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Star Feeder - Live Extract with Korg Esx-1

Star Feeder - Live Extract

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

The second Round

This album by Captain Dreadbone describes a tragedy.

Across the rim of the galaxy, two brothers walk opposite sides of the law — one bound by duty, the other by desire.
Blood and Stardust follows their trail through five chapters: the hunt through the void, a near-fatal standoff, a return from the brink, the final duel beneath Io’s cold suns, and a quiet reckoning in a cell among the stars.


Lyrics

The lawman tracked the outlaw to a moon with no air,
An old freight yard rustin’ under solar glare.
No sound but static and his boots on steel,
A ghost on the wind, a pulse he could feel.

He’d chased this man from star to star,
Through nebula storms and the edge of war.
Now the trail ran cold where the shadows pooled,
One last stand—one last fool.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

A plasma bolt screamed across the floor,
Tore through the wall, left an open door.
He saw the outlaw grin through the smoke,
Said, “Should’ve stayed gone, friend—law’s a joke.”

He fired once, then twice again,
Echoes rang through the oxygen vents.
A flash, a twist—then silence deep,
And the stars outside didn’t miss a beat.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

He hit the ground, lungs full of ash,
Blood bloomed black in the helmet’s glass.
The outlaw’s boots walked out of frame,
Left his name burned in the data chain.

No sermons here, no badge to shine,
Just driftin’ lights and a flatline sign.
The lawman’s voice on the radio cried,
“Justice don’t breathe where the stars have died.”

Blood & Stardust

Iron in the Dust

We Rise in the Light VI

It wasn’t the code, it was the grip — Greedy hands, white teeth, power trip. Systems don’t fail — people twist the key, Paint the cage gold, call it “liberty.” We’ve seen the saints turn silent and grey, Watched truth get sold in a sponsored way. Billboards bloom where forests died, And loyalty’s a mask that billionaires buy. But even in cities drowned in noise, The broken still hum, the lost find voice. We thread our rage into rhythm and tact — The beat don’t lie — we run it back. No gods behind the algorithm, Just cowards in suits, callin’ that “wisdom.” But we ain’t tech — we bleed, react, We remix fate — we run it back. Run it back — where the truth got cut, Where the deals were made and the doors slammed shut. No kings, no flag, no planned attack — Just eyes wide open — we run it back. Run it back — through fire, through flood, Through every name that signed in blood. No reset switch, no clean contract — We carry the weight — and run it back. They carved their names in digital stone, But power don’t last in a voice alone. We speak in breakbeats, rage, and soul, Hearts sync to drums they can’t control. No prophets here, just ghosts and light, Marchin’ through fog with bass as sight. If the truth gets buried under the plaque, We dig it up — and run it back. You can’t trademark the fire in skin, Or map the path real change begins. We’re not the glitch — we’re the hack, Not out for revenge — we run it back. So light it up — for the unheard track, For every voice they tried to redact. We’re not done. We’re just intact. With love and rage — we run it back.

Run It Back (IV)

The Meme Police, they live inside your feed
They ghost your tweets, then call it "liberty"
The Meme Police, they got your browser tagged
They watch your memes, and say your wit's a flag
They bustin' dreams for hashtags

Yo, they tapped my line in '99, I wasn't even lit yet
Just a kid on LimeWire, downloadin' presets
Now they read my DMs, deep in my biz
Flaggin' all my jokes like I'm Julian Assange's twin
COINTELPRO flow, they still on that shit

Tappin' black poets and professors who resist
Ask MLK - he got death threats and dirt
They tried to break his soul before they put him in the dirt
Fred Hampton napped, got clapped in his bed
By alphabet goons, now who's the real threat?

(They say they keep us free…)
But truth is treason in this empire of deceit
They silence the bold, the wise, the freaks
Like Snowden speakin' facts - now he exile'd overseas
Or Nina Simone - watched just for singin' peace
The Meme Police, they lurk in every scroll
They datamine your soul like they own control

The Meme Police, with AI in their van
They broke my VPN and banned my OnlyFans
Yeah, they clap back with no hands

I spit rhymes encrypted, Matrix in my mind
But they see through that - yo, Google snitchin' this time
CIA on TikTok, tryna flip your vibe
Start a revolution, next thing: demonetized
They fear ideas that breathe and move

They tried to cancel Malcolm with the hidden goons
And artists too - Basquiat felt the heat
They smear your name clean off the gallery sheets
Ask Assata, she fled with the quickness
Now they label her a threat - but who's the sickness?

They call it law and order…
But it's really just a trap
A carceral clickbait that maps your every clap
They scare the thinkers, the rebels, the geeks
And call it "justice" when they silence your speech

The Meme Police, they trail your every like
They glitch your voice then gaslight you with mic
The Meme Police, they don't believe in art
They trace your bars like fingerprints on hearts
They call subversion dark -

You see, they came for the radicals…
The ones who knew too much
Sank the poets with dossiers,
Banned books and such.

But a meme ain't just a joke, it's a cipher, a mirror - 
So they fear it like a ghost when the picture gets clearer.
The Meme Police, they live inside your phone
They scrub your mind like they scrubbin' chrome

The Meme Police, they think they own the net
But truth lives on in the memes they ain't erased yet
We post back with no regret

They watchin' your tags…
They trackin' your slang…
But we still spit flame…
Still spit flame…
Still spit - flame…

Meme Police (VII)

You said… don’t fall in love, just fall in line.
Don’t catch feelings, just catch a ride.
So here we are… 2AM and still burning out.

Concrete slick, rain on the strip
Dark alleys smell like secrets and spit
You move like a dare, got me locked in the frame
Cheap liquor, heavy breath, I don’t even know your name
Ahhhhhhh
Oooooooo

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Sneakers scuff cracked pavement slow
Your laugh is trouble I already know
Fingers on my throat, pulling me close
A dangerous spark where the blackout goes
Ahhhhhhh, ehhhhhh

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

It’s not love. It’s revival.
It’s not forever. It’s just tonight.

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Kiss Me Dirty (III)

They said I’d fade, they said I’d fall,
But I still rise above it all.
Every wall they built, I turned to dust,
Every doubt they spoke just fueled my trust.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all

The storm hit hard, tried to take my core,
But it only made me want more.
Every step I take is on my terms,
No return, I let it all burn.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all!
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all!


Against It All (VII)

Breathe With Me (III)

Mushroom Jazz Live in SF 10/2016

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