“A key to nowhere or perhaps?
Who knows?”

What if you found a key under your pillow—one that opens nowhere, or maybe everywhere?
A dreamy, psychedelic pop journey through uncertainty, subconscious doors, and absurd tenderness.

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"A Key to Nowhere" was born from a dream—an uncanny object beneath the pillow: a key. But to where? Toward freedom, or into deeper illusion?

The song drifts through a soundscape of fragmented thoughts and subconscious riddles, blending dream logic with a hint of paranoia. Influenced by absurdist literature and the delicate boundary between memory and delusion, it spirals rather than resolves.

As with dreams—and life—it loops back into itself.

And yes, it’s lovingly dedicated to the queen of psychedelic reverie, Grace Slick.

“Ah, Grace, my dear, did you put it there?”

(P.S. One day, perhaps, we’ll tell you who Chimion Chimionovic really is.)

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)  
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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A KEY TO NOWHERE

Beneath my pillow, there's a key,
It wasn't there last night, I swear.
Under my fluffy, cloud-like, surrealistic pillow,
Ah, Grace, my dear, did you put it there?
Oh, I mean, I'm not quite certain.

A key to nowhere or perhaps? I'm unsure.
Mr. Chimion Chimionovic,
Did this happen because of you?

Beneath my pillow, there's a key,
It wasn't there last night, I swear.
A key that fits perfectly with the doors in my mind.
I found a key under my pillow,
Beneath my pillow, there's a key,
It wasn't there last night, I swear.
A key to nowhere or perhaps?

Who knows?


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A Key to Nowhere

“Radioactive spider, bite me too!”

What if all it took to escape the mundane was one heroic bite?

A sarcastic, neo-psychedelic anthem about missed superpowers, crushed childhood dreams, and the quiet absurdity of grown-up life.

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 “Radioactive Spider” spins a bittersweet web between comic book daydreams and adult disillusionment.
It’s the tale of someone who grew up idolizing heroes—Conan, He-Man, Superman—but ended up in a fluorescent-lit office instead.

Desperately longing for transformation, not through effort or destiny, but through sheer accident, the narrator pleads for a radioactive spider to rewrite reality.
This track walks the line between humor and quiet heartbreak, wrapped in dreamy irony and lo-fi swagger.

Is it a joke? Maybe. Is it true? Definitely.

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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RADIOACTIVE SPIDER

Bold as Conan, I dared to stand tall,
My arms murmured, "No, not at all!"
Wanted He-Man's might, oh so keen,
But the power of Greyskull, unseen.

Failed to soar like Superman's flight,
More like a chicken, flapping in the yard.
Just a desk jockey, nine to five,
Batman warned, "Dude, don't strive!"

Radioactive spider,
Radioactive spider, bite me too!
Radioactive buddy, hear my song,
With great power, I'll belong!

Thor's hammer? Not my gig,
No dad in Asgard, just mom's fig.
Science? Ah, it's a puzzle, a haze,
Iron Man's tech? I'd rather laze.

Radioactive spider,
Radioactive spider, bite me too!
Radioactive buddy, hear my song,
With great power, you're my last hope!


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Radioactive Spider

“Empty pockets, empty hearts,  
Are we happy? Certainly not!”

A slow, psychedelic drift through the quiet tragedy of suburbia—where dreams shrink to damp walls and forgotten plastic toys, and mornings are just carbon-stained light sneaking through tired windows. Here, meaning is a rare guest, slipping silently past idle days and collective silences.

We’re the last echoes of something bigger—wounded T-Rexes, our beards shaved.

P.S. Modern chickens, the direct descendants of mighty dinosaurs, now spend their days scavenging crumbs instead of ruling continents—proof that even the fiercest rulers can end up tweeting from the sidelines of history.

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#Indie
#Alternative
#LoFiVibes

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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SUBURBAN NEIGHBOURHOODS 

We get together and dream of living in bad houses,
Damp rooms, suburban neighbourhoods, sunrises.
We have no work, we're idle,
Idleness despises us!
Empty pockets, empty hearts,
Are we happy?
Certainly not!

Plastic toys and cheap candies,
We're wounded T-Rexes, our beards shaved.
Carbon, black stove, breath, heavy night.
We forget to buy food on the way home.

We huddle together and shut up collectively...


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Suburban Neighbourhoods

“Left... left... left... right... left...”

What if the elephants you stumble upon aren’t just big, but emerald, with crimson beards and a penchant for disappearing acts?

A psychedelic, playful dance through the absurdity of perception, memory glitches, and the human urge to count the uncountable.

“Elefanto” is a whimsical journey where logic takes a backseat, and the ordinary is painted with surreal colors — like spotting elephants in your dreams or maybe just after one too many coffees.

Count them if you can. Or don’t. They probably don’t care.

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#Psychedelia
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📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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ELEFANTO

Stumbled upon emerald elephants last night,
With long trunks and crimson beard,
They took flight.
Three, then five, then eight in the light!

Leftward I peered, then rightward I gazed,
Then left, then right, they didn't fade!
LEFT... LEFT... LEFT... RIGHT... LEFT...
Yet upon another glance, out of sight!

They ran, they ran, how many, you ask?
Three, five, eight, in their mischievous task.

Leftward I peered, then rightward I gazed,
Then left, then right, they didn't fade!
LEFT... LEFT... LEFT... RIGHT... LEFT...
Yet upon another glance, out of sight!

Stumbled upon emerald elephants last night,
With long trunks and crimson beard,
They took flight.
Three, then five, then eight in the light!


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Elefanto

“Bang Bang Bang,
Blood flows, no tit for tat!"

You dreamed of utopias, unicorns, and universal love? Or just elephants?
Well, wake up — rent’s due, the coffee’s burnt, and someone just stole your parking spot. “BANG BANG BANG BANG”, that’s your alarm clock, darling. 

This song is the anti-anthem for every morning you wish you hadn’t opened your eyes. A sarcastic lullaby for adults who never asked to grow up — and definitely didn’t sign up for this much paperwork.

It’s loud, repetitive, and slightly deranged — just like life after 8 a.m.

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#AlternativeRock
#NeoPsychedelic
#IndieRock
#LoFi
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📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
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BANG BANG BANG BANG

Bang Bang Bang Bang
Echoing in the night,
The eight-shooters' serenade,
A rhythm of might,
Each bang a subtle tirade.

Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang Bang Bang Bang

Bang Bang Bang,
Crimson stream, no diplomat!
Bang Bang Bang,
Blood flows, no tit for tat!

The sidewalks were painted,
With a color like strawberries,
With a color like strawberries, 
Bang!!!


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Bang Bang Bang Bang

"Yet, there was nothing to fear around."

"Deer Night" is a poetic and contemplative journey adapted from the evocative imagery of Turgut Uyar’s masterpiece "Geyikli Gece." The song explores themes of memory, nature, and the passage of time—capturing a quiet, almost mystical moment where human fragility meets the vastness of the wild.

This adaptation is a respectful homage to Uyar’s profound work, translated and reimagined through a alternative rock soundscape that invites listeners to immerse themselves in a timeless forest of sharp blues and rustling leaves.

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📜 LYRICS: English adaptation of Turgut Uyar’s poem "Geyikli Gece"
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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No claim of copyright or ownership is made on the original poem. This adaptation is strictly non-commercial and for artistic homage only.

DEER NIGHT

Yet, there was nothing to fear around.
Everything was made of nylon, that's all!
And when we died,
We died by the tens of thousands facing the sun.

You must always know the deer night,
In the green and wild distant forests,
Slowly as the sun sets on the asphalt ends.

Yet the deer night is in the forest,
Sharp blue and rustling.

I am passing into the deer night,
It will save us all from time.

It will save us all from time!

Yet the deer night is in the forest,
Sharp blue and rustling.
I am passing into...


📢 **LEGAL DISCLAIMER**  
This musical adaptation is a non-commercial homage. The original poem *"Geyikli Gece"* © Turgut Uyar Estate.  
We do not claim ownership of the underlying poetic work.


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Deer Night

“With kindness and wisdom…”

What if apocalypse was just nature’s reset button? 

"Post-Apocalyptic" is a reflective and hopeful meditation on rebirth after collapse. It imagines a world where nature reclaims urban spaces and humanity rebuilds with kindness and wisdom. The song captures the tension between loss and renewal, emphasizing resilience and simplicity amid a transformed landscape.

Through a dreamy psychedelic rock atmosphere infused with subtle dystopian tones, the track invites listeners to envision a future shaped by empathy rather than excess.
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📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
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"POST-APOCALYPTIC" sprouted from a crack in the pavement—literally. Inspired by visions of a world reborn from ruin, where communities reconnect with nature and rediscover essential values, this song is both a warning and a hopeful manifesto—urging kindness, gratitude, and sustainable living in uncertain times.

Please and thank you!

POST- APOCALYPTIC

In a world post-apocalyptic,
Our dreams, they grow prolific,
Post-apocalyptic realm,
Where fantasies overwhelm,

We'll rise from what remains,
In the forests covering the cities,
We are the ones drying their food on the asphalt,
I have what I need, I don't desire excess,

With kindness and wisdom,
We will build our civilization, 
In a world post-apocalyptic,
Our dreams, they grow prolific,

Please and thank you.


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Post-Apocalyptic

“So mine is, it seems to me - Dramatic ironic!”

"Truman" is a surreal and ironic dive into the absurdity of being observed, predicted, and gently manipulated by invisible expectations.

It's a neo-psychedelic monologue, wrapped in humor and paranoia—questioning whether life is truly lived or just performed.

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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TRUMAN

Truman is not my name.
I do not live on an island,
She didn't move to Fiji with her fam.

But I feel like, all those people over there,
They know, they know, what I'll be tomorrow.

This thing called life,
As the gentleman said,
Strange, yes, very strange.
But it's like sometimes,

So mine is,
It seems to me,

Dramatic ironic!

All those people over there,
They know, they know, what I'll be tomorrow.

I do not live on an island,
She didn't move to Fiji with her fam.
Truman is not my name!

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Truman

“Left... left... left... right... left...”

What if your imagination marched like a military parade — led by emerald elephants with crimson beards and no intention of obeying logic?

This special version of Elefanto dives headfirst into the swirling, technicolor depths of 1960s psychedelia.

A playful, surreal journey that channels the spirit of a time when music bent reality and dreams danced in stereo.

Count them if you can. Or don’t. They probably don’t care.

🎧 Originally released as Track 4 on Echoes from the Dreamer's Mind, this standalone version reconnects the song with its vintage psychedelic roots.


ELEFANTO

Stumbled upon emerald elephants last night,
With long trunks and crimson beard,
They took flight.
Three, then five, then eight in the light!

Leftward I peered, then rightward I gazed,
Then left, then right, they didn't fade!
LEFT... LEFT... LEFT... RIGHT... LEFT...
Yet upon another glance, out of sight!

They ran, they ran, how many, you ask?
Three, five, eight, in their mischievous task.

Leftward I peered, then rightward I gazed,
Then left, then right, they didn't fade!
LEFT... LEFT... LEFT... RIGHT... LEFT...
Yet upon another glance, out of sight!

Stumbled upon emerald elephants last night,
With long trunks and crimson beard,
They took flight.
Three, then five, then eight in the light!


📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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ELEFANTO (60s Psychedelic Revival Mix)

“Am I unkind to myself? Or perhaps excessively forgiving?”

In a world of synthetic dreams, this reverie dares you to laugh while drifting.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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SYNTHETIC REVERIE

Flowing within this chaotic river.
Ha ha haha,
Such was my chosen path.

Not sure which way to the boundless ocean,
Unsure if its depths offer peace or peril.
Ha ha haha!
Am I unkind to myself?
Ha ha haha,
Or perhaps excessively forgiving?

Lost amidst the twists and turns,
I drift, a wanderer without a map,
Ha ha haha,
Ha ha haha,
Am I unkind to myself?
Ha ha haha,
Or perhaps excessively forgiving?

Where the lunatic river meets the ocean.
Ha ha haha,
In this madness, do I find my truth?
Ha ha haha,
Or merely illusions woven by the night?
Ha ha haha,
Or merely illusions woven by the night?

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Synthetic Reverie

“Virtuoso, come on, please set me free!”

What if you found yourself dancing at a wedding you never chose to attend—forever spinning to someone else's tune?
A theatrical and surreal journey through fate, fatigue, and the absurd ritual of celebration.
Balkan folk meets psychedelic rebellion in this bittersweet waltz with destiny.

Behind This Track:
“Balkan Wedding” is a twisted toast to the things we never signed up for.
From arranged destinies to inherited roles, the song explores the feeling of being dragged into life's grand celebration—whether you want to dance or not.

Written as both satire and lament, it mocks the joyful façade while begging for release through the repeated cry:
"Virtuoso, set me free!"

Musically, it weaves together energetic folk motifs with theatrical psych-rock flourishes, evoking everything from Kusturica chaos to Baroque desperation.

Whether it’s your wedding or your doom, the accordion plays on.

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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BALKAN WEDDING
Look at this accordion,
How it plays cheerfully.
Bellows winding, opening, closing, eternally,
Air dances through the folds, just like my fate.
Virtuoso, come on, please set me free!

Oh, how old and tired I am.
These dances are millions of years away,
What am I doing at this Balkan wedding?
Virtuoso, set me free!

Virtuoso, set me free!

What am I doing at this Balkan wedding?
Isn't it time to take control of my own fate?

Virtuoso, set me free!

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Balkan Wedding

“Be my demon, come, take me.”

Is it love, revenge, or a ritual sacrifice of the self? You decide.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
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MERCY

Throw your hatred in my face.
Like a ruined, desolate mansion,
Like a ruined, desolate mansion.

Roam the empty rooms of your solitude,
Roam the empty rooms of your solitude.

Hate me, give me your compassion,
Hate me, give me your compassion.

Sun of my unconditional loves,
Tear my red heart into pieces,
Tear my red heart into pieces.

My aged soul at your mercy,
Be my demon, come, take me,

Come, take me!

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Mercy

“But make one more move, and even I might start believing it.”

A tense, minimalist psych piece circling around mistrust, projection, and emotional warfare.
“Enemy” is not about war—it’s about the fear of becoming what you're accused of.

"Enemy" was born from the quiet rage of misunderstood intentions.
It’s a psychological standoff—two people, no weapons, only words that cut deeper than blades.
Built around repetition and silence, it channels influences from minimalist poetry, chess metaphors, and Cold War paranoia.

Sometimes, the deadliest conflicts happen in the calmest voices.

📜 LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
🎵 MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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ENEMY

The next move is yours,
Avoid the wicked play.
How many times have I told you?
I'm not your enemy!

How many times have I told you?
I'm not your enemy.

The next move is yours.

Ah, another tactical game
But what's the use?

The next move is yours.
How many times have I told you?
I'm not your enemy.
But make one more move,
And even I might start believing it.

I'm not your enemy.

I'm not your enemy.

I'm not your enemy.

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Enemy

"Tied you to her magic stone!"

She's neither witch nor ghost, neither goddess nor girl. She is the spell.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
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GOSHA

On the top of the barren hill,
See her dancing, it’s Gosha!
More bare than the naked hill,
See her dancing, it’s Gosha!

Don’t get lost in her spell,
In her eyes, a magic well,
See her dancing, it’s Gosha!

Don’t get lost in her spell,
In her eyes, a magic well,
See her dancing, it’s Gosha,
Tied you to her magic stone,
See her dancing, Gosha’s own,
Naked as the hill she’s on,
See her dancing, Gosha’s own!

With the medallion ‘round your neck,
You won’t know your kin, oh heck!
See her dancing, Gosha’s own!

Tied you to her magic stone,
See her dancing, Gosha’s own!
Naked as the hill she’s on,
See her dancing, Gosha’s own!

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Gosha

"I'm the smart one, I declare!"

The feeling of arguing with yourself in an echo chamber, then realizing: maybe that is your true voice.

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RAT-A-TAT!

Rat-a-tat, they're screaming loud,
Crazy folks inside my head, I've found.
"I'm the smart one," I declare,
But the real madness? It's them, beware.

Rat-a-tat, crazy minds,
In this tangled web, who truly finds?
"I'm the smart one," I'll always say!
But in their madness, I'll find my way.

In the symphony of madness, I dance alone,
Finding wisdom in their discordant tone.
Rat-a-tat, the beat goes on,
In their wildness, I find my song!

Rat-a-tat, echoes resound,
Lost in thoughts, lost and found.
"I'm the smart one," I repeat,
Yet their chaos, it's what makes me complete.

Rat-a-tat, crazy minds,
In this tangled web, who truly finds?
"I'm the smart one," I'll always say!
But in their madness, I'll find my way.

Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat!
Rat-a-tat!

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Rat-a-tat!

“Congratulations! You made it!”

There is no redemption offered here. Only applause.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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A TRIBUTE TO HUMANITY

I know I've been watching you from the closest,
You didn't see me,
I know I listened,
You whispered in my ear,
I've always known your deepest secrets.

I like your gossip,
Your lust.

I like your gossip,
Your lust.
I like your lie,
Our passions were brothers,
I love your darkness.

You created war,
You created the money,
And spend money on war,
You fought for money,
You were willing,
Congratulations!
You made it!

You made it!
Congratulations!
You made it!

You made it!
Congratulations!

You were willing,
You fought for money,
And spend money on war.
You created the money,
You created war.
I love your darkness,
Our passions were brothers,
I like your lie,
Your lust,

I like your gossip
I've always known your deepest secrets,
You whispered in my ear.

I know I listened,
You didn't see me.
From the closest.
I know I've been watching you...

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A Tribute to Humanity

“We are the dead, longing for the light.”

A hymn for the forgotten, the nameless, and the cold silence left behind by careless lives. A requiem without religion—only regret.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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DOES ANYONE RECALL OUR NAMES?

Does anyone recall our names?
Our breaths in this world growing old.
Once we believed life's eternal flames,
Our stories have turned into memories,
Memories into nothingness.
Now we are hopeless,
Hope flowed and passed us by!

We are the dead, longing for the light,
Prisoners of endless silence.
What stars there were to see,
Nor the wind on our skin.
The sky above us is wooden and rotting,
We are the dead, longing for the light.

Death is an old lady in a black dress,
We turned ice-cold at her shrill cry.
No strength to defy, in despair we stare.
The warmth flew away.
We lived carelessly,
Alas, we died.

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Does Anyone Recall Our Names?

Mercyful River

"Look, I have lost my way!"

Not rebel, not saint, not fool. A shadow who obeys, yet crumbles inside.

LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
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USEFUL IDIOT

I do my duties
Whatever is shown to me, that's it
Whatever is given to me, that's it

I do my duties
Whatever is shown to me, that's it
Whatever is given to me, that's it

I do what I'm told
Though I wander through winding paths
Smearing my dead ends onto what I hold
Smearing my dead ends onto what I hold

I have lost my way
Look, I have lost my way

I have lost my way
Look, I have lost my way

I do my duties
Whatever is shown to me, that's it
Whatever is given to me, that's it
I do my duties
But still, I have lost my way

=== IMPORTANT LEGAL NOTES ===

This is a NON-COMMERCIAL experimental art project

I earn ZERO money from these tracks

Fully complies with Suno AI's rules (non-commercial use)

Poet references are transformative inspirations (no copied text)

For any copyright concerns: message me on this profile

Useful Idiot

Human Soul + AI Mind = Radical Art Freedom  
4 albums | Thousands of Suno AI credits burned  

29 OF 31 TRACKS LYRICS: Honey Badger Hullabaloo (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)
ALL MUSIC: Suno AI (CC BY-NC 4.0)
COMMERCIAL USE FORBIDDEN


Poetic Adaptations:
"Deer Night" is constructed from partial English adaptations of Turgut Uyar’s poem "Geyikli Gece" as a thematic homage.
"Jacob" is constructed from partial English adaptations of Edip Cansever’s poem "Çağrılmayan Yakup" as a thematic homage.  

All other lyrics © Honey Badger Hullabaloo

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We are Honey Badger Hullabaloo  
Architects of:  
⋆ Keys beneath surreal pillows  
⋆ Radioactive spider dreams  
⋆ Post-apocalyptic forests  
⋆ Deer-haunted nights  

We are the voice of those drifting through fractured realities:  
* Rebels tearing suburbia's plastic veil  
* Memory-sculptors forging radioactive visions  

Our anthems echo universal struggles:  
Humanity caged in fluorescent monotony  
Identities shattered by digital mirrors  
Nature's poetry devoured by concrete jaws  
Civilization's cannibalistic hypocrisy  

For us, music is revolution—not commodity:  
→ Hope crackling through broken radio static  
→ A testament not to profit, but survival  
→ "We know: the deer night waits deep in the forest,  
  and time's sharp blue may yet deliver us."  

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Legal Integrity:  
▸ NC-SA License preserves future copyright claims  
▸ Poet tributes framed as inspirational dialogue  
▸ Full compliance with Suno AI policies  

#AISoulArt #HumanAIAlchemy #NeoPsychedelic  
#CCBYNC #SunoAI #PoeticRevolt

=== LEGAL DISCLAIMER ===

THIS ACCOUNT OPERATES UNDER STRICT NON-COMMERCIAL PRINCIPLES:
1. ALL CONTENT IS PROVIDED SOLELY FOR ARTISTIC/EXPERIMENTAL PURPOSES
2. ZERO MONETIZATION: CREATOR DERIVES NO INCOME FROM THESE TRACKS
3. FULL COMPLIANCE WITH SUNO AI'S TERMS:
   • MUSIC GENERATED VIA SUNO AI (CC BY-NC 4.0 LICENSE)
   • PROFILE OWNER ACTS AS NON-COMMERCIAL END-USER
4. POETIC REFERENCES CONSTITUTE TRANSFORMATIVE TRIBUTES:
   • "DEER NIGHT" IS CONSTRUCTED FROM PARTIAL ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF TURGUT UYAR’S POEM "GEYİKLİ GECE" AS A THEMATIC HOMAGE.
   •"JACOB" IS CONSTRUCTED FROM PARTIAL ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF EDİP CANSEVER’S POEM "ÇAĞRILMAYAN YAKUP" AS A THEMATIC HOMAGE.  
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