Break free from oppression that has you pinned down and relegated as hoi polloi of a broken society where the rich and affluent hold the keys to true liberty.  "The rich man's dancing, whilst the poor man pays the band."

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Street lights flicker shadows crawl
Riding waves of old decay
Steel strings scream through broken walls
Voices rise don’t fade away

[Verse 2]
Shackles rusted dreams untamed
Silent hills where rebels rove
Through the haze of smoke and flame
Revolution fires stoked

[Chorus]
Break the chains tear the veil
Shout out loud in the night
No more silence break the rail
Freedom rings we ignite

[Verse 3]
Distant roars a restless cry
Sweat and thunder in the air
Burning ink fuels the sky
Every soul speaks defying scare

[Bridge]
Stir the pot of discontent
Twist the knife turn the key
Echoes of the movement sent
Cut the ties and be free

[Verse 4]
Spitting fire at the throne
Rhythms pound against the norm
Feel the power in your bones
Rip through silence like a storm

Break the Chains

This song tells the story of an island dweller who becomes smitten with a mysterious woman in a floppy hat he spots on the beach, spending days fantasizing about a romantic relationship with her but lacking the courage to approach her. When he finally works up the nerve to introduce himself, he discovers she's already taken, leading to a bittersweet lesson about seizing romantic opportunities before they slip away, all set to a dreamy Caribbean 6/8 rhythm.

(Verse 1)
Morning light on my small abode,, a gentle breeze begins to blow
Another day, the ocean's call, I watch the waves, I watch them fall
Then down the beach, a captivating sight, bathed in the morning's golden light
A floppy hat, a graceful stride, my heart takes flight, nowhere to hide.

(Chorus)
Oh, the rhythm of the island, 6/8 time, a sweet command
For the lady in the floppy hat, a love song whispered, just like that
In my mind, we dance and sway, beneath the sun, throughout the day
Caribbean dreams, a gentle sigh, beneath the vast and endless sky.

(Verse 2)
I see us laughing, hand in hand, dreaming futures on the sand
Sharing secrets, soft and low, where the turquoise waters flow
A silly thought, a foolish game, this silent love, I can't proclaim
My courage falters, words won't come, a silent, lovestruck, island bum.

(Chorus)
Oh, the rhythm of the island, 6/8 time, a sweet command
For the lady in the floppy hat, a love song whispered, just like that
In my mind, we dance and sway, beneath the sun, throughout the day
Caribbean dreams, a gentle sigh, beneath the vast and endless sky.

(Bridge)
One morning, resolution clear, I faced my doubt, I conquered fear
To walk right up, to say hello, and let my hidden feelings show
As I approached, with hopeful stride, no longer could my feelings hide
She walked with him, a hand entwined, a truth I couldn't leave behind.

(Chorus)
Oh, the rhythm of the island, 6/8 time, a sweet command
For the lady in the floppy hat, a love song whispered, just like that
In my mind, we dance and sway, beneath the sun, throughout the day
Caribbean dreams, a gentle sigh, beneath the vast and endless sky.

(Outro)
No guts, no glory, that's the truth, a lesson learned in island youth
Strike fast, don't deliberate, or love might just evaporate.
But the sun still shines, the waves still roll, a happy heart, a peaceful soul.
Another day, another chance, to join the island's joyful dance.

(Chorus)
Oh, the rhythm of the island, 6/8 time, a sweet command
For the lady in the floppy hat, a love song whispered, just like that
In my mind, we dance and sway, beneath the sun, throughout the day
Caribbean dreams, a gentle sigh, beneath the vast and endless sky.

The Lady in the Floppy Hat

This laid-back anthem celebrates the carefree "island time" lifestyle, where the narrator has traded the stress of modern life for simple pleasures like sunshine, sea breezes, and cold drinks by the shore. The song contrasts the rush of corporate life with the peaceful contentment found in nature's treasures - from dolphin sightings to starlit nights - emphasizing that true wealth comes from embracing the present moment rather than chasing material success.

Sunrise creepin' over the Keys, another day begins
Salty air and a gentle breeze, washin' away my sins
Got my old guitar, a worn-out hat, and a smile upon my face
No need for a map, no need for that, just findin' my own pace

Oh, I'm livin' on island time, where the worries just drift away
Sippin' on a lime, feelin' fine, gonna make the most of today
No rush, no fuss, just sand in my toes and sun on my skin
Another perfect day, as the tide flows, where the good times begin

Heard a story 'bout a pirate's gold, buried deep beneath the sand
But I found my treasure, worth more than untold, right here in this island land
A conch shell trumpet, a pelican's flight, a dolphin's playful leap
These are the riches, day and night, that my happy heart will keep

Oh, I'm livin' on island time, where the worries just drift away
Sippin' on a lime, feelin' fine, gonna make the most of today
No rush, no fuss, just sand in my toes and sun on my skin
Another perfect day, as the tide flows, where the good times begin

Some folks chase the concrete dream, with their suits and their ties so tight
But I prefer a sun-drenched beam, and a starry, moonlit night
The only deadlines I ever meet, are the ones for the next high tide
With a cold one in my hand, oh so sweet, and nowhere left to hide

Oh, I'm livin' on island time, where the worries just drift away
Sippin' on a lime, feelin' fine, gonna make the most of today
No rush, no fuss, just sand in my toes and sun on my skin
Another perfect day, as the tide flows, where the good times begin

So raise a glass, to the endless blue, and the simple joys we find
In this paradise, me and you, leaving all our cares behind.
Yeah, leaving all our cares behind.

To The Endless Blue

Subtle and moving, featuring mild piano, strings and a soft choir that create a yearning, reflective mood.

There Was A Time

Not So Benign

Murky and mystifying with a Mid-Eastern influence. Features layered drones, synths, and non-lyrical voices that creates a ghostly, eerie mood.

Desert Shadows

Mike left his Stanford CS degree and lucrative software engineering career behind to pursue his true passion in the desert. Now composing cinematic scores and writing introspective lyrics from his Las Vegas home studio, he channels the same precision that once debugged complex algorithms into crafting haunting melodies that have caught the attention of indie film directors and sync licensing companies across the Southwest.

The Lady in the Floppy Hat

Mike Molony

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