Carefree

SHE GAVE ME WATER

Art cover: Model ElectroTrek

Title: Basically
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Doot, doot, doot do do do dah do dah,
Doot, doot, doot, do, doot dah!

Basically, you think you own me,   
But, FYI, I don't give an *Uck...
Right to your eyes, 
I'd tell ya you're straight out of luck!

You don't live in my shoes, honey.
Can't, even if you didn't choose!
I wouldn't want to be stranded on an island with you, uh!
Ooh, you'd piss your pants--
Even faster than a driven lance.

So, you ain't so street smart,
Even in the least part.
That don't make you strong on top,
Even when you play on my turf!

Now you kiss my ass,
And crawl away in the grass!
I'm not to be played by you another day. Yeah!
All you ever ask,
Is thinking about your past.
I'm so over you...Ooh, yeah, ooh!

Basically, I own myself,
Putting you back on the shelf.
Can't stand the sight of 
What you thinkin' you are.

I don't know what you got baby!
Ain't enough to satisfy me.
You'll NEVER be in my bed making me happy, anyway! 

Yeah!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah...
I got rid of you!
Ah ha ha, um, ah ha!
Ooh...
You're driven down on your luck!
Now you're gone!
Thank God!!
Basically, I own myself! 

Just a wee bit of a backstory shaping note:) *This track got its inspiration from a favorite genius lyricist of mine:)
Mr. Eric Festa, here on the Cloud! https://soundcloud.com/user-323190184

©7-31-2022 Release/*All Rights Reserved
Written Lyrics by: Lady ElectroTrek
Music by:
Track: Road Trip 
www.fiftysounds.com

Basically

From The Rising Of The Sun

Waves of Our Minds

Star Girl

Electro Fantasia

Machir

Original by: FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin

Classique fusion 2022 10 24

Night Drives

1982

U GoT - Germany (Hace Mucho Calor!)

Clip : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssYoXrr_DeU&t=6s

U GoT - Germany (Original Mix)

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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