metastatic vibes

I was in the dark 
Slashed by a star 
Tell us where we are 
Because I am in the dark 

In the food court, by the hat store 
I could love you in such unremarkable ways 

But mall walker passes 
Our offer 
still should stand 

And the fat stored, due to food courts 
We could burn through at some unsurmountable pace 

As blistering boots will yield with use 
So socks will sop the brine 
And golden tooth thats lodged in roof 
Can not out do the growing kind 

Is that something that you often don? 
Or only don it off an on? 

As candid as a candidate can get and still get picked 
Thus, the angle tangled in the pitch

Mallwalker

Come as you are - Nirvana

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DEATH CULT - 8323

FLESH AND BONE

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R.E.M. - Tarryn

I wrote “Two to the Thorn” around 2002, and it featured on the first demos by The Blue and the Blind. The original recording was a live take on acoustic guitar with an overdubbed piano outro. I’ve always liked the song but felt the performance and mix could be stronger, so I’ve wanted to revisit it for a long time. This Suno version captures much of the atmosphere of that early recording, and I’ll probably record a new performance myself in the future — it’s still one of my favourites.

What I’ve always loved about this track is its atmosphere — the lyrics, the mood, and the way it carries a haunting, almost profound presence every time I perform it.

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Created: 19 Aug 2025
Mixed using Suno AI.
Written and produced by Michael James Collett.
(C) 2025 Michael James Collett. All rights reserved.

Two to the Thorn (Suno Mix 1.1)

A luminous blend of piano and voice, The Soul Never Retires is a sonic invocation for those reclaiming purpose in later life. With a soft yet confident male vocal, the song opens gently—like breath meeting morning light. The spoken word bridge delivers truth with elegant simplicity, awakening the heart as drums begin to pulse like footsteps returning to sacred ground.

As the theme is restated, a quiet choir hums in the background, lifting the message into communal resonance. The final piano phrases carry us toward an upbeat burst—reminding us that we are not fading, but rising. This is not a farewell. It’s a beginning.

“We are not coasting—we are composing. The soul never retires.


R.E.M. - Tarryn

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