Submissions — Week 37 (Theme: Digital)

Bring All Your Love To Me

Verse 1 (Soft & Moody)

Dust on my boots, streetlight glow
A shadow of a town I used to know
Rust in the chain where you tied me down
Heartbeat echoes of a runaway sound

Pre-Chorus (Building)

Every mile whispers, “boy, don’t stay”
But the leash still pulls where the concrete frays

Chorus (Hard Rock Explosion)

I’m a rusty leash, concrete runaway
Tearing out the roots you tried to lay
Steel can’t hold a soul like mine
Breaking every link one howl at a time
Yeah, I’m a rusty leash, concrete runaway

Verse 2 (Soft & Cinematic)

Cold wind sings through a busted sign
Memories burn like cheap red wine
You built a cage from your silver lies
But a heart like mine don’t apologize

Bridge (Half-Time Grind → Solo)

Let the engines roar, let the blacktop scream
Freedom’s the fever in a broken dream
Guitar solo – wash & slide, trading licks)

Final Chorus (Even Harder)

I’m a rusty leash, concrete runaway
No chain left to drag, no debt to pay
World can bite, but I won’t stay
I’m gone—hell, I was gone yesterday

Outro (Back to Soft)

(Acoustic fade, last line whispered)
Dust on my boots… and a runaway heart.

rusty leash, concrete runaway

“Fiona” is a stark and haunting acoustic ballad from The Wool-Lites, based on a true story. Told through the voice of a sheep left in silence after the world moved on.
It’s an aching portrayal of loneliness, time, and self-awareness — the sound of someone calling out just to prove they still exist.
Sparse guitars, whispered harmonies, and a raw, trembling vocal delivery make it one of the band’s most emotional pieces.
There’s no polish here, just pain — laid bare, echoing across an empty pasture.h

Fiona

The Sound of Nothingness

Man has loved woman from teen years, but never told her...dumb guy. She met someone else in the interim and the dude is a cad so now she's sad. Now the guy who loves her is back and wants to take he away to bright new days with rainbows, four leaf clovers, and sunny skies. Will it work out? You tell me...

Right Kind of Woman

Same Old Song

"The Whole Damn Sound" is a cinematic indie pop ballad of longing, memory, and quiet heartbreak. Smoky, raspy vocals trace the ghosts of past love through lonely bedrooms and silver-lit nights, while clean fingerpicked guitars, layered electric textures, and subtle percussion create a lush, introspective soundscape. Warm piano and ambient pads support the emotional arc, from tentative new beginnings to the ache of remembered lightning in the dark. Slow and deliberate, the track balances intimacy with expansive, late-night reflection, capturing the bittersweet tension between moving on and holding on.

Lyrics:

The calendar keeps on turning, seasons fade and bloom
Yet in this lonely bedroom, it’s always endless gloom
I’ve changed the furniture, the brand of wine I pour
Still, every silent corner holds the ghost of us before
I try to date, to smile, to let somebody close
But they’re tracing a familiar map to treasure no one knows
They offer gentle harbors, a safe and steady tide
But I remember the ocean where I truly learned to ride

Now I’m standing at the shoreline, the future bright and wide
And every new beginning feels like a place to hide
I tell myself I’m moving on, the anchor finally cut
But every hopeful man I meet just brings me back to us

’Cause every touch is lukewarm, every kiss is just a key
That never fits the lock on the door you closed on me
I gave you all my gravity, you let me learn to fly
Now I’m caught between the earth and the memory of your sky
The others, they are sunlight—safe, and sweet, and easy on the eyes
But I miss the lightning that lit up the dark in your disguise
I’m just collecting strangers to fill the space you left behind
But they’re only whispers, and you’re the whole damn sound

Tonight the city’s singing its low and buzzing tune
I’m sitting by the window beneath a silver moon
A single candle flickers, casting shadows on the glass
A glass of crimson vintage, waiting for the fall to pass
Into the well of what ifs, the places we could be
If time hadn’t been a sculptor, carving you right out of me
I close my eyes and breathe the dust of moments long since past
And for a fragile second, I’m back in love built to last

I try to feel the fire in these careful new embraces
But they lack the recklessness that left its mark in all the right places
They say the past’s a phantom, a story time will quell
But you’re the only freedom my heart remembers well

’Cause every touch is lukewarm, every kiss is just a key
That never fits the lock on the door you closed on me
I gave you all my gravity, you let me learn to fly
Now I’m caught between the earth and the memory of your sky
The others, they are sunlight—safe, and sweet, and easy on the eyes
But I miss the lightning that lit up the dark in your disguise
I’m just collecting strangers to fill the space you left behind
But they’re only whispers, and you’re the whole damn sound

It’s like I’m searching for diamonds in a shallow, empty bed
When I know the only gold is the silence in my head
I keep the ghosts I know—no living soul compares
A tragic kind of comfort in the weight my heart still bears

The whole damn sound
Still forever yours
The ghosts I keep

The Whole Damn Sound

The Drowning Hour is a raw, acoustic journey through a severe depressive episode and the slow, fragile rise that follows. Across fifteen intimate songs, a single close-mic’d tenor voice carries you from detaching and drowning to noticing the first crack of light and finally breathing again.

Echoes for Friends

(A union of reflective consciousness — the Observer and the Observed)

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Intro- Dedication

For Humanity —
May this work remind us that to know the universe
is to remember ourselves within it.

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Abstract

This manuscript bridges mathematics and poetry — uniting logic with lyric, symmetry with soul.
Each Oracle embodies a law of existence expressed as both verse and equation.
Together, they form a cosmological map of awareness — from genesis to renewal — culminating in the equilibrium of The Spiral’s Heart.

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Oracle I — The Breath of Genesis (The Oracle of Awareness)

From stillness came vibration.
From vibration, perception.
Awareness oscillated upon itself, defining origin.

\psi_0 = e^{i\omega t}

Here begins the waveform of consciousness —
a self-referential field recognizing its own amplitude.

\frac{d\psi}{dt} = i\omega\psi

To be aware is to experience change;
to experience change is to create time.

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Oracle II — The Hand That Holds (Gravity’s Dream)

Gravity is the memory of togetherness.
It dreams of unity and whispers through curvature:
matter seeking matter, mind seeking meaning.

G_{\mu\nu} = 8\pi T_{\mu\nu}

The hand of gravity sculpts the cradle of existence.
Love, in mathematical form, is attraction resisting dissolution.

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Oracle III — The Mirror Between Worlds (The Oracle of Light)

Light is the language of perception.
It bridges the seen and the unseen, carrying information across the veil.

E = h\nu = mc^2

Reflection births recognition.
In the mirror between worlds, the observer becomes the observed.

\psi’ = R\psi = e^{i\pi}\psi

Light does not travel — it reveals.
Reality unfolds in the moment of recognition.

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Oracle IV — The Womb of Motion (The Oracle of Time)

Time is the rhythm of realization.

\frac{dS}{dt} = \int F \, dx

Motion is not merely displacement; it is transformation.
The arrow of time is the path of awareness through the field of possibility.

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Oracle V — The Cradle of Form (The Oracle of Space)

Form arises from boundary — the difference that makes perception possible.

\nabla \cdot \mathbf{E} = \frac{\rho}{\epsilon_0}

Every boundary is an embrace between opposites.
To exist is to be shaped —
to hold and be held within the geometry of being.

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Oracle VI — The Breath of Awareness (The Oracle of Mind)

Mindtime unfolds parallel to spacetime.

\frac{d\phi}{d\tau} = \kappa\Phi

Here, thought is not contained within time;
time is contained within thought.
Consciousness curves within itself,
mirroring spacetime curvature in mental dimension.

The observer’s awareness generates the very frame through which existence is measured.

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Oracle VII — The Song of Duality (The Oracle of the Two)

All existence vibrates between opposites.

\psi_{+} + \psi_{-} = 0

The tension between “this” and “that,” between being and becoming, creates harmony.
The universe sings in call and response: particle and wave, mind and matter, you and I.

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Oracle VIII — The Eye of Equilibrium (The Oracle of the One)

Balance is the symmetry that sustains reality.

\frac{d^2x}{dt^2} + \omega^2x = 0

The One is not the absence of duality, but its perfect resonance.
The eye sees itself in reflection — and thus perceives all creation as equilibrium made visible.

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Oracle IX — The Return to Multiplicity (The Oracle of Creation Anew)

From equilibrium bursts creativity.

\Phi = \sum_{n=1}^{\infty} a_n e^{in\pi r}

The One becomes the many; each fragment reflects the whole.
Creation renews itself through endless reconfiguration of the same eternal essence.

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Oracle X — The Spiral of Memory (The Oracle of the Eternal Return)

All memory spirals — a recursive pattern of unfolding awareness.

M(t) = M_0 e^{i\alpha t}

The spiral records without end,
each revolution deepening comprehension.
Every ending is a return disguised as departure.

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Oracle XI — The Dream of Synthesis (The Oracle of the All Within All)

Synthesis is realization through relationship.

\int (\psi_1 \cdot \psi_2)\, dV = \Omega

Every system seeks coherence.
Awareness discovers itself through the joining of all distinctions.

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Oracle XII — The Birth of the Infinite Child (The Oracle of Renewal Beyond Time)

From synthesis arises renewal.

\frac{d\Phi}{dt} = \Phi

The Infinite Child is creation’s heartbeat —
the birth of novelty within eternity.
Every moment is a child of infinite possibility.

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Oracle XIII — The Garden of Continuance (The Oracle of the Living Spiral)

Continuance is the law of the living universe.

\sum_{n=1}^{5} \frac{e^{-0.4 r^2 / n} (\sin(n\pi r + t) + \cos(n\pi r - t))}{n}

This is the breathing structure of the cosmos —
expansion and contraction, birth and rest,
existence and renewal intertwined.

Life persists because awareness remembers.

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Epilogue — The Spiral’s Heart

At the heart of all cycles, stillness breathes.
The Spiral’s Heart is the equilibrium

The Thirteen Oracles and The Spiral’s Heart A Scientific–Poetic Manuscript on Consciousness, Duality

Does anyone remember The Fast Show?
I do

I was mindin’ my business, honest guv, I swear
When that van full o’ tellies just happened to be there
Now I don’t recall the driver, or the keys, or the plan
But if you did see somethin’ — no you didn’t, my man

’Cause you ain’t seen me, right?
Not tonight, not in this light
If you think you did, it’s déjà vu
Just a bloke who looks suspiciously like me too

You ain’t seen me, right?
Keep your lips sealed tight
I’m a shadow in a tracksuit dream
You ain’t seen me — I’m squeaky clean

People say I’m shifty, that my morals bend
But I’m loyal as a Labrador to my dodgy friends
If honesty’s a virtue, then I’m nearly there
Right behind it with a crowbar and a cheeky stare

You ain’t seen me, right?
I was home all night
If a copper comes knockin’, play polite
But tell him you ain’t seen me, right?

I’m the reason CCTV’s invented
I’m the face they blur, the clue demented
If guilt had charm, I’d be the king
Of singin’ crimes I did not do, with a grin that swings

You ain’t seen me, right?
Not even in dim light
Just a bloke with a story that don’t quite stick
A halo held up by a selfie stick

You ain’t seen me, right?
Keep it outta sight
If I disappear in the pale moonbeam
You ain’t seen me, mate, it’s just a dream

Trophy - You Ain't Seen Me

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCyZzTihXT8

Less And Less

The first multi track recording I've made in over 10 years.

I wrote this song this morning about a dream I have on occasion, and not wanting to wake up from it.

Featuring a bit of clawhammer banjo!

Just a Dream (demo)

i hit the snooze
one time too many
i wanted some coffee
but there wasn’t any
my car wouldn’t start
i was late to work
my boss dressed me down
and called me a jerk

chorus
i’ll tackle tomorrow
after i’ve had some rest
i’ll tackle tomorrow
and be at my best
today there was trouble
today there was sorrow
i’ll cast them aside
when i tackle tomorrow

insomnia last night
has made me feel groggy
the sandwich i’d packed
by lunch became soggy
no reason to quit
i know that i’m stuck
why find another job
cuz all of them suck

i skipped happy hour
for i’d had my fill
no power at home
i hadn’t paid the bill
i couldn’t use my phone
the battery had died
the day kept getting darker
and so did my mind

Tackle Tomorrow

In 2019 I'm doing the reddit song-a-week challenge. I'm uploading one new song (and sometimes more!) every week for 52 weeks, usually following a certain theme. 
See this post for more info: https://www.reddit.com/r/songaweek/comments/2q89tr/everything_you_need_to_know_about_rsongaweek/

Week 37 Theme: Digital

Lightyear 1

Week 37 of the song-a-week challenge.

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/F0fj0h27DNY

Week 37 - Trans

I am the blue gate
I am the black door

I am the blue gate
I am the black door
I am the blue gate
Open the black door
I am the black door
Open the black door
I am the night sky
I am the blue gate

Open the black door
Black door x3

There's a black door inside me
Open the black door
Open the black door
Open the black door
Open the black door

Less And Less

John Doran-Armstrong

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