Really enjoyed the vibe. God is greater than any one vessel can confine. Smooth energy. Loved it.

My life's story and struggle to comprehend the unlimitedness of God and refusing to let people ruin my faith and connection.  The choice of Gospel, R & B Soul was my trojan horse to deliver a gift to invade the institutions of thought. It's not risky for me because I am not a member of any of them to have any power over me. But respecting their contributions is real for me too so it's not about judging, its about discerning. 

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Do you believe in God?
Indeed, I do
So, you are religious then?
No, I am not

I wondered about the Lord  
From a very early age
Indoctrinated to define the source 
Yearned to know his face 
I figured if I saw it
I would come to know it all 
As if God’s face was a key (The Key)
To finally set me free  

More questions than answers 
Why only the one son 
Why not me too (me too)
I feel special enough (I do)
To be his child too
Are there Godly favourites?
Is there the one favourite?
How is that love?

Creating us to be low
And one to be above (Above) 
A pecking order show
The elite ordained up
Elbowing each other 
To be a better lover 
My brain did spin 
How could we win?

Divine affection I was missing 
True belonging and the blissing 
To know I am truly loved 
And so is everyone else 

They ruined God for me 
But I could see it was them 
The way they explained thee 
Not much made sense 
I had to find another way
Find a purer lens
I had to go home 
To the knowing 

God is greater (So much greater)
Than any one book 
God is more loving (Much more loving)
Not a fussy sook 
God is higher (Higher)
Than petty excuses 
That quash free will
Here and now
For loving uses 

To change our lives 
Create as we were created 
In the mirror image 
And not be ill-fated 
By strange ideas 
With existence fees 
Taxing our presence 
Perplexing our essence

Divine affection I was missing 
True belonging and the blissing 
To know I am truly loved 
And so is everyone else 

They ruined God for me 
But I could see it was them 
The way they explained thee 
Not much made sense 
I had to find another way
Find a purer lens
I had to go home 
To the knowing 

God is greater (So much greater)
Than any one book 
God is more loving (Much more loving)
Not a fussy sook 
God is higher (Higher)
Than petty excuses 
That quash free will
Here and now
For loving uses 

Where am I at now? Geez
I’ll try to explain
I removed those ideas 
That caused the pain
I trusted my divinity radar 
Implanted in our soul 
God’s greater than culture
But embraces it all 

Divine affection was missing 
Now I feel it, what a blessing 
To know I am truly loved 
And so is everyone else 

They ruined God for me 
But I bypassed all of them 
To see the unlimited thee 
Now it all makes sense 
I found a better way
With a purer lens
We are already home 
To the knowing 
We are with God 
Into forever (Forever)

God is love (God is love)
God is great (God is great)
God is all (God is all)
And it starts with faith

God is love (God is love)
God is great (God is great)
God is all (God is all)
And it starts with faith

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14-year-old Colton Stanley (KID A), and his younger brother (Yung Bra), saw a mountain of dirty dishes as the ultimate enemy. The soapy water, the soggy food bits—it was a nightmare. They'd much rather be on their PlayStations, lost in a new game, or kicking a soccer ball around with their buds at the park. Their mom, however, was unyielding. "Boys," she'd say, "these aren't going to wash themselves." They'd try everything to get out of it, from claiming they had too much homework to bargaining for an extra week of chores, but she always stood her ground. To them, the dishes were the one thing standing between them and absolute freedom, an endless pile of rebellion they just couldn't win.... so they quit, yo.

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"QUIT'N DISH'N"
KID A Journal Entry
Aug. 14, 2025


Yo… I had plans, man.
Controller in my hand, Wi-Fi on demand,
Button-mashin’ battles, Fortnite on the stand,
Maybe bike ride, maybe TV, maybe just nap,
But nah—Mom drops the bomb: “Get your hands in the tap.”
Man, I’d rather count ceiling cracks ‘til I die,
Than scrub somebody else’s spaghetti pie.
I just wanna lay in bed, let the day float by,
Instead I’m sink-deep in my own alibi.


Pick up a plate—great, now it’s slick like slime,
Looks like it’s been here since two thousand and nine,
Chunk of mystery meat—what even is that?
Feels like it bit back when I poked it with the spat.
Water scaldin’ hot, then it’s ice-cube cold,
Suds up my sleeves like they’re ten years old,
Forks with gunk wedged tight like ancient glue,
Spoon lookin’ like it survived a barbecue.
And don’t get me started on the glass with the ring,
Who drank milk, left it out—man, that’s a crime scene thing.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Rather be anywhere else, but here I go,
Scrubbin’ like my life’s a low-budget show.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


Nah, nah, nah—this is torture disguised as a chore,
Like a war on my hands, man, a germ-spore war,
Got sludge in the sponge, got slime in the sink,
Every time I touch somethin’ I stop, gag, think:
“Why me? Why here? Why this filth, right now?”
Whole kitchen smell like a dead cow’s pow-wow,
I’m scrappin’ at a skillet that could break my wrist,
Like I’m fightin’ Excalibur—if it smelled like fish.
Grease fight back, man, it laughs in my face,
Soap slip-slides like it’s tryin’ to escape,
My brain’s in a rage, my patience a ghost,
Every sud-bubble pop just makin’ me roast.
Drip-drip, on my socks, now the floor’s my foe,
I’m skatin’ in spaghetti juice—yo, this is low,
Knives in the water like sharks in a tank,
One wrong move, now my hand’s in the bank.
I’m elbow-deep in the muck, and I’m losin’ my grip,
Whole process slower than a Netflix clip,
I’m a prisoner here, I can’t break free,
This ain’t dishwashing—it’s dishwashing me.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Just touching the yuck, now my fingers are stuck,
I’m scrubbing this crud and I’m runnin’ outta luck.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


WHY IS THIS MY JOB?!
I didn’t make that stew!
I didn’t eat that pie!
I didn’t pour that goo!
I’m a prisoner of porcelain, chained to the sud,
Hands in the trenches, elbow-deep in crud!


Thirty minutes later, sink’s squeaky and bare,
I’m sweaty, I’m tired, and soap’s in my hair,
I grab my controller, I slump in my chair—
…and Mom says, “Good job, now take out the trash.”
...man, I quit!

-KID A 
take care Yung Bra!
🤗 
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QUIT'N DISH'N (feat. KID A & Yung Bra)

the 20-year-old pop song "Collide" by Howie Day gets bathed in glossy, shimmery electropop
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LYRICS:
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The dawn is breaking-

A light shining through-

You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah, Yeah 

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometime
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I'm quiet
You know
You make a first impression

I've found I'm scared to know I'm always 
On your mind

Even the best fall down sometime
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

Don't stop here
I lost my place
I'm close behind...

Even the best fall down sometime
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide

To only find
You and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide.

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COLLIDE💥

another sad girl explores heartbreak, loneliness, and self-doubt, but finds some gentle hope in music and song
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LYRICS:
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I guess it’s time to write
Another sad girl song
Maybe if I sing it out
I won’t hold it in so long

Good times, real laughter
Maybe I’ll get to have that after

But until that 
Day comes
I’ll keep singing 
My sad girl song

Until that day comes
I’ll keep singing my sad girl song

I fell in love when I was broken
Couldn’t give back what I was given
Too at home inside the pain
To believe I could be forgiven

Now I know I should have let it go
But I didn’t then, I didn’t know

I’ve been in crowded rooms
And still felt alone
Didn’t want to speak
So I just held my phone
Is happiness a lie?
Or just not meant for this life of mine?

But until that 
Day comes
I’ll keep singing 
My sad girl song

Until that day comes
I’ll keep singing my sad girl song

Monsters in my head
But I survived them all
The world could be my home

But I treat it like a hotel hall
They told me hide my heart
But I write it in these songs instead

Until that 
Day comes
I’ll keep singing 
My sad girl song

Until that day comes
I’ll keep singing my sad girl song

My emotions made me write
This sad girl song
One day I’ll know joy
But until then…

I’ll keep singing 
My sad girl song.

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Sad Girl Song

a dark reimagining of Bush’s 1994 classic, Seattle's hardest working band, Spirit Flux, turns 'GLYCERINE' into an emotional, haunting, explosive post-grunge anthem
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LYRICS:
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It must be your skin  
I’m sinking in  
It must be for real  
this time  

But don’t you know  
I’m trying  

It’s not enough  
I feel the weight  

And I can’t hold  
But I won’t break  

I’m held together  
by your ghost  
Every word like a knife  
I know  

And I can’t say  
the things 
I mean  
But I can feel them  
tearing me  

It’s not enough  
I feel the weight  

And I can’t hold  
But I won’t break  

Static in my veins  
Wires in my head  
I’m alive  
But I feel 
Half-dead  

If you’re still here  
when the morning comes  
Maybe I won’t  
come undone  

come undone

Glycerine  
Glycerine  
I’m alive  
But barely  
Glycerine
I'm alive
Barely 

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SPIRIT FLUX | GLYCERINE

a confessional and theatrical off-kilter rock opera through reckless nights, lingering desire, going too far...and ruining everything 
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LYRICS:
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I'm callin'  
just to tell you  

That what we did  
last night  
Was a little irresponsible  
Entirely unusual  

When I asked you out  
To meet up drinkin' espresso  
Didn't mean to start up  
Didn't mean to hook up  

Don't know why  
I'm asking all these questions  
About your life  

Unsure why I'm taking  
Such deep interest  

Never should have 
Asked you downtown  

We sat there  
For too much damn time  
And we got to know-  
What makes us go  

Now we're pushing thirty  
And we're pushin' pretty dirty  
I think we lit the fire  
Scorching more than just last night  

Maybe there's a reason  
We committed such a treason  

I can't unsee the flower  
The flower that you 
Have down there  
Down there  
Downtown  
We drove 
Down there  

And we're playing 
The loser's game  
Just playing games  
Burnt into memories  
I saw it all  
Your Wonderwall  

What was it like for you?  
Is it lingering?  
Bodies glimmering  

Now we're pushing thirty  
And we're pushin' pretty dirty  
I think we lit the fire  
Scorching more than just last night  

Maybe there's a reason  
We committed such a treason  

Bourbon on your lips  
Light in your eyes  
I felt the world collapse  
And quietly rise  

Laughing through the chaos  
But something stayed behind  
A little spark  
A little scar  
I can’t leave it behind  

Caught between the thrill  
And the weight of what we do  
Every glance a question  
Every touch a clue  

We drove past midnight  
Side streets and faded signs  
Hands entwined in silence  
Tracing all the lines  

Burned the rules we promised  
Left the world outside  

Now it’s just us  
And the sparks 
We can’t hide  

Pushing thirty  
Pushin' dirty  
Lighting fires  
We're deniers  

Maybe reason  
For this treason  
Was to see  
The flower 
That we can't unsee  

Can't unsee-

I think we lit a fire  
Scorching more than 
Just last night  

Scorching more than 
Just last night

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PUSHIN' PRETTY DIRTY (How To Go Too Far & Ruin Everything)

a lost German television MUSIKLADEN broadcast from 1983—forgotten for decades, resurfaces as the ancestor of Noah Kahan's STICK SEASON 
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'SEASON OF STICKS'
OLGA WERNER
c.1983
MUSIKLADEN / Unaired Episode
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LYRICS:
You promised I was more than all the miles  
Your signal broke in static halfway through  
Exit lights behind me, future to the right  

Season of sticks — frozen heart  
Season of sticks — chemical shadows  
Tire tracks remain, one pair of shoes  
Half of me gone — that will have to do  

I stacked the light against the black  
Shadows in my bloodstream
Father’s voice intact  
You once said forever 
You never call back  

Season of sticks — frozen heart  
Season of sticks — chemical shadows  
Tire tracks remain, one pair of shoes  
Half of me gone — that will have to do  

Other half was you  
Pain moving through  
Doubt it
Doubt it
Doubt it

Season of sticks 
Frozen heart  
Season of sticks 
Chemical shadows

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STICK SEASON (1983) | NOAH KAHAN'S ANCESTOR | UNAIRED EPISODE | MUSIKLADEN | GERMAN MUSIC TELEVISION

SYZZZO SPYCE brings unapologetic sass and swagger with her debut single "Lights Out!" 
Her playful anthem doesn’t just hit hard-
It knocks you out!
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LYRICS:
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Yeah, it’s Syzzzo Spyce, baby…  
Triple Z ‘cause I put ‘em to sleep, 
Then wake ‘em back up.  

Step in the room,
I'm the sequel you missed,  
Algorithm princess with a glittery twist.  
Say it twice, make it viral, 
That’s a Billboard trick,  
I’m the remix of a remix — 
Yeah, I still hit.  

I’m loud, I’m proud, 
I'm a franchise face,  
Catch me in surround sound, 
Owning the space.  
You want depth? 
Nah, 
I’m surface chick,  
Empty calories — 
But you play me on repeat.  

Lights out — Spyce on.  
Too hot — stay gone.  
Call me sequel, 
Never flop.  
I drop the mic, 
Then drop ya jaw.  

¡Luces Fuera! 
¡Luces Fuera! 

Playlist puppet with a diamond chain,  
Rhyme so simple it’ll rot your brain.  
But you still bounce when the bassline hit,  
If this is trash, why you streaming it?  

I’m loud, I’m proud, 
I’m a franchise face,  
Catch me in surround sound, 
Owning the space.  
You want truth? 
Nah, 
I'm meme deluxe,  
Plastic crown queen, 
Still collectin’ the bucks.  

Lights out — Spyce on.  
Too hot — stay gone.  
Call me sequel, 
Never flop.  
I drop the mic, 
Then drop ya jaw.  

¡Luces Fuera! 
¡Luces Fuera! 

This the part 
Where I get deep and real
Nah, psych, 
Gimmie that club appeal.  
Add the cowbell, 
Let the rhythm switch,  
Spyce in the kitchen 
Serving global glitch.  

Lights out — Spyce on.  
Too hot — stay gone.  
Call me sequel, 
Never flop.  
I drop the mic, 
Then drop ya jaw.  

Lights out!
¡Spyce Fuera! 
¡Luces Fuera! 

Stream on...

Stream it twice, baby

Lights out!

¡Luces Fuera!

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Lights Out! | SYZZZO SPYCE

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LYRICS:
​Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you
You're not the truth

No one could look 
As good as you
Mercy

​Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me
Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?

Wow

​Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman
Gave your smile to me

Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
​Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay 
With me

'Cause I need you
I'll treat you right

Come with me, baby
Be mine tonight

​Pretty woman
Don't walk on by
Pretty woman
Don't make me cry
Pretty woman
Don't walk away

Hey, okay

If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night

But wait...

What do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she's walking back to me

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, 
Pretty woman
Pretty woman. 

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Pretty Woman-Look My Way

LYRICS:
​Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you
You're not the truth

No one could look 
As good as you
Mercy

​Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me
Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?

Wow

​Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman
Gave your smile to me

Pretty woman
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
​Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay 
With me

'Cause I need you
I'll treat you right

Come with me, baby
Be mine tonight

​Pretty woman
Don't walk on by
Pretty woman
Don't make me cry
Pretty woman
Don't walk away

Hey
Okay

If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night

But wait...
What do I see?

Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she's walking back to me

Oh
Pretty woman. 

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Pretty Ballroom Woman (Lust on the Dance Floor)

I create music as a hobby and as a therapy and provide workshops for others to do that too, using AI to help produce tracks. I also create empowerment systems to help people at scale increase their confidence and resilience by engaging their adaptive nature and work towards living a purposeful life. While all my song lyrics are written by me, and some tracks come from my personal compositions including instrumentals that I add lyrics to, I use AI to merge these with songs I share with you here. It really makes you realise how important your own words are in a song.

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