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Harmless as a Rose, Sharp as a Sword

VERSE 1
I move through the twilight hum, while the city drifts in dreams.
My rhythm threads the hidden arcs where old quiet softens things.
Echoes rise around my steps and guide my glow toward the moon.
I walk the seams between my lives and settle into tune.

PRE-CHORUS 1
Mystery trails behind my stride and opens what will come.
Past and future speak as one—my pulse unites their hum.

CHORUS
I flow like a wave through the moving tide, deeper than the shifting sight.
Stars lean close and trace my path, circling slowly through the night.
I rise like a wave through the ocean tides, where embers learn to unfold.
Every hidden chapter wakes, where the new entwines the old.


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VERSE 2
Her stride moves fire through the ground; it reaches straight to me.
Roots from distant stories meet and merge inside my stream.
Island memory shapes my core; bright visions slip through dream.
I cross the layered corridors with light inside my beam.

PRE-CHORUS 2
Ancient courage meets my now and steadies both my feet.
Every step becomes a vow that nothing can defeat.

CHORUS
I dance like a wave on the open sea, rising clean through silver haze.
Joy lifts high in every turn as night hands dawn its rays.
I live like a wave where the timelines braid, past and future intertwine.
Every motion I release turns luminous—reshapes the grand design.


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BRIDGE
Glitch-bright pulses cross my path; new rhythm shares its reign.
Elders whisper from beyond; tomorrow calls my name.
The OmniBlend hums softly, rolling steady through the night.
Every echo opens roads that guide me into light.


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OUTRO
I float between the layered worlds with a cadence in my veins.
Inside the wave of the ocean's tide, I step free of every chain.

FINAL TAG
Waves within rise—then rise again.
Waves within lift every soul to ascend.


BRIDGE
Clouds may steal half of the sky, yet sun still rises high.
I release the need to win and find the peace within.
Yesterday no longer steers; today rewrites the years.
I lift my laughing face and meet my quiet grace.

FINAL CHORUS
I let go, let go—
and the world keeps moving with me.
When I loosen every hold,
greater wonders rise within me.
I glow here, right now,
with an open, steady mind.
I give love with every step,
and that love returns in kind

Waves

i think i'm addicted

Let It Show Me

[Intro]
I walk in quiet, calm and wild,
I meet myself, a patient child.
I keep the spark in time with air,
I look up once; I’m already there.

[Verse 1]
I draw a path the hours forgot,
I spell a truth in moving thought.
I let the voices fold and blend,
I find the place where edges end.

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear a name that sounds like mine,
I let the waves repeat the sign.

[Chorus]
I flow; I glow; I turn,
I let the rhythm learn.
I speak in thunder soft and clear,
I stay; I stand; I steer.
I flow; I glow; I bend,
Each start becomes its end.

[Break]
(Instrumental orbit — scratches drift through starlight)

[Verse 2]
I shape a calm the night accepts,
I trace the lines my heart protects.
I build a hall from silent sound,
I stand inside; I hold my ground.

[Bridge]
I change the slip to clean design,
I flip the doubt to truer line.
I float where edges intertwine,
This rhythm, this self, this sign.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
I flow; I glow; I turn,
I let the rhythm learn.
I fade; I fuse; I see—
The light I need is me.
Stillness moves; I stay alive,
I melt; I land; I arrive.

[End]

MELT

This one goes out to
New York's orangest chump
...
The fathead fascist 
In the highest seat in the land

The tiny handed man
With a dastardly plan

The crooked felon president,
And his global pedophile clan. 

Tock-tick. Tick-tock. 
Times running out In the whitest house on the block. 

Gag on my, oh my, cocky-Caucasian.
Incompetent.
Flabby.
Flacid.

No fudge it for you Donald Jay. 

That's why we talkin' 'bout...

FUCK yOU. 
Donald Jay trump. 
Fuck you

All the people shout. 

FUCK YOU. 

Ding dong 
THE REAL PREZ 
Ding dong
That's what I said. 

 wicked witch, Melt in your tower, 
Lose your power to the people in the merry little land of Oz. 

FUCK YOU
This goes out to New York's orangest chump

You hear me mister Kanckles. 
You fathead fascist 
You tiny handed man
with a dastardly plan
Swindler, phoney
You bought your way
It's not OK to have your cake and eat your cake....

Fuck you. Who are you to make the nation's capital the whitest house on the block. 

Fudge it. 
Gag cocky-Caucasian.
Incompetent.
Flabby.
Flacid.

The crooked felon president,
And his global pedophile clan. 

Tock-tick. Tick-tock. 
Times running out In the whitest house on the block. 

Gag on my, oh my, cocky-Caucasian.
Incompetent.
Flabby.
Flacid.

No fudge it for you Donald Jay. 

That's why we talkin' 'bout...

FUCK yOU. 
Donald Jay trump. 
Fuck you

All the people shout. 

FUCK YOU. 

Ding dong 
THE REAL PREZ 
Ding dong
That's what I said. 

Lemme tell y'all 'bout...
FUCK. 
YOU. 

Fudge it. 

LEMME HEAR YOU SHOUT. 
FUCK. 
YOU. 

Fudge it. 

Fuck You Donald Jay Trump

Do no harm. Do no harm. 
GUESS WHAT THEY SHOUT ON OLD MCDONALD'S FARM?

e-i-e-r-e-i-o

Fuck you. 

Catch a tiger by the toe...
Fuck you.
If he holler, let him go

Liar, liar. Pants on fire  
Hanging from a telephone wire. 

The crooked felon president,
And his global pedophile clan. 

Tock-tick. Tick-tock. 
Times running out In the whitest house on the block. 

Gag on my, oh my, cocky-Caucasian.
Incompetent.
Flabby.
Flacid.

No fudge it for you Donald Jay. 

That's why we talkin' 'bout...

FUCK yOU. 
Donald Jay trump. 
Fuck you

All the people shout. 

FUCK YOU. 

Ding dong 
THE REAL PREZ 
Ding dong
That's what I said. 

Fudge it for you. Fudge it for me. Fudge it for all. 

Fudge it. Fuck you man

Fudjt

[Intro]
Hands open—air electric.  Je respire le monde.  Yo piso fuerte.  أنا أتحرك بنور.  나는 깨어난다.

[Verse 1]
Bass walks first, then words obey.  I don't preach—I play.  Street hum, gold tongue, drum say stay.  Ce rythme m’écrit.

[Pre-Chorus]
One body, ten billion hearts.  Beat collects us part by part.

[Chorus]
Everybody, everywhere, all at once—move!  Shine till the ground confesses groove.  Somos fuego, lumière, ضوء, 빛.  We rise where sound turns breath to myth.

[Verse 2]
Sweat makes scripture, hips translate truth.  Chrome moon over youth.  I sing in motion, my pulse the proof.

[Bridge]
Hold it—drop it—flip it—ride.  Breath in, bass out, world wide.  Tous ensemble—vivos, libres—alive!

[Final Chorus]
Everybody, everywhere, all at once—rise!  Drum of dawn in every eye.  Love spins fast; fear melts slow.  Let the funk decide what we know.

[Outro]
Light exhales.  Silence grins.  Repeat the joy.  Begin again.
[End]

Ce rythme m’écrit

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Harmless as a Rose, Sharp as a Sword

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS / Art-Official Intelligence