This is one of my favorite songs but I made a version of it where I'm singing instead

Jeff Rosenstock - Nearly Midnight, Honolulu (Neko Case Cover)

**About This Track**  
An original AI-assisted composition by Rob Nelson (*Bring Your Own Brilliance*) and Ron Cameron (*Alien Garden*). This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.

This song track is based on the English language version titled, “We Got Your Number”




**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: by Rob Nelson 
- **Executive Producer for this track**: Rob Nelson
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI and AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: Processed with LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: https://vider.ai/ 
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: Cyanite AI

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.


Into The Unknown [Version # 5] [ITUK5]

jumping wildly atop my bed, 
i cross my fingers and move ahead. 
hope divides a shaking force. 
with oven mitts, can't shut that door. 

pigeon shit on a marble shrine, 
hope glowing or a well-lit lie? 
pigeon shit on a marble shrine, 
in a squint, looks like no. 5 

i wanna feel sorted 
i wanna feel sorted 
i gotta quit something 
i wanna feel sorted 

(ouroboros) 

like the particles that you are made of 
like the memories that you keep trace of 
like the animal that we have caged up 
like the body you'll never escape from 
like the sciences behind our make-up 
like the temple that you are the base of 
like the spectrum that we are shade of 
like an energy you cannot break up 

organize organize keep it sorted 
(i wanna feel sorted) 
organize organize keep it sorted 
(i wanna feel sorted) 

organize organize keep it sorted 
exercise exercise keep it sorted 
wait in line wait in line fill the forms in 
be on time be on time bring your own pen 
diet right diet right no more chocolate 
no white lies no white lies do the right thing 
go outside go outside like a good kid 
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted 

you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted 
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted 
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted 
you'll be fine you'll be fine keep it sorted 

i wanna feel sorted 
i wanna feel sorted 
i gotta quit something

Ouroboros

these soft hands have a grip 
of where the body they're a part of's going, 
if it gets up in the morning. 
papa's jeans never fit, 
handed down his looks and nervous ticks, 
but what about callouses? 
he deserves each wink of sleep - white canvas is all he dreams of. 
i dream of bombast abstractions, 
will they be something that he's proud of? 
will i ever receive applause from my creators or history's long thumb? 
will i ever go to bed thinking i earned my good fortune? 

these soft hands on my hips... 
we'll finally dance along to melodies we sing inside our head all day, 
they'll stay with us 'til they see the light. 

until then, i'll give what i got, even if it's not special - 
cuz i learn what i'm not when i'm out of perspective. 
i find i fall in at the very last second, 
but my body makes it hard to leave a lasting impression. 

these soft hands have a grip (i find i fall in) 
of where the body they're a part of's going (at the very last second) 
but my body makes it hard... 

it's what i'm working with, it's what i work toward, 
not what i'm working on, or who i'm working for. 
is it worth it? 

it's what i'm working with, it's what i work toward, 
not what i'm working on, or who i'm working for. 
is it worth it? am i worth it? 

and when it's done we'll dance and dance and dance.

Spirituals

STRFKR - Death as a Fetish

Yucky Duster consists of four friends based in Brooklyn who use sassy pop songs to convey earnest ideas about both the mundane and special things in life. Their new EP Duster's Lament is out 1/13 as part of the Infinity Cat Cassette Series, curated by Casey Weissbuch.

The Mountain Goats "Andrew Eldritch is Moving Back to Leeds"

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