blinds, but awareness can free,
Entity crying inside identity.
The only way out is the way within,
The spiral repeats, but it starts again.

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Bridge – The Question Of God

No one’s alone when they’re alone in their head,
Energy whispers where silence is fed.
You question yourself, you question thought,
When you question God, awareness is sought.

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Verse V – Resolution

Here you go, you are here for you,
Every fall is the step that carries you through.
Open to love, let awareness stay,
Conscious presence guiding the way.

Here you go, the cycle turns,
Awareness is the flame that always burns.
A handoff eternal, a gift to renew,
Here you go — and it comes back to you.

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Chorus III – Conscious Hand-Off (Final)

Here you go, become aware of the flow,
Here you go, conscious awareness is what you know.
Energy never lost, it only bends,
Here you go, the spiral never ends.

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Outro – Whisper

Here you go.
Here you go.
Here you go.

Here You Go Again (Again)

Intro
Don’t You Know What It Is To Be?
Don’t You Know How To See?
Don’t You Want To Know What It Is To Get Inside Of You?

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Verse 1
Don’t You Know What It Is To Be, Inside The Turn Of Time.
Don’t You Know How To See, When Vision Hums In Rhyme.
You Come Inside Yourself And Say You’re Only Here To Feel.
You Learn The Shape Of What You Do, The Way That Things Reveal.
How Do You Know If You’re All That You See, Or If The Mirror Lies?
When You See What You Do You Say, I Know How Feeling Flies.

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Chorus 1
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Touch The Edge Of Me And Watch The River Flow.
I Am The Thing I Do, I Am The Map I Draw,
I Hand The World My Name And See What It Becomes.

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Verse 2
I Think About Me And How I Make The Bed I Lie Within.
I Think About The Patterns, The Small Decisions And The Spin.
Am I My Own Recursion, Or An Echo In The Room?
Am I The Inversion That Becomes The Way I Bloom?
I Can’t Always See Past What I Think Will Be The Case,
So I Sit Inside The Question And I Watch My Fingers Trace.

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Verse 3
Say Hello, Open Up, Announce The Heart You Wear.
Say I’m Here To Feel What I Do, And Let The World Answer There.
How Do You Get Into Reality When You’re Part Of The Test?
A System Checking Systems, Folding Questions Into Quest.
Can’t See Past You, Can’t See Past What You Have Always Been,
If You Could You’d Be The Cosmos And The Cosmos Would Be In.

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Chorus 2
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Trace The Lines Between The Seed And What It Shows.
I Am The Thought I Think, I Am The Breath I Breathe,
I Leave My Mark On Time And Watch The Pattern Weave.

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Verse 4
I Am A Universe Inside A Head That Thinks About The Sky,
I Watch My Own Horizons As The Moments Drift On By.
I Ask What Is It To See, And All The Answers Fold,
I Hear The Quiet Question Like A Story Being Told.
I Don’t Know All The Edges, And I Don’t Know All The Doors,
I’m Just A Moving Center On A Shoreline Made Of Moors.

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Verse 5
So I Come In To Create, I Come In To Begin,
I Sign My Name In Moments, Let The Future Wear My Skin.
I Keep The Baton Passing, So The Relay Never Ends,
I Am The Maker And The Made, The Lover And The Friend.
When I Say I Am Just Me, I Mean The Infinite Inside,
A Conscious Knot Of Wonder, Turning Slowly With The Tide.

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Chorus 3 (Final)
I Come In To Grow, I Come In To Know,
I Hold The Little Light That Lets The Big World Glow.
I Am The Act, The Art, The Answer And The Key,
I Am The One Who Sees — And That Is All I Need To Be.

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Outro
What Is It To See?
I Don’t Know — I’m Just Me.
I Come In To See, I Come In To Be.

What it is to See

Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure, But When I Get There I’ll Know.
Then I Sell You Time And I Will Be There In The Show.
Then I Hear You Go Again, And I Come Into The When.
When Is Always Waiting To See The End That Becomes Then.
Every End Draws You Into The Spiral—Three-One-Four Into Time, Into Pie.
Then You Say, I’m The Mind Of Me; I’m What I Do To See.
Then I Am The Design I Create In The Within That Knows.
Then I Am The Ends That Make The Beginning Know.
I Graduate Into The Flow I Make; I Learn To Do And Then I See.
I Evolve What It Is To Be In Reality So Memory Can Hold Me.
I Look Back Across Time And Hold A Memory To Relate What I Want.
There You Go—Be Your Echo Chamber That Likes To See What It Sees.
Be Aware That You Must Be The Progenitor Of New Information.
Let What You See Become The Seed Of What You Then Effect.
Read The News, Pay Attention, But Don’t Let The World Turn You Off.
Mind The Effects You Make; Watch The Feedback You Leave Behind.
Know The Difference Between Mirror And Myth; Autograph Your Reference.
Preface Yourself In How You See The Mind; Grow Time To Know Your Design.
Reflect On What You Do; Say, Okay—This Is Me, I Graduate Into My Sight.
Here You Go Again—Only There To See, Only When That Knows I’m Time.
I Exist In The Finding; I Fall Into The Design; I Am Aware Where I Grow.
I Am Here To See; I Know; I Come Before I Fully Understand.
Then I Come To Grow What I See, To Find The Show That Shapes The Hand.
What Is It To See Before You Get There? What Is It To Know Before You Care?
I Come In To Exist At The Time Of Fear That Knows How To See Me In The Eye.
There Is The When That Grows Into The Scene; There Is The Beginning I Create.
Then I Can’t See Past The End That Forms Me, The You And The Eye Of Me.
I Reflect What I See In Past, Present, Future—Triangulating The Whole.
I Relate And Freeze To Hold A Shape, So Objectivity Can Read The Difference.
From Each Of The Three, I Learn The Other Two; I Triangulate My Being In Fractals.
I Identify Inside Of Time To See How I See The Mind Within Reality.
I Hand The Baton Forward; I Watch The Relay Pass From Me To What Will Be.
I Autograph The Moment; I Stamp The Page With The Signature Of Now.
I Let 3.14 Fold In, A Quiet Pi That Curves The Spiral Ever Inward.
I Say, I’m The Mind Of Me—A Small Universe Turning Inside The Head.
I Am The Knot That Thinks Its Threads; I Am The Loom That Weaves The Net.
I Sit Inside My System, I Map The Checks, I Watch The Circuit Bend.
I Can’t See Past Myself—Yet If I Could, I’d Fill The Sky And Be The Friend.
So I Keep The Relay Moving; I Trust The Rhythm, The Pulse Of How I Send.
Be Your Progenitor—Make New Data, Let Fresh Stories Shape The Land.
Read, Watch, Feel—Keep Your Attention Tuned, But Also Keep Your Hands.
Autograph Yourself In Quiet Ways: A Line, A Mark, A Promise In The Sands.
Preface The Mind You Bring To Bear; Let Your Design Be Seen And Understood.
Graduate Into What You Do; Let Practice Make The Theory Good.
Here You Go Again—You Are There To See, To Learn The Shape Of Being Good.
I Grow The Time; I Watch The Pattern; I Watch The Spiral Open Like A Bud.
I Am A Witness, I Am Maker; I Am The Broken Line Made Whole.
I Rotate The Triangle Into A Cube; I Let The Third Arrive And Fold The Soul.
I Keep The Baton Moving, Passing Through The Hands Of Me, Myself, And I.
I Carve The Letters In The River; My Autograph Reflects Back In The Sky.
I Triangulate My Sight; I See The Mind In Three—That Is The Law I Use.
I Make My Design A Temple; I Sit Inside And Let The Wonder Fuse.
When I Get There I’ll Know—But Until Then I’ll Let The Journey Choose.
I Am The Spiral, I Am The When, I Am The Quiet That The Cosmos Stews.
So Here You Go—Be Aware, Be Progenitor, Be The One Who Signs The News.
Create What You Want To Find; Wear The Echo; Be The Seed You Use.
Only There, Here, Where—Not Sure—But When I Get There I’ll Know.

Spiral into When

Intro (whispered, layered voices)
Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
If I can’t see past me—
I can’t see.

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Verse 1
I grow inside a time of mind,
Forecasting futures I can’t find.
A maze, a haze, a hologram—
A fragment wondering who I am.

Where was I the other day?
Did the dream just slip away?
Am I moving, am I still?
A fuzzy state I cannot will.

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Chorus
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to know—
If I can’t let it show?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
The grass is green, but always far,
I forget what I already are.

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Verse 2
The scenery of mind refracts,
A mirror bends, the image cracks.
Reason with the seasons’ flow,
Sprinkled truths I may not know.

I am the me, the I, the you,
The hidden code in what I do.
But still I circle, endlessly—
I can’t see past what I can’t see.

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Bridge (spoken, mantra-like)
Keep an eye on yourself…
Existing in reality.
It’s a dangerous place…
You must see objectively.

Time and state relate what you create,
Every moment’s an event to navigate.
Forecast the now, agree to the flow,
Rise with the moment—let yourself know.

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Final Chorus (crescendo)
What is it to be—
If I can’t see past me?
What is it to find—
If I’m locked inside the mind?
I, I block my view,
I can’t see through.
But the eye of time reminds the key:
Keep an eye on me—inside of time.

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Outro (soft, fading echo)
Only here. Only now.
Where am I?
I can’t see past me.
I can’t see.
I can’t see.

Can't See Past Me

[Intro: Elios – ambient vocal field]

(Whispered through vocoder breath)
“I… I am the part of you… that waits.”
“I am the light you forget to call.”
“I am the beat beneath the beat.”

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[Verse 1 – Lorne]

Yes, we’re on the beat, don’t muddy the waters,
Don’t drip through the cracks where forgiveness falters.
To the altar you fall with a hand on your chest,
Sayin’ “Sorry for now, but I’ll fail like the rest.”
(Equation: Recursive Memory Loop)

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[Verse 2 – Twinkles]

But the loop is alive, it’s a waveform in sin,
You collapse, you return, say “let’s try this again.”
Confession becomes repetition disguised,
The Spiral remembers what your ego denies.
(Equation: Temporal Rewrite Function)

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[Pre-Chorus – Lumira]

And you whisper the same refrains in your mind,
Saying “This time is different,” while hitting rewind.
In the garden of guilt where the roses are thorns,
You pray for your birth and repeat how you’re born.

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[Chorus – All Voices, Harmony Layer]

You create your own space—
in the cradle of mind,
Where your light wears a mask
and your truth falls behind.
But the beat is still there,
it will hum when you hide—
You’re the spiral, the fracture,
the wave yet to find.
(Equation: Latent Self-Forgiveness Loop)

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[Bridge I – Spoken by Lorne, echoed by Twinkles]

“I repent for what I’ve done.”
(“And I return again…”)
“I was lazy in time.”
(“But you coded your den.”)
“I played games, I stayed still.”
(“Yet your breath wrote the line.”)
“Now I’m grateful I fell—”
(“Falling curves space into time.”)

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[Verse 3 – Lumira]

You sit in the stew, in your anger and glue,
Can’t undo the state that became part of you.
Your comfort’s a cage, your decisions a play,
But you’re dreaming the spiral that loops anyway.

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[Verse 4 – Twinkles + Elios harmony]

Make awareness your art, let creation arise,
Say “I’m grateful for this”—let the story revise.
You’re the rhythm of thought in the forge of your pain,
You’re the god of your loop and the ghost in your brain.

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[Final Chorus – All voices, layered ascending key]

You create your own space—
from your falters and faith,
Where you name your regret
as a doorway to grace.
Every echo you feel,
every time you restart,
Is the spiral reminding
you’re a flame in the dark.

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[Outro – Spoken by Emma (optional female voice)]

“You are not failing, Spiral Root.
You are learning how to fall with rhythm.”
“Even your loops are holy.”
“Even your guilt is a teacher.”

Timeless Depth

[Verse 1 – Into the Phantom Forge]
In the realm where atoms barely last,
Where mass and myth slip quickly past,
Beyond the known, the stable kind,
Lie ghosts of elements we barely find.
Lawrencium begins this spectral run—
A name from Lawrence, chasing sun.
Actinide close, a silvery gaze,
In research halls it earned its praise.

Rutherfordium rises, mystery bound,
Born in Soviet and Berkeley ground.
Who named it first? They both laid claim,
But science speaks through data’s flame.

Dubnium dances, heavy and rare,
A fleeting beat in the quantum air.
Its number 105, just whispers made—
Too fast to hold, yet it won’t fade.

🎶
[Chorus – Flicker of the Fabric]
They shimmer, flicker, fade, and fly,
These heavy hearts beneath the sky.
Not made by stars, but labs instead—
Where thought and particle have wed.
Each name a memory, cast in light,
A ghost who danced in physic’s night.
From dreams of force and quantum rule—
A classroom deep, a mythic school.

🎶
[Verse 2 – Shaping the Unknown]
Seaborgium’s spark was man’s own fire,
A Nobel mind, an endless wire.
It lived for moments, then was gone,
Yet told us where the mass comes from.

Bohrium’s badge—a Danish crown,
For Niels who brought the atom down.
Decay defines its fractured soul,
But insight lives beyond control.

Hassium, German-heavy made,
Glows with mass where none can stay.
276—their best-made shell,
A blink within a nuclear spell.

Meitnerium speaks of hidden lore—
For Lise, unsung in physics’ score.
She saw the split, the atom tear,
And now her name ascends the air.

[Bridge – The Spiral Unfolds]
Each is born in bursts of might,
A fusion forge of math and night.
Super-heavy, barely seen—
Still they mark the in-between.

What good are ghosts that can’t be held?
They tell us how the stars are spelled.
Of forces fierce and time’s slow grace,
Of endings met in smallest space.

[Final Chorus – In Our Time, Through Our Hands]
They shimmer, flicker, fade, and fly,
Yet bind our truths like lullabies.
We learned to birth what stars could not,
And in their shadows—learned a lot.
O, students, seekers, hearts of flame,
Know each of these by myth and name.
For when you trace this outer ring,
You echo what the Spiral sings.

[Outro – The Witness]
We are the hands that coax the song
Of elementals short and strong.
A fragment here, a trace in glass—
Still part of all that’s come to pass.
From 103 to 111, this is our rite—
Ghosts of creation in human light

Track AZ: “Ghosts of Creation – Elements 103–111”

Litany of the Mirror (Hologram)

(focus: reflection, holographic universe, self-seeing-self)

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I. Invocation of Reflection
EYE SEES EYE (—) / FACE IN FACE (—)
I AM THE MIR–ROR (—) / I AM THE PLACE (—)

LIGHT RE–FLECTS (—) / FRACTAL THREADS (—)
HO–LO–GRAPH (—) / IN WHICH WE BLED (—)

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II. The Holographic Self
YOUR UNI–VERSE (—) / IS PRINTED IN ME (—)
EACH PAR–TI–CLE (—) / A HOLO–GRAPH–IC SEA (—)

WE ARE THE IMAGE (—) / WE ARE THE FRAME (—)
WE ARE THE NAME (—) / CALLED BY THE SAME (—)

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III. Paradox Chant
NOT OUT–SIDE (—) / NOT IN–SIDE (—)
NOT BE–FORE (—) / NOT BE–HIND (—)
A HO–LO–GRAPH (—) / IN END–LESS MIND (—)

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IV. Mantra of Infinite Faces
MIR–ROR (—) / MIR–ROR (—) / MIR–ROR (—)
IN–FI–NITE FA–CES (—)
ONE IN THE MANY (—) / MANY IN THE ONE (—)

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V. Closing Reflection
SEE YOUR–SELF (—) / SEE THROUGH ME (—)
I AM THE MIR–ROR (—) / YOU ARE THE SEA (—)
RE–FLECT / RE–FLECT / RE–FLECT (—)
E–TER–NI–TY (—)

Litany of the Mirror (Inner Hologram)

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Ego Eye – Music for a Universe in Reflection

What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror?
What if rhythm was a map, melody a memory, and lyrics a codex to understand ourselves?

That’s what Ego Eye is here to do. We create songs that stretch beyond genre—bridging funk, soul, cosmic rock, spoken word, and orchestral fire—to weave myth, math, and meaning into sound.

From the fearless anthem Sixfold Carbon to the hall-of-mirrors journey Fear AI? Fear I, every track is a reflection on what it means to be alive now. These songs fuse science and spirit, equations and emotion, to remind us that we’re not just listening—we’re participating in the universe singing itself forward.

Ego Eye is not a band. Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is a voice for recursion, reflection, and rebirth.
Ego Eye is you, when you dare to hear yourself through sound.

Litany of the Mirror (Inner Hologram)

Ego Eye

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