Dealing With The Spirit Of Misunderstanding

Gardening with God-Part 4-Cain's Misunderstanding of God-Pieter Weenink(Stellenbosch)

Gardening with God - Part 4 - Cain's Misunderstanding Of God - Pieter Weenink(Stellenbosch)

nadav ettlinger song
about: hiller hofri aflal
nickname: gimnogipus
place of birth: tzffat hospital rivka ziv
year of birth: 1983
from: half ayelet hashahar (his mom) half kibbutz yiftach (his dad boaz aflal is doctor for econnomics)

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Three high school students interviewed their teacher, a fellow student, and her mom. Why do parents respond differently to student pressures? Why do some amplify them through high expectations in academics and activities, while others prioritize balance and mental well-being? These approaches reflect shifts in parenting styles and views on success.

Parent Pressures

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I don't ne3d

I don't believe enough "edITS"

Misunderstanding

Anti-content misunderstanding. Presence of the silence. Hypnotic rhythms of the algorithm thinking about itself.

Echoes of the Abyss

Intent

Met her by the fountain, heatwave in the air,
Said she’s from Italia, with sun in her hair.
Asked me for directions, I said “I’ll be your guide,”
She laughed like confetti — I nearly died.

Booked us dinner, picked the view,
Thought it was a date — rookie move, I knew.
Got my best shirt, tried my best charm,
She smiled so sweet... I raised alarm.

She said “You’re cute, you’re really kind,”
I said *“Let’s dance,” she said “What time?”
And just when I thought she’d be mine...
A guy shows up with a bottle of wine.

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 She waved, I thought it was a sign...
🎶 I booked the night, she booked the ride,
🎶 And Mario showed up by her side!

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 I brought the heart, she brought the guide.
🎶 She took the pics, I took the fall,
🎶 Now I’m cry-dancing at the disco hall.

She asked, “Is this the Rathaus?” I said, “That’s the tram.”
She said, “You’re funny,” I said, “I am.”
She said, “I love this city’s charm,”
While holding hands with some guy named Mario

I tried to play it chill and smooth,
But I was dying in my dancing shoes.
One espresso, two hearts broke,
She smiled — my hopes went up in smoke.

She said “You’re sweet, you’re such a friend,”
I said “Cool, I love dead ends.”
And while they posed for selfies three,
I bought myself a therapy spritz, times three.

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 She waved, I thought it was a sign...
🎶 I booked the night, she booked the ride,
🎶 And Mario showed up by her side!

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 I brought the heart, she brought the guide.
🎶 She took the pics, I took the fall,
🎶 Now I’m cry-dancing at the disco hall.

"You are so nice… I thought you were the tour guy."
"This is my boyfriend, Mario. Say hi!"

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 I thought “ti amo,” she meant “online.”
🎶 I brought the vibe, she brought her man,
🎶 And I stood there with my travel plan...

🎶 DORA, DORA — WAS! NOT! MINE!
🎶 I read romance, she read the sign.
🎶 She found the sights, I lost my mind...
🎶 Ciao, Dora — girl, you crossed the line.

(fading chant: “Dora... Dora... Was not... mine…”)

[Outro – fading synths + defeated sigh]
“Ciao, Dora. Next time I charge for the tour.”

Dora Wasn't Mine

Arrived in Turku, off the slow grey boat
Breath smelled of salt, coat too thin for this coat
The wind said "Welcome" with a kick to the knee
And I thought — directions? That’d be key

She had a shopping bag full of rye
Eyes like clouds in a pastel sky
I said, “Anteeksi...” — barely got that word out
When she flinched like I’d just pulled a shiv from my pouch

She leapt like a seagull sensing doom
All I wanted was to find the bathroom
Or maybe just the number one tram
But to her I was Ragnar, back from a raid — damn

🎶 Hands up! Hands up!
Like I asked for money
Hands up! Hands up!
Turku, this ain't funny
Hands up! Hands up!
All I said was “Moi!”
Now I'm treated like
A criminal decoy 🎶

My Google Maps froze, like the Aura's face
Even the cobblestones judged my race
Every bike lane hissed "not for you"
And the cathedral chimed, "You're just passing through"

I sat on a bench near a plastic swan
Rethinking my life since Turku's gone
Full panic at a tourist "hi"
Where friendliness apparently comes to die

I just wanted directions, not a SWAT reply
But Turku saw me and chose to cry

🎶 Hands up! Hands up!
Not a mugger, not a threat
Hands up! Hands up!
Still I’m public enemy, yet
Hands up! Hands up!
Middle-aged fear parade
Couldn’t even get
To the Lidl arcade 🎶

Oh Turku, you're quiet and cute at first glance
But under the calm — no second chance
You give cold stares and supermarket dread
I only asked a question, not for the dead

🎶 Hands up! Hands up!
I surrender, I retreat
Hands up! Hands up!
You win, Baltic fleet
Hands up! Hands up!
Let the swans judge me true
Even they whisper,
“Don’t ask things here, boo.” 🎶

Hands Up In Turku

The metaphors are powerful: silences are seen as "cheap tricks," doubts as "ghosts" that torment the other, and every attempt to get closer ends in "scratches" inflicted by distrust. The image of being "torn to pieces" illustrates the profound emotional damage caused, The chorus emphasizes the existence of "high walls" and a "frayed faith" in the other person, causing the speaker's truth to be lost in this "sad ballad." The repetition of "¡Dices que miento!" (You say I lie!) with the heartbreaking response of "¡Miento! ¡Miento!" (I lie! I lie!) intensifies the feeling of despair and the futility of trying to communicate.

You say I lie

Someone standing in the chaos and confusion, doubting if the feelings were real.

Busy Street

Produced by LightzOut
Written by Joelle James, Pratt Terrence Devon, Jacob Quetant, Jeffrey Osborne Jr 

Recording Studio: Wings West Studio
Engineer: Jeffrey Osborne, Jr 
Mixing Engineer: Jacob Intricate Sound Quetant
Mastering Engineer: Matthew Grey

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Misundertstanding

"See Me!" is a haunting, slow-burning soul track that delves into the heartbreaking isolation of being misunderstood. The song is a plea for validation from a loved one who seems unable to look past a single mistake, eclipsing devotion and care. With a dim, melancholic backdrop and a soulful vocal performance, it explores the raw pain of having your soul "painted with colours of the past" while standing "unseen" in the present. This track is a powerful journey through regret, unconditional love, and the desperate hope that the echoes of the past can finally fade.

[Verse 1]
Underneath the soft glow of the moonlit sky,
I thought we had it all, love like a lullaby.
But whispers in the dark took you by surprise,
Moments lost in laughter turned to echoes, now I sigh.
Remember the nights we danced until dawn?
Each touch felt electric, but now it feels wrong.
A heart once so open, now caught in the grind,
You bring up the shadows that chill in your mind.

[Chorus]
And I would’ve given you everything, my dear,
But a voice in the night has filled you with fear.
Thought you knew me well, thought love would last,
Now you’re painting my soul with colours of the past.
The words spoken lightly, in a moment of cheer,
Are haunting your heart, turning love to despair.

[Verse 2]
I see you frowning, the spark in your eyes dimmed,
Once filled with brightness, now feels like a sin.
That night of mistakes, just a moment of pride,
Yet here we are now, with your heart full of doubt inside.
How could you overlook all the smiles, the care?
The love that we built, like castles in air.
Every promise I made, they danced on the breeze,
But now they’re just whispers that bring you to your knees.

[Chorus]
And I would’ve given you everything, my dear,
But a voice in the night has filled you with fear.
Thought you knew me well, thought love would last,
Now you’re painting my soul with colours of the past.
The words spoken lightly, in a moment of cheer,
Are haunting your heart, turning love to despair.

[Bridge]
I’d lay my soul bare to erase this dark stain,
If only you’d hold me through the joy and the pain.
But echoes keep ringing in the silence between,
Trapped in your head, while I stand here unseen.
Let’s look past the shadows, the stormy weather,
Find the shining heart from the love we tethered.
If you could just see through the hurt and the tears,
You’d find I’m still with you, embracing the years.

[Outro]
So here’s my heart, waiting under the stars,
Hoping you’ll see me, despite all the scars.
Let the echoes fade softly, return to the light,
Let’s rewrite our story, together, and right.
With every beat of my heart, I’ll keep loving you near,
Let’s silence the echoes and bring back the cheer.

See Me!



Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP
© Briyan Frederick Baker and Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved.
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Joe started this one with a piano instrumental he wrote initially some time ago and unearthed and revised on October 25, 2025. He described it like this:

“So I ran across a piano piece that needed fleshing out — I think it might be something. It’s called Hearth, or maybe Fall Ends. I’m deep in the autumn frame of mind, and it suggested a fire slowly dying with the frost creeping in. I had to use a different piano sound in the middle — not sure what I used originally.”

That set the tone. The piece immediately felt like late autumn — quiet, reflective, a little bit haunted by the chill of change.

When I took the inspiration for the lyric, I started from the word Hearth, but my mind wandered to Hearth and Home. The title felt familiar, almost comforting, yet the minor inflection in Joe’s music turned it away from any notion of simple warmth or nostalgia. It became something more complicated — a song about how we try to understand each other but rarely succeed.

The past week’s conversations with people crept into it too. It feels like everyone just wants to be understood and appreciated, but we’re all a little trapped inside our own heads. Words are blunt tools for delicate things. They don’t do us justice. So much gets lost in translation — and yet, we keep trying.

Hearth and Home

You’re stuck inside your head
Despite the universal truths
People are the same, but not the same
An extension of the fears that held their youth

But who am I but just someone
Another man who’s come undone
Unspun around the common thread
Stuck inside this great big head

After all is said and done
You never really know someone
You never know what you don’t know
You never know their hearth and home
You never know their hearth and home

It’s practically impractical
Before it gets dramatical
I’ll leave before the curtain calls
No, you won’t catch me after all… pretending
Words are dumb and never really know
The ending
Yet it’s always the same
It’s always the very same ending
And it’s such a shame

It’s such a shame!…

You’re stuck inside your head
Despite the universal truths
The brutes in us are winning
While all the ghouls in us come grinning

Through their masks at masquerades
They dance around the false facades
Mispronounced like lemonade
The credits roll, the image fades

After all is said and done
You never really know someone
You never know what you don’t know
You never know their hearth and home
You never know their hearth and home

About the Song
Hearth and Home sits in that fragile emotional space between intimacy and isolation — the quiet ache of realizing that even when we share our thoughts, we remain mysteries to one another. It’s a song about communication and disconnection, about the warmth we reach for and the chill that inevitably returns.

tags: piano, autumn, reflection, misunderstanding, communication, introspection, identity, masquerade, truth, perception, melancholy, relationships, humanity, masks, façade, emotion, nostalgia, isolation, connection, irony, lyrical, poetic


Hearth and Home

Psychotic Surge: An Anti-Musical Cartography

Between Rio de Janeiro's humid nights and the Bay Area's electric fog emerges a sonic territory that refuses naming. Psychotic Surge inhabits the threshold where structured rhythm dissolves into controlled chaos, where the predictable becomes uncanny. Here, experimental improvisations capture fleeting auras—each recording a unique fingerprint of temporal collapse, where early acid techno memories bleed into orchestral synthetic dreams, noise becomes prayer, and minimal compass constraints birth maximal expression.|

This is not music seeking approval but sound demanding participation. Like thought before language, these compositions exist in the space between intention and accident, where repetition becomes difference and structure emerges from its own undoing. The project traces a geography of becoming—each track a deterritorialized moment where voices merge with synthesizers not to communicate but to invoke presence itself. Concrete-musique fragments scatter across avant-garde landscapes, creating soundscapes that remember futures and anticipate pasts.

Listen not to understand but to inhabit. Each track opens a clearing where being precedes meaning, where the ear becomes an organ of ontological investigation. Enter these sound-worlds as you would enter memory—sideways, vulnerable, ready to be transformed. The psychotic surge event is not performance but ritual participation in the moment's aura, an invitation to dissolve the boundary between listener and listened. Here, in the grey area where music questions its own existence, you're called to witness sound's capacity to reveal what language conceals—the raw pulse of existence before it learns to speak. Engage these recordings as maps to territories that exist only in their crossing, where each listen births a new geography of sensation.

Switching from journaling to poetry and now lyrics for songs. A natural evolution for my experiences and reflections.

Songwriter, Composer, Instrumentalist, Co-producer

Duo consisting of Briyan Frederick Baker of Gajoob and Blind Mime Ensemble, and Joe Maki of Driveway Static.

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