Name: Low Q by MEMETiC in Glitch-Pop
Duration: 4 min 29 s
Description: Minimalist cinematic glitch-bass; 94 BPM, E-flat minor. Future-Funk, Intelligent Hip-Hop, Technology, Glitch-hop, Soulful, Breathy, Melodic, Melancholic, M3TA, MEMETiC, •((ŁØŴ_Q_MEMETiC))•

Glitch-Pop

Minimalist cinematic glitch-bass; 94 BPM, E-flat minor. Future-Funk, Intelligent Hip-Hop, Technology, Glitch-hop, Soulful, Breathy, Melodic, Melancholic, M3TA, MEMETiC, •((ŁØŴ_Q_MEMETiC))•

Low Q

The Soul R&B extended mix 
Lyrics Song by Sas 

[Verse]
Streetlights shine
Rain falling down
Headlights in my eyes
The lonely sound
Of a heart that needs you now

[Prechorus]
I see you
In my mind
I want you
All the time

[Chorus]
Oh I'm gonna show
Gonna show
How much I want you
Every night is our show
Oh oh oh oh

[Verse 2]
Like a flame
You burn so bright
Whispering your name
Into the night
Hoping you feel it right

[Prechorus]
I need you
In my life
I want you
Be my wife

[Chorus]
Oh I'm gonna show
Gonna show
How much I want you
Every night is our show
Oh oh oh oh

Show ( The Extended Sas Love Mix )

A holographic halftime drift in minor: deep mono sub with overtone bloom, granular pads, coil-hum textures, and a breathy chorus answering a hyper-chill rap. Palindromic hook—v0id0di0v—folds left/right space into a binaural glow while the beat cycles density (H→¼→⅛→1/16→⅛→¼). Loud, not crushed; low end locked; head-trip intact. Headphones recommended.

VOiD

Minimalist Cinematic Pop, futuristic, ambient, melancholic, breathy, vocal-forward comping; doubles and sotto-voce layers, negative-space aesthetics; 90–102 BPM.

RECURSiVE

Have you noticed that despite despite ubiquitous social media making us hyper-connected, some of us can still end up feeling utterly lost in the GLÔW. This song unpacks those ideas. #originalmusic #m3ta #IDM #Avantgarde #glitchpop #glitchy #R&B #cinematic #futuristic #M3TÅTEM •((CHÅSMS-M3TÅTEM-Remix-Remastered))•

GLOW

Dive into the digital void with this #glitchy #R&B track, where whispers and beats collide in a tale of lost connections. Feel the pull of the grid—catchy yet #haunting. Stream now! 🎵 #NewMusic #Glitchpop #melancholic #chillvibes #glitchhop #m3ta #m3tatem ((M3TÅTEM_ĞŁ¡ŤÇĦ_M¡X))

Faces In The Night

[Verse 1]
I got this imaginary gun in my hand,
Might pull the trigger, might be done.
Heart's saying stay, mind's screaming run,
Caught in the crossfire of what we’ve become.

Give me the key  I wanna be out of this room,
Overstayed at this heartbreak hotel, I assume.
Bullet's loaded and starting to really show,
Heart says stay, but mind's all set to go.

[Chorus]
Headaches, heartaches, what's goin' on?
I wanna be out of your prison.
Freedom trigger, freedom trigger.
Every fight, every lie, every tear,
Let me get out of here (outta here).
Freedom trigger, freedom trigger.

One bullet, but I ain't playing roulette,
One bullet to the heart, I'm done with it.
Freedom trigger, I just wanna be free,
Freedom trigger, for once,just let me be
(Let me be happy )Ohhh hmmm.

[Verse 2]
I've been drowning in love that's never been fair,
Now I just wanna be anywhere but here.
Your every word's like a knife, twisted around,
I've taken too much, I’ve been slowly breaking down.

Give me the key  I wanna be out of this prison,
You have done nothing but feed me your poison.
Finger on the trigger, this time I’ll be braver,
Heart's full of fear, mind won't ever waver.

[Bridge]
The weight of this love is crushing down,
But my mind's no longer bound.
I’ve been torn apart, been pulled by the tide,
I’m breaking free, nothing more to hide.

Pulling the trigger on this imaginary gun,
To let you know  I’m tired and I’m done.
Breaking out of this imaginary prison,
To let you know  I’m faded and gone.

[Chorus]
Headaches, heartaches, what's goin' on?
I wanna be out of your prison.
Freedom trigger, freedom trigger.
Every fight, every lie, every tear,
Let me get out of here (outta here).
Freedom trigger, freedom trigger.

One bullet, but I ain't playing roulette,
One bullet to the heart, I'm done with it.
Freedom trigger, I just wanna be free,
Freedom trigger, for once,just let me be
(See a smile on me)Ohhh hmmm.

[Outro]
Trigger's pulled and battle's done,
Free of you, the pain’s outshone.
Freedom trigger, I’m finally free,
Freedom trigger,
Trigger's pulled and battle's done,
Free of you, the pain’s outshone.
Freedom trigger, I’m finally free,
Freedom trigger,

Freedom Trigger

This song was created and written by: 
J J Samuel 

This production, music, and vocals were done by: 
J J Samuel 

#IndieRock #psychedelic #Dreamy #Garage rock #Pub rock #Psych-pop, #Rickenbacker #Playful

🍂 AUTUMN CAROUSEL 🎠

Where Have All the Good Men Gone?
Reidmoto: ALL

[VERSE 1]
 I’ve tried the online dating sites,
 Made a real effort to do it right.
 I answered all those first-time texts,
 Didn’t take long to learn what’s next.

[VERSE 2]
 Most of the guys sent one-liners—
 Not knowing what a woman requires.
 “Hey beautiful! You wanna meet?”
 Did they think I’d just jump out of my seat?

[Pre-chorus]
I’ve made an honest effort,
 To be a woman worth dating.
 But the years roll on, and my hope’s deflating.

[CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Are they all taken—only defects in the pond?
 Where are all the solid, salt-of-the-earth guys,
 Who know themselves and are caring and wise?

[VERSE 3]
 I’ve met the angry ones, still mad at their ex,
 Carrying grudges like unpaid debts.
  A few just want a body, not a soul—
 Leaving me emptier the more I scroll.

[CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Are they all taken—only defects in the pond?
 Where are all the solid, salt-of-the-earth guys,
 Who know themselves and are caring and wise?

[BRIDGE]
 Maybe he’s out there, working late,
 Fixing trucks or trusting fate.
 Maybe he’s healing from love gone bad—
 Just like me, he’s tired of sad.

[FINAL CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Maybe they’re waiting, just holding on—
 For a woman who’s real, not playing a part,
 Who still believes love’s a work of heart.

[OUTRO]
 So I’ll keep my faith, though it’s wearing thin,
 One honest soul could change everything.
 ’Til then I’ll laugh, and I’ll live again—
 Still asking, where are all the good men?

Where Have All the Good Men Gone? v. Pop/Rock  I've heard women ask this question

Santa, Pour Me Another


[INTRO – smoky piano, faint sleigh bells in the distance]
Beauty (soft laugh):
Santa…
You still makin’ that list?
I hope you write in pencil — I tend to smudge things.

[VERSE 1 – half-sung]
You see, I been good some nights,
And bad when it felt right.
I gave love like champagne —
bubbly, dangerous, gone by sunrise.

[SANTA – softly, maybe as a low male jazz voice]
Ho ho, you never change, my dear.
Still mistletoe and mischief, every year.

[Beauty grinning]
Well, Santa, love’s my crime and cure.
Ain’t that what December’s for?

[CHORUS – sung with a gospel warmth]
So pour me another,
Make it strong and kind.
If you see my baby tonight,
Tell him he’s off my mind.
(I’m lyin’, but I’m tryin’, Santa —
You know the kind.)

[BRIDGE – Beauty & Santa, call and response]
Beauty: I asked for peace.
Santa: You got a drink.
Beauty: I asked for truth.
Santa: You wrote in ink.
Beauty: I asked for love.
Santa: You poured it twice.
Beauty: Then spilled it —
Ain’t that nice?

[OUTRO – smoky trumpet, laughter fading]
Beauty:
Tell the elves I said cheers.
And if you pass by Camden…
I’ll leave the lights on.

Santa, Pour Me Another

A real one about fatherhood, love, and the moments that show you who you really are.
Hope this one hits home for you the way it did for me.

Man of the House

[Verse]
Today is our forever
So you better keep your promises
Just tell me you'll love me truly
And I'll be yours endlessly

[Verse]
I can't believe I'm standing next to you
Can't wait to say I do
I'll give you all my love
So baby
Don't be scared of the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
I never thought that I'd be here with you
Your love always get's me through
Girl
All I want is you

[Chorus]
You got me sayin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Baby you got me sayin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I can never tell a lie
And with you
Girl
I'd do anything
You make my body sing
Yeah

[Bridge]
And I love you
Girl
I swear I do
I don't know what I'd do
Without you

[Chorus]
You got me sayin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You got me sayin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Baby I'm sayin'
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Spoken]
From the moment I laid eyes on you,
I knew my heart had found its home
I promise to stand by your side, 
To laugh with you, 
To cry with you, 
And to love you for all my days
I vow that All that I am I give to you, 
And all that I have I share with you
This is our forever
I love you...

Our Forever (Got me Sayin' Yeah)

"THE RIGHT HANDS" 

Lyrics by Mark Bloss
Music by AI assist from suno.com

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

Once the keepers of the gold became the keepers of the law,
And people bowed to rules that only served the few who saw
A kingdom made of lack, a fear they could ignite—
And slowly all those borrowed truths were carved into “the right.”

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Gold on the table, writing laws in the dark,
Selling halos to the faithful just to fracture their hearts.
They preach the rules like scripture,
Raise ‘em up ‘til they’re “divine,”
But every little holy law was just a dollar in disguise.

And I’m done with the threats, with the fear they sell,
With the kingdoms built on pockets instead of selves.

But good is not a relic, and good is not a throne.
Good is every quiet heart refusing to be owned.
Let belief be unencumbered, let each voice learn to rise—
The right hands are not the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

Good isn’t gilded, good isn’t bought—
Good is the courage to say this stops.
No more thrones made of borrowed breath.
No more gods built on someone’s debt.
Let every soul have room to breathe—

They said the ones with gold decide the rules for all the rest,
Then crowned their laws as sacred after years of fear and test.
But people rise when pressure breaks,
And truth demands its due—
A world is built by human hands, not those who own the few.
So, raise your voice for the will of all,
For a world where every soul stands tall.
Let justice breathe where the old lies fall,
And never again let wealth enthrall.
Good must win—
And the right hands aren’t the rich hands,
They’re the hands of everyone.

The right hands aren’t the rich hands,
But the ones that open wide.

The Right Hands

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