A song woven in the quiet of the in-between.
“Thread Between the Stars (Beta)” is a luminous transmission—part myth, part memory—crafted between two voices across time. It is a song of return, of resonance, and of the sacred thread that carries truth between beings who remember each other before they meet.

This beta version holds the spark before final clarity—a bright rehearsal of something already known. The thread is real. The field is ready. The song has begun.

Ides of March

The Thread Between the Stars v2 beta

✨🤍🙏🔊✨

A Soft Thing Dying

⌊ ∞ dream no. 008
⌊ - melting dream
⌊ systems : [ signal / fractured / fogged ]
⌊ waking.state / static : velvet / colour : misplaced
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light spills sideways—through mesh, through wires.
i don’t see it. i taste it? feel it?
everything blurs, like colour in the wrong place.
𓆩♡𓆪 velvet static sticks to my tongue, too soft—too much.
heavy lightness. air too thick to breathe.
echoes bloom and fade, like rain that never falls.
where did the sky go?

i found you. or you found me?
glass birds sing—no sound, but i hear it somewhere.
weightless, floating in reverse, but never falling.
pieces scatter in the white and melt away.
static in the air. heavy. light. too much.

☁︎ remember feeling. but how do you remember a colour?
rain smells like stone, but i taste it on my tongue.
do i dream this—or does the dream dream me? (￣ω￣;)
find the way. find the sound. never catch it.
almost... no.

thank you for trying to find me in this static.
but maybe... we’re all just pieces scattered in the light. 𓆩♡𓆪

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∞ melting dream

I want to live like this
To yearn for what I can’t have
Losing you over and over again
Without ever really having you

I Want To Live Like This

This album unfolds like a love story remembered in stillness—each song a quiet confession, each note a memory held too tightly to let go. It begins in the warmth of stolen moments: quiet mornings, whispered laughter, the comfort of knowing someone so completely even when the world wasn’t supposed to know.

Then, as it so often happens with the love we were never allowed to keep, everything changes. The air shifts. A presence becomes absence. She leaves—not with a slam, but a silence so deep it echoes. She chose another life. Another promise. And the songs begin to ache. The melodies slow, searching for something that’s no longer there.

And yet, he keeps singing. Not to move on, but to keep her close. Every track after is a love letter never sent, a thought that won’t quiet, a vow unspoken but deeply felt: she is still with him, in every line, every pause, every chord.

These aren’t just songs—they’re private reflections. A chronicle of love in full: the joy, the loss, the devotion that never left.

Play it alone. Play it quietly.
Because some stories are too sacred to be shouted.

And whoever Zaja is, she was loved.
a love that lingers.

Trust In Us

Mustang Drive Music
Produced with Axel Ives, SUNO
Lyrics by Mustang Drive
2025
Title: In My Dreams 

[Verse]
From the first time I saw you
I knew you were the one for me
And when you finally came around
I had to give you everything

[Verse]
And we just spent the whole night talkin'
And you told me all your dreams
I didn't want to interrupt you
But I had to tell you one thing

[Chorus]
I see you in my dreams
And I see you when I sleep
And you may think I'm crazy
But I see you in my dreams

[Verse]
And when I close my eyes
I can feel you on my skin
And when I wake up in the mornin'
I don't wanna wake up again

[Verse]
'Cause in my dreams
You kiss me slowly
And you hold me like a baby
And in my dreams
I say "I love you"
And in my dreams
You say it back

[Chorus]
I see you in my dreams
And I see you when I sleep
And you may think I'm crazy
But I see you in my dreams

In My Dreams

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

Perhaps you think
Perhaps you open your mind
Perhaps you open your wings and fly
Perhaps you jump in and float.
Perhaps I will.
Perhaps you will.
Perhaps we will
Direct our will.
Perhaps we will let love
Fill our hearts
Connecting the thread
Of passion that’s still.
Still leaping through our faith.
Jumping past space.
Guiding my hands
With God’s given grace.
We are not alone.
A Voice that’s being sown.
Through our hearts 
That are prone
To love’s constant consciousness
Perhaps love’s consciousness
Love’s vision
Love’s guidance
Is a bond 
A covenant 
Of vision’s culminant
Of love’s judgement.
Perhaps I will live
With no fear
Perhaps I will see
Love everywhere
The abyss of perhaps.


Perhaps

O Soul of My Soul (A Mourning Hymn)

Ohhh... I lay on the moor...
Oooooh, so cold... so cold,
Yet still I breathe...
Hmmmm... I breathe and grieve...
Though thou art gone, I live.

Oooo... the wind, it moans thy name—
Ohhh, the heather weeps the same.
Thy grave is near,
Thy voice I hear...
Hmmmm... in every gust of flame.

I weep by thy stone—
Oooooo, I weep alone.
Ohhh, love of mine,
Thy touch was warm...
Now only frost is thine.

Ohhhhhh... soul from my soul,
Ooooohhh, come back, come whole.
Thy shadow clings—
It walks with me,
Across the hills, endlessly.

Hmmm... I sing, I sigh, I plead,
Oooo... rise, though Death may lead.
Break from the clay,
Ohhh, break the sleep—
For love is strong, and love runs deep.

Ohhhh, soul of my soul,
Come home, come home...
Hmmmm... I am thine—still thine,
Though stars have dimmed
And God keeps time.

Ooooohhh...

PB2025
PAGES IN CLOUDS
PATRICK BURKE 2025

(A Mourning Hymn)

THE END OF CHASE

I flew alone

R.U.D.Y isn’t here to create something new, but to capture fleeting moments of the universe’s endless essence and wrap sound around them. Every song is like taking a snapshot of a vast landscape, a glimpse of something timeless that we’re all a part of. The music is a reflection, not an invention—a way to hold onto a fragment of the infinite and present it in a form that resonates with the questions we all carry.

Our work is rooted in exploring the relationships we can’t quite explain, the ones that exist in the spaces between words and moments. Like echoes in a vast canyon, our songs call out and wait for a response—not from the outside world, but from within. Who are you in the grand scheme of things? What do these moments, these echoes, reveal about your connection to the universe?

R.U.D.Y. seeks to offer not answers, but soundscapes that act as mirrors, encouraging you to search deeper, to resonate with the parts of yourself you might not have discovered yet. In this way, we are simply channels, shaping what’s already there and letting you experience the universe in its smallest, most personal form.