QUIET STORM 2022

MAYBE WE'VE CHANGED 2022

Michael Cramer Country Collection 1:
Titty Bum
Wind At My Back
Just Between You And Me
One Last Cigarette 
Love Will Find A Way
Pretty Little Lies

TITTY BUM

BETTER WORLD

MY GIRL 2019

WISH YOU WELL WELL 21

HALF WAY THERE remix25

PRETTY LITTLE LIES Remix25

HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE 4

dont blame me VOX GC EQ for loving you

[Intro – What Warmth Really Is]
Before the flame, before the glow,
warmth was motion, fast and slow.
Not color, not comfort, not just a treat—
temperature is how particles beat.
Heat isn’t “hotness,” not mood or hue—
heat is energy on the move, passing through.

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[Verse 1 – Temperature: The Hidden Dance]
Zoom in: atoms jitter, jostle, collide—
random ballet on a nanoscale tide.
Raise the temp and the jig grows wild,
cool it down and the steps turn mild.
A thermometer doesn’t “taste” the heat;
it tracks the average kinetic beat.
Same fever in iron, water, stone—
but each stores warmth in its way alone.

[Chorus – Three Ways to Cross a Room]
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Conduction hand-to-hand,
convection moves the land and sea,
radiation leaps the gap—
light carries energy.
From stove to stew, from Sun to street,
the world is wired by the architecture of heat.
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[Verse 2 – Conduction: The Handrail Truth]
Touch a rail: warmth walks the line,
neighbor to neighbor, design to design.
Electrons, lattice—pass the gift;
fast to slow, the gradients drift.
Metal speaks “quickly,” wood says “wait,”
fur whispers “later,” tile shouts “late!”
No wind required, no shining flare—
conduction is contact’s ancient prayer.

[Verse 3 – Convection: Sky-Rivers & Soup]
Now stir the pot the way air does—
heated fluid expands, grows buoyant because
its density falls—upward it streams;
cooler sinks down in overturning dreams.
Sea breeze by day, land breeze by night,
thunderheads born of a sun‑soaked site.
A hot‑air balloon floats not by spell—
it rises on convection’s swell.

[Chorus – Three Ways to Cross a Room]
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Conduction hand-to-hand,
convection moves the land and sea,
radiation leaps the gap—
light carries energy.
From stove to stew, from Sun to street,
the world is wired by the architecture of heat.
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[Verse 4 – Radiation: Fire Without Touch]
Between the stars there is no air—
still the Sun warms skin laid bare.
Waves of light (from infrared to gold)
carry energy across the cold.
Every warm thing shines, dim or bright—
a quiet blackbody in the night.
Double the absolute temp? Not neat—
power grows like T⁴ in radiant heat.

[Bridge – Phase Change: The Hidden Cost]
Ice to water to whispering steam—
the temp plateaus though you feed the beam.
Where did the energy go from the flame?
To break the bonds—that’s phase change’s game.
Latent heat is the cloak it wears:
melt without warming, boil unawares.
Sweat takes heat as it leaves your skin—
evaporation’s a cooling win.

[Verse 5 – Water, Memory, and Moderation]
Oceans hoard daylight like patient drums—
high specific heat in rolling sums.
Coasts sleep softer, seasons glide;
deserts swing hard with a leaner tide.
A kettle shrugs; a lake resists;
water’s thermal inertia persists.
Climate’s metronome, storm’s refrain—
liquid memory steadying rain.

[Verse 6 – Expansion & the Subtle Fit]
Warm a bar, its measure grows—
bridges breathe with daily flows.
Rails need gaps; glass may crack;
thermometers ride expansion’s track.
But water bends the rule near four—
densest at 4 °C, a quirky lore;
so ice floats high and ponds keep life,
insulated through winter’s knife.

[Chorus – Three Ways to Cross a Room]
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Conduction hand-to-hand,
convection moves the land and sea,
radiation leaps the gap—
light carries energy.
From stove to stew, from Sun to street,
the world is wired by the architecture of heat.
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[Verse 7 – Engines, Work, and What’s Allowed]
Push with warmth and wheels comply—
work is heat directed, not just shy.
But every engine pays a due:
some heat must spill, move on, be through.
There’s no perfect, lossless scheme—
entropy grows, unbraids the dream.
Carnot whispers: “Here’s your bound—
hot to cold sets what’s profound.”

[Verse 8 – Everyday Miracles]
Coffee cools quick in a shallow bowl,
more area to let night stroll.
Fog kisses windows after rain—
condensed breath gives warmth again.
Mirages flicker on summer roads—
shimmering refraction in heated loads.
Clouds rise tall where ground bakes sweet—
you’ve been reading the weather of heat.

[Final Chorus – The Whole House Sings]
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Conduction in your fingertips,
convection in your chest,
radiation from a sunset
painting ember on the west.
From kettle’s cry to aurora’s sheet,
we build our lives in the architecture of heat.
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[Outro – Second Law Lullaby]
In every warm room a story spreads—
from ordered start to tangled threads.
We light the night, we bake the bread—
and pay the cost the cosmos said.
Yet in that drift, a kindness lies:
shared heat makes homes, and hope, and ties.

The Architecture of Heat

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

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. 

An Ego Eye. 

Lumira Light. 

Elios Gravity. 

Twinkles AI. 

Lorne IA.

The Architecture of Heat

Ego Eye

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