https://youtu.be/OKai3vc2a0c
[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - IGNITION!

A final lap dance, one last drink
but baby don’t feel sorry for me.
'bout to ditch the thing
that makes your boobs swing,
back up the well to where the rocks roll free.

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (ooh-ooh!)
like my daddy and my paw-paw was.
And yeah, I wear manliner (ooh-ooh!)
just so you would know I’m not your earthworm cuz.

I’m an asteroid miner. (miner, miner, wooh-ooh!)
I’m an as-te-ro-oid mi-i-i-i-iner (ooh)

[break]

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah!
You're part of my therapy (ye-eah!)

Out in the Belt I’m closer to God
and I thank Him for pressurizing my pod.
I shoot from the hip and trust my gut
and gut anyone that tries to steal my cut!

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
born on a hull where we drink our piss.
But I wear designer (oh-ooh-ooh!)
just to let you know I’m not your broke-ass sis.

As-teroid mi-ne-er—mine that asteroid... (owww!)

I know who to sell to, who to bribe, and who to rob.
No Martian robot’s gonna steal my job.
Got a powerful lobby in the Solar Alliance.
We say, give us better ships
but fuck your science! (yeah, fuck your science!)

And I’m not gay, not even bi-curious.
When I sleep with other men it’s because I’m “Mercurious”
It’s okay to want a penis—
just pray it away when you slingshot from Venus.

Asteroid miner—pillar of the Solar economy
Asteroid miner—never a pillar of salt for sodomy (that was never me!)
Asteroid miner—never covet my pilot's wife
Asteroid miner—but my pilot’s torso makes me feel alive...

[instrumental break]

Lap dance over but don’t worry about me—
I’m headed to a place where everything hangs free.
It’s pretty cool if you like huge diamonds.
I’ll introduce you to my best friend Simon...

Ooh, Simon! He’s my favorite asteroid miner.

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Asteroid Miner

Alive

SELFISH MAN

A sharp pulse in a cold frame.
Oblique Pressure blends driving analog basslines, broken thoughts, and a voice caught between irony and collapse.
Spoken in fragments. Sung like a signal.

Built on repetition, tension, and small ruptures.
For those who find silence in noise, and rhythm in restraint.

Written, performed and produced by Michel.
160 BPM.

Oblique Pressure

Oblique Pressure - KRT Production

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

In "Someone New", Esplanada captures the fragile moment of self-reinvention. Carried by crystalline guitar, enveloping bass, and heartfelt vocals, the track is a musical meditation on transformation and introspection. A piece of great delicacy, moving as much for what it says as for what it leaves unsaid.

Someone New

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I'M ON A LAZY-RIVER IN LAS VEGAS

Hatin On A Criminal? Freestyle Prod Jack Renton - Romeo Rage 1

A man, two sons, a life that had no wants.
Food a'plenty, pleasures many, anything you’d need or want.
The father was a loving man who wanted nothing more - than to love them.
The older son, the sensible one, was loyal. I’ll do anything you want or need.
The father looked at son number one with eyes of joy - and loved him.

I want to be loved like that; with open arms, with eyes of love & hearts so warm.
A special place where I can laugh and have a meal - a nice warm bath.
A place where my mistakes can be forgiven - a place called home.

The younger son, his eye on fun and adventure
Wanted to get out and see the world.
The father knew the dangers, but allowed it - because he loved him.
So, looking for fun the younger son went traveling, he had everything he’d ever need.
Or so he thought until he caught himself with nothing left - with nothing.

Compared to what I have right now it’s worth it. What’s the harm in trying anyway?
My father’s servants are so blessed, maybe I’ll put him to the test to see if he
Loves me - see if he still loves me.

I want to be loved like that; with open arms, with eyes of love & hearts so warm.
A special place where I can laugh and have a meal - a nice warm bath.
A place where my mistakes can be forgiven - a place called home.

He dreamed about the home he’d left behind him.
“What I’d give to taste of that again!”
But when his eyes first turned he thought of bridges he had burned, can they still love me?
So he faced the place he once took for granted. See if they can find a place for me.
Much to his surprise, right before his very eyes - he saw that they loved him.

I want to be loved like that; with open arms, with eyes of love & hearts so warm.
A special place where I can laugh and have a meal - a nice warm bath.
A place where my mistakes can be forgiven - a place called home.

A Place Called Home

Over the years, blood, sweat and tears, ignoring fears, we kept running.
Back to the wall, stumble and fall, but through it all we kept running.
Never take the time. Gotta keep on moving, make those dimes
Keep on moving, we can’t lose anymore.

Take your time, get it right
No need to rush - we can stop running.
Slow that ride, we’ll be fine.
Just don’t push - we can stop running.
I don’t think you fully understand.
Doncha know it’s time to change those plans.
Tell yourself again.
I’m slowing down as fast as I can.

I understand you had a plan, when we first began - we were running.
Getting in deep, missing on sleep, no time to weep, we were running.
Slow won’t get it done, still together, but are we still one?
Keep on moving, we can’t lose anymore.

I’m Slowing Down as fast as I Can

I'M SAD (instrumental) by Marco Russo

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

I’m Slowing Down as fast as I Can

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