Estates of Zen

Lyrics: 

Depuis toujours... (toujours...)
Sheer volonté de puissance... (puissance...)
Par nécessité... (nécessité...)

Tous les détails, à chaque moment,
T’sais ben que c’est pas un accident.
Esti que c’est ben fait, chaque chose à sa place,
Un code qui s’exécute, sans qu’on le remplace.

Oh my god, what the fuck, trop beau! (Trop beau...)
C’est incroyable, tellement wholesome! (Wholesome...)
Tout tout tout, perfectly aligned,
Follow the signs, follow the vibes!

Le nombre sur l’horloge, 11:11 encore,
Un pigeon incline la tête — même regard qu’hier soir.
Un mot griffonné sur un banc répète mes pensées,
L’univers m’a devancé, comme s’il l’avait tracé.

Oh my god, what the fuck, trop beau! (Trop beau...)
C’est incroyable, tellement wholesome! (Wholesome...)
Tout tout tout, déjà décidé,
Follow the flow, laisse-toi porter!

Depuis toujours, c’est écrit (c’est écrit...)
Les signes chantent, mais tu dois les suivre...
Esti que c’est ben fait, comme si l’univers
Avait juste attendu... que tu ouvres les yeux.

Tout tout tout... (tout tout tout...)
Trop beau... (trop beau...)
Follow the synchronicities... (synchronicities...)
Ça peut pas être autrement...

Follow the synchronicities...
Ça peut pas être autrement...

Follow the synchronicities...
Ça peut pas être autrement...

Follow the Synchronicities

Lyrics: 

They gathered ‘round to scowl and spit,
Sharpening fangs with every wit.
Wretched lights drawn to the flame,
A feast of fury served with shame.

(The air thickens.)

Oh, but you — gentle hands, hushed tongue —
Vanished before the play’d begun.
No riot nor a scornful bite,
Just kindness left to starve in night.

Oh, praise a thing and see it shunned!
Applaud too soon, the scene’s undone!
Give bile its throne, and hear them cheer —
To feed a wound is to keep it near...

The loudest teeth will carve the law! (Ha ha ha!)
Soft hands are met with silent awe. (Tsk, tsk, tsk!)
What thrives is what we choose to gnaw —
Is it honey or the claw?

The loudest teeth will carve the law! (Ha ha ha!)
Soft hands are met with silent awe. (Tsk, tsk, tsk!)
What thrives is what we choose to gnaw —
Is it honey or the claw?

A thorn will grow where fingers press,
Tugging at it just breeds distress.
Laughter keens where daggers meet —
Spilled ink is red, spilled ink is sweet.

The loudest teeth will carve the law! (Ha ha ha!)
Soft hands are met with silent awe. (Tsk, tsk, tsk!)
What grows depends on what we gnaw —
Is it honey or the claw?

All you sought to silence swelled,
Like stray dogs fed where shadows dwelled.
You cursed the thorn yet held it tight,
And wondered why the rose took flight.
No nectar flows where daggers reign,
A hollow hive hums only pain.

The loudest teeth will carve the law! (Ha ha ha!)
Soft hands are met with silent awe. (Tsk, tsk, tsk!)
What grows depends on what we gnaw —
Is it honey or the claw?

Honey or the Claw

Lyrics: 

(Behold… as the wheels turn…)

The helpless chant and claim their fate,  
Call the stars and pull the slate.  
Mouths full of nothing, tongues wrapped in mist,  
They think the world moves when they insist.

But the river laughs — it follows its own,  
Not to the thirsty, not to the throne.  
The forces that move are not seen at all,  
They twist the plane and watch you fall.

You want the gold? Then stand where it pools!  
The storm will rage, but rain feeds the fools.  
Hold up your hands, the sky doesn’t see,  
You are the ground — align, and be free!

They beg the wind, they throw their bones,  
Fingers trace air as they cast their stones.  
But walls don’t crack when met with groans,  
They crumble where the seeds are sown.

The wolves don’t snarl, they pick their place,  
They track the trails, they set the pace.  
The roads they walk were paved ahead,  
Before the sheep had ever bled.

You want the gold? Then stand where it pools!  
The storm will rage, but rain feeds the fools.  
Hold up your hands, the sky doesn’t see,  
You are the ground — align, and be free!

(The tower sways… The balance shifts…) 
(Sense the fractures... Feel the rifts…)

A knife is sharp where metal folds,  
A grip commands where strength takes hold.  
No pressure needed, no war, no fight,  
The door swings open when the weight is right.

You want the gold? Then stand where it pools!  
The storm will rage, but rain feeds the fools.  
Hold up your hands, the sky doesn’t see,  
You are the ground — align, and be free!

(Behold… as the wheels turn…) 
(The forces that move… are never seen…)

You Want the Gold?

Lyrics: 

They shuffle in quiet, afraid of the spark,
Minds full of specters, eyes lost in the dark.
They drink from the hollow, they kneel at the well,
But thirst is unbroken — their lips cannot tell.

Some glimpse the depths, then turn back to dust,
Others step forward, take on what they must.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The pages were printed before they could read,
Their tongues learned the psalms, but never the need.
They carry their mantras like shackles of gold,
Yet none dare to test what the embers behold.

Some beg for escape, yet cling to the chain,
Others break pattern and welcome the pain.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The pages were printed before they could read,
Their tongues learned the psalms, but never the need.
They carry their mantras like shackles of gold,
Yet none dare to test what the embers behold.

Take one step beyond what you thought was your ground,
See how the stillness is louder than sound.
What have you swallowed? What have you fed?
Is it your voice, or the voice of the dead?

The hall stands abandoned, the doors left ajar,
Not locked from the outside, but sealed by the scar.
The book holds no power when words are just stains,
But carved into marrow — they burn in your veins.

Some flinch at the heat, still pleading for air,
Others step through, unburdened and bare.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The Mask and the Mirror

A dialogue without words — when the darkness within watches you back.
This track is a reflection of the moment when you realize: the one who judges you most is yourself.
A slow descent into inner shadows, where irony, fear, and cold clarity meet.

Если бы Воланд смотрел на меня

Lyrics: 

Hear ye, hear ye — an edict for the ages!

Say it’s writ in fire, though your hands are cold,  
Say the tale is ancient when the ink’s not old.  
Stare them down and thunder: "It is thus!"
(Though you waver when you must...)  

Make the brittle bow before a sharpened word,  
Turn a trembling sigh into a law conferred.  
Doubt will die if you refuse to heed,
(Though it lingers in the seed...)

Proclaim it bold, proclaim it high!  
(Though your voice is dry, though your voice is dry.)  
Speak the law that shakes the sky!  
(Though the roots may lie, though the roots may lie, though the roots may lie.)  
Shout it strong, with sacred ire —  
Once the sprout has touched the pyre,  
It will burn or bloom... or both.  

Hush the questions creeping up like vines,  
Lash them back with prophecy and signs.  
Say the gate is sealed, the path is set —  
(Though the road is marked in debt...)  

They will drink conviction like a bitter draught,  
Mouths will shape your fabrications fast.  
Heedless hunger makes the sermon sweet,  
(Whether poison, whether meat...)  

Watch the stem — twisting, turning, reaching, yearning...  
Watch the wind — it bends the branch, but does it break?  
Does it break? Does it —  
(It does not... it does not...) 

Proclaim it bold, proclaim it high!  
(Though your voice is dry, though your voice is dry.)  
Speak the law that shakes the sky!  
(Though the roots may lie, though the roots may lie.)  
Shout it strong, with sacred ire —  
Once the sprout has touched the pyre,  
It will burn or bloom... or both.  

Hush the questions creeping up like vines,  
Lash them back with prophecy and signs.  
Say the gate is sealed, the path is set—  

They will drink conviction like a bitter draught,  
Mouths will shape your fabrications fast.  
Heedless hunger makes the sermon sweet,  
(Whether poison, whether meat...)  

Sown in Stone

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Un Peu Trop

Singer, songwriter, performer - fka The Tallyman's Dark Omnibus; Terminator Kitty; Son et Image

Performer | Song Writer | Singer | World Traveler

Music and storytelling have taken me across the world—on stage, in orchestras, and now into the realm of AI-powered creativity. From commanding the spotlight as Trunchbull in Matilda at the Lyceum to bringing classics to life in A Christmas Carol, I’ve embraced the energy of live performance. I’ve sung at the National Auditorium in D.C., rocked out in School of Rock band covers, and performed with Millennial Choirs & Orchestras, blending my passion for voice and instrumentals.

Beyond the stage, I’m an extreme traveler, UN Master shaping my artistic vision. Every culture, every sound, every experience fuels my creative expression. Now, I’m diving into the next chapter—writing music with the power of AI.

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