BAWDY is A LOT [Nick León + Six Sex]

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

Grateful Dead - Shakedown Street (The Sponges Remix)


Verse 1 – Tokyo Room
Tiny room hanging over bright-night streets,
Floor plans measured in leftover feet.
Every shelf counts like a quiet sum,
More and more trophies, less of me comes.

Boxes stack high with a borrowed glow,
Each new thing swears, “I complete your soul.”
Yet the total drops when I write that score,
Full closet, hollower core.

Pre-Chorus 1 – Subtraction
So I start to subtract, one name at a time,
Watch silence grow wider than any new find.

Chorus – Goodbye, Things
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Verse 2 – Burden of Potential
Old shirt whispers of a bolder scene,
Stacks of pages judge who I never seemed.
Half-learned skills lean against the wall,
Every unused version of me calls.

Each object holds one different life,
Ten thousand costumes, one tired mind.
I free those ghosts when I let them go,
One self only, steady and known.

Pre-Chorus 2 – Release
I drop the need to live every script,
One clear path carries my step.

Chorus
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Verse 3 – Just in Case
Closet once packed for a distant storm,
“Someday” coats waiting to keep me warm.
Drawers once stuffed for a future need,
Plastic shields for imagined bleed.

I chased control with a hoarder’s faith,
Built fake safety from layered weight.
Now I train my hands and my mind instead,
Trust quick courage, not what I once bred.

Pre-Chorus 3 – Prepared
When I carry less, my choices expand,
I bend with the moment, not with the plan.

Chorus
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let empty space sing over crowded plans.
When I clear one corner, presence walks through,
Room for my heartbeat, room for the true.
Goodbye, things, you looked like enough,
I trade your promise for less… and feel more than enough.


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Bridge – Attention Economy
Every small trinket tugs one glance,
Every shelf crowd steals one chance.
Thoughts once sliced into thousand shards,
Focus frayed into mental yards.

Now one white cup on an open shelf
holds more quiet than I ever felt.
Fewer shapes stand, brighter they gleam,
Each chosen piece joins the same dream.

I draft my life like a careful art,
Wall by wall from the inside heart.


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Final Chorus – Democracy of Enough
Goodbye, things, I loosen my hands,
Let sacred space glow over crowded plans.
When I name “enough,” my hunger grows mild,
Contentment walks in like a long-lost child.
Goodbye, things, you fade into dust,
I count my wealth in presence and trust.

Tag
Clear little room above sleepless streets,
Nothing feels missing, everything meets.
I own this moment, I own this breath of light—
Goodbye, things… goodnight.

Tokyo Room

Nightlight


I walk beyond ideas of wrong and right,
and I meet myself in that quiet field.
When my soul lies down in that grass,
the world grows too full for speech.

I keep my eyes on the road.
I keep my passion alive.
I ask my heart what I hold—
pain, sorrow—
and I let the Light enter through the place that aches.

There is a candle in my heart, ready to rise.
There is a space in my soul, ready to open.
I feel it.
I honor it.

I let myself be drawn by what I love.
I unfold my own myth.
I release worry and remember who created thought.
I step out of the prison,
walk through the open door.

When the world pushes me to my knees,
I rise in the perfect position for prayer.
I wrap myself in gratitude—
it feeds every corner of my life.

I sing as the birds sing,
unafraid of who listens.
I respond to the calls that lift my spirit.
My wound lets the Light enter.
I wash myself clean, melt the old self away.
From the heart, I touch the sky.

I speak to you in a hundred silent ways.
I see beauty with the vision that knows.
I balance holding on and letting go.
Anything I lose returns in a new form.
Through love, thorns become roses.

I rise.
I soften.
I expand.
I open.
I return to myself—
traveling light through every breath of the day.



Field of Light

Corridor

Verse 1
I step into the day with a reckless calm,
a ticket in my pocket, a road humming underfoot.
The sky feels wide enough for my flaws,
wide enough for my strange and my rise.
I move light, no baggage but the grit in my ribs,
no script but the pulse that tells me, “Forward.”

Pre-Chorus
Fear walks behind me like an old shadow,
but I let it sharpen me, not claim me.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Verse 2
Her eyes strike like cold lightning,
pulling fire from parts of me I thought long gone.
Destiny laughs from the corner booth,
scribbling our names in restless ink.
We dance off the map, two sparks in the undertow,
chasing the truth that doesn’t apologize.

Pre-Chorus
The world pushes its caution into my hands,
but I drop it, and lift my own clarity instead.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Bridge
Between the madness and the miracle, I find myself.
Between the danger and the dawn, I recognize my name.
Truth bends the rules around my stride,
and every step burns just enough to matter.

Final Chorus / Tag
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare, I stay true, I stay awake.
I rise with the storm, I ride with the night.
I am traveling light — traveling light —
traveling light.
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.


StormRise

  
[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


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. 
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Every pulse a lineage of light.
Playlists become living prayer.

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The Mystic Band

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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

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Prayer breathes bassline.
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DANCE WITH ME

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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.

Field of Light

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS / Art-Official Intelligence