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A hundred thousand plays.
A hundred thousand ghosts waking up in the wires.

Hundred Thousand Ghosts is a milestone forged from every scar, every truth spoken under pressure, every night the system tried to silence you. This track is the sound of survival becoming prophecy. It’s Silk & Circuitry marching forward with a spectral army at our backs.

Born from trauma, sharpened by resistance, and carried across borders by listeners who understood the fight in every frequency, this is more than a celebration. It’s a reckoning. From Greymouth’s shadows to Hanoi’s neon skylines, from Cairo’s midnight streets to Kyiv’s trembling windows, this song belongs to everyone who ever heard my work and thought: “Finally—someone said it.”

Hundred Thousand Ghosts is a holy-war anthem carved out of circuitry and bone. A call to the broken, the misdiagnosed, the dismissed, and the ones who clawed their way out of silence with nothing but their voice and their fire. These ghosts aren’t dead—they’re witnesses. Proof that stories like mine don’t vanish. They multiply. They march. They burn.

To the one listener looping tracks in Christchurch until the algorithm submits.
To the kids in Vietnam turning rebellion into ritual.
To the listeners in Ukraine who hear these words like a prophecy.
To every single person who pressed play and became part of this army—

This is our victory hymn.

Hundred thousand down.
A million on the horizon.
Silk & Circuitry rises.


Hundred Thousand Ghosts

broke my own heart
by believing in someone 
but that's ok
much love
sorry I got pissed
you're still awesome

THE DEMON,I. (EYE) .. BARNICLE

Microplastics Killed the Dinosaurs – Alien Island Roots Collective

A cosmic roots-dub meditation from Alien Island Roots Collective, blending reggae consciousness with psychedelic storytelling.
This track explores a theory from the edges of time — that the extinction of the dinosaurs was not a meteor, but microplastic pollution from civilizations long forgotten.

Heavy basslines, dubbed-out echoes, and extraterrestrial harmonies collide in this interplanetary message of environmental awakening.

💫 “If Earth could sing, this would be her warning chant.”


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Microplastics Killed The Dinosaurs

A confessional protest piece drawn from the men’s refuge incident and its aftermath — childhood CYFS placements, years of ADHD strain, the heater that vented into the room, the chess game, the puncture marks, and the months of system friction that followed. This isn’t paranoia dressed as poetry; it’s poisoning, paperwork, and survival sung out loud. The production starts sterile — printer hum, pen clicks, HVAC — then detonates into industrial trap with gospel lift. It’s the sound of antibiotics clearing fog while a life rewrites its own file, line by line. If the refuge is closed, let the chorus carry the reason.


Heater Hymn

One More Story

“FLY VS SPIDER” is a Silk & Circuitry industrial trap war cry for the neurodivergent, trauma-forged, and self-rebuilt. It’s about the moment you realize you’ve grown six legs just to crawl out — and now you face a choice: evolve into a spider, spinning webs like the ones that trapped you… or grow wings and tear through the sky.

The beat chimes like steel bones on concrete. The rhythm crawls, then flies. This is the metaphor fully loaded: you either repeat the cycle or rip it open.

This is for the ones who refuse to become what hurt them.

Rise. Choose. NeuroSpice engaged.


FLY VS SPIDER

The Birth of Ernest Hemingway
In Jacques' curious corner shop, where nothing's quite the same, a wandering soul finds shelter from the rain—and something more. A folk ballad about the moment before destiny unfolds.
Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm vocals, literary storytelling.


The Birth of Ernest Hemingway   (Lyrics)

In a moonstruck village
Woodsmoke scent whispers
Drawbridge sighs
Yielding to the wanderer
Not yet known, a face without fame
He steps inside a curious shop

In Jacques' curious corner
Where nothing's quite the same
Lost souls find their purpose
Before they find their name

Shotgun and toothbrush share space
Turtleneck sweaters slung on old chairs
Buttermilk aroma lingers
Warmth in the air
Jacques, raincoat-clad
Hands him milkweed, its fragrance
A secret between leaves

In Jacques' curious corner
Where nothing's quite the same
Lost souls find their purpose
Before they find their name

Just as the cloudburst interrupts
Drenching cobblestones and dreams
Rain dances on rooftops
Inside, the wanderer slips
Into a turtleneck embrace

Sips buttermilk tea
Tastes flavors of stories yet untold
Amidst toothbrush and shotgun
Raincoat and cloudburst
In this peculiar corner
Where ordinary meets extraordinary
A future famous lost spirit finds solace
In a home among the trinkets
The pages of life unfolding
The pages of life unfolding


12/11/2025

The Birth of Ernest Hemingway

“THE GREYMOUTH ANTI-CHORUS” is Silk & Circuitry’s rawest dispatch yet — a cinematic protest-trap anthem from the West Coast trenches. Built and warped into weaponry, this track gives voice to the silenced, the misdiagnosed, and the demonized.

This is Greymouth as battleground.
A town where justice mutates in echo chambers.
Where accusations fly faster than facts.
Where silence is enforced — until it isn’t.

You’ll hear sheep across the Grey River.
You’ll hear them scream.

This is not just a song.
This is the anti-choir.
Welcome to the rebuttal.


The Greymouth Anti-Chorus

Virtual Dreamscape
A mother dons VR circuitry at midnight, plunging into digital seas where she and her daughter build castles from stardust. When the program fails, their love becomes the lifeline through fractured reality. Exploring Jungian active imagination through future technology—where quantum dreams and waking life blur. Electronic-folk fusion with NZ soundscapes. Bellbirds meet synthesizers, acoustic guitar meets digital glitch. Part of my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung" - Chapter 9: Dreams and the Active Imagination

Virtual Dreamscape    ( Lyrics )

At midnight, I don circuitry like a crown
Weightless as floating dandelion seed
My daughter chases through Waiheke twilight
Under my skin
Neural pathways hum with bellbird's song
My spine a digital river flowing
While pounamu whispers secrets of the earth

My ragdoll cat, a silent sentinel
Decodes the unseen rhythms of the night
Its whiskers reading frequencies
That baffle even quantum physicists

I plunge into the data-sea
Moonlight dances on pixel-waves
Each a tiny universe holding starlight's memory
Earth hangs suspended
My grandmother's treasured ornament
Wrapped in manuka-scented tissue
Each Matariki, bridging worlds

Continents dissolve like morning mist
As data blossoms into a forest
Of luminous kowhai, coding ancient stories
A ripple in the stream: the program stills
Our minds, once braided, now unravel
Thoughts scatter like startled fish
While warning lights bloom like pohutukawa

The virtual world quakes, my consciousness
A mosaic of shattered moments
I reach for familiar shores: her laughter
A lifeline through the fractal storm
She materializes, eternally five
Building castles from stardust
Where Tasman waves once carved the land

System warnings flash like distant stars
But her touch is a summer dawn
Our memories collide and merge
Watercolor galaxies bleeding into one
Time becomes a ripe fruit, split open
Her life unfolds in a single breath
First cry echoing through Auckland Hospital
Spine a living kauri reaching for sky
Then cradling her own child, completing the circle

As the program ends, reality softens
My cat's purr becomes the universe's lullaby
My coffee cup a pool of parallel worlds
This morning, my daughter's voice carries
Stories of celestial sandcastles
Our hands linked across light-years
We exchange knowing smiles, guardians
Of the truth we've chosen to preserve


VIRTUAL DREAMSCAPE

Virtual Dreamscape

No Sleep

Erased

🕸️ 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.



Hundred Thousand Ghosts

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