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The Bug Collector - 1 hour version

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

I'm Your Man

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl (From "I Saw the TV Glow")

Coyote, My Little Brother -Mitski

An album created by a human. No AI. Just good vibes, nice instruments, solid samples, and sonic textures that awaken the mind body and soul. The music shifts from more electronic origins to ambient textures, soft vocal overlays, and melodic underpinnings. This is the music of life. Listen on the couch or on the streets, The best music is timeless.

This album is from the archives Of Submotive. Creating music for decades, many of these tracks found their origins in the early 2000's! Being released in a steady stream, these tracks were ahead of there time, so listen up, this is music!

The underbelly

Indie singer-songwriter verses with ethereal touches and electronic instrumental choruses. Contemplative, nostalgic, spots of melancholy, and a bit of heat in the instrumental breakdowns. There are more songs related to this one in the works, including an instrumental that builds on the chorus material.

LYRICS:
Living here today on a road they'll never pave
It's a shame, there's a glimmer
There's a glimmer!
Turn around before it fades... too late

I hear it had a name and they sold that yesterday
It's ok, or not ok
But the river is muddier today
And those glimmers glow ever dimmer by the day
By the day

Waking up today a willing castaway
Puts a finger toward a glimmer
And it's brilliant for an instant then it fades
I swear

Gazing at some dirt, a hush floats in then bursts
And a million screaming shadows form a picture
that will soon go up in flames
Watch it closely as it decays
Disintegrates

Up there around the bend, a graveyard full of friends
No one tends golden patches
And the cabin is overrun with copperhead snakes

So shall we cross the golden meadow?
We'll go together now

And Those Glimmers (Prototype)

To Have and To Hold is not a biography, a lecture, or a historical reconstruction. It is an imagined world — one you step into to feel your way around an idea rather than to learn it.

The album takes place loosely in early-20th-century Cambridge, at the moment when Western thought was beginning to strain under its own certainty. Science had proved astonishingly powerful at breaking reality into parts, explaining mechanisms, and producing results — yet at the same time it was encountering problems it could no longer fully contain. Probability was replacing certainty. Events mattered as much as objects. Meaning no longer sat still.

Out of this tension emerged process philosophy: the idea that reality is not made of finished things, but of ongoing happenings — that love, time, marriage, and even truth itself are not states you reach, but activities you keep participating in.

The album imagines this moment through a human lens. A mathematician trying to complete a system of logic. A thinker insisting that nothing important is ever truly finished. Proofs accumulating. Years passing. A marriage understood first as a statement, then slowly revealed as a practice. Love appearing not as romance in the foreground, but as something quietly unfolding elsewhere — happening whether it is attended to or not.

Rather than explaining these ideas directly, the songs allow you to inhabit them. You hear bells ring. You feel evenings close in. You sense the weight of unfinished work and the relief of letting something continue without control. The philosophy is not taught; it is lived.

This is a soft documentary in sound — an audio quantum leap into a world. Its purpose is not accuracy, quotation, or instruction, but immersion. By the time the album ends, you may not be able to define process philosophy in a sentence — but you may feel why it arose, what problem it was answering, and why it still matters.

To Have and To Hold is an exploration of commitment not as possession, but as attention.
Of marriage not as a conclusion, but as renewal.
Of understanding not as something you arrive at — but something that keeps happening.

If you listen closely, nothing here ever quite resolves.
But something continues.

The Bug Collector - 1 hour version

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