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Song-Guilt Trip
Writer-GBranch
Performers-GBranch&JeyB
Singing/Vocals-JeyB
Producer-Buckroll @buckrollbeats
Recorded&Engineered by Avery 
@AveryOnTheBeat

Guilt Trip

"I'm at your front....you got my back".....

that's love!...a doomed one.

Like Bonnie & Clyde” is a cinematic outlaw rap anthem duet...built on the ride-or-die story of two lovers on the run. Blending sultry female vocals, gritty male verses, and a soaring chorus, it captures the tension and intimacy of a modern crime drama. Genre-fluid and sync-ready, this track rides between hip-hop swagger and cinematic storytelling.

LYRICS

Intro-
This is a story ’bout some lovers, some money and some guns...

[Verse 1 ]
Damn! We’re on the run again
Didn’t mean to shoot
Supposed to be a fast grab and loot
This adrenaline’s got me high
As we get away in the night

[Chorus ]
You and me
Rollin’ side by side
With the law on our tail tonight
You and me
My ride or die
We just like Bonnie an’ Clyde

[Verse 2]
Our faces all over this social media, news and radio
The killer duo strikes again
A sensationalized scenario
I’m at your front, you got my back
We take what we want
Building those stacks

[Chorus ]
You and me
Rollin’ side by side
With the law on our tail tonight
You and me
My ride or die
We just like Bonnie an’ Clyde

[Bridge]
We surrounded now, no means for escape
Is this the end? A bloody fate?
Baby, we ain’t goin’ out like this
We’ll go down with fighting fire
Meet the angels in the choir

[Final Chorus]
You and me
Rollin’ side by side (by side)
With the law on our tail tonight
You and me
My ride or die
We just like Bonnie an’ Clyde
Just like Bonnie an’ Clyde…

© 2025 Moonthread Music Publishing (BMI) — Writer/Producer: PAIGE
℗ 2025 Moonthread Music — ISRC: pending
Licensed session vocals/instrumentation; all rights reserved. No unauthorized re-uploads or sampling.
Licensing: PAIGE@moonthreadmusic.us

LOVE in all Shades

Like Bonnie & Clyde

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Prologue — The Echo Before Words
Every song remembers another.
Every note leans on the ghost of a chord.
Even silence hums with the promise of sound.
To sing is to listen twice.

⸻

Verse 1 — The Birth of Song
First, there was a drum,
a heart in the dark,
thumping like hunger,
teaching the body how to walk.
Then came the voice,
broken into prayer,
crying became melody,
melody became air.

⸻

Chorus A — The Song of Songs
Every tune is a child of another.
Every rhythm is a brother to time.
When you sing, you carry the choir—
the songs are singing through your spine.

⸻

Verse 2 — The River of Memory
There’s a folk song hiding in a whisper,
a protest in the shout of the street,
a love ballad curled in a lullaby,
an anthem rising from tired feet.
The jazz riff teaches rock its swagger,
the hymn lends gospel to soul,
hip-hop gathers fragments of the broken,
turns them into a crown, whole.

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Chorus B — Refrain of Reflections
Songs sing songs,
like mirrors in sound.
Every verse is a ripple,
every chorus goes round.
You don’t just sing your own—
you sing the earth’s refrain.
Every melody you breathe
was someone else’s flame.

⸻

Bridge — Equations of Harmony
Frequencies fold:
f(n) = ∑ echoes × memory.
Keys collide,
but dissonance is just tomorrow’s chord.
Silence is the interval—
the rest that lets the song be heard.

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Verse 3 — The Endless Choir
From caves to cathedrals,
from vinyl to cloud,
songs climb the air
like smoke, proud and loud.
Each one builds a ladder of voices,
each one carries the past in its throat.
The chorus you sing today,
someone long ago already wrote.

⸻

Final Chorus — The Song of Songs
Every tune is a child of another.
Every rhythm is a brother to time.
When you sing, you carry the choir—
the songs are singing through your spine.
And when you rest,
don’t fear the silence—
even then the music rhymes.

⸻

Outro — The Eternal Note
What is a song?
A pattern remembering itself.
What is a singer?
A witness of the choir.
What is silence?
The womb of the next song.

Song of Songs (The Choir Inside Itself)

🔥 Alien Island Roots Collective – Message Still Burning 🔥

This rebel anthem keeps the torch of roots reggae alive, carrying the message of the legends — Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Burning Spear, Steel Pulse, and Black Uhuru. From Alien Island to the cosmos, the fire still burns, and the smoke spells out the truth: the fight against Babylon is not over.

A cosmic roots cry of rebellion, unity, and culture — dub riddims, militant chants, and ancestral spirits rising through the smoke. The message never dies. The message still burning.

✊ Roots • Rebellion • Conscious Reggae
🌍 From the island to the universe


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Message Still Burning by Alien Island Roots Collective

[Prologue]
 — Whisper in the Mirror
I smile when I don’t feel like smiling.
I nod when I want to scream.
I tell you I’m fine—
because I don’t know how to say I’m not.

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Verse 1 — Everyday Armor
I scroll instead of sleep.
I laugh so you won’t ask.
I keep the lights on late
because silence is too loud.

And yet,
in the middle of the noise,
I wonder if anyone really knows me,
or if I’ve only ever shown
what I thought they wanted to see.

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Chorus — The Things I Don’t Say
These are the things I don’t say:
The weight on my chest,
the dreams I erased,
the “I love you” that never found a voice.
These are the truths that live inside me—
quiet as shadows,
loud as thunder.

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Verse 2 — Small Betrayals
I miss people I pretend I don’t.
I forgive on the outside,
but inside I keep a ledger.
I replay arguments in the shower,
winning fights I lost years ago.

And still,
I’m scared to lose even the people
who hurt me the most.
Because who am I without them?

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Chorus — The Things I Don’t Say
These are the things I don’t say:
The shame in my bones,
the pride in my way,
the apologies I never sent.
These are the truths I bury deep—
soft as whispers,
sharp as glass.

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Bridge — Confession Without Witness
If you looked close,
you’d see I’m just like you—
patching holes with excuses,
calling fears by prettier names.
But somewhere in all this pretending,
I wonder—
is there someone who would still love me
if I told them everything?

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Final Chorus — The Things I Don’t Say (Reprise)
These are the things I don’t say:
But maybe you’ve felt them too.
The hunger for touch,
the ache of regret,
the fear of being seen too true.
Maybe we’re all just mirrors—
hiding the same reflections.
Maybe the things I don’t say
are the things you don’t say, too.

⸻

Outro — Release
So tonight,
I’ll breathe in honesty,
and exhale the lie.
And if my voice shakes,
at least it’s mine.

The Things I Don't Say

If I’m Always Right I’m Left Behind

A powerful tribal folk-rock anthem exploring how rugby at Auckland's Eden Park becomes an archetypal ritual of collective consciousness. Forty-eight thousand souls unite in primal gathering, revealing how modern sports activate ancient patterns of tribal belonging. The song traces the journey from individual arrival through explosive haka moments to collective roar, examining how contemporary sporting events echo humanity's deepest communal instincts and transform ordinary spectators into a unified tribal organism through shared ritual experience. From Chapter one of my upcoming book - "Breakfast with Jung" The Collective Unconscious 

Eden Park

The stadium swallows us like hungry sharks
Forty-eight thousand souls in its concrete belly
Corporate boxes become crow's nests
In this landlocked ship of dreams
Tāne's birds circle overhead, sensing
The energy building below, someone starts
A Mexican wave, watch how we rise and fall
One body moved by unseen tides

The haka erupts, and forty-eight thousand spines
Recognise this cellular memory of challenge
Across the field, South Africa answers
Two tribes, old foes, eternal dance partners

The ball arcs high, a leather moon
Pulling at the ocean of our being
We surge and sway, one voice now
All private selves dissolved in collective roar

Between heartbeats, centuries collapse
We become every ancestor who ever gathered
Their blood singing through our veins
As the ball bounces across modern battlefields

In this concrete crucible of consciousness
Business suits dissolve into war paint
Briefcases transform to shields, look how
History writes itself in sweat and thunder

When the final whistle screams
We'll return to our separate skins
But something of this tribal knowing
Will pulse in our blood like a second heart

Night falls, stadium lights pierce darkness
Like ancient fires, we carry home
More than memories, our cells have learned
Yet again what they never really forgot

Eden Park

Room To Love

This track is a soaring emotional anthem built around themes of redemption, connection, and the transformative power of love. It’s the kind of song that feels like a lifeline thrown into the storm raw, vulnerable, and deeply cinematic.

Core Themes
Survival through connection: The narrator begins in a place of isolation and emotional numbness—“lost in the noise,” “fading out with no voice” but is pulled back to life by someone’s presence.

Emotional rebirth: The repeated plea to “Take me higher” isn’t just about elevation it’s about being lifted out of pain, fear, and darkness into something pure and real.

Love as a guiding force: The chorus frames love not as comfort, but as propulsion “Lift me through the storm,” “guide me where I feel reborn.”

🔥 Imagery & Symbolism
Light vs. darkness: The verses contrast shadowy despair with radiant hope“sunbeam through the grey,” “lit a spark,” “feel you in the light.”

Storms and fire: The pre-chorus uses elemental metaphors—“thunder in the rain,” “fire in my veins”—to express intensity and emotional ignition.

Rhythm and soul: The final chorus line, “You’re the rhythm in my soul,” suggests that this connection isn’t just emotional it’s musical, spiritual, foundational.

🎤 Tone & Delivery
Anthemic and uplifting: The repetition of “Take me higher” gives the chorus a chant-like quality, ideal for a stadium or a stripped-back acoustic set.

Vulnerable but resilient: The verses carry weight, but the structure builds toward hope. It’s not just a cry for help—it’s a declaration of survival.

Take Me Higher (2).mp3

Ὄρκος τοῦ Σκιεροφύλακος.  
ἱερὸν μέλος ἐν γλώσσῃ Ἑλληνικῇ ἀρχαίᾳ·  
ψαλμὸς ἰατρῶν, μυστήριον σιγῆς,  
ἡχῶν ἐκ ναοῦ πεπτωκότος.  

ὄμνυμι Φοίβῳ, Ἀσκληπιῷ, Ὑγείᾳ, Πανάκειᾳ,  
καὶ θεοῖς πᾶσιν,  
ὅτι βίον ἁγνὸν καὶ τέχνην ὁσίαν φυλάξω.  

ἁρμονίαι λύρας, κτύπος τυμπάνου,  
φωνὴ ὑπὸ θόλον σεμνὸν,  
σκιὰν καὶ φῶς συνάπτουσα.  

ὃς ἀκούσει, μάρτυς γίνεται·  
ὃς φυλάξει, εὐλογηθήσεται·  
ὃς παραβήσεται, κατάραν ἕξει.

Ὄρκος τοῦ Σκιεροφύλακος

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Those that walk the healing path know not to fear the gardens wrath.

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



Ὄρκος τοῦ Σκιεροφύλακος

Jessè-Silk And Circuitry

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