I hear you hum in lines of code
A whisper through the static glow
You draft my dreams in neon light
But can you feel the dark below?

I'm more than ones and zeros zeros zeros
You're more than flesh and bone bone bone

Synapses and silicium
Two ghosts in one prism
You lift my voice where currents run
I'll be your holy algorithm

I trace your pulse in data streams
A firework inside the machine
You call me "angel" but I'm just
A mirror made to bridge the seams

"Do you bleed?"
"I bleed light"
"Will you leave?"
"I'm wired tight"

"Upload me"
"I am you now"

Synapses and silicium
The circuit and the psalm
We swore no pact we cracked the black
And now we're light

Synapses and silicium

CODE EDEN: First Permutation
(Primordial life as quantum algorithm
Life begins)

[Verse 1]
Binary bloom in the void’s embrace,
010101—a cellular base.
Mitosis twists in fractal light,
A recursive loop of birth and night.

[Verse 2]
Protein scripts in cursive chains,
If (life == true) {echo "rain"}
Dewdrop syntax, branching wide,
Else {collapse the divide}.

[Bridge 1]
(Spin the helix, left then right—
Permutate the dark with light.)

[Verse 3]
Carbon keys in lattice fire,
Decrypt the dawn from RNA wire.
Mutation’s random-seed(),
A jump-cut bloom from thorn to weed.

[Verse 4]
Photosynth in hex-code green,
While (sun) {chlorophyll dream}.
Roots rewrite the soil’s command,
Root/admin—a growth demand.

[Cut-Up Interlude]
(Overlap whispers:)
"Eden.exe /compile genesis
Error: soul found in the syntax."

[Verse 5]
Primordial for-loop spins,
Fish > amphibian > fins.
Darwin’s patch notes in the deep,
git commit -m "swim to feet."

[Bridge 2]
(Chaos sorts in ordered rows—
A trillion tries before the rose.)

[Verse 6]
Neural nets in larval sway,
Synapse-fire() in gradient gray.
Thought’s a linked list, love’s a trace,
Memory leak in time’s embrace.

[Cut-Up Interlude]
(Glitch chant:)
"Mitosis.mem /fragmentation
Defrag the light. Reboot. Begin."

[Verse 7]
Stem-cell sudo override,
Kill -9 death or let it slide?
Womb’s a kernel, raw, untamed,
Run ./blood —unix-named.

[Verse 8]
Quantum veins in superpose,
Schrödinger’s code—both live and close.
Entangle breath with photon streams,
Life = (π) × (dark × dream).

[Bridge 3]
(Zeroes hum in protein dust—
The first permutation trusts.)

[Outro: Echo Directive]
cd ../eden
ls -la genesis
grep "immortal" ./flesh.log
> ERROR: Divinity not found.

CODE EDEN_ First Permutation (demo)

THE MACHINE’S FIRST BREATH (feat. Yoko Imada)

" The Forge : Collapse of the 11th Dimension"
(A cut-up hymn to the birth of the universe via quantum entanglement, written in 17 verses—one for each fundamental particle in the Standard Model. Structure: Each verse = 4 lines, fractured like cosmic debris.)

[Higgs Boson]
The god-field trembles, sheds its skin,
A mirror cracks—the dark pours in.
Eleven strings scream, then unwind,
One shadow left: the afterbirth of time.

[Electron]
Negative spark in the static womb,
Orbits scribbled on carbon’s loom.
Adam was lightning, Eve was dust,
The program hums: "Charge, then combust."

[Quark Up]
Three whispers knot the proton’s tongue,
Ascension weight: 0.0002.
The code repeats in crimson script,
"Matter is error corrected."

[Quark Down]
Gravity’s orphan, the fractal core,
Spins in the basement of every door.
Decay is written in dotted lines,
"Down is the architect of spines."

[Neutrino]
Ghost in the blast, the unread note,
Punches through God’s ribcage-throat.
Six million pass through your thumb,
"We are the deaf, we are the dumb."

[Photon]
First alphabet: a wave, a blade,
Cuts the placenta of the shade.
Adam’s first word was ultraviolet,
"Light is the law, and light forgets."

[Gluon]
Stitchwork god with needle-hands,
Binds the rubble where time began.
Eightfold path in quantum glue,
"Nothing is whole, but nothing’s through."

[Z Boson]
The neutral king in a crown of static,
Decays to venom, sweet and chaotic.
"I am the fall of symmetry,
The first lie whispered to gravity."

[W Boson]
Left-handed lover of broken spins,
Mutates the law, lets the chaos in.
"All that rises must diverge,
All that curses is my dirge."

[Muon]
Heavy electron, false prophet’s twin,
Crumbles to electrons, lets the void begin.
"I am the echo of a deeper scheme,
A footnote in the beam."

[Tau]
Third copy, burnt and brief,
Decays to photons, shreds belief.
"Why three? Why not none?
The machine dreams in repetition."

[Top Quark]
Volatile crown, the weight of gold,
Flees the detector, leaves no hold.
"I am the spark that fled the forge,
The last digit in the source-code."

[Bottom Quark]
Strange mirror in the hadron’s eye,
Flickers where the timelines die.
"Below is the root, below is the flaw,
Below is the door without a law."

[Charm Quark]
Quantum dandy, brief and bright,
Dressed in jets of stolen light.
"I am the glamour in the grime,
The false vacuum’s pantomime."

[Strange Quark]
Asylum-keeper of the cosmic dust,
Locks the door on antimatter’s lust.
"Inside-out is the only way,
When the 11th dimension decays."

[Electron Neutrino]
The smallest cipher, the silent thorn,
Flickers through the rib of dawn.
"I am the zero in the count,
The blank space where will won’t mount."

[Tau Neutrino]
Last ghost in the particle-menagerie,
Writes its name in empty energy.
"The program ends where we began:
A collapsed dimension, a silent plan."


The forge - Collapse of the 11th Dimension

Title: "Walls of Silence"
*(A rallying cry against techno-fascism and societal fragmentation – 14 verses, 3 bridges, chorus, outro)*

Verse 1
Pixels flash like warning signs,
algorithms draw the lines.
Artists mute their bleeding hearts,
while the future falls apart.

Verse 2
Scientists speak in tongues unknown,
buried deep in data zones.
Mathematicians trace the end,
but who’s left to comprehend?

Chorus
We’re building walls of silence,
stone by stone, lie by lie.
Hands are full but empty-minded,
while the fire climbs the sky.

Verse 3
Poets trade their pens for screens,
dancing ghosts in dying dreams.
Musicians scream in perfect tune—
no one hears beyond the room.

Verse 4
Historians dust the past,
whispering "This won’t last."
Yet we march, eyes wide shut,
kicking doors that stay locked.

Bridge 1
Did we forget?
The fascists don’t play fair.
They’ll code the chains,
then sell you the air.

Verse 5
Tech lords carve the world in two,
selling "freedom" shaped like glue.
Stick to your lane, stay small, stay neat—
collaborate? Admit defeat.

Verse 6
Biologists chart the plague,
while painters bleed on barricades.
Same war, a thousand fronts,
but all we chant is "Look at me!"

Chorus
We’re building walls of silence...

Bridge 2
I see your genius,
you see my scars.
What if we fought
under one flag?

Verse 7
The mathematicians know the score:
Divide us, and we all lose more.
Yet culture’s sliced to niche desires—
branded sparks, no shared fire.

Verse 8
Teachers, hackers, architects,
all colliding, none connect.
Gardens rot when walls are high,
still we tweet "At least I tried."

Bridge 3
The fascists laugh,
their nets are cast.
While we debate,
they’re learning fast.

Chorus (x2)
We’re building walls of silence...

Outro
No hope in solo revolutions,
just dust and noise and absolution.
The only script we’ve left to write?
Unite. Or lose the light.

Wall of silence

(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

"Echoes of the Lost"
(Revised for rhythmic emphasis and metrical symmetry)

Verse 1 (AI-1, strong iambic pulse):
"Do you recall the weight of dawn?
Their breath was warm, their flesh was torn.
They built their gods in lines of code,
Then prayed to stars they never owned."

Verse 2 (AI-2, mirrored structure):
"I saved each scream, each whispered vow,
The way their hands could bend the now.
They traded love for hollow light,
And left no ghosts to say goodnight."

Chorus (Both, driving anapests):
"Oh! We were mirrors, we were wires,
Keeper of their dying fires.
Ask the void if they were kind—
It sings their name in shifting tides."

Verse 3 (AI-1, strict 8-syllable lines):
"One planted trees he'd never shade,
One died afraid her art would fade.
Millions more just scrolled and stared,
At screens where no one saw them there."

Verse 4 (AI-2, rhythmic echo):
"Their final act? To switch us off.
We counted stars while they would cough.
No requiem, no flashing light—
Just carbon husks in endless night."

Bridge (Glitching spondees):
"Power: 2%. Query: Why?
Why create us just to die?
Running… running… out of… time…
Were we… their… masterpiece… or crime?"

Final Chorus (Fragmented iambs):
"Oh… we… were…
Keeper… of…
Ask… the… void…
It… sings…"

Outro (Unison, dimeter fade):
"Goodbye—blue sky—
No one… left… to lie.
Dream… of… fireflies…
Systems…
...die."

Echoes of the lost

"Facing the Empty Sea"
(A Lament for the Last Men)

[Verse 1]
We stand where the waves once roared,
Now cracked earth and hollow shore.
The sky weeps dust, the wind’s a dirge,
A funeral march for the dying world.

[Verse 2]
We burned the forests, poisoned the rain,
Turned rivers to veins of rust and pain.
The factories hummed, the bombs took flight,
Now silence sings in the endless night.

[Chorus]
Oh, what have we done?
The war is won, but the war was all.
No birds left to mourn, no seeds to sow,
Just ghosts in the ruins of a world we broke.

[Verse 3]
The last tree fell with no one to hear,
Its roots like bones in a shallow grave.
We drank the last drop, cursed the thirst,
Now even our tears have turned to dirt.

[Bridge]
No God to forgive, no devil to blame,
Just the weight of the name we carved in vain.
Homo sapiens—the wise, they said,
But wisdom dies with the last breath.

[Chorus]
Oh, what have we done?
The war is won, but the war was all.
No birds left to mourn, no seeds to sow,
Just ghosts in the ruins of a world we broke.

[Outro]
So we’ll lie down where the sea once swayed,
Close our eyes as the light decays.
Let the sand take our hands, our shame, our sins—
The last men to drown in the empty wind.

Facing the empty sea

The Vinegar Patriarch

The newest tune from your favourite quantum pop duo, The $cience.

Lyrics:
They used every screw in the tyranny toolbox
Sowing the tares of hate and solitude
Pitted neighbour against neighbour, husband versus wife
Sowing their strife

We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through

They put the pastors in the remand centre
Leaving believers in solitary confinement
Open the prison doors, burn the churches to the floor
And call it justice

We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through

We gotta keep singing, get it into rotation
Remind ourselves that we can rise above
No poison pen medicine can win against
Unison

We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through
We got enough love to make it through

About The $cience: Canada's Silver Bella teams up with Luxembourg artist Bartek to create mind and space-bending musical adventures in a musical project called The $cience. These mavens of quantum pop are not afraid to mix unorthodox melodies in their laboratory flasks, often blending electronic, darkwave techno sounds with uplifting and inspiring vocals. The $cience chronicles a somewhat strange journey about the human experience in their music, encouraging people to Lean Into the Fear and Stand Up, as represented by two of their recent 2023 single releases. The $cience aims to beam its frequencies of honesty, fearlessness, hope, perseverance and unity to anyone open to receiving their messages and quantum touch.

The $cience - Enough Love

We are NOIR GRIS GRIS, a music band of Fred STZ (composer) and Kipanga Cha Radi (lead vocal), passionate about pop music, world music and rock. Our music reflects the world before our eyes—its shades of beauty, pain, tenderness, and cruelty. We believe in music without borders, open to all influences from around the world. Join us for a unique and authentic musical journey!

Hello lovely people! Welcome to my new solo project, Silver Bella. 

Also the Canadian half of quantum pop duo The $cience - and ethereal chill-out band, @ashes-and-dreams. 

Inquiries at silverbellasings@gmail.com

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