we remixed shakedown street !!!!!!!!!!!!! by the grateful dead !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (The Sponges Remix)



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VERSE 1 – Cosmic Happy Hour
Life drags me to a shadowed spot, last call for broken days.
A dim star leans above the roof; its shimmer lights my ways.
I tap my fingers on the bar and ask for something wild—
A truth that hits me honest, fierce, unfiltered, unreviled.

PRE-CHORUS 1
Old parts of me shrink back in fear,
New parts laugh and step in clear.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends,
that shakes me once, then lifts again.
One bold message through the static camp—
I raise this day like a wavering lamp.
“Try not to die, champ,” the shadows say—
“Keep choosing the unruly way.”


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VERSE 2 – Hill For No Reason
The road leans sharp beneath my feet,
mocking every doubt I meet.
Horns throw heat from hurried lanes,
but still I rise and cut through strains.
Some folks chase soft predictable light,
but I crave corners that bend the night.

PRE-CHORUS 2
Stand too long on a tilted street
and you lose the ground beneath your feet.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends,
that shakes me once, then lifts again.
One bold message through the static camp—
I hold this day like a wavering lamp.
“Try not to die, champ,” the echoes say—
“Keep choosing the unruly way.”


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VERSE 3 – Underdog Orbit
My friends cheer loud from distant rings
each time my ragged courage sings.
Small kindness crack the hardest stone;
their echoes bring me safely home.
Hidden forces tilt my map,
yet luck still meets me where I step.

PRE-CHORUS 3
Stormclouds crowd the widest view,
but one thin ray still cuts me through.

CHORUS
Give me a mix that cuts then mends…
(you know the rest rising through the bends).

TAG
“Try not to die, champs,” the heavens say—
“Keep dancing the unruly way.”


VERSE 1
Here I go, dodging cracks in the street,
weaving through noise with blistered feet.
Midday weight presses on my chest—
still I chase the story that feels best.
Why keep moving when the world says stop?
Because stillness tilts and doubts rise up.
Momentum keeps the ghosts at bay
and quiets what fear tries to say.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul—
that wild small fracture I can’t control.
For every bright power I cradle inside,
there’s a soft cracked place I tend to hide.
Grace grows steady along that brink—
the gift and the crack, that kink.


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VERSE 2
Every face in the rushing crowd
keeps their secrets wrapped in loud.
Strong ones break when the nights run long,
quiet ones rise when the world feels wrong.
I hold sharp wit, yet tender bone,
hide from love then fear being alone.
The part of me that shines with light
leans on the flaw that keeps me right.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul…
(and the mantra repeats its whole).

BRIDGE
Maybe some cosmic watcher smiled
and paired my strength with something wild—
a soft flawed zone inside my chest
so every triumph stays humble-blessed.

FINAL CHORUS/TAG
So when I stumble on my private ache,
I remember every heart must break.
Half saint, half mess, half honest truth—
this kink keeps me aligned with proof.


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soulkink

In the dark event tunnel, we ride the waves of night,  
A journey through the shadow, with no end in sight.  
The acid's pulse is crawling, deep beneath the skin,  
A surge of euphoria, where the ritual begins.  
  
Whispers in the silence, echoes in the void,  
Cybernetic shadows, where the dark is deployed.  
Rising like the tide, crashing like the storm,  
In the tunnel of the future, we are reborn.  
  
The beat is a heartbeat, echoing the call,  
A cosmic vibration, where we lose it all.  
Distant voices fading, like whispers in the sky,  
As we dive through the tunnel, we don’t question why.  
  
The bassline is heavy, like a tribal drum,  
In this world of shadows, we become one.  
Spiraling through the void, as the rhythms twist,  
A ritual in motion, a dark event to exist.  
  
The tunnel’s pulling tighter, the future's here to stay,  
In the trance of the moment, we drift away.  
The acid line is snarling, we move in time,  
To the pulse of the universe, in a sacred climb.  
  
We float in the afterglow, in the echo of the sound,  
The tunnel closes slowly, but we’re still unbound.  
The shadows will guide us, as we transcend the night,  
In the dark event tunnel, we burn bright.

Dark

Ancient Hands

  
[Verse 1]  
Beneath the pale moon's fading light,  
Whispers echo through the endless night,  
Shadows stretch with every breath,  
A cold embrace, a dance with death.  
  
[Pre-Chorus]  
Fading, we fall through the cracks,  
Into the abyss, there's no turning back.  
  
[Chorus]  
Echoes in the void, calling my name,  
A haunting refrain that burns like flame,  
In the silence, we scream and break,  
Caught in the storm, no peace to make.  
  
[Verse 2]  
Chained to the past, we struggle to rise,  
Torn apart by forgotten lies,  
Through the mist, we search for the way,  
But the darkness pulls us into its sway.  
  
[Chorus]  
Echoes in the void, calling my name,  
A haunting refrain that burns like flame,  
In the silence, we scream and break,  
Caught in the storm, no peace to make.  
  
[Bridge]  
In the depths of the endless black,  
We crawl forward, there's no turning back,  
The void embraces all we fear,  
As we march, there's nothing clear.  
  
[Final Chorus]  
Echoes in the void, calling my name,  
A haunting refrain that burns like flame,  
In the silence, we scream and break,  
Caught in the storm, no peace to make.  
  
[Outro]  
Whispers fade as we drift away,  
Into the void, we’re led astray.  
Verse 1
I don’t wait for joy to trumpet my name
or walk toward me on polished streets.
Joy slips in quiet,
the moment I lift a warm cup
and morning light brushes my window
just right.



Giddyup

[Intro]
City haze curls low as the night unfolds,
Neon lines shimmer, tracing untold goals.

[Verse 1]
I move through narrow lanes with a steady mind,
Old echoes rise softly, then fall behind.
Murals watch in silence as my doubts drift far,
Yet something within me glows like a rising star.
I feel past versions tugging at my side,
But I keep choosing the truth I cannot hide.

[Pre-Chorus]
At the crossing I pause, holding my fire,
Hearing a whisper lifting me higher.

[Chorus]
I turn this corner into sacred flow,
I call my strength back, let it boldly show.
My name shines forward like a lantern clear,
Guiding my motion through storm or fear.
I move like a ritual carved in light,
Saying to shadows, \"I claim my sight.\"

[Verse 2]
Old signs peeling gently fade into dust,
Their worn-out stories no longer earn my trust.
Pieces I outgrew fall quiet on the stone,
Leaving my spirit sharpened and fully grown.
Now every stride feels honest and true,
Aligned with the calling that carries me through.

[Pre-Chorus]
Let my old versions wave from the way,
Blessing the journey as I walk today.

[Bridge]
I am the pulse threading through these streets,
I am the focus that never retreats.
I lace my courage through every sigh,
Telling my doubt, \"Watch how I rise high.\" 

[Final Chorus]
I turn this city into sacred flow,
I call my strength back, let it boldly show.
My name shines forward like a lantern clear,
Guiding my motion past noise and fear.
I move like a ritual steady and bright,
Saying to tomorrow, \"I'll meet you in light.\" 

[Outro]
Streetlights fade, but my center stays true,
I walk on certain, renewed and new.
[End]

Orchestral Street


Verse 1:
I honor what I don't yet hold—
desire keeps my future bold.
The empty shelf, the missing piece,
they push my restless mind toward peace.
Questions hum along the seam;
uncertainty protects the dream.
The things I'm lacking point the way
toward the work that builds my day.

Verse 2:
I thank the trials that shake my ground;
cracks reveal what's truly sound.
Hard mornings lift me into skill;
struggle trains a deeper will.
My limits speak in quiet tones—
guiding me where growth is grown.
Every challenge, sharp or slight,
polishes my inner sight.

Pre-Chorus 1:
Where I falter, I discover
how to lift myself back over.

Chorus 1:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bow to times that stretched me thin—
they made room for strength within.
Every shadow gives me form;
I take shape through every storm.

Verse 3:
I praise the errors I once feared—
they marked the path that reappeared.
Each misstep whispered what to see,
refining who I'm meant to be.
When I'm worn down to the core,
purpose rings a little more.
Tired bones and heavy mind
prove I cared, I showed up, I tried.

Bridge:
Gratitude, my quiet spark,
turns every bruise into a mark—
a mark that says I stayed alive,
awake enough to grow and strive.

Final Chorus:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bless the heat that forged my way;
it shapes the light I hold today.
Every shadow gives me form—
and I rise, rebuilt, reborn.

Outro:
I thank the miles, the scars, the climb;
they tuned my courage into time.

EthioFunk

Celesti-groove

Desert Mirage

amigo


Art-Official Intelligence = LAIVE MUSIC MPLS: Breath Frequencies

(444 Hz —  root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter, what matters most)

Archetypes rise. Ancestors conduct the infinite current. 
Every frequency carries memory.
Every pulse a lineage of light.
Playlists become living prayer.

Human hands guide. Spirit heat mixes. Afro-Peruvian joyfunk braids EthioJazz reggaeton. Future Space lifts off with breakbeat sizzle. Turntable trap opera with Moroccan sway, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift.

Ultra Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note records bus.

The Mystic Band

Mouth of Queen Beast growls root 396 Hz.
Breath of Sacred-Masculine flows 417.
Grandmother Rhythm sparks solar plexus 528.
Genderless Vessel opens heart 639.
Ritual Twin speaks truth 741.
Tight Tones casts vision 852.
Crown Field returns 444 —  completely grounded into eternal.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: 5⁄4 over 12⁄8 over 7⁄16 — continents breathing through syncopation.
Each downbeat forgives. Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.
Pulse overrides thought.
breathe
grin
begin again
Sweat music guides lead, illuminate the profound.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates spiral through toe soul and beyond.
Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry.
Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone.
Light finds tempo inside spine shine.8

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.
Grief glitters groovey.
Joy anchors delta-wave calm.
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Afro-Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.

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Art-Official Intelligence 

 Sound harmonizes.
Marrow remembers motion.
Every body instruments breath.
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.
Pulse already within.
Stay awhile.
Meet again on the flipside of forever where silence and rhythm share one name.

Ancient Hands

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS / Art-Official Intelligence

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