T-Scenes in Concentration

Just a mess I make

Stuck On You

Featuring Lawnmorr
Human beings are entities of two incongruent natures.  This song is about the contradiction that is to be human.  We feel temperature.  We feel sounds.  We feel flavors, we feels colors.  We feel each of the stimuli received by our senses in the way that we feel being in a warm blanket when the air outside is cold.

  Our instruments take a sample and we infer a product that is immeasurable.  We possess tools for such distinct analysis of light, that we coordinate objects by the way that they reflect it, based on perception but are unable to describe the subtle variations.

  However, when the need to articulate to others or even ourselves these variations, we require measurement.  Articulation is tantamount to analytical growth in the organism as well as the species.  It is this need for growth that encourages this second nature of creating metrics to govern our actions.  Universal coordinates do not exist as we hurtle through an immeasurable cosmos and yet we require this metric and others to navigate.  This latter nature is so in contention with the first that it must be explained that time does not exist.  It is the construct of our attempt to measure the process of entropy.  While all that we really do is feel everything people will argue this point and use articulation and measurement to do so.

  It is likely that if we as a species, cannot learn to meld these two distinct natures into an intuitive whole; we will destroy ourselves with a foundation of oppositional disorder.  Both of these paths are forms of observation. Think of the masses of philosophers that squandered their time on this earth for the sole purpose of finding why we are here.  Ultimately, the point of living is to live: to observe.





Lyrics

What exists flows pure between
Two states that interweave
While instruments display their marks
Raw feeling runs beneath
Forms emerge then slip beyond
When logic tries to name
What essence knows in primal ways
Past structured human claims

Quantified attempts persist
Through boundless time and space
Seeking ways to understand
What numbers can't embrace
Nature speaks truth
Past what tools could ever show
Nature speaks truth
What no measure can bestow

Mystery fills empty space
Beyond descriptive ways
As life meets matter, bone meets blood
No data could convey
Analysis falls short of depth
Connection flows untamed
Resonating through all forms
Beyond what words contain

Quantified attempts persist
Through boundless time and space
Seeking ways to understand
What numbers can't embrace
Nature speaks truth
Past what tools could ever show
Nature speaks truth
What no measure can bestow

Frequencies blend seamlessly
Through matter's changing forms
Mass transforms to energy
As all becomes as one
No equation holds such depth
No scale displays this way
Truth exists in what feels real
Not what tools can weigh

Nature speaks truth
Past what tools could ever show
Nature speaks truth
What no measure can bestow
(Beyond description's reach)
(Within all that remains)

(CPR Records 2025)

What's Real

Living Our Lives In Bubbles  (0620)

Lyrics:
she holla at me
she holla at me
she holla at me
(scheww)
she holla at me
(yeah)
she holla me
(hey bae)
she holla at me
(what, what, tsaa)
she holla at me
(like please pick up the phone bae)

insurmountable love
callin, textin'
i'm a mile away, baby
im comin'

holla at me
she holla at me
she holla at me
(hello)
she holla at me
(like please pick up the phone bae)

i gotta leave you but
jusss know that i love you
never hurt you
forever

SheHolla@Me

Make Time

Spiritual Roots   “Divine Frequency" (Ms. Olivia's Frequency Rub A Dub)

Spiritual Roots “Don’t Rush (Saint Hendrix's DownTown Rush)”

[Intro]
Scarface born, Scarface raised,
Blood and pain — that’s how I’m made.
They can talk, but I’m unfazed,
Scarface, Scarface — all the way.

[Verse 1]
Born in the struggle, raised by pain,
Built my name through fire and rain.
Dreams got buried, but I dug ‘em out,
Silence made me — I don’t need the crowd.
Heart on my sleeve, blade in my hand,
Fighting my way through no-man’s land.
They tried to break me, but I don’t fold,
My wounds are written in lines of gold.

Scarface made me,
Pain don’t faze me.
Scarface, baby —
Say my name, Ali G.
Scarface made me. 
Pain shaped me. 
Now they face me — 
Scarface, baby.

[Verse 2]
Lost some brothers, lost my soul,
Paid the price but kept control.
Every lie they threw my way,
I turned to fuel — that’s how I play.
Now they watch, but they can’t relate,
I turned my anger into fate.
No more fear, no time to hide,
I wear my truth — it’s my pride.

Scarface made me,
Pain don’t faze me.
Scarface, baby —
Say my name, Ali G.
Scars made me. 
Pain shaped me. 
Now they face me — 
Scarface, baby.

These scars don’t fade, they tell my name,
Blood and sweat built all my fame.
If I fall again, I’ll stand the same,
Cause legends are born inside the flame.

Scarface made me,
Scarface made me,
Pain don’t faze me.

Scarface made me,
Pain don’t faze me.
Scarface, baby —
Say my name, Ali G.
Scarface made me. 
Pain shaped me. 
Now they face me — 
Scarface, baby.

Scarface

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1u67QwJZx7V1qu5hlTaYCq?si=bOMvCIAhTVaj35xdGmXxxg

Youtube: https://youtu.be/Coe2pbC2mK4?si=PGeRCalxTXih3BuQ

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/grysz/1578972772

MONEY & LOVE

Mahmoud El Essiely Ahla Taheya Al Selm w Al Thoban Movie
محمود العسيلى احلى تحيه من فيلم السلم والثعبان لعب عيال 2025
محمود العسيلى احلى تحيه من فيلم السلم والتعبان
محمود العسيلى احلى تحيه من فيلم السلم والثعبان
السلم والثعبان 2

محمود العسيلى احلى تحيه من فيلم السلم والتعبان - Essiely Ahla Taheya

HOWD YOU GET MY HEART AND MY HEAD GOING BAT SHIT 
AM I JUST THE MEMEORY YOU TUCK DEEP WITHIN 
Well I WIN
.........
CUZ iM NOT BEGGIN YAA FOR SOME
MAGNOLIA 

Magnolia suzie ft ethic_3 2

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4WkEZ5OWwtVeT6ETEbIqim?si=1hCxauFqQQm2eyFZQ3FXgg

Youtube: https://youtu.be/cOYDGix21gE?si=WRRDs5ClCx0mfOpM

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/grysz/1578972772

[Verse]
Mayday, mayday, the Earth just cracked
Cuckoo, you lose, the Devil's back
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate
Mayday, mayday, the Earth just cracked
Cuckoo, you lose, the Devil's back
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate
Voodoo, ha-ha, you, you, rah-rah
Warpath, ra-ta-ta, that fa-ta
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate
Voodoo, ha-ha, you, you, rah-rah
Warpath, ra-ta-ta, that fa-ta
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate
Voodoo, ha-ha, you, you, rah-rah
Warpath, ra-ta-ta, that fa-ta
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate
Voodoo, ha-ha, you, you, rah-rah
Warpath, ra-ta-ta, that fa-ta
La-di-da-di, this, that Illuminati
As they hate, can't fuck with fate

ILLUMINATI

Tô Na Minha

Lyrics:
Born in the west rose tall in a risen town 
Blue eyes black hair while dead leaves circle down 
Busy with timber greens red rose in his hands 
One steady man pressing life’s mark in the lands 
Captain or father - giant child in revolt 
Kept swine loud spines straight till the last sharp jolt 

Moustache thick with the small-town army near 
Hit once learned fast: forgiveness is to face yourself here 
Older now pain closer on morphine’s dim ring 
“Just in time” never comes for that last crossing spring 
Prison hums low with no corporal’s cry 
March till drums stop then quiet decides who will die 
One small room left horizon not clear 
Study work career is this it - this mirror of fear 

Pause breathe in slow count only to two 
Silent heavy years yet something still moves through 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Faithful in love to all - then none - then the sky again 
Keeper of beasts one green heart in the den 
Stern yet fair like a child on a cracked bike 
Love in the doing not echo on the mic 
Hard and soft oak-rooted steady from afar 
Roots drive down deep branches reach like a star 

Taught us mirrored till near-giant grown 
Cut to the earth then risen as bright oaken bone 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Friends old ghosts softening edges of grief 
One life went under in poppy-red relief 
No hand that takes only liver and will 
Owl and mouse share dark quiet bond in the kill 
Curls and still heart weapon laid to rest 
Hands hanging loose while slow breath lifts the chest 
Eyes on doorways where the colonel left the bar 
Quiet love locked in like a faint hidden star 
Rifle turned east standing mute and unseen 
Bread running low where the spoken truths stay lean 

Silent night inward still smolders and burns 
They pass by the sea near Zeeland no road of returns 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Stands firm when the night runs long 
Quiet roots hum deep under each life-song 
Stands firm oaken man in last light 
Guarding love while he walks out of sight 

Oakenman

Lyrics:
Snow lies hushed, a blue breath’s slender thread
Stone-still, saddened shepherd's dog in snow by a fallen wolf, also stone-cold, but ... dead

Wind’s faint track runs over silent rock and air
Sheep huddle close, heads low, too numb to truly care

“Is it dead?” — “Might be a trick, dog - beware”
“Wolves deserve no mercy, dog, strip his skin bare

Let his ribs drink cold, let frostbite tear
He hunted us — now let him drown in despair”

The shepherd dog stood grieving on the white-drift ground
“I faced those teeth for each of you when hunger came around

You shivering, spiteful fleeces, little heaps of warmed-up hide
To talk like this in all this grief, with him dead at your side

I broke his charge so many times, turned hunger from your door
Now starved he lies in tilted snow, and still you ask for more

Your eyes spit hate at him, and scarcely less at me
You love my snapping jaws, but loathe what they must truly be”

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep, deep, deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

With the tip of the shepherd dog’s nose he folded snow back
Covering bone and fur, nose-following the last faint track

The last warm breath rose up as cloud, then thinned to black
Veins froze like glass; his shadow split along the crack
Wind whispered over naked bone, then turned and circled back

“Master, I remember the oath you laid on us
I’ll save you, silly flock of sheep — but who will save you from me?

Yes, I will tear for you, but who will tear you through?
What will you be without my teeth — what will remain of you?”

Who is guilty here — fang, or fear, or sky askew?
Cold voices howl at iron clouds of frozen blue
No road back across this black, blind storm we stumble through
Only snow knows when a life splits clean in two

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all all all alonel
alone alone alone

Guard yourself

https://the-lost-connection.com  is the place to learn about me and my history.  Although I am just a Warehouse Picker, I am also a songwriter/keyboard player (IPI.  1069682323).  I have written over 1000 song lyrics since 1989 and have released 12 albums.  My productions have never been good enough to promote and I'm happy being an unknown artist, writing and recording music for pleasure rather than as a professional.  In April of 2017 I created my own website.  If you are interested in my songs then please save and stream on internet streaming sites, such as YT Music and Spotify.   If you like my words then check out my book ‘The Words Behind The Music Volume One: Lost In Reality’.  There will be a 2nd book within the next year, The Other Ones Before (Then After).
 
I released my first album, 'Lost Property' in December 2019. In the following months I released 5 Best Of albums.  They contained 87 tracks which I'd recorded between 2011 -2019.  In March I decided to release another album of songs which I'd recorded on tape (1994 - 1998) although 'Love Music' was updated in 2018 and the poem , Arrival... In Due Time', was recorded to complete the 'Reality In Dreamland' story not long before the album release.  

'2020 Vision' was the last album release of 2020.  This contains the single 'Voluntary Redundancy' which is very significant in regard to the album and the year in general. 

The next album release was  'New Lost World 19-20-21' (released on 1-9-2021 and features songs recorded in that 3 year period) which does feature one song that was re-written in a collaborative format.  Many of the songs were recorded (or re-recorded) during my year break after redundancy.

Soon after my 9th album, I released 'The Lost & Found History', which was a duo that never had enough time to get ideas up and running, but the brief recording moments occurred and this album shows the results.  The recordings were done between 1999 - 2013, but a couple of the tracks were initially just music.  Lyrics were added and, in 2021, the vocals were added to complete the songs.  Other songs were meant to recorded but we never found the time.  

Progress was made during the COVID years and 'Whatever Happened' is an album that reveals the results of attending a sync-writing course for 6 months; writing to briefs and collaborating.  It is mixed with personal, poignant and humorous songs.  it features lyrics from as far back as 1990. Before the release of the album 2 singles were promoted on Spotify: Won't Stop' and 'I Am Just Me'.  I am glad to reveal that the album will contain another version of 'Won't Stop' but called 'We Won't Stop' featuring Tim (the other half of The Lost & Found') on guitar and vocals (and co-writer of the music).

I may promote 'Voluntary Redundancy' from 2020 as I never gave it much exposure when first released.

Prior to focusing on my website and my  own releases I was in a heavy rock band...

At the beginning of 2013 I became the keyboard player with Innovator.    At the beginning of 2015, 'Time Is Running Out' but the first album was recorded before I joined the band.  'Spare Time' I introduced to the band and it was modified into an Innovator collaboration.  The song has been pre-recorded in it's original musical format , but lyrics amended since 2009 and is on '2020 Vision'.  A single was released on DistroKid in January 2016 for which I had a very big influence, called 'Southern Lady'.  It was a variation of a piece of music called 'The Lost And Found' recorded as a song many years before, but never released (as vocals not added until more recent years).  On this SoundCloud site I have deleted all the Innovator songs as I left the band in June 2017.  ‘Trapped Behind The Looking Glass’ was the 3rd album whi ch was released in August 2018,  on which I played on 6 of the songs and did backing vocals on ‘Dogs Of War’ (the deep chorus vocals).

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