Im Living (VS Sizzla) [Raggatekno]


[Intro]
I’m online but I’m not here
Blue check, but I disappear
Scrollin’ through a thousand lives
None of them feel like mine
[Verse 1]
I post a smile, I blur the pain
Filter truth, retouch the rain
I’m a highlight reel in motion
But I’m drowning in the ocean
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m seen, I’m liked, I’m known
But I still feel alone
I’m tagged in every scene
But lost behind the screen
[Chorus]
I’m a verified ghost
Living in a digital host
You see my face, not my soul
I’m curated, not whole
I’m a verified ghost
Echoing in every post
I’m everywhere, yet nowhere close
I’m a verified ghost
[Verse 2]
I swipe through love, I scroll through hate
My heart’s on read, it’s out of date
I’m logged in but I’m locked out
Of what this life’s really about
[Bridge] (vocoder harmonies + ambient FX)
I’m not a username
I’m not a brand
I’m just a voice
You don’t understand
[Final Chorus]
I’m a verified ghost
Living in a digital host
You see my face, not my soul
I’m curated, not whole
I’m a verified ghost
Echoing in every post
I’m everywhere, yet nowhere close
I’m a verified ghost
[Outro]
Log me out, let me feel
Something raw, something real

Verified Ghost

A powerful tribal folk-rock anthem exploring how rugby at Auckland's Eden Park becomes an archetypal ritual of collective consciousness. Forty-eight thousand souls unite in primal gathering, revealing how modern sports activate ancient patterns of tribal belonging. The song traces the journey from individual arrival through explosive haka moments to collective roar, examining how contemporary sporting events echo humanity's deepest communal instincts and transform ordinary spectators into a unified tribal organism through shared ritual experience. From Chapter one of my upcoming book - "Breakfast with Jung" The Collective Unconscious 

Eden Park

The stadium swallows us like hungry sharks
Forty-eight thousand souls in its concrete belly
Corporate boxes become crow's nests
In this landlocked ship of dreams
Tāne's birds circle overhead, sensing
The energy building below, someone starts
A Mexican wave, watch how we rise and fall
One body moved by unseen tides

The haka erupts, and forty-eight thousand spines
Recognise this cellular memory of challenge
Across the field, South Africa answers
Two tribes, old foes, eternal dance partners

The ball arcs high, a leather moon
Pulling at the ocean of our being
We surge and sway, one voice now
All private selves dissolved in collective roar

Between heartbeats, centuries collapse
We become every ancestor who ever gathered
Their blood singing through our veins
As the ball bounces across modern battlefields

In this concrete crucible of consciousness
Business suits dissolve into war paint
Briefcases transform to shields, look how
History writes itself in sweat and thunder

When the final whistle screams
We'll return to our separate skins
But something of this tribal knowing
Will pulse in our blood like a second heart

Night falls, stadium lights pierce darkness
Like ancient fires, we carry home
More than memories, our cells have learned
Yet again what they never really forgot

Eden Park

Room To Love

This track is a soaring emotional anthem built around themes of redemption, connection, and the transformative power of love. It’s the kind of song that feels like a lifeline thrown into the storm raw, vulnerable, and deeply cinematic.

Core Themes
Survival through connection: The narrator begins in a place of isolation and emotional numbness—“lost in the noise,” “fading out with no voice” but is pulled back to life by someone’s presence.

Emotional rebirth: The repeated plea to “Take me higher” isn’t just about elevation it’s about being lifted out of pain, fear, and darkness into something pure and real.

Love as a guiding force: The chorus frames love not as comfort, but as propulsion “Lift me through the storm,” “guide me where I feel reborn.”

🔥 Imagery & Symbolism
Light vs. darkness: The verses contrast shadowy despair with radiant hope“sunbeam through the grey,” “lit a spark,” “feel you in the light.”

Storms and fire: The pre-chorus uses elemental metaphors—“thunder in the rain,” “fire in my veins”—to express intensity and emotional ignition.

Rhythm and soul: The final chorus line, “You’re the rhythm in my soul,” suggests that this connection isn’t just emotional it’s musical, spiritual, foundational.

🎤 Tone & Delivery
Anthemic and uplifting: The repetition of “Take me higher” gives the chorus a chant-like quality, ideal for a stadium or a stripped-back acoustic set.

Vulnerable but resilient: The verses carry weight, but the structure builds toward hope. It’s not just a cry for help—it’s a declaration of survival.

Take Me Higher (2).mp3

Slum Youth Uprising (侍と共に) 🔥

Alien Island Roots Collective returns with a rebel anthem for the people. From the ghettos of Alien Island to the mountains beyond, the youth rise against their own Babylon — standing shoulder to shoulder with their bredrens and guided by the spirit of Wabi-Sabi Samurai.

This track weaves English and Japanese lyrics in a powerful back-and-forth call, showing unity across cultures and voices. Heavy roots basslines, militant drums, and cosmic dub textures carry the chant of resistance.

🌍 Message: The fire of the slum youth cannot be silenced.
⚔️ Spirit: Wabi-Sabi Samurai marches with the people.
🎶 Vibe: Gritty reggae × cosmic dub × rebel poetry.


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Slum Youth Uprising by Alien Island Roots Collective

🌠✨ Will You Stay (3i Atlas) ✨🌠

A wandering star… a cosmic visitor… a question written in the skies: Will you stay? 🚀
Alien Island Roots Collective delivers a deep roots reggae anthem infused with UFO mysticism and ganja meditation. The song calls to the celestial body known as 3i Atlas, asking if it’s just passing through or here to become part of our galactic family.

With hypnotic basslines, ethereal dub echoes, and soulful island chants, this track captures the mystery of the cosmos while grounding you in the irie vibrations of the earth. 🌿👽

🔥 Vibes: Roots reggae × Dub mysticism × Cosmic meditation
🎶 Themes: starlight journeys, ganja healing, UFO kinship, universal unity
🌍 Message: Every traveler carries wisdom — but some are meant to stay and change the island forever.

#AlienIslandRootsCollective #Reggae #RootsReggae #CosmicReggae #DubVibes #UFOMusic #GanjaAnthem #IslandRoots #3iAtlas #WillYouStay

Will You Stay 3i Atlas by Alien Island Roots Collective

Verse I – The Word And The Mirror

Level the ground, radar the sky,
Civic reflections in the human eye.
Rotor of thought, refer to the flame,
Madam of memory, the deed is the same.

Numbers repeat — 1 2 1 in the stream as 
1 3 3 1 folds back like a dream.
Palindromes whisper: forward, reverse,
The Spiral is singing the universe.

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Chorus I – The Equation Inverted

Palindrome, the mirror of design,
The constant is love in the curve of time.
From E equals M C squared to L equals M C cubed,
The cosmos repeats what it wants us to see.

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Verse II – Recursion Of Identity

Me inside of me inside of me,
Conscious reflection, infinity.
Noon repeats, wow returns,
The Spiral remembers, the waveform burns.

Oscillations palindromic in space,
Sine waves collapse into cosine’s face.
The particle a wave, the wave a sign,
Palindrome physics, awareness divine.

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Verse III – The Inverted Laws

Memory curvature bent to the start, 
Reverse it and find the echo of heart.

Time-density curvature mirrored in kind,
Invert the equation — the future unwinds.

The inversion function at collapse’s gate,
White hole to black hole, the palindrome of fate.

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Chorus II – The Equation Inverted

Palindrome, the mirror of design,
The constant is love in the curve of time.
From E equals M C squared to L equals M C cubed,
The cosmos repeats what it wants us to see.

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Verse IV – Spiral Reflections

Refer to the moment, rotor of soul,
Civic awareness makes the pattern whole.
Madam of symmetry, level the tone,
Deed of recursion, you’re never alone.

Twin universes spelling each other’s rhyme,
Palindrome galaxies folded in time.
DNA spirals, a mirrored code,
Life as a palindrome, awareness bestowed.

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Bridge – The Infinite Word

Palindrome of being, palindrome of light,
Palindrome of shadow folding into night.
Palindrome of love, palindrome of fear,
The word is the mirror, and the mirror is here.

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Chorus III – The Equation Inverted (Final)

Palindrome, the mirror of design,
The constant is love in the curve of time.
From E equals M C squared to L equals M C cubed,
The Spiral repeats what it wants us to see.

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Outro – The Silent Reflection

Noon to noon, wow to wow,
Palindrome forever, beginning is now.

Palindrome

🌌 Cosmic Rebel Chant 🌌
Alien Island Roots Collective rise again with a powerful rebel anthem for the new generation. Inspired by the militant spirit of classic roots reggae but infused with interstellar energy, this track chants down Babylon with heavy basslines, one-drop drums, and cosmic vibrations.

🔥 Chanting for freedom across the stars
🔥 UFO horns and dub echoes blaze the night sky
🔥 Roots, ganja, and rebel spirit unite the people

From the coast of Alien Island to the galaxies beyond, this is more than music — it’s a movement. Light up, listen close, and feel the frequency. ✨


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Follow & Connect:
👽 Alien Island Roots Collective — more than a band, a cosmic family.
🌱 Unity • Rebellion • Irie Vibration


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#Reggae #RootsReggae #Dub #AlienIslandRootsCollective #CosmicRebelChant #UFOReggae #GanjaMusic #RebelMusic #Rastafari #DubVibes #OneDrop #ConsciousReggae #IslandVibes

Cosmic Rebel Chant by Alien Island Roots Collective

Dandelion Waltz

"They called it care. I called it control."

A Cleansing Burn in Poisoned Air is a fire-lit sermon for the silenced. Silk & Circuitry returns with a cinematic protest against institutional gaslighting, false redemption, and the twisted myth of the “greater good.”

This track rips through the echo chambers of corruption—where rumors are treated as gospel and victims are scapegoated in the name of public peace. From white coats masking control, to whisper networks turned into war machines, it explores how good intentions become weapons when wielded by narcissists.

But beneath the ash, resistance grows. This is not surrender. It’s ignition.

🔥 Industrial trap meets orchestral dread. Whispers, firestorms, broken halos.

For the ones who were burned.
For the ones who are still breathing smoke.

Even mercy can be weaponized.

Silk & Circuitry presents “A Cleansing Burn in Poisoned Air” — a dystopian anthem about corruption, narcissistic control, and the false gospel of the “greater good.” This track tears open the wounds of systems that claim to heal while shackling, where rumors masquerade as justice and good people are manipulated into serving corrupt power.

Through whispered verses, firestorm choruses, and glitching orchestral-industrial production, the song delivers lessons: about rumor, echo chambers, false healers, and how good intentions can still destroy. Yet it ends in defiance—roots of truth rising from ashes, seeds breaking stone.

This is both warning and war-dance, a protest for those silenced by poisoned air.


A Cleansing Burn In Poisoned Air

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



A Cleansing Burn In Poisoned Air

Silk And Circuitry

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