The Grammar of Light

[Verse]
Some dig deep
just to stay afloat
Hands all blister
still no coat

Some rise slow
before the sun
Give and give
‘till nothing’s done

[Chorus]
Some people work to the bone –
and go home cold
Others glide
and still strike gold

[Verse]
You're told it counts
to do things right
But right don't pay
on Friday night

[Bridge]
It’s not about how much you give –
but who gets seen
and who gets to live

[Chorus]
Some people work to the bone –
just to survive
Some wear crowns
they never tried

[Verse]
Hands worn thin
Truth cuts stone
Some keep bleeding
Just to own

[Outro Chorus]
Some people work to the bone –
and go home cold
Others glide
and still strike gold


Work To The Bone

The Light Never Lies

[Verse]
We don’t touch, we resonate
Through silence bent by distant weight
A charge, a pulse, a field we share
You turn, and I am almost there

[Chorus]
The light never lies
It flickers, but flies
We’re spark in the dark
Writing truth across skies

[Verse]
A photon passed between our hands
No sound, no plea, just what it understands
A grammar etched in wave and spin
We reach, collapse, begin again

[Chorus]
The light never lies
It flickers, but flies
We’re fire without flame
We’re question, not name

[Bridge]
Not bodies, but signals
Not answers, but signs
The world is a whisper
In vacuum lines

[Chorus]
The light never lies
Though shadows may try
We burn just to know
That to be is to glow

The Light Never Lies

[Verse]
You looked away, but your hand stayed still
Like a page half-turned against your will
Coffee cooled, the light turned red
But something more was left unsaid

I moved my chair a breath too near
Not to speak, but just be here
Your fingers twitched, a silent sign
And I read the space between your lines

[Chorus]
It’s not the words we throw or catch
But sparks that jump without a match
The hush before a lover leaves
The weight of what no tongue believes

[Verse]
She wiped the table, wiped it twice
As if to smooth out sacrifice
He checked the mail, then checked again
As if to name what can't remain

[Chorus]
It’s not the words we throw or catch
But sparks that jump without a match
The hush before a lover leaves
The weight of what no tongue believes

It’s not the words we throw or catch
But sparks that jump without a match
We speak in drift, in glance, in breath
A grammar wired beneath regret

[Bridge]
Like radios tuned in distant rooms
We hum, we pulse, we share our wounds
No alphabet can hold this thread –
But still, it ties what’s never said

[Outro Chorus]
It’s not a voice, but still reply
A field between the you and I
We’re not alone, not when we try
The light between us doesn’t lie

A Grammar

This Is The Path [No Beast Has Touched]

[Verse 1]
I walked the edge where silence grows
Among forgotten bones and crows
Not north, nor south – just in-between
Where memory hides what might have been
A path untrodden, undefined
Where no shadow ever screamed clarity
No claw has scratched this ancient dust
No hunger dares disturb its trust

[Chorus]
This is the path no beast has touched
Too still for fear, too deep for blood
A whispered thread through time's collapse
Where breath is birth and loss, perhaps
You who seek – remain, endure
Where no anger forms a cure
The path unfolds beneath the skin
Where nothing ends and none begin

[Verse 2]
Not made for kings, nor for the lost
It winds beyond all gain and cost
A light that rests without a name
A flame that sleeps in body's frame
The hunter's eyes can't pierce this field
No trap is set, no prey revealed
This isn’t peace, it isn’t war
But something vaster, without shore

[Chorus]
This is the path no beast has touched
Too still for fear, too deep for blood
A whispered thread through time's collapse
Where breath is birth and loss, perhaps
You who’ve loved and you who bore
A silence larger than before
The path is carved in shadow’s kin
Where all you've lost is held within

[Bridge]
And if you hear it – like a call
Not loud, but not quite silence, all
Then walk, but leave your weapons here
For truth won’t fight, and truth won’t fear

[Final Chorus]
This is the path no beast has known
Where silence sings and self is sown
A path that glows beyond the seen
Where every step is home unseen

This Is The Path [No Beast Has Touched]

[Verse]
I walk the edge of a yawning void
Only Nijinsky dares to hold my hand
You fell asleep upon the stairs
And woke with a crushed orange in your palm

You said you speak with those long gone
That their answers cut deeper than mine
Their silence wrapped in solemn grace
Outshining my faltering lines

[Pre-Chorus]
You said I wasn’t good for her –
But what the hell do you, do you know of that
Everyone who’s scared
Just bends their story to fit the facts

[Chorus]
You always told me who I was
Never cared to really know
Over and over – your damn questions
Till I gave the answer you came for

Over and over – the same demands
I wish I'd walked away back then

[Verse]
You stole the most precious thing we had
Refused to share what never was yours alone
Even knowing they'd break apart
If we didn’t leave them the peace they deserved

Just a fair chance to grow, to heal
To feel the love they were worthy of
But you chose to repeat your hell instead
The childhood you blamed for everything

[Pre-Chorus]
You said I wasn’t good for her –
But what the hell do you know of that?
Everyone who’s scared
Just bends their story to fit the facts

[Chorus]
I wish I’d fought, told you off long ago
You never thanked the fear we showed
We bent, we broke from every word
This pain was never what we owed

[Outro]
I miss my daughter every single day
But a heart turned cold took her away
Nijinsky said – cold is where death begins
And warmth was something they'd never let in

Miss My Dandelion Girl

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Spy-Fi with a metal edge? This one’s built for you.


Beware the Dancing Spy

“Closer to You” is a cinematic noir / alternative rock anthem with Bond-style drama and Tarantino cool. Sultry female vocals, hypnotic guitars, and retro-futuristic textures channel Shivaree (“Goodbye Moon”), Nancy Sinatra (“Bang Bang”), Lana Del Rey, Dusty Springfield, Morcheeba and Portishead. Mysterious, sexy, and stylish, it’s ideal for late-night playlists, moody mixes, and cinematic soundtracks — blending retro soul, trip-hop grooves, and modern indie allure. Moon and Aries deliver retro-futuristic music with a timeless flair!
"A journey through portals and time loops - to find the one your soul recognizes...".
(Thanks to: Peter Mitchell on the magical guitar, Chris Kung for the incredible mix and Francois Rocheleau for the genius mastering - we are very thankful for our global dream team).

Moon and Aries website

Closer to You

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First Incarnation - The Modern Soma of Humanity // Gold Light

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One might argue that Ritalin serves a similar societal role to Soma in Huxley’s "Brave New World," offering chemical management of mood, behavior, and productivity, though it is self-administered rather than mandated by the state. Ritalin is prescribed to enhance focus and calm, but its use (and misuse) can also produce euphoria, dependence, and withdrawal symptoms, echoing some psychological mechanisms attributed to Soma’s fictional role. However, Ritalin is a real stimulant with known physical and mental risks, while Soma is a literary creation imagined as uniformly pleasurable and socially pacifying—making their “purpose” comparable mainly in philosophical critique, not medical reality.

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music is the song 'gold light' written, produced and provided by, courtesy of mobygratis.com and its crew, licensed

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vocal production, arrangement, final mix and drop by fictionalive

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artwork illustration by and courtesy of peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive with with popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
wednesday, october 8th, 2025
4 pm central european time
tea time, right

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First Incarnation - The Modern Soma of Humanity // Gold Light

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

6 pistes
Guitar acoustic
bass
midi minilab3
fdgp yamaha drum

Into the wild

Into the wild🎧

Imagine yourself on a beautiful beach in Ibiza, the party is in full swing, you're surrounded by your friends and dancing under the warm rays of the sun. So, let's go. Dance now. / Imaginez-vous sur une plage magnifique d'Ibiza, la fête bat son plein, vous êtes entourés de vos amis et dansez sous les rayons bienfaisants du soleil. Alors, c'est parti. Dansez maintenant.

Ibiza Groove Time

09/07/2025

Aint Broke

WELL I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A FOOL                          
I’M A ROCKER I’M A ROLLER SOMEWHERE OUT THERE MY HEART IS LOCKED IN A LOCKER 
I NEED A SHELTER I NEED A SISTER BUT ALL I HAVE IS NO ONE AS A FLOATER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL YEAH
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF SITTING NEXT TO SITTING BULL
COS AND I’M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER TO ME THIS WORLD IS MUCH TOO MUCH A ROLLER COASTER
I NEED NO BOTHER I NEED A BROTHER
OR ANYONE TO LEND A HAND IT DOESN’T MATTER

TALKING TO MYSELF

AND I’M A CHOOSER NOT A BEGGAR THIN ICE BROKEN GLASS I’M A DANCER
AND I’M A LOSER NOT A WINNER LOOKING UP HIGH FROM DOWN IN THE GUTTER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING ME JOHNNY BE GOOD
YES I AM TALKING TO MYSELF JUST LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHOULD
BUT I’M A JOKER I’M A SUCKER I AM MY OWN SELF-MADE TROUBLE MAKER
I GO MEANDER UNDER THE WEATHER LOOKING FOR ONE SWEET SMOOTH OPERATOR 

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO
LET GO!



TALKING TO MYSELF (Lyrics)

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name La Wi. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.

A Grammar

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