Counterfeit Relics (You Should Not Have Did)

This is a song about those you depend on.

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I LOOK FOR YOU
(c) JunkHeap Apr 06 2022 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Sometimes the days wear me down.  
I'm looking outside,
see my reflection in the window.
Furrowed brow and worrying  
etching its lines.
   
The world it turns and burns,
seems like it'll always be this way.
Hope shines bright through the clouds, 
as we wish for a better day.

I look for you.
I see your face in the crowd. 
Her eyes call to me, 
and we meet and 
hold each other so close. 
I feel your warmth.
See the throngs of people
moving like a wake around us;
in the ordered chaos, 
we save each other from it all.

ch. / break

My pillar of sanity, is you.
I look for you 
to whittle away the time 
on this insane ride.
Laughter and I get you.
We're past the pleasantries.
So many great days behind,
so many ahead.
So many great days ahead.

I look for you.

I Look For You

Cover of   https://soundcloud.com/killedmonkmusic/slow-times
Artwork by Kristina Mills of Chattanooga, TN
Thank you KilledMonkMusic for the kind words and inspiration. Good luck on your journey.

Slow Times by Killed Monk Music

lyrics, vocals, mixing by Tam Jennifer, on synthetic guitar loop (anon.) Two loops have been chopped up, arranged and mixed in with the vocals to accent emotion. 

Indie experimental trap. 

Vocals recorded and mixed using Audacity and RODE USB Mini Microphone

FOR MY MOTHER

Cover generated using Stable-Diffusion.. design by Tam Jennifer. 

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I originally recorded a version of this song just two months after she died. Here is the original. 

Listen to Mother mother (DEMO 20191118) by Tam Jennifer Music on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/r6jbs

Where Did She Go ( I Wanna Know, 2022 )

Quand l'esprit fusionne avec le corps!

When the mind merges with the body!

Mind's ouverture

Mind's Ouverture

all music and stuffs by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

stay down (slowed+reverb)

Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Why can't I get any peace of mind?
Something crushing happens each time
happiness comes my way.
It is never here to stay. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

I'm beat down, broken and terrified
yet I carry on somehow and take it in stride. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

Something crushing happens every time
That I think I've achieved peace of mind...

The Game

#mitology #alternativerock #perseo #andromeda #mitologiagreca

Perseo

One Can Dream (Full Mix)

Music by AudioBake
https://soundcloud.com/audiobake

Additional bass, synth, vocals & lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics:
You try to run, you try to flee
But the streets are filled with mutant freaks

Your Mylar suit has sprung a leak
Now head crabs crawl up your feet

My Dystopia! My Dystopia! My Dystopia! Ma-ma-ma my-dystopia!

Everything sucks and it always rains
Zombies roam the streets, looking for brains

Giant rats crawl from sewer drains
Look at them close they have a human face

My Dystopia! My Dystopia! My Dystopia! Ma-ma-ma my-dystopia!

You huddle round a garbage fire
Think you’re cool in your ripped attire

The only food is mystery meat
It’s most likely made of Soylent Green!

My Dystopia! My Dystopia! My Dystopia! Ma-ma-ma my-dystopia!

Drink your Lightning Claw, it’s all the rage
Head in the cloud, mind in a daze

How we got here is now a haze
Wear hockey pads and pierce your face

My Dystopia (AudioBake & Cosmic Keanu)

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Counterfeit Relics (You Should Not Have Did)

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