A mid-tempo movement anthem fusing ancient Lakota prayer with modern sonic textures, “Teach Me How to Trust” bridges the sacred and the digital. Tribal percussion and warm analog synths lay the foundation, while ethereal vocal chops echo the invocation: “Heart, mind, intuition, inner knowing….” Lyrics weave puns of 2025 tech-culture — “update your heartware,” “inner-net connection” — to engage younger listeners in a collective reconnection protocol. Stripped-back moments highlight whispered prayers; full-band choruses burst into a communal uplift, inviting every soul to walk in balance with each passing sun.

Teach Me

POVRATAK

The mind wanders off again, probably to aisle nine.
Somewhere between purpose and paper towels, it forgets why it came.
Philosophers hum under supermarket lights, and the soup cans are whispering secrets they overheard from God.
Nothing’s broken, but nothing’s fixed either.
That’s just how it goes when the brain starts thinking for sport.

Lyrics:

milk, rent, therapy, snack aisle
I blink and forget which part was supposed to matter
everyone looks like they know what they’re buying
I’m just here trying to remember why I came

caffeine and consequence, aisle nine philosophy
capitalism’s two for one anxiety policy
price tags scream louder than my phone
mayonnaise went up again guess I won’t
bought comfort food, returned self doubt
coupon expired, brain tapped out
I’m comparing religions in the frozen peas
one says pray, one says please
thinking about aliens, taxes, rent
if I believed in balance, where it went
every cart’s a metaphor, everyone’s pretending
I think too loud for a happy ending

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

call my mom nah
buy a plant yeah
start a cult wait
take a nap same
check my phone nope
read the news nope
find myself where
wash my hair tomorrow

if focus was currency, I’d still be broke
attention span’s a rumor that I kinda wrote
I google peace, forget to hit search
accidentally joined another self help church
my reflection asked me what I need
I said a refund for existing, guaranteed
every aisle’s an existential loop
I talk to soup cans, they talk back too
manifest destiny, manifest debt
manifest the feeling I haven’t met yet
the manager asks if I’m doing okay
define okay. define day.

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

write a list lost it
drink water classic
be normal pass it
set goals elastic
eat fruit later
fix sleep never
do better sure
think less never
think less never
think less never
think less never

okay okay
you’re safe you’re fine
there’s food in the cart that means something
breathe in
no wait
did I
forget something
I think I
it’s gone
I don’t know what it was
but I know it mattered

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it

I should

The Thinker

another 1 from scratch for your head tops, first time makin my own synths & keyboard chords

The star

Zero sugar-coating, 100% earned grit.
It’s the song that plays when the overtime check clears but your EKG looks like a seismograph.
Every construction site, oilfield, factory floor, and long-haul cab in America will know every word by the second week. Play it loud on a job-site Bluetooth speaker at quitting time.
Leave the tin on the dash and the windows down.
This one’s for the ones who keep the world turning one buzz at a time.

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🎄💥 “GRINCH FIGHT IN THE SNOWLIGHT”

K-Pop × Country × Pop × Glitch — Viral Track Concept

🔥 SONG DESCRIPTION (Short & Viral)

A high-energy hybrid track mixing catchy K-pop melodies, country twang swagger, and hard glitch drops.

You square up with the Grinch in a neon-lit snowy showdown after he tries to steal Christmas (again).
Banjo riffs meet 808s, glitch stutters, cowboy chants, K-pop harmonies, and a bass drop so nasty it knocks ornaments off every tree in Whoville.

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Mayzon Jard just poured the sweetest, stickiest glitch-country slow-jam of the year straight into your veins.  
This one’s thick like molasses on a subwoofer, slow like 3 a.m. confessions, and smoother than whatever’s in that cup.

“brown suga” – 808s that drip, banjos that blush, vocals that taste like caramel and bad decisions.

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brown suga

Merry Christmas from Taryn Del Laney and Knok Jard

Christmas system reset

🎧 AUDIO STORY — RAISED BY THE INTERNET

“Raised by the Internet” is designed to sound like growing up online.

The song doesn’t just tell a story — it moves the listener through the experience, using sound, space, and contrast to mirror how a generation was raised.

Intro — The Radio Voice

The distorted intro feels like an old broadcast bleeding into the present. It represents adults saying “it’s just a phase” — unaware that something permanent has already begun. The lo-fi texture sets the tone: this isn’t clean, and it isn’t controlled.

Verses — Reality

Mayzon Jard’s verses are grounded and dry in the mix on purpose. The vocal sits close, almost unprocessed, symbolizing real life — parents working late, kids alone in glowing rooms, responsibility creeping in quietly. The guitars are restrained, the drums steady. This is stability trying to survive chaos.

Pre-Chorus — Tension

As the pre-chorus builds, subtle pads and rising harmonies enter. This represents the pressure building — the moment before the scroll never stops. Emotion starts to swell, but nothing explodes yet. That restraint mirrors the anxiety of knowing something is wrong but not knowing how to stop it.

Chorus — The Heart

Taryn Del Laney’s chorus is wide, emotional, and open. Her voice floats above the instruments, symbolizing vulnerability — the inner voice of kids and teens growing up in public. The melody is intentionally simple and honest, because the truth usually is. This is where listeners feel seen.

The line “I was raised by the internet” lands like a confession, not an accusation.

Verse Two — Awareness

When Mayzon returns, the production thickens slightly. This reflects awareness — understanding the damage while still living inside it. The beat feels heavier, the guitars more present. Time has passed, and the cost is clearer.

Glitch Breakdown — Overload

Knox Jard’s glitch section is the emotional core of the song. The beat stutters, vocals distort, and silence cuts abruptly. This is what digital overload sounds like — fragmented identity, comparison culture, noise without rest. The chaos is intentional. It’s uncomfortable because it’s honest.

This section isn’t meant to be polished. It’s meant to feel like the mind buffering under pressure.

Bridge — Reflection

When the music strips back, space returns. This represents a moment of clarity — stepping outside the noise long enough to ask who am I without it? The production breathes here, creating contrast with the overload that came before.

Final Chorus — Growth

The key change and stacked vocals in the final chorus symbolize connection and healing. All voices come together — parent, daughter, son — representing understanding across generations. The sound opens up because growth creates space.

The chant and harmonies feel communal on purpose. This isn’t a solo experience anymore. It’s shared.

Outro — Presence

The quiet ending leaves the listener grounded. No glitch. No distortion. Just a voice and space. It represents choosing presence over noise — not deleting the internet, but no longer letting it define you.

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A cool dad with a rebel streak, I spin tracks that light up the room and get people moving. My mixes blend country grit, rock energy, and whatever else sparks my imagination—because music should never stay in one lane. Behind the decks, I’m not just playing songs; I’m speaking my truth, dropping lyrics that hit from the heart, and bringing fresh ideas to every beat. I’m here to have fun, shake things up, and prove that dad life only made me louder, wiser, and way more creative.

If you’re ready for something real, something different, and something that hits your soul as hard as it hits your feet—welcome to my sound.

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