An instrumental progressive rock track I played around with.

A Safer, Greener Future

This song captures the raw wonder of a Neanderthal witnessing a meteor shower, interpreting it through their primal understanding and memorializing it with cave paintings. If we could understand their language, they might sing something like this:

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Roof breaks wide, fires fall,
Wandering lights in Great Above Land call
Old Ones' eyes, burning bright,
In Endless Black, they take flight
Big Shadow stirs, world feels small,
A sign from Great Far, we see all
Fires in Great Above Land,
Wandering flames, no place to stand
Big Shadow - move sky alive
Mark now, we survive

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A Neanderthal’s worldview would have been grounded in their immediate environment and daily experiences. To describe the celestial phenomena, they likely relied on simple, concrete terms steeped in metaphor and observation. Below are possible interpretations of their conceptual vocabulary:

Sky → "Roof" or "Above"
The sky, vast and enclosing, might have been likened to a protective cave roof or the highest point they could see.

Stars → "Fires" or "Eyes"
Stars could be imagined as tiny fires like those in their camp, or as watchful eyes of spirits in the night.

Moon → "Light Stone" or "Pale Face"
The moon’s glowing presence might resemble a luminous stone or a distant face in the sky.

Sun → "Warm Fire" or "Day Hunter"
The life-giving sun could be connected to the warmth of their fire or the vitality of the hunt.

Darkness → "Endless Black" or "Big Shadow"
The vast void of the night might evoke shadows or a sense of infinity.

Space → "Big Above" or "Great Far"
Space, as the unreachable expanse, might be described as the endless realm above their world.

Movement of Stars → "Wandering Fires"
The motion of celestial bodies could be equated to animals or flames that move unpredictably.

Infinity → "Never Ending" or "Always Far"
Concepts of vastness and eternity might mirror their perception of the horizon or endless landscapes.

Spirits or Ancestors → "Old Ones" or "Big Watchers"
Celestial bodies could embody the spirits of ancestors or unseen forces watching over them.

Cosmos → "Great Above Land"
The cosmos might be understood as an expansive realm beyond their immediate reality.

Modern Thought:
“The stars are distant suns in a vast universe that stretches endlessly.”

Neanderthal Translation:
“Fires far away live in the Big Above, never ending.”

Through metaphor, gesture, and storytelling, their expressions would have been deeply meaningful, even if not directly translatable. This song invites us to imagine their awe and connection to the sky, reflecting both their world and ours.

Fires in the Great Far

I'm alone but that's alright
Watch my thoughts just take to flight
No footprints left for me to find
Just space to free my mind
In the twilight, shadows play
In the silence, I will stay
The calm wraps me in its embrace

Born alone, die alone – but that's not the end!
Love's the circle, round we bend!

Canvas blank and dreams so bright
Painting colors in the night
In the stillness, whispers call
This solitude speaks to all
With each heartbeat, I'm alive
Eager to create and thrive
In this world, I find my place

Born alone, die alone – but that's not the end!
Making space!
Finding grace!

Born alone, die alone – but that's not the end!
Love's the circle, round we bend!

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This is a reflective anthem on solitude, creativity, and connection. Through twilight imagery and a mantra of love’s eternal circle, it transforms isolation into a sanctuary of grace and purpose.

Solitude's Embrace

A primate stands alone
Where the verdant dreams to crystal bones have grown.
Eyes fixed upon the spire, dissolving the sky
A question ascendant, a shadow that climbs.
“What waits at the zenith of this endless road?
A Name? A Command? Or a truth yet untold?”
No dogma’s decree, no scripture to chart
Only the tremor of a wayfaring heart.

There’s a pull in the dust,
A whisper beneath
A shifting of shadows
That beckons him East.

Climb on, little seeker, through the breaking of fear,
Every voice that you meet is an echo you hear.
You’re not chasing their thunder or a star to pursue
For the mountain is silence… and the meaning is you.

A Lion steps near where the firelight streams,
Speaking partly in scripture, and partly in dreams.
“You seek what is written, the word and the flame
Obedience carries the weight of the Name.”
But softly the primate asks, “Will that carry me?”

A rumble of meaning,
A roar through the trees,
But the question floats upward
And rides on the breeze.

Climb on, little seeker, through the trembling of doubt.
Every voice is a lantern that flickers about.
You’re not bound by their thunder or the laws they construe
For the mountain is silence… and the meaning is you.

Every path is a mirror.
Every step is the soul.

A shadow of wings breaks the dusk overhead,
And the Sky itself answers with words never said:
“The mountain wears faces unseen from below.
Each path is a mirror. Each echo can grow.”

Climb on, little seeker - your summit is near,
No judgment awaits you, no mantle, no seer.
There’s no throne at the top, just the sky running through,
And the wind softly whispering: the meaning is you.

Wander by faith, or by rhythm and flow,
By reason or heartbeat, by fast or by slow.
No single voice holds it; all voices belong
For the mountain is silence…
and you are the song.

The Ascent

And the light comes again
And the light comes again
And the memory of home
Calls through the rain
And every echo I carry
Opens within
In the eyes of the light
Hear again

From the quiet grave
To the warming sun
Through the veil I gather again

The star-wind calls
The star-wind calls
Stars where the pathways of time
Falter and fade
But the lantern of home
Shines from within
Through the star-wind I follow
Home again

From the quiet grave
To the warming sun
Through the veil I gather again

Fragile Veil

Shadows arise, chasing echoes of old
Capturing dreams in the night's silent hold

Humans, humans, what's our purpose here?
Searching for truth, but it's never clear
In highs and lows, love and loss entwine
Seeking solutions while fate's unkind

Fragile forms, caught in time's cruel snare
Yet spirits soar, defying despair
Leaving our mark, love's glowing thread
How we're remembered, lives on unsaid

Humans, humans, what's our purpose here?
Searching for truth, yet it's never clear
In highs and lows, joy and pain relate
Finding our rhythm, embracing our fate

Dust to dust, ashes in the breeze
Mortal coil flows through eternal seas
But the love we spread, that's what will stay
Immortalizing moments in timeless ways

Humans, humans, what's our purpose here?
Searching for truth, yet it's never clear
In highs and lows, love and loss entwine
Seeking answers while fate's unkind

Timeless Ways

A certain kind of love, I'd say
Exists for me, and every night
Your kind of love sets me alight
And I know it's real
It's what I feel, what I feel

And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know you just can't tell the time
When you... it's just not right

And so our love I see in you
The things today, the things we do
And when you're near I know
You just can't see... well
I know it's real
It's what I feel

And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know you just can't see
All the time of day
I know you're mine
And all the time

A Certain Kind

Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you turn
Off all the noise
Just think of those
Still in the cold and dark
’Cause there’s not enough love to go ’round
No, there’s not enough love to go ’round

And empathy
Is what we need, my friend
Yeah empathy
Is what we need
And empathy
Is what we need, my friend
’Cause there’s not enough love to go ’round
No, there’s not enough love to go ’round

Now half the world
Can’t trust the other half
And half the world
Is struggling through
And half the world
Lies down and quietly breaks
’Cause there’s not enough love to go ’round
No, there’s not enough love to go ’round

Empathy

Shhh... be quiet... (shhh)
Stop talking
I know that they're watching
You hear that?
There's a plan
They are looking at you
Stop it
You don't know how to talk to people, (stupid)
You're not going to get anything out of this anyways
Everything is happening so fast
You can't think how to do this
You never were smart enough
You need to listen to me
You can't
You cannot do this without me
Listen to me
People are looking at you and they know that you're not capable
I agree you can't do this
Too difficult for you, (idiot)
I can't believe you thought you could succeed
People are looking at you
They know you're not capable
Hey stupid
They see right through you
They know you are a fake
Why even try, (stupid?)
Can you hear me?
Shhh... what's that noise?
They know you're not supposed to be here
I never should have come today
Maybe I should just leave
I could just walk out now
Yeah, do it
Leave
You don't belong here anyway
Run
Get out of here
No, no, (wait)
Sit still
They're looking at you
They know what you're doing
They're reading your mind
Stop thinking (stop)
Stop thinking
Don't let them know what you're thinking
They are going to hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you (hurt you)
Shhh... be quiet (shhh)
Shhh...
Stop talking
I know that they're watching

Stop Talking

“This is not a test.
All channels have been seized.
The old frequency is dead.
If you can still hear this…
…welcome to the signal.”

Yesterday hangs silent in the shattered pines,
Every whisper rotted full of borrowed lies.
Streets full of prophets choking on their crown,
I strike the match and watch it all burn down.
Truth is a razor humming at my throat
I laugh as every holy script turns to smoke.

We rise like outlaws wired to the storm,
Shouting loud enough to make the heavens deform.
Tear the future from the grip of the past
Forge our names in the fallout and ash.

Dust in our lungs from the graves we climbed,
Rebellion etched deep like a warning sign.
No more silence, no more bending to form
We write our fate in the eye of the storm.
Your kingdom’s a tomb built on sinking nails
We’re the quake that makes the whole frame fail.

We rise like outlaws wired to the storm,
Shouting loud enough to make the heavens deform.
Tear the future from the grip of the past-
Forge our names in the fallout and ash.

The sky cracks open, bleeding fire and sound,
Sirens chant hymns as the temples drown.
Close your eyes—let the dark tide pull,
Face the void ‘til the void turns full.

Dawn drops heavy like a steel blade fall,
We dance on the edge and refuse to crawl.
Every heartbeat’s riot, every breath defies
We’re the storm their prayers can’t quiet or hide.

We rise like outlaws wired to the storm,
Shouting loud enough to make the heavens deform.
Tear the future from the grip of the past
Forge our names in the fallout and ash.

Hand in hand through the burning lands,
Building worlds no ruler understands.
We are the signal.
We are the spark.


Fires in the Great Far

Nostradamus Jones' Progressive & Experimental Jamz