(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

Pain And Misery

Full album: https://on.soundcloud.com/G75wVH4ivAjOn2dNNj

Lyrics:

"They’ll call you crazy," 
they always do,
say you’re chasing 
things no one pursues.
They’ll roll their eyes, 
they’ll shake their heads,
“Who are you to dream that big?” they said.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

“You know nothing,” 
they will shout,
“Where’s your title? 
What’s your route?”
They’ll laugh and point 
from their safe ground,
while you’re building storms 
without a sound.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

You walk alone, 
but not in fear,
your fire speaks 
when none will hear.
Born with light 
they tried to dim,
but stars don’t ask 
the world to grin.

Let them doubt, let them resist,
true change was never born to fit.
The wheel of life won’t place you high or low
it takes you where you’re meant to go.
But only a few know how to draw
the map that leads through fire and flaw.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

So stand your ground 
and face the fire,
you were never meant 
to just admire.
The world will change 
because you stayed—
not when they clapped,
but when they swayed.

The wheel of life

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

lay, lay, 

rest your dream,

ohhhh,

Sprit comes into your head,
says,

Do You Live in the Rain?
hmmmmm,

Do you dwell
Where darkness crys?

ohhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,




The lights decay—
Time gets lost
And fades away.


Beneath your bed—
Rain taps soft
Where dreams have bled.

Do you breathe
In thunder’s name?

Drip by drip,


Down haunted halls—
No one knocks,
But someone calls.
A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

Do you sleep

Until the dawn.

Eyes like glass,
Hands of pain—
You exist
But don’t resist.

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,


Rain begins,
You never run.

Tell me now,
Through windowpane—

Do you live
Inside the rain?

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby

O Soul of My Soul (A Mourning Hymn)

Ohhh... I lay on the moor...
Oooooh, so cold... so cold,
Yet still I breathe...
Hmmmm... I breathe and grieve...
Though thou art gone, I live.

Oooo... the wind, it moans thy name—
Ohhh, the heather weeps the same.
Thy grave is near,
Thy voice I hear...
Hmmmm... in every gust of flame.

I weep by thy stone—
Oooooo, I weep alone.
Ohhh, love of mine,
Thy touch was warm...
Now only frost is thine.

Ohhhhhh... soul from my soul,
Ooooohhh, come back, come whole.
Thy shadow clings—
It walks with me,
Across the hills, endlessly.

Hmmm... I sing, I sigh, I plead,
Oooo... rise, though Death may lead.
Break from the clay,
Ohhh, break the sleep—
For love is strong, and love runs deep.

Ohhhh, soul of my soul,
Come home, come home...
Hmmmm... I am thine—still thine,
Though stars have dimmed
And God keeps time.

Ooooohhh...

PB2025
PAGES IN CLOUDS
PATRICK BURKE 2025

(A Mourning Hymn)

Primary Colors

Glyn Hyde - The End Of Something 2019

#StarWhale становится не просто музыкальным произведением, а звуковым порталом, через который слушатель может услышать песню вселенной, ощутить космическую ностальгию и вспомнить о своем звездном происхождении. Это музыка для космических русалок и звездных китов — для всех, кто слышит зов далеких галактик и помнит дом среди звезд.

XVII. Звезда

Resistance Aksil beats

I want all the hoes

Song for the writer
(Mark Irving Anderson)
 
...An empty page, a silent room
A melody just out of reach
A midnight hum, a pencil’s tomb
I chase the words that I can’t speak…
 
…Crumbled paper, scattered dreams
Every dream a leap of faith
Hope reflected in-between
A silent chord a silent wraith…
 
[Chorus]
…This songs for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word will find its mark
Carved forever in his song
It’s for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer…
 
…How does a feeling find its form
A verse begins, a chorus teases
How does thunder find a storm
I scribble fragments, puzzle pieces…
 
…Will someone hear this wandering tune
Notes that stumble, words that flee
Born on a Sunday afternoon
Or is this tune just for me…
 
[Chorus]
…This one’s for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word finds its mark
Carved forever in the song
This is a song for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer…
 
[Bridge]
In the hush, I surrender
To whatever time remembers
I’m lost, I’m found, I’m right, I’m wrong
Just a writer in a song…
 
[Chorus]
…This one’s for the writer
And the world where he belongs
Where every word finds its mark
Carved forever in his song
It’s for the writer
And the tales he needs to tell
Tracing long lost memories
And the places where they fell
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer
This one’s for the writer…

Song for the writer

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