Begin Here

Crime

no scope

Glare of the Beer Can

It's Wonderful

Microwave Rhapsody

Forever

Hanging On A Bassline

Like Your Father

Days Gone By

This piece is both a mirror and a megaphone.
A reflection of what we’ve built, and a reminder of what we’ve forgotten.

It began as a simple observation how easily we keep moving forward while the world quietly falls apart. We build skyscrapers that reach nowhere, launch rockets to emptiness, and call it progress. We construct ballrooms for kings while children go hungry, and then we “turn the page,” pretending it’s not our concern.

But beneath that illusion, a deeper truth hums one Bill Hicks once shouted through the noise: “It’s just a ride.”
That idea cuts through time like lightning. It reminds us that reality is temporary, and change is always possible. We don’t have to live in fear, or chase false crowns. We can slow the spin. We can fix what’s broken. We can choose love over fear, unity over division, compassion over greed.

“It’s Just a Ride” is a cinematic spoken word piece for anyone who’s ever looked around and thought, this can’t be all there is.
Because it isn’t.

We built the ride.
We can change the ride.
All it takes… is the choice

[Opening]
We keep moving forward
Even though tomorrow’s uncertain
Building skyscrapers that reach to nowhere
While children hunger
And the world pretends not to see

Just turn the page
Build another rocket to nowhere

[Verse 1]
We build houses most can’t afford
And call it progress
We pave the streets with luxury
While the broken sleep beneath our eyes
Not our problem
Not our concern
Turn the page

A ballroom for a king
Isn’t that what we really need

[Bridge]
The world’s just a ride
Bright lights, wild turns,
A ticket you pay with your attention
Some remember and whisper
Don’t be afraid. It’s only a ride
But we silence them
We’ve invested too much in the illusion
The furrows of worry
The big bank accounts
The kingdoms made of fear

[Verse 2]
We could slow the spin
We could fix what’s broken
We could feed, heal, teach
Reach out, rebuild
But mercy doesn’t sell
And kindness doesn’t trend
So we keep the carousel spinning
The music loud, the lights blinding
just turn the page

[Outro]
It’s just a ride
And we can change it anytime
No fear
No locks.
No walls
Just a choice
Between the eyes of fear
And the eyes of love

And if we ever choose right
Maybe this time
We’ll stop turning the page
And start rewriting it



Just Turn the Page (It’s Still the Same Ride)

It's Wonderful

Pynch