fire and the box - stripped-

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written in 2028.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

I hate being so cynical
I hate feeling so
Cautious and jaded and scared

What has made us this way?
Who has led us so far astray?
Surely this can’t be
All we can be

Can we undo it all?
Lay down the armor
Of smooth and easy insincerity

Oh, how good would that be?  

I hate being so hard
I hate going through motions
And feeling so dead inside

Sometimes this isolation is crushing me
And it’s hard to figure out how I should be
How I can be
Different

Can we undo it all
With openness, courage and love?
Can I reach out to you?
And you to me?

Oh, how good would that be?

Different

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We wore the nettle shirts
They burned into our skin
No stars above the forest
Just feathers soaked in sin
She tried to call us backwards
With thread and silent prayer
But we were never waiting
We never asked to care

Six ravens
Black as bone—
We fly slow.
We don’t go home.
Six voices—
One vow to keep.
No forgiveness.
No sleep.

The youngest broke his wing
To save a dying doe
The eldest cracked his beak
To speak what none could know
But kindness made us brittle
And freedom wore too thin
We kept the wings she hated
We chose the fire within

Six shadows
On burning stone—
We see all.
We fly alone.
Six feathers—
Ink and flame.
No forgiveness.
Only name.

She gave us thread and hope
We gave her back a storm
Her prayers were never truth
Just masks she tried to warm
We are what she created
No spell can pull us down
We fly with dusk in mouth
We wear her like a crown

She lit the sky with smoke
To end the curse she gave
But we were past redemption
Too far for her to save
No thread could catch our shape
No name could draw us home
We hunt without a master
Our hearts are black as bone

Six echoes
From broken skies—
We strike slow.
We close our eyes.
Six brothers—
No breath, no bleed.
No redemption.
Only need.

Six Ravens

We Don't Talk Anymore

The Past

“Lazy Like a Monday” is a sharp-tongued, darkly funny anthem for anyone who’s ever been overworked, overlooked, or left holding the clipboard in a chaotic hospital shift. With biting wit and rhythmic storytelling, the song paints a vivid picture of ward life — where gossip spreads faster than test results, efficiency flatlines, and the queue to clock out is the only thing that moves on time. Beneath the humor lies a raw truth about burnout, bureaucracy, and the resilience of those holding the system together. Equal parts comedy and catharsis, this is the soundtrack for every unsung hero running circles in scrubs.

Apple Music

Lazy like a Monday

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

A lovey oder Paul Simon track that too often gets overlooked.

AMERICAN TUNE GTG - Roger Edwards

Wings once stretched to touch the sky
A shadow cast so broad and high
The symbol strong a nation's pride
But every rise meets time's cruel tide

Feathers bright like golden flame
A predator with a mighty name
Through valleys deep and mountains steep
The eagle soared where dreams could leap

Oh eagle bold oh eagle free
What happened to your majesty
From heights you fell a story told
Of power lost and wings grown cold

The rivers whispered tales of flight
The forests hummed of strength and might
But progress came with steel and smoke
And nature bent until it broke

The cries of prey now fade away
The sky grows still where once you’d play
But hope remains in hearts and land
A second chance a helping hand

Oh eagle bold oh eagle free
What happened to your majesty
From heights you fell a story told
Of power lost and wings grown cold

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

Rain In Death Valley

The Eagle's Flight

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Comedy songs and dark-humour originals from a working radiographer. Satire, protest, and indie experiments. 

I write comedy, satire, and straight-up originals about life in radiography, healthcare, and the wider mess. Expect protest anthems, awkward truth, and hooks that stick. If you like Bo Burnham, Weird Al, and indie left-turns, you’re in the right place.

Genres: Alternative, Indie, Singer-Songwriter, Comedy
satire, protest, indie, acoustic, alt-pop

Spotlight tracks:
	1.	“Where You Fell”
	2.	“Gone but Not Forgotten (Lost Souls)”
	3.	“Lazy Like a Monday”
	4.	“Pass the Light Around”
	5.	“All Are One (Defending Every Soul)”

Lazy like a Monday

Lazy Radiographer