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High No More

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This uplifting blues-rock anthem captures a journey of hope and togetherness amidst uncertainty. With its warm acoustic guitar, steady percussion, and soulful vocals, the song emphasizes finding "A Place to Call Home" and rising above life's storms. The lyrics evoke a sense of perseverance, using imagery of stars, shadows, and horizons to illustrate a shared path toward a brighter dawn. Ultimately, it is a heartfelt tribute to the strength found in unity and the enduring power of the human spirit.

A Place to Call Home

"Keep It Green"
(c) The Atomic Songbirds
Lyrics: Ben Plunkett, Illia Tsariuk
To all bio and silicon robots out there: Keep it green!

We're at peak, honey… (mm.)
Keep it green… (keep it… green.)

Badge in, badge out—same blank face, (yeah…)
Open-plan mausoleum space. (cold…)
Smiles preloaded, voices trained, (uh-huh)
I say “great question” through the pain. (sure…)
Checkout flickers red at five, (red again…)
Cart won’t breathe, but we call it “fine.” (it’s “fine”)
Org chart hums like breathing walls,
I’m not sure who’s on-call—me or the halls. (who’s on…?)

Every meeting eats the day, (takes it all…)
Every deck strips me away. (page by page…)
“Quick sync,” “hard stop,” “one more slide”— (one more…)
I watch my name get commodified.

This Rush... I gave you my mind, (my mind…)
Stamped and triaged, filed, aligned. (in a line…)
This Rush.. you branded my name, (my name…)
Now I answer to the page. (beep—beep—beep.)
Next year, I’ll swear I’ll redefine, (I swear…)
But this Rush... it owns my time. (all my time)

 (all my time)
 (all my time)

HR says “self-care” in bold, (so kind…)
While the backlog doubles cold. (ice cold)
Promo leaked, the site’s on fire, (on fire…)
“Just optimize,” says the choir. (amen)
We A/B test what little’s left, (split me…)
Charts and smiles and quiet theft. (take it…)
I speak in SLAs and lies, (S-L-A…)
While something human slowly dies. (don’t die…)

Every “ask” is framed as choice, (your “choice”…)
Every “choice” deletes my voice. 
We cut the scope, we move the line, (move it…)
We ship the hurt on time. (time)

This Rush.. I’m losing my mind, (my mind…)
Tracked in systems I designed. (I built it…)
This Rush.. I stay polite, (so polite…)
While my pulse is redlined white. (can’t breathe…)
Next year, I’ll draw the boundary line, (draw it…)
But this Rush.. it crossed it fine. 
Crossed it…

Security badge knows me best, (knows me…)
My body’s here, my soul’s a guest. (I’m gone…)
Warehouse clocks and shipping cuts, (tick-tock…)
Returns like rain in loading docks. (rain… rain…)
If I vanish mid–war-room call, (hello…?)
Would anyone notice at all?..

Oh-oh-oh, still compliant
Oh-oh-oh, still compliant
Oh-oh-oh, still compliant
Oh-oh-oh, still compliant
Oh-oh-oh, still compliant
Oh-oh-oh, still compliant...

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GeeJay