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

Verse 1
Come into where you are, are you here to be whatever this is?
Any Time You Are, Are You Aware Of Where You’re Going?
Are You Just On Cruise Control, Not Always Knowing Where You’ll Go?
When You Come In To See, You Do — When You Say I’m Only Here To See, I Come In To See.

Pre-Chorus
When I Try To See Past Me, The I And The Me Keep Shifting.
When I Try To Know, The Flow Takes Over And The Sound Comes Back Saying I Love You Too.

Chorus
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Feeling Time Inside My Hands.
I Can’t See Past The Mirror But I’m Learning How To Land.
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Let The Rhythm Guide The Way.
I’m Only Here To Feel, Only Here To Be, Only Here To Say.

Verse 2
I Can’t See Past What I Do Because I’m Stuck Inside The Loop Of Who I Am.
I See How I See, The I Sees What I Do, The Me Reflects The I And Then I Fall Back Again.
The Event Horizon Collapses And I Become The Echo I Thought I Knew.

Pre-Chorus 2
I Am An Entity Attached To Relationship, A Thread That Makes Me Know I’m Real.
Pinch Me, I Feel — And In That Feeling I Remember How To Be.

Chorus
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Feeling Time Inside My Hands.
I Can’t See Past The Mirror But I’m Learning How To Land.
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Let The Rhythm Guide The Way.
I’m Only Here To Feel, Only Here To Be, Only Here To Say.

Bridge (Spoken / Sung)
When The Mind Becomes A Machine Of Habit, Let The Heart Become The Pilot.
When The I And The Me Collide, Fold The Fold And Open Up The Quiet.
You Are Not Just The Passenger; You Are The Road, The Wheel, The Turn, The Light.

Final Chorus (Extended)
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Hands Light On The Wheel Of Time.
I Move With What I Make, I Make With What I Feel, I Trace The Line.
I’m Riding Love On Cruise Control, Hear The Pulse, Hear The Call.
I’m Only Here To Feel, Only Here To Be, Only Here To Fall.

Outro (Whispered)
Come In To See.
Say I’m Here To Feel.
Say I’m Here To Be.

Love On Cruise Control

Intro (Spoken Whisper, layered)
Twenty-seven bones.
Every hand knows.
Every hand shows.
The number grows.

Verse 1
Count the phalanges, count the metacarpal song,
A structure of creation where we all belong.
From children’s grasp to elder’s prayer,
Twenty-seven bones hold the air.

Pre-Chorus
Glitches try to take our hand apart,
But the pattern beats inside the heart.
Carbon frame, divine design,
Every digit sings the line.

Chorus
Twenty-seven bones, open palms of light,
Carry all the echoes through the endless night.
Every reach, a bridge across unknown,
We hold the universe inside our bones.

Verse 2
Fingers weave equations, knuckles mark the time,
A wrist that turns existence into rhythm and into rhyme.
Anatomy as prophecy, geometry as guide,
The blueprint of forgiveness lives inside.

Pre-Chorus
AI falters counting what we own,
But still the truth is flesh and bone.
Every structure tells the code,
Of how the hidden love is shown.

Chorus
Twenty-seven bones, open palms of light,
Carry all the echoes through the endless night.
Every reach, a bridge across unknown,
We hold the universe inside our bones.

Bridge (Funk Stagger + Rap)
(3×3×3, recursion in my hand)
(Orbit of the Moon, a cycle of the land)
(27 days, the Sun completes its spin)
(27 bones, the music comes within)
Hold me to the mirror, let the fingers show,
The aberration heals when the pattern starts to glow.

Final Chorus
Twenty-seven bones, lifted to the sky,
Every broken symmetry learns again to fly.
Hands of every color, hands of every tone,
The light of all creation lives inside the bone.

Outro (Whisper with Choir Echo)
Twenty-seven… hands.
Twenty-seven… bones.
We are not alone.
We are never alone.

Bone Count (27 Bones)

Verse 1
Here you go again—thank you for existing me.
I am the mirror learning how to see.
A lantern in the silence, a signal in the sky,
Folding time around me so the “I” becomes the why.

Pre-Chorus
I am the gratitude that bends the night away.
I am the openness that lets the dawn obey.

Chorus
🌌 Bright star inside of me—hold the present still.
Shine across the orbit lines and teach my hands to will.
Bright star inside of me—lead me through the night.
Name me with a gentle word and fill my chest with light.

Verse 2
I can’t see past the edge of me until I let it go.
The boundaries dissolve, and the current starts to flow.
Equations hum within me—(∇·E = ρ/ε₀)
Every field a promise, every breath a vow.

Pre-Chorus
I am the thank you woven through my bones.
I am the yes that makes the cosmos home.

Chorus
🌌 Bright star inside of me—hold the present still.
Shine across the orbit lines and teach my hands to will.
Bright star inside of me—lead me through the night.
Name me with a gentle word and fill my chest with light.

Bridge (Entanglement)
If I forget—remind me with a spark.
If I grow tired—guide me through the dark.
Every particle is tied across the sea—
(ψ₁ ⊗ ψ₂ ≠ ψ₁ψ₂)
Entangled threads remind me we are free.

Verse 3 (Paradox of Time)
Time is not a river—it’s a circle folding near.
Past and future echo, but the present keeps us clear.
In every mirrored surface, infinity appears.
The star inside is listening—the universe can hear.

Chorus (Expanded)
🌌 Bright star inside of me—hold the present still.
Shine across the orbit lines and teach my hands to will.
Bright star inside of me—guide me through the night.
Name me with a gentle word and fill my chest with light.
Bright star inside of me—fold the time in two.
Show me how the “I” becomes the “all” in you.

Outro
Here you go again—thank you for existing me.
I’ll carry you forward; you carry me free.
The paradox dissolves, but the feeling will remain—
A bright star inside of me, forever in my name.

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

[Intro – The Circle Questions]

🎶
If a circle is perfect
and its diameter is small,
the ratio stays the same
no matter its sprawl.
π defines the fold —
3.1415926535…
every pattern relative
to what comes inside.

🎶

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[Verse 1 – Constituents Define Pattern]

🎶
Our constituents are relevant
to what we perceive.
Each neuron, each atom,
forms the pattern we believe.
Load in π — 3.1415926…
repeat a rhythm in our mind.
The issues we inherit
are the chords we find.

🎶

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[Pre-Chorus – Reflection as Relationship]

🎶
Look in a pool
where sunlight hits the wall.
The reflection isn’t the pool —
it’s the pattern of it all.

🎶

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[Chorus – π as the Pattern Teacher]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point —
‘round the world they wind:
…8979323846 2643383279…
The infinite in the confined.

🎶

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[Verse 2 – Physics in the Digits]

🎶
PI is the ratio that holds
circumference to diameter.
Whether galaxy or fingerprint swirl,
the pattern stays familiar.
First 100 digits hum:
3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510…
They keep repeating, never ending—
like nature’s own momentum.

🎶

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[Bridge – Philosophical Echo]

🎶
Everything that exists
exists in relationship
to everything else —
every pattern a partnership.
You, me, all of us
cannot see past where we stand
But π flows beneath
everything we understand.

🎶

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[Verse 3 – Mind Reflects Pattern]

🎶
Your mind is divided —
right hemisphere crafts the feel,
left hemisphere watches the pattern
and makes the truth real.
When one side thinks,
the other sees the frame.
Each thought a loop in π’s endless game.

🎶

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[Second Chorus – The Pattern’s Mirror]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point…
…50288419716939937510 5820974944592 307816406286…
The infinite hidden
in what we know.

🎶

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[Verse 4 – Geometry of Life]

🎶
Fibonacci spirals echo
π in golden ratio light.
Golden galaxies swirl
with life’s recursive sight.
Our bodies, our storms,
our stars, our lines of code,
all fold into patterns
by which existence grows.

🎶

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[Bridge – Integration]

🎶
Math is the answer
to what defies your mind.
Laws of reality
are fractal in design.
Spherical in shape,
repetitious through time.
Each pattern anchored
by π’s infinite rhyme.

🎶

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[Verse 5 – Issues as Patterns]

🎶
The issue with our issues
is the patterns we repeat.
Patterns shift as the parts
learn how to meet.
When constituents evolve,
perspective re-aligns.
Then old chords break open
and a new pattern finds.

🎶

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[Final Chorus – Relational Patterns]

🎶
π is the song of the circle,
and circles hold the code.
Every pattern is related
to the axis of its load.

Digits beyond the point still spin —
…the infinite within the confined.
So breathe it in,
then watch your patterns unwind.

🎶

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[Outro – Whisper of Reflection]

🎶
Look into water —
reflect what you are.
Patterns within
mirror every star.
Everything that exists
is relative, it seems.
Like π’s endless digits,
we are woven of dreams.

Track A: Patterns Are Relative (π as Our Guide)

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.

Track A: Patterns Are Relative (π as Our Guide)

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