Some songs punch.
Others whisper truth through a smile.

This one? It just points.

We’ve cracked atoms, cloned organs, launched billionaires into orbit
but underneath it all, we’re still chasing sparkle, still measuring worth in glitter.
Like cavemen in suits.
Still trading shiny rocks.

This track doesn’t mock. It doesn’t rage.
It simply walks beside you like a friend
and wonders out loud,
How far have we really come?

[Verse 1]
Two cavemen squatted by a flame
Each one trying to stake his claim
One had amber, one had flint
They called it wealth, they grinned and squint
No words for greed, no thoughts of stocks
Just wide-eyed trades for shiny rocks

[Chorus]
Now we wear watches worth a home
Crowns of chrome and gemstone phones
We’ve mapped the stars, we’ve hacked the clocks
But we’re still just trading shiny rocks
We crave applause, we mine the earth
We chase reflections, not our worth
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

[Verse 2]
We build machines with minds that learn
Send billionaires on joyride turns
We scroll for likes, we chase the praise
Wrap empty lives in golden chains
We’ve got rockets fueled by debt and talk
Still kneeling at the shrine of rocks

[Chorus]
Now we wear watches worth a home
Crowns of chrome and gemstone phones
We’ve mapped the stars, we’ve hacked the clocks
But we’re still just trading shiny rocks
We crave applause, we mine the earth
We chase reflections, not our worth
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

[Verse 3]
They keep us dazzled, keep us numb
With polished dreams and glittered crumbs
We trade our time, we sell our peace
For fleeting highs and a longer lease
We're moving fast but going nowhere
Chained to shine we shouldn’t wear.

[Bridge]
But what if we all saw the thread
Stopped chasing shine, and lived instead
Just food and shelter, peace and rest
The kind of wealth that feeds us best
They’d call it crisis, we’d call it peace
The day the buying had to cease

[Final Chorus]
We’ve built the skies and split the seas
But still bow down to jewelry
We dress it up, we call it worth
Still selling dreams for bits of dirt
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

Still Trading Shiny Rocks

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency



I sit beneath the quiet sky...
Wondering where we go when we say goodbye...
The stars don’t answer, the wind just sighs...
But her eyes...
they tell no lies...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does, she looks at me twice...
Like she's seen the place where the rivers shine...
Running through the fields on the other side...
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does...


When she dreams, her paws start to run...
Chasing something under a golden sun...
Maybe she’s been there... maybe she’s just free...
Carrying secrets she can’t tell me...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does, she looks at me twice...
Like she’s seen the place where the rivers shine...
Running through the fields on the other side.
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life..
But I think my dog does...



If heaven’s a meadow with endless play...
She’ll be the first to show me the way...
Tail wagging, no fear in her eyes...
She already knows there’s no last goodbye...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does she looks at me twice...
Like she’s saving a place in the quiet night...
Where the stars all gather and the hearts take flight...
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does...


Afterlife

My Biggest Not-Meant-To-Be

The silence

Hope

It's always been You

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See You Again

“No Man’s Land 1914” is a poignant ballad that recalls the famous Christmas Truce during World War I, when British and German soldiers briefly laid down their arms near Ypres. The verses describe how carols crossed the battlefield, leading to handshakes, shared food, and even a spontaneous football match amid the frozen fields. The chorus highlights both the humanity and fragility of this moment: a game played in “no man’s land” before the brutal reality of war resumed. The bridge delivers the heartbreaking shift back to violence, as soldiers obey orders and turn once again into enemies. The final chorus and fading coda underline the tragic contrast—one fleeting day of peace remembered against the backdrop of years of bloodshed, with the football as a lasting symbol of hope, brotherhood, and the longing for peace in the midst of war.

My Biggest Not-Meant-To-Be

R2r Scott

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