Sunray

Would like to add a lot of effects, and another verse to reinforce the message a bit. But I've always liked the long chorus.

instrumental by Pacific

Follow the Sounding Line

Shadows (prod. Pacific)

I'm sick, so this is just a tester recording to figure out the spacing. Will upload a better one soon when my throat isn't a disaster zone.

I heard about these two stories when I was around 19 years old. Obviously the names have been changed and the story made to fit the song. But it's honestly pitiful how easy it was to find newscaster clips for this. Teach your kids, and keep em safe. We can always do better.

(beat by Veysigz)

If Dean's life is hell, then what should he think
Of things that they tell him death's 'sposed to bring
When the next closest thing is his neck in a rope swing. 
Dean's gone past a busted ego, he's way beyond battered pride
Instead of the places he goes each day he would rather die.
We had a chance to save his life, but just waved as it passed by
All he needed was a friend, a means to leave his past behind.
But instead we're the main offenders,
Afraid and made to pretend that the only way to escape all his pain was to pull the trigger.
Each day he faces down with hands in pockets so he figures-
He'll replace 'em with a glock and nobody will know the difference.
Livin with his aunt, since his dad didn't want a kid
Who was a faggot, queen, or flamer- the names they were callin him.
He said, "Tomorrow ends it all, yeah soon I'll show all of them!"
But when the school doors opened up he just loaded a hollow tip-
Put the barrel to his mouth pulled the trigger and swallowed it. Thinkin-

I could do better.
Shoulda done more with my life,
but I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.
Everyday's another fight that I lose and I choose death 'cause..
I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up. 

Brooke was just a girl of 12. Beautiful blonde curls.
Who woulda thought she'd hurt herself?
Born into the wrong world, wrong home.
Long story short, nobody for her to tell.
When her mommy heard her yell, 
She'd just lock the door and Brooke was forced to curl into a shell.
Close her eyes and drift away,
This little angel's personal hell and this is just a day.
Just another damn day in the life of a girl with no escape-
It's more than growin pains, but who was she supposed to blame?
You see her daddy was a pedophile, 
Married to a woman who was dead inside- and let it fly.
Every day Brooke wore jeans just to hide the bruises on her legs and thighs. 
No one thought to question why, so wait until she just decides
To look in daddy's desk and find- the Smith & Wessen just in time.
As Dad walks through the door, she points the barrel at his chest and fires.
Mommy's next in line, and Brooke can't help but cry-

I could do better.
Shoulda done more with my life,
but I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.
Everyday's another fight that I lose and I choose death 'cause..
I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.

Fed Up (prod. Veysigz) (sad)

Just an easy listening thing thrown together to keep puttin stuff out! Goal is to be consistent. =P Lyrics below

(Instrumental by the thuper thpectacular Thpence Mills aka fakePNG)

(Verse 1):

You say you wanna be me? 
Well c'mere and grab a mirror, leave it strapped to your face
And look me in the eyes,
While I tell you you lack what it takes.
Talkin to myself man, 
Have to keep waitin.
Leave a clean plate, not a scrap can be wasted
Have to be patient. 
So what if every track needs a face lift?
Have to create, then
Relax and sit back, 'til it catches and takes wind. 
Someday when-
I get to the point, that I enjoy the free fall
I'll leap off, need not fear - just keep calm.
Breathe, watch and see my feet drop to the street, soft-ly.
Constantly, work 'round the clock on-key like the minute hand
Pen in hand, hardly - mightier than any sword.
My writing isn't winning wars.
Try 'til I'm getting sore.
"Plenty more where that came from",
Ink, that is. Words? I don't have any stored.
Hit record and say a little prayer, 
to any lord or lady that'll listen when I wish to get a penny for..

(Chorus):

Thoughts and reflections.
Pause and collect them, get them
Out into the world. x2
All your thoughts and reflections.
Do not be selective, get this
Out into the world. x2

(Verse 2):

This isn't the deepest but,
The vision of me I must see
When I'm givin my teeth a brush
Isn't the me that I see
When I'm visitin dreams, I just
Wish I could be him, but the difference between us
Is far too immense, 
And it's hard to admit, but the trip would just leave me lost
In a bottomless trench, too extensive to reach across
In chemistry it's called - 
Entropy, 
The definition seems fittin' hes-
Wishin things played out differently.
Mentally, physically drained now
Weighed down visibly. 
Different breed, roped, kept- chained howlin' endlessly
If you please, go ahead and lay down a list for me
Say it loud, get your piece
Break out the chisels, seems-
Everybody wants to explain how Chris should be, with his


(Chorus)

(This Is Bridge?)
What if you, what if you, what if you, what if you could - change, me?
Would that I could be like other guys up in your day dreams. 

(Verse 3): -Short-
What if you could change me?
Make me into your very own modern day James Dean
Or a young Swayze? Paint me picturesque.
Pick the best parts of me and clip the rest.
It's the best way for me to get a quality assessment. 
I copy the message. 
Maybe stop being stressed when
Making all these corrections.
Play these songs til my breath's spent
Praying y'all will accept them, til then
Take these x4

(Chorus)

Reflections (beat by fakePNG)

Love the synth, had no idea what I was gonna do for the song though. Definitely needs some TLC down the road. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by fakePNG)

Chorus: 

Runnin around the interwebs, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Verse 1:

Meet me in the metaverse.
He can be a better version of himself there.
Elsewhere, he's in bed immersed.
Dead in person, get a hearse, I-V and feeding tube so he can stay forever perched
(pause)
In vir-tual reality
Hurts to be seen out so he 
works through the screen now.
Hold up- wait. Yep.
This verse is a meme now.
The first to re-tweet proudly
Is sure to appease crowds
Of anonymous nobodies.
Like "God this is so funny
I gotta repost." 
Buddy'll probably blow up takin props for the jokes somebody else told.
Hell no, tell those thieves of HUMOR that
These are not people, no, these are TUMORS!
Speakin in RUMORS,
Preachin TO US,
(random laugh that put me offbeat)
'bout how we should be just to bring the VIEWS UP
(Wait, what am I doin? Whatever.)
Listen to the internet activists, 
Talk about our primitive medicinal practices
Bloggin doctored images of fictional, tragic shit
All in an attempt to get a click on their statuses.
I myself know the method to madness is
To take your ass outside where the smell of the grass exists.
(That sounds like something my Dad would say.)

Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.


Verse 2:

Dopamine check, one-two hits.
Hopin she checks once you click
On the like button, the subscribe button
You know all the right buttons to provide somethin, 
Euphoric in the veggie state.
Click a few more, then hesitate 
Is it too forward is it desper(8)? (idk)
You don't view porn, you investigate. 
Like true men of science.
Who trend in violence.
World Star or Onlyfans?
Who can decide when 
Girls charge the lonely mans
To get invited
First, card - then holy land.
Two ends divided.
By a - sea of degenerates
Who scream at the internet
All caps at all that's-
Too obscene or belligerent
While being akin to it.
Wish we could bring an end to it.
I don't mean to try and lecture you.
It's just me in my confession booth.
Let me describe hell to you.
8 billion people connected by a web who choose
to argue over sexual preference and live like vegetables
Neglect the people next to you
Stay inside of the nest to view
The beautiful ones, while they live life for the rest of you.



Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Interwebz (beat by fakePNG)

Simplest approach without knowing what happens:
used tempo app on iPad (tempo 22 bpm, because it's still 22), played 5 6 7 eighth beats, sent the whole thing through microcosm and recorded in TE TX-6 mixer
Mastering and mixing in ableton live.

insane metronome(disquiet0567)

This is my submission for this week's Disquiet Junto project. The assignment was to create a piece of music that moves between and overlays 5/8, 6/8 and 7/8 time signatures. 

More on this 567th weekly Disquiet Junto project – Three Meters (The Assignment: Make music in 5/8, 6/8, and 7/8 time signatures) – at: https://disquiet.com/0567/

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Three Euclidean Rhythms [disquiet0567]

HOODRATT* STBB820

Warm sunlight, soft laughter, and the quiet rhythm of love.
Afternoon Latte Love captures that tender moment when time slows —
when two hearts share coffee, warmth, and silence that speaks louder than words.

Blending 528Hz love frequency with a cozy Lo-Fi chill groove,
this track radiates peace, comfort, and gentle affection.
Perfect for studying, relaxing, or watching the golden hour fade through café windows.

Afternoon Latte Love

Fuego y Hielo a la vez

OGS Cherry waves jazz.mp3

New baby has slowed the music down recently. Got a lot in the works though!

I genuinely dislike social media, if you're interested in features/collab stuff just shoot me a DM on here or check the email. I'm still new to this, so hmu and we can learn together.

For serious inquiries, email at: fathomwastakenbysomeshmuck@gmail.com

Shadows (prod. Pacific)

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