Sincerely Your Own

The Spirit Of Christmas

Winter Wonderland (Remastered)

Temperance Ain’t Tame

Temperance

Slow Don’t Mean Weak

Gold in the Groove

If Papa Smurf Is Wrong, I Don’t Wanna Be Right

Harmless as a Rose, Sharp as a Sword

MOLTEN

Verse 1 – Dive Bar Universe
Life runs like a dive on the edge of town,
Sticky-tile nights with the lights half down.
Universe leans on the warped old wood,
Grin says trouble, eyes say good.

“Pick your poison, kid, call your shot,”
Menu reads Safe and the Same Old Plot.
I’m done sipping calm from a cracked old cup,
So I nod at the sky and say, “Spike it up.”

Pre-Chorus 1
Past-self groans in the dusty glass,
Future-self claps like, “Let’s outgrow our past.”

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”


Verse 2 – Bike on the Hill
Street tilts cruel and the air runs thin,
Every small doubt crawls over my skin.
Traffic roars loud, whispers, “Turn around,”
But my stubborn heart loves the uphill ground.

Some folks chase smooth, padded days,
Guardrail comfort and familiar ways.
I chase sparks on a crooked climb,
Scraped-up knees but a living mind.

Pre-Chorus 2
Stopping too long on this tilted road
Feels like sliding under the load.

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Verse 3 – Blessings on a Ball of Dirt
Friends hold vigil on this spinning stone,
Root for each underdog, including their own.
Tiny kind acts plant quiet seed,
Growing through concrete, answering need.

Forces I never quite name or see
Tilt small breaks toward you and me.
Every favor I tossed in the dark one day
Rides back home in a bright replay.

Pre-Chorus 3
Even when clouds crowd every view,
Somewhere above, a clear shine breaks through.

Chorus
Pour us a drink that hurts and heals,
Burns our tongues, then shows what’s real.
We raise this world like a shaking lamp,
Walking together while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Bridge – Everybody’s Kink
Every soul walks with a funny crack,
Soft strange fault that holds them back.
Hyper-strong hearts hide tender nights,
Jokers write poems about hard rain lights.

Maybe some watcher who loves our kind
Balanced our courage with these faults assigned.
Said, “For every sharp edge I carve in you,
I’ll leave one weakness to keep you true.”

Final Chorus – Blessing in a Dive Bar
So Universe, lean close, fill my glass,
Mix my failures with a little class.
Line it with dust from my comfort zone,
Salt it with chances I call my own.

Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I’ll ride this hill with a crooked lamp,
Laughing at danger while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Outro
When the jukebox fades and the street turns dim,
I walk out lighter on a reckless whim.
One more round of this crooked camp—
Universe winks, “Go on then, champ.”

TRY NOT TO DIE

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

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