A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28 (aprox)

Euthanasia-Will wood

In lipstick on the mirror, are the lyrics to my obituary
In iambic pentameter, followed parameter, crossing my eyes, dot my T's.
I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter.
And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game.
Won't follow my dreams cause they all got me waking up screaming
I can’t let them go for me, after all there is no “I” in team.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot…
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
It may just be a cold, and besides I don’t wanna get old yeah
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

[Spoken]
Now this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience. I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight. I want you to look to your left, look to your right, your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight. And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those event horizons, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight. And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel.

I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers. That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down. I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is

I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born
I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird
So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan.

And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal
I suggest that we keep this informal
Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No.
To pretend to be normal to be normal
Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya.
To be normal in a way I couldn’t be.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, yeah, I said c’mon, yeah.
C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally

Love, Me Normally - Hawthorne Theater, Portland, OR

Silverback Democracy is a sharp, sardonic commentary on how modern society rewards arrogance over integrity.

It calls out the way loud egos rise while empathy gets sidelined not because the system’s broken, but because it’s designed that way. 

The lyrics walk the listener through that brutal logic: we cheer the clowns, worship confidence, and label noise as truth.

It’s not an angry protest it’s exasperation sung with a smirk.

The narrator isn’t screaming for change, they’re holding up a mirror and saying, “Look. This is us. This is how we work.”


[Verse 1]
The system’s fine it’s meant to be,
Loudmouths win, not empathy.
Egos climb, the kind step down,
The wise ones run from the crown.

[Chorus]
Silverback democracy,
Confidence beats honesty.
We follow noise, not clarity,
It’s working, perfectly.

[Verse 2]
The calm stay quiet, the cruel stay loud,
The stage is set, we love a crowd.
We don’t want truth, we want a show,
We built this world, we let it grow.

[Verse 3]
You clap for clowns, you call them kings,
You cheer the loudest, emptiest things.
They shout, you bow, you think it’s true
It’s madness, through and through.

[Bridge]
Power burns, the sane step back,
Good hearts don’t survive the pack.

[Final Chorus]
Silverback democracy,
It’s not broke it’s policy.
We follow noise, not clarity,
It’s working, perfectly.

[Outro ]
It’s working, perfectly...
Yeah, perfectly.

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silverback democracy.

AlicebanD - Catharsis
written and arranged by Alice Walker. Vocals and piano - Alice Walker, Trumpet - Tom Walker. Bass - John Starr. Drums - Ned. 

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Shayfer James has built a creative world entirely his own—where poetic lyricism collides with cinematic arrangements, where darkness waltzes with whimsy, where rebellion and vulnerability share the same breath. His work explores the dual forces of isolation and belonging, of longing and defiance, all delivered with theatrical flair and unmistakable swagger that both welcomes and unsettles.

Siren Song

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