Recorded, mixed & mastered on 07 Sep 2025 by Jim Lemanowicz at Blissville Electro-Magnetic Laboratories of Massapequa. 

Sax, samples, effects.

This original version of "Slop Sink Sings Hip Pop” was submitted as part of Naviar Haiku 609: Revealing In The Dark.

revealing in the dark
the sadness of things
a fisherman's torch

by: Tagami Kikusha

Tagami Kikusha (1753-1826) was a Japanese multi-disciplinary artist and Buddhist nun, mostly known as a poet, painter, calligrapher, and tea practitioner.

Photography/Art - Jim Lemanowicz, 02 Oct 2020, Upper East Side, NYC, USA

Music & art © 2020, 2025 Jim Lemanowicz

For more about the Naviar Haiku Challenge, see www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge

Slop Sink Sings Hip Pop (naviarhaiku609)

„Ewige Schule“ ist ein Denkmal an die Stimmen, die eine Generation geprägt haben.
Die Kiste voller Vinyls und der Turntable stehen wie Reliquien für die Zeit, in der Hip-Hop noch roh, echt und kompromisslos war.
Jede Platte erzählt ein Kapitel, jede Rille trägt Geschichte.

Dieses Cover ist nicht Nostalgie – es ist ein Manifest.
Ein Symbol für die Schule ohne Ende, in der Torch, Dynamite Deluxe, Beginner, Stieber Twins, Freundeskreis, Toni L, Fettes Brot und viele mehr die Lektionen gaben.

Amen Forever. NEMA ~ AMEN. Ewige Schule.

NEMA ~ AMEN ~ Ewige Schule.

A late-night torch cut with teeth. A smoky alto rides a piano-driven groove and firm backbeat while the band drops sharp, syncopated hits. The feel leans jazz and blues with modern neo-soul color, staying focused and intimate—no frills, just tension, space, and payoff. If you like moody storytelling with a clear hook and a touch of swing-edge attitude, this one’s for you.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Jazz with Teeth)

A late-night cut that moves. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-led groove while a compact horn section answers in sharp bursts. The feel blends swing-jazz energy with modern torch attitude—space, tension, then release on the downbeat. No frills, just hooks, grit, and a chorus built to step to.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Dancing to Swing & Jazz)

A torch-tinged vignette that moves in scenes—quiet confession into sharp lift, then a final, late-night glow. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-first groove while the band answers in tight bursts. The feel leans jazz and blues with modern neo-soul color and a hint of retro warmth—space, tension, and a chorus that lands clean on the downbeat.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (My Mini Rhapsody)

A torch-tinged cut built for movement—quiet tension into sharp lift, then a clean hit on the downbeat. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-first groove while compact horns answer in quick bursts. The feel blends jazz and blues with a modern snap: space where it counts, grit where it matters, and a chorus that lands hard without going lounge or pop.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Swinging Grit)

Torch Mash - Sapphire & Gal Ban Gayee

Torch Mash - Missing Rework

01 when doves cry mash

A tight, late-night tango with teeth. A chest-forward alto rides a piano-led habanera while the band answers in sharp, one-bar bursts. Space in the verses, a clean stop-time into the chorus, and a downbeat slam that keeps it noir—not lounge. Dry, close, and built for replay.

[LYRICS]

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (My Tango Night)

A jazz song in the Ella mode about a woman shooing off a potential suitor.

LYRICS
[VERSE 1]
You tell me ’bout your penthouse view,
Your yacht in Capri, painted blue.
You flash that diamond, sparkle bright,
Say you’re the man for me tonight.
I nod and grin, I sip my gin,
But sugar, you can’t get in.

[CHORUS]
’Cause I’m otherwise committed,
Baby, my heart’s already fitted.
Got a man who treats me fine,
Don’t need your champagne or wine.
So sing your song, but you can’t win,
I’m otherwise committed, not to him.

[VERSE 2]
You drop big names from here to Rome,
You brag about that car you chrome.
You strut and boast, you play the part,
But darling, you can’t buy my heart.
So tip your hat, go tip the band,
This lady won’t take your hand.

[CHORUS]
I’m otherwise committed,
Baby, my love’s already knitted.
He’s no millionaire in gold,
But he’s got a hand to hold.
So play your game, it’s just a whim,
I’m otherwise committed, not to him.

[BRIDGE]
My baby’s not flashy, his paycheck’s not tall,
But he’s home every evening, he gives me it all.
He’s steady, he’s ready, he builds what will last,
While you’re just a story, a line, and a laugh.

[FINAL CHORUS]
So I’m otherwise committed,
Boy, your name’s already omitted.
You shine real bright, but not for me,
I’ve got my man, and that’s the key.
So close the book, the story’s dim—
I’m otherwise committed…
Shoo-bop-bop committed…
Otherwise committed, not to him.
 

(soft, playful tag)
Mmm… otherwise committed…
doo-doo-doo, committed…
otherwise committed…
not to him.

Otherwise Committed

Torch of Destiny

Little Simz - Torch (U Nive remix)

Written and Produced by: Torchlitfyre and Emojiin 
Vocal Sample from Blade Runner 2049
Bvss Chvkra Records LTD
All Rights Reserved 
October 10, 2025 

Enigma Riddim

Torch

Well, this is it. You've broken up with someone. You know you're supposed to be heartbroken, but you know what? You feel good. Don't apologize.

I'm Not Sorry

It's a smoky lounge. You're there with your wife and business partners, and who gets up on stage? The woman you've been trying to date behind her back. This femme fatale is now calling you out and staring you down, and you have nowhere to go. It's your worst nightmare. 

Stop

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Ignite realism with precision and detail.

This collection delivers 179 high-quality recordings of match strikes, lighter flicks, torch ignitions, and flowing gas textures — perfect for adding authentic fire and ignition elements to your sound design. From the subtle shake of matchsticks to the dynamic burst of a butane torch, every layer has been captured with pristine clarity and depth.

Recorded with SO.3 Cardioid Microphone and RODE NTG3 Shotgun Microphone, powered by the Sound Devices MixPre-6 II, this library ensures clean, noise-free sound suitable for professional post-production. Ideal for film, games, and foley work, these assets provide a wide range of ignition timbres — from delicate friction to powerful flame bursts — giving you flexibility in both subtle and high-intensity scenes.

Whether you’re designing cinematic sparks, survival game lighting effects, or detailed foley for daily-life scenes, this pack offers versatile and authentic source material ready for layering or standalone use.

Matches, Lighter and Torch

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Vocals from Little Simz ''Torch''
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Your wish is my command, but like...... with music. lol

Dont take life too seriously, none of us make it out alive anyways.  
Robin T. Bisbee



AS ABOVE SO BELOW
AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT

NAME ~ NEMA ~ AMEN ~ FOREVER.
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This is sound as exorcism, frequency as fire, rhythm as revelation.

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My music asks listeners to be like dreamers uncovering hidden patterns in passing clouds. Support me @ patreon.com/blisterpop

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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Blends of electronic styles within various accelerations and intensities.

Western Gothic music from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. 4-piece band featuring Drums, keys, guitar, upright bass and voice. Formed in 2023, their music themes are dark and romantic like an old spaghetti Western.

Ggreg is a native of San Jose, CA, currently living in Las Vegas, NV. He is a singer/songwriter, as well as an actor, playwright and voice over artist. Member SAG-AFTRA, AEA, ASCAP, NSAI.

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