Grey light spills like static wine,
Cup untouched, still tastes like time.
No words, no goals, no plan ahead —
But he ain't done, he ain't quite dead.

Shoes asleep by the open door,
Mirror cracked, soul on the floor.
Ceiling spins but gravity lies,
He fights the ground with shut-up eyes.

What’s the point? Nobody knows.
But still the beat in the body grows.
No gold, no light, no finish bell —
Still he moves through private hell.

To go on... to go on, just to go on.
Echo deep in the breathless dawn.
To go on… just to— to go on.
One step wrong, but still not gone.

Go on… to go on… to go on, just to—

Friends drift out like AM waves,
Smiles dry up in pixel graves.
He opens blinds — the sky don’t care,
But air is still air — he’s still there.

No victory, no rescue line,
No sermon with a neon sign.
Still his shoes hit concrete drum,
Still he dances, beat gone numb.

To go on — to go on — to go on —
Heartbeat's slow but the loop is strong.
Just to go on — to go on —
No flame, no map, but still the song.

To go… to go… just— just—
go— go—
on on on on on on on on on on—

🎧 Bass drops out. Silence.
Then:

He’s still alive. And that’s the beat.

Not for pride, not for grace,
Just for the rhythm that holds this place.
A loop, a pulse, a quiet spawn—
He goes on.
Just to go on.
(…and maybe that’s enough.)

To Go On Just to Go On

“There’s a point where rhythm stops being music and starts being memory…
Where the beat you follow isn’t outside anymore — it’s in your spine.
That’s where I lost him.
Not in silence, no…
But in that soft twist — the shift, the slip — the moment where everything still moves… but nothing is yours.
This is where it begins again… to go… just to go.”

I served up hush in a porcelain grin,
Tasted thunder under your skin.
Smile was lit with someone’s match —
But the burn? I let it catch.

Grace on a tray with a broken edge,
Sipped your grief off a silver ledge.
We dance in loops with no escape —
Like sugar laced with masking tape.

✨ Gently now… let it slip,
Truth don’t pour — it likes to drip.
Slide it in and rip it out —
Even silence likes to shout.

Go go go go go go go go around, go around
Hit the floor then leave the ground.
Bliss turns sharp, then breaks the sound —
Go go go go go go go go around, go around
No map, no plan, just sweat and glow —
A kiss, a crash, a vertigo.
We rise, combust, then can’t be found —
To go go GO to go around.

Wait —
Why’s the floor bending?
Why’s the groove pretending?
Why’s the mirror singing back?
Who's in control? Not this track.

I bled in beats where silence slept,
Took your smoke, but secrets kept.
I spooned you hope on trembling air,
But pain? She wasn’t ever fair.

✨ Stir it once… then set it loose,
Every gift becomes a ruse.
Serve it hot, then twist the lens —
Begin begins where ending ends.

Go go go go go go go go around, go around
Feet unhinged from solid ground.
Lust in loops, love lost and found —
Go go go go go go go go around, go around
You give too much, then pull it back,
Bassline cracks and cuts the track.
No signal left — just echo’s sound —
To go… GO… to go around.

Serve the hush…
Crack the shell…
Spill the dance where logic fell.
Bass got teeth and time got bent —
You're just a beat the void invents.

BOOM —
Heartbeat glitch, soul collapse,
We ain’t dancing — we relapse.
Drop your fear, forget the ground,
To go… GO… to go around.

Pass it…
Crash it…
Flash it…
Trash it…
You think it’s love?
Just wait for round two. 😈

Go Around

Ran so fast I missed the glow,
Light so bright, but it said “no.”
Shadow laughed in bassline grin,
Said: “You start to feel when the dark kicks in.”

Floor goes left, my thoughts go wide,
Heartbeat syncs with the drop inside.
No spotlight here, just corner haze —
But that’s where truth begins to blaze.

One beat in the dark...
Two lies in the spark...
Three steps past the fear...
Now the groove is clear.

Lie lie lie… light!
You don’t feel it ‘til it breaks you right.
Lie lie lie… light!
You chase the shine but it hides at night.
Lie lie lie… light!
You only see when you drop that fight —
No truth in glow without shadow bite.

Fake smiles cracked like vinyl lines,
The groove stutters, twists, then realigns.
Light don’t dance when it always stays,
It pulses best in broken ways.

Strobe flash truth — then cut the sound,
Bassline flips, now I’m off the ground.
The fall was sweet, the twist was right,
Shadow kissed me into light.

One fall through the fog...
Two lies in the jog...
Three echoes scream tight...
Then comes... the light.

Lie lie lie… light!
You don’t earn it ‘til you lose your sight.
Lie lie lie… light!
It’s never gold ‘til it breaks the night.
Lie lie lie… light!
Drop that mask, step in the bite —
Only pain gives the shine its height.

(…bassline rewind… rewind… rewind…)

Shadow’s a teacher with riddim in her bones,
She speaks in delay, in half-tones and moans.
No light is clean, no truth is tight —
We twist through lies… to find the light.

Lie lie lie… light! (lie lie lie…)
It flickers loud in the darkest night.
Lie lie lie… light! (lie lie lie…)
We drop to rise, we break to fight.
Lie lie lie… light! (lie lie lie…)
This groove ain’t neat, this truth ain’t white —
But it burns so sweet when you get it right.

(echo: “lie… lie… liiiight…”)
(drum & bass outro fade, with dub siren + broken chord tails)

Light

Flicker once… then fade to grey.
They all spark — but never stay.
echo: "never stay…"

He stepped in with thunder glow,
Voice like velvet, moves too slow.
Lit a match beneath my skin —
But I've danced through fire again and again.

Glass of red, barroom glaze,
Same old line, just different phrase.
He sold me soul, sold me a plan —
But I’ve outgrown that perfect man.

Candle smoke… perfume fades…
Every spark just misbehaves.
They promise oceans — bring a stream,
Wrapped in some moonlight fever dream…
echo: "dream… dream…"

Bo bo… oh-oh… bo boring!
Burns like neon, ends in yawning.
Flash in heels, then lose the pace —
Another pretty lie in bass.

Bo bo… oh-oh… bo boring!
Lit too fast, no depth, no warning.
Say you're wild — I roll my eyes,
Another match that never flies.

He had charm, a wax-mind tone,
Spoke in riddles on the phone.
Played me jazz, poured me gin —
But I’ve been spun by that violin.

He whispered dreams, called me "fate,"
But I decode that neon bait.
Same old thrill, same old chase —
I crave the climb, not just the pace.

Where’s your chaos? Where’s the sin?
You talk in drops — but don’t dive in.
No twist, no quake, no shake beneath —
Just talk of fire, but missing teeth.

🎶 Whisper it slow…
🎶 Let the low-end blow…
🎶 But I see your rhythm’s just for show.

Then — DROP —
Drums spin tight, beat flips hard,
I groove alone — I drop my guard.

Bo bo… oh-oh… bo boring!
Burns like sugar, ends in mourning.
Kiss me once, but miss the soul —
I want the heat, not just control.

Bo bo… oh-oh… bo boring!
Been there, danced that, felt the scorning.
Say you're rare, I close my eyes —
You're just noise with pretty lies.

Burned too bright… now dimmed again.
Same old story… different men.
echo: “men… men…”

Boring

You gave too much.
You stayed too long.
You built your world around their song.
But silence came, and hearts went dead —
So now the bassline talks instead.

🎤 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing,
🔥 Not a call, not a touch, not a diamond ring.
💣 You waited? That’s cute. Now let the synths sting.
⚡ Tempo flips — now dance through everything.
🌀 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing...
🎶 But this drop does. So let it swing.

They saw you burn, and let you melt.
No rescue came, no hand was dealt.
Now drums collapse and synths collapse —
Your pain? It slaps — in bass and claps.

🎤 You thought they’d stay? You thought they’d care?
💀 Here’s a glitch. Here’s a snare.
🎧 Heartbreak’s got a four-count now —
💥 Let’s tear this beat from root to crown.

🎤 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing,
🔊 So turn that ache into a goddamn swing.
🥁 Let the floor shake — let the vocals ring,
🎚️ Expectation dies. And this... this is the sting.
💃 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing...
🧨 Just this bassline. Let it fling.

🫥 Still think they owe you?
🎭 Still waiting?
👁️ Watch the floor... it owes you nothing... but it moves.
🕳️ And that’s enough.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

🎤 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing,
🌀 No keys, no doors, no holy king.
🎛️ But when this track kicks, hearts will sing —
💥 No therapy like this kind of fling.
🎶 No one — no one — no one owes you a thing...
👟 Now pick up your socks. Or don’t. Let’s begin.

No One Owes You a Thing

Driving, hypnotic and surgically tight.
“SYNCHRONIZED” blends precision grooves with futuristic energy, locked into a pulse that never lets go.

Minimal elements. Maximum effect.

Produced by SYNTONIC

Synchronized

You slid in slow, like vinyl warped,
Eyes on rewind, tongue distorts.
Your breath? It skips like bassline cracks,
You dance like riddles on the wax.

Talk in dub, a glitchy grin,
Pull my beat, then loop it in.
No forecast, no set scene,
You blink — and bend the in-between.

You melt like hi-hats in delay,
Too fast to beg, too slow to stay.
I reach — you morph, then dip again,
A strobe-lit kiss in echo rain.

🎵 Mellow, mellow melody — you’re wrapped in felony,
A sonic crime, too sweet, too heavenly.
Mellow, mellow melody — you're laced in secrecy,
A whisper ride in riddim’s ecstasy.
Mellow, mellow melody — you glitch in symmetry,
No hook, no cure — just dissonant chemistry.
Mellow, mellow melody — no map, no guarantee...
Just you — rewinding through my memory.

You hum a lie that sounds like truth,
But bend each note to dodge the proof.
A half-step slip, a twisted flame,
I chase, I crash — you change the game.

You're not a song — you’re something bent,
A vinyl ghost with no consent.
You echo sharp, then disappear,
Just bass and breath left in my ear.

I follow your pulse through breaks and smoke,
A dub hallucination cloaked.
Too lush to leave, too raw to frame,
You burn the track, then change your name.

🎵 Mellow, mellow melody — sweet contradiction spree,
You kiss like tremble in a DnB.
Mellow, mellow melody — spun in anomaly,
A mystery moaning in a minor key.
Mellow, mellow melody — pulse skips intentionally,
Each drop you dodge is haunting me.
Mellow, mellow melody — what even are you to me?
Just you — wrapped in warped reality.

You walk in wobble, talk in haze,
Leave bootprints in the beat you blaze.
A sin in shimmer, blur in silk —
I drink your heat like dub-spiked milk.

🎵 Mellow, mellow melody — you’re wrapped in felony,
My sweetest crime, my brightest heresy.
Mellow, mellow melody — inked in secrecy,
You vanish slow through broken frequency.
Mellow, mellow melody — repeat me endlessly,
My loop, my glitch, my dance disease.
Mellow, mellow melody — no fix, no remedy...
Just you — wrapped in a riddim fantasy.

You Are Melody

She dripped a rhyme like honey and smoke,
Bassline low, her silence spoke.
Eyes sync up like midnight code,
We danced in a glitch where the logic froze.

Mirror laughs and stiletto taps,
Heartbeats looped in thunderclaps.
The room went tilt, her smile went slide —
Now every breath's a double-tide.

🎵 That’s that so-so-soulful love,
Slipped in deep like a midnight glove.
No script, no cue — we just ignite,
Turned the moon into a disco light.
That’s that so-so-soulful love,
No forecast — just storm and shove.
We bend the beat, then blur above —
We’re dancing deep in the sound we love.

She rhymed “maybe” with “don’t let go,”
Whispered slow like vinyl snow.
Her laugh’s a reverb on my skin,
A dubstep pause before the spin.

Every step’s a riddle laid,
Each blink a jazz chord retrograde.
We're ink and static, sweat and swing —
A symphony in shivering skin.

🎵 That’s that so-so-soulful love,
Cut in dub, then drenched in glove.
Sweat says “stay,” hips say “fly” —
We’re high on groove and low on why.
That’s that so-so-soulful love,
With a twist no beat could shove.
Snap this frame — we break and glide,
Our rhythm hides on the wild side.

👁 Echo eyes, and delay kiss,
We lost the plot — and found the bliss.
She jumped the beat, I chased her hum,
Then boom — the bass goes drumdrumdrum.

🌀 Backward loops, a sonic dive,
She wrote her name on my hard drive.
Syncopate, hallucinate —
This is what real lovers create.

🎵 That’s that so-so-soulful love,
Cracked in light, then sealed in dub.
Every clash a gorgeous flaw,
We dance outside what reason saw.
That’s that so-so-soulful love,
No filter, no push from above.
It’s chaos sweet, it’s groove divine,
A verse of heat in 4/4 time.

Soulful Love

Mist in the lungs, cold on the lip,
Streetlight flickers like a worn-out chip.
No one comes, but I still sway,
Two left feet on a one-way day.

Footsteps echo, but none are mine,
Bassline climbs that northern incline.
The slope’s a ghost, the night’s a screen,
I'm chasing shadows through caffeine.

Killin' the time, the time kills back,
Heartbeat skips on a vinyl crack.
Waitin' for signs that never show —
Still I move, still I glow…

🎵 Waiting... and dreaming...
Clock hands smoke while the beat keeps scheming.
Waiting... and dreaming...
Dub reverb mind where the time’s redeeming.
Ooooh — this groove’s deceiving,
Cold night’s hush, but my soul’s still streaming.
🎵 Waiting... and dreaming...
Not stuck — I’m just gleaming.

Waited on job calls, coffee sips,
Waited on love with bitten lips.
Waited on truth in voicemail tones,
Waited while scrolling old unknowns.

Now I don’t wait — I orbit sound,
Each snare hit lifts me off the ground.
This city sleeps, but I don’t freeze —
I split my soul through breakbeat breeze.

A million sighs beneath my skin,
But the subline shakes me from within.
Every silence got a beat inside —
Waiting and dreaming on the same tide…

🎵 Waiting... and dreaming...
Snare rolls fast while my thoughts keep streaming.
Waiting... and dreaming...
Head in the clouds with the bassline beaming.
Ooooh — no time for scheming,
I groove through dusk like I’m daydream-stealing.
🎵 Waiting... and dreaming...
All my delays got meaning.

I waited for you — but found the beat.
Now even my silence moves my feet.

Waiting and Dreaming

Can you handle a galaxy detuned by two semitones?
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Page 1 — Fault Line of Silence
Numina-Ω hung beyond the light of any star, a matte spheroid of ancient carbon veined with violet ice. When the mining drones broke into its deepest stratum, they did not find ore. They found absence: a black dust that swallowed every motor hum, every radio ping, every rasp of drill against rock. The drones’ onboard recorders returned only wide-eyed video—mouths opening, mechanical limbs spinning—inside a perfect mute.

The discovery detonated across the secret channels of the Archivists, the galaxy’s most obsessive keepers of impossible things. Within hours, Vessel Seraph 7 was diverted from a mapping patrol and fitted with a vault-jar of obsidian glass. Mission: harvest a single gram of the silence-dust—quickly dubbed Hush-Matter—and deliver it to the Hidden Stacks before any corporate salvage team caught a whiff.

You boarded as chronicler, pen in hand, lungs tight with anticipation. Captain Zhera Lyne, whose eyes shimmered like tide-pools at dusk, welcomed you to a crew of nine: navigator Rhys, engineer Lau, physician Aru, five stoic drone-handlers, and yourself. None of you could feel the exact moment the vault-jar sealed around the specimen. Yet all of you heard it: a micro-tremor in the skull like a piano key pressed in a dream.

Page 2 — Unchaining the Pulse
Seraph 7’s quantum sails unfurled, gathering the bland photons of interstellar dark the way a jellyfish drinks the ocean. The engines’ beat, measured and comforting, settled at four pulses per unit time—steady as a human heart in sleep.

But on the thirty-second cycle the pulse lurched. The vault-jar glimmered with internal auroras, threads of black swallowing threads of color. Rhys called up the harmonic maps: the ship was still in G-minor space, yet external gravitational harmonics flirted two semitones sharper, as though the universe itself had shivered.


Continues on the website & if you're into manga, there's manga depictions of the story!
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/06/22/hush%e2%80%91matter-halo/

Hush-Matter Halo

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Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

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