Dare to peek beneath the pillow?
This collection isn't just songs; it's a series of fever dreams dissected under the flickering neon of late-stage capitalism. We present sonic vignettes exploring the profound absurdity of modern existence—where keys materialize under pillows leading nowhere, radioactive spiders offer more plausible salvation than career paths, and emerald elephants vanish faster than meaning.

Echoes from the Dreamer's Mind (Debut Album - 2025)

Honey Badger Hullabaloo

“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.

#NeoPsychedelic 
#DreamPop 
#SurrealLyrics
#SunoAI  
#CCBYNC
#OpenArt 
#DreamLogic 
#PillowPhilosophy         
#GraceSlick

"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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• This is a NON-COMMERCIAL experimental art project  
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• Fully complies with Suno AI's rules (non-commercial use)  
• Poet references are transformative inspirations (no copied text)  
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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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#Indie
#Alternative
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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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• 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

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.

#NeoPsychedelic
#SunoAI
#CCBYNC
#OpenArt
#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...


=== ⚖️ 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


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.

#NeoPsychedelic
#Psychedelia
#SunoAI
#CCBYNC
#OpenArt
#PsychedelicPop
#SurrealVibes

📜 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!


=== ⚖️ 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

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.

#AntiAnthem
#AlternativeRock
#NeoPsychedelic
#IndieRock
#LoFi
#SunoAI
#CCBYNC

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

Bang Bang Bang Bang

“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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#NeoPsychedelic
#Psychedelia
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#OpenArt
#PsychedelicPop
#SurrealVibes

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!

=== ⚖️ 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

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)
🚫 COMMERCIAL USE FORBIDDEN

=== ⚖️ 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



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?

=== 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)  
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Synthetic Reverie

“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.

=== ⚖️ 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

Enemy

Tame Impala- The Less I Know The Better (slowed)

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)
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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

=== ✦ ✦ ✦ ===  

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."  

=== ✦ ✦ ✦ ===  

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

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#CCBYNC #SunoAI #PoeticRevolt

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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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