Tension is who
you think you should be,
but calmness is who
you really are.

Put your feet up,
kick back and rest.
Take a load off,
it’s for the best.
Laze around,
recharge yourself.
Prioritize your mental health.

The first step
toward change
is awareness,
and the second step
is acceptance.

When you feel low,
just take a chill pill.
The more you let go,
the better you’ll feel.
Forget your cares,
and have break.
The world can wait,
for goodness sake.

You yourself,
as much as anybody
in the entire universe,
deserve your own
love and affection.

Delight yourself,
make joy your goal.
Relax your body,
and heal your soul.
Dream happy dreams,
think happy thoughts.
Make sure to smile
and to laugh a lot.

The mind is everything.
What you think
is what you become.

Close your eyes
and drift away.
Staying still
will calm your day.

Just slowly breathe in,
then slowly breathe out.
Yeah, gently breathe in,
then gently breathe out.
First breath it all in,
then let it all out.
Be in the now…
We’ve shown you how.

Copium Cantata

Seize the day!
Take it in!
Go all out!
Own the scene!
Spread your wings!
Chase your dream!
Make the leap!
Brave the stream!

Wilde and Bukowski lived in a bottle,
Ledger and Belushi went at it full throttle.
Bonham and Best pickled their brains,
Winehouse and Cobain ran out of veins.
They garnered fame and gathered wealth,
but wasted all their mental health.
They craved the rush and paid the cost,
they blazed the trail, but wound up lost.

To explore the depths, you must face the dark...

They are the saints of excess.
They were divine, they were a mess.
They had it all, but not for long.
They shone too bright, they lived too strong.
They were the mad ones,
out of control.
They went for wild fun,
they had a ball.
They took too much, they felt too deep.
Their legacy is ours to keep.

Seize the day!
Take it in!
Go all out!
Own the scene!
Spread your wings!
Chase your dream!
Make the leap!
Brave the stream!

Farley and Moon loved clowning around,
Kerouac and Dean liked going to town.
Thompson and Hemingway had a real blast,
Parker and Holiday faded out fast.
They had gifts that you can’t buy,
but they flew so very high.
The sun burned down their fragile wings,
they died like dogs, but lived like kings.

Whatever goes up must surely come down.

[Chorus]

Hendrix and Jones never made twenty eight,
Joplin and Morrison met the same fate.
Basquiat and Phoenix fumbled the ball,
Wilson and Wood both took a wet fall.
Their whole lives became a disaster.
Their demons just couldn’t be mastered.
Constantly saying they’re fine,
while going right out of their minds.

Dance with the Devil, go up in flames...

[Chorus]

Is ours to keep!
Yeah yeah
So spread your wings!
Oh
Go chase your dream…
Whoa whoa oh
Go brave that stream…

Oh oh ooh whoa oh
Oh oh ooh whoa oh
Oh oh ooh whoa oh
Oh oh ooh whoa oh
Whoa oh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

The Saints of Excess

Ohhh
Hey hey alright,
we got that groovy second sight.
If you wanna know how,
listen up!

We have many herbs
to help us see beyond our eyes.
We have many shrooms
that let us pierce the veil of lies.
It is our duty to ourselves
and to the race,
to open up the portals 
into time and space….
Keep pace, ace.

We see all the layers of creation,
distant realms of imagination.
Yes, my friends, we see far.
Alright, now!

We are braver than the rest
and we shall risk our minds.
Some of us will feel the stress 
that leads into decline.
Reaping the rewards
of our mental might,
secret revelations
hidden in light.
Shining brightly…

We see all the layers of creation,
distant realms of imagination.
It’s outta sight, it’s alright…
Wow!

Be not afraid
of the perils of the deep,
your mind will shield you
while your mortal body sleeps.
Fly over shadows
and burning pits of flame, 
soar over kingdoms
that never had been named.
Blast off…

We see all the layers of creation,
distant realms of imagination.
Oh yeah

Oh baby, open up that third eye!
Fly into the starry sky,
completely outside of your brain!
Grooving in the astral plane…
Get down!

We See Far

I don’t want the perfect fade if it’s already made, 'cause you need to earn your friction by a life of conviction.
It ain’t all about the fit, you also gotta have some grit and a little bit of wit to be impeccably lit.

Cityboy, cityboy, a walking contradiction, living out his life in a tailored realm of fiction.
Cityboy, cityboy, refreshing his routine, lifting all his cool fits from Popeye magazine.
Poor hollow cityboy, is there any way at all to fill the ever growing hole that is consuming your soul?

I used to be a happy kid, so long ago that I forget.
Maybe there’s a way to fix me, but I haven’t found it yet. A new jacket perhaps? Yeah…

Just another Monday evening, when the shadows move slow and my lonely soul is basking in the vanishing glow.
My chocolate brown loafers kiss the concrete gray and my olive green jacket keeps the cold at bay.
As I’m heading downtown to my favourite thrift shop, my earpods are playing some jazzy hip hop.
My mind is dwelling on the glorious past, ‘cause my retro nostalgia is endlessly vast. Contemplating hipster myths woven in alpaca wool about the good old vintage days when everything was super cool.
But they’re all just the product of vicarious affections, bounced culture to culture like ping pong reflections.

Curated to perfection, mm-hmm…
Costumed for protection, mm-hmm…
Conquered by possessions, mm-hmm…
And crippled by obsessions…

Loaded with my finds and I’m feeling alright as a million neon lights blaze up in the night.
I’m going to a spot where the black drip is pure, a pedigree concoction that makes me feel sure.
I drink my premium brew, it's fifteen dollars a cup.
They tell me it’s Jamaican, but they probably made that up.

[Chorus]
A nice pair of boots might ease the pain a little… right?

I go back to the street, where all the feelings are suppressed, the city noise will hide my emotional distress.
There’s a soft ghostly drone as the late-night trains pass, I get on the last one home and trace raindrops on the glass.
My apartment is my haven—an immaculate vision—the needle hits the record with meticulous precision. The crackling is soothing and the rhythm is kicking as I open up the bag to examine my pickings.

[Bridge]

Every jacket is a history of patience on the loom, an indigo hued mystery which dissipates my gloom.
They took the blue collar pride of a practical tool and polished out the rough edges to make it more cool.
Now this slick fabrication tells a much cleaner tale, a simulated memory that’s ready for sale.
It’s like the map of some country that I will never roam… I didn’t earn all these clothes, but they sure feel like home.
I love the craft and the fit and I don’t claim the past, just a tourist of the knit, trying to make his dream last.
‘Cause a jacket’s like a blueprint for the man you wish to be… It’s expression, not deception, it’s my way of breaking free; It’s a weathered fresh beginning, piled up neatly on a shelf; It isn’t worn for adoration, I am dressing for myself.

[Chorus]
How about a graphic tee? That’s a quick pick me up, for sure.

I’m still up at four AM, trying different combinations, searching for a solid look that manufactures elation; It’s the small, precise details that help me get through, though my bank account is empty and the rent is long due.
We only get one life, might as well be looking good, listen to some cool music and enjoy great food.
Now the needle has been lifted and the melody dies, I guess it’s time for me to hang it in and say my goodbyes.

See you later cityboy, tuck in and sleep tight, may your silly little dreams be pleasant tonight. Dream about New Balance shoes or a pair of OrSlow blues…

Cityboy Bebop

Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh whoa oh
Ah ah ah ah
Ooh ooh whoa oh

I’m texting you a mountain
of silly moonstruck jive.
I’m offering to take you
on a midnight drive.
I’m assuming that we’ll both
be vibing in perfect sync.
I’m perceiving the distinct
connection of a psychic link.

You think you can win me
with some clever words?
This undue obsession
just makes your odds worse.
So dial down the drama,
you’re trying too hard,
or else I’ll be forced to
put up my guard.

She’s looking for someone
who’s living it big,
she wants a companion
who’s out of her league.
She’s not without options
and I’m on the ropes,
but she’s undecided,
so maybe there’s still hope.

Oh oh oh oh
Undecided…
Oh oh oh oh
Undecided…

Why is it bad to be intense?
Honest feelings are strong!
Why should I hide
behind pretense,
when I’m doing no wrong?
Why do we play these
pointless games?
I just want to be true.
Why don’t you give me
one more chance
to prove myself to you?

[Chorus]

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

Undecided

Go get it!
What you want to achieve.
Go get it!
Visualize and believe.
Don’t set it aside, incomplete.
Don’t let it become a defeat.

The city sleeps,
but you’re awake,
distressed by doubts
that you can’t shake.
You're trapped inside
this daily routine,
which is turning you
into a human machine.

The future’s calling;
so clear your head,
resume the path
you used to tread.
Dust off your dreams,
it’s time to make them true;
get back on track
and push on through!

Go get it!
The prize is in sight.
Go get it!
Don’t give up the fight.
Go grab it!
The moment is yours.
Don't quit until your victory is sure.

The critics will chide you
for being too bold;
they’ll say that your story
will never be told.
They’ll measure the risk,
they’ll picture the fall;
but their speculations
don’t matter at all.

The mirror displays
what your soul used to be;
let go of that image
and break yourself free.
Regrets are a burden,
so cast them away;
your only concern
is what happens today.

Go get it!
What you want to achieve.
Go get it!
Visualize and believe.
Don’t set it aside, incomplete.
Don’t let it become a defeat.

You’ll swim in sweat,
you’ll feel the burn;
the more you grind,
the more you’ll earn.
The finish line is getting near;
so forge ahead and have no fear.
Forget the comfort, face the heat;
your victory will taste so sweet!
Let every heartbeat that you feel
enhance your single-minded will!

This is the pressure
that’ll temper your soul;
this is the effort that’ll
make your life whole.
Trust in the fire
you’re holding inside
to keep you sustained
until the end of the ride!

Go get it!
The prize is in sight.
Go get it!
Don’t give up the fight.
Go grab it!
The moment is yours.
Don't quit until your victory is sure.

Go Get It!

Whoa oh oh oh
Little buddy…
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh

Since you been gone
my life has turned blue;
my routine is messed up
and my head is unscrewed.
I can’t concentrate
on the things that I do;
‘cause every damn thing
will remind me of you.

It’s been a while,
but I’m still grievin’.
Oh why’d you have
to up and leave me?
I sit in the dark
and drain my cup…
I miss you a lot,
my sweet little pup.

I still feel that hope
when I open the door;
but your tippy taps
won’t greet me no more.
Your water bowl’s dusty,
your leash hangs unworn…
A house full of memories
to witness and mourn.

[Chorus]

I remember your barks
and your little tail wagging;
how you always walked
like you was bragging.
You were gentle and happy,
a pure, simple soul…
Now my poor heart is bleeding
from a doggie shaped hole.

[Chorus]

Every corner I turn,
a memory stirs;
of sunny day walks
and the smell of your fur.
I miss the weight of your head
resting soft on my lap;
how you curled up beside me
for an afternoon nap.

[Chorus]

I try to move on,
yes, I know that I should;
but nothing at all seems
to lift up my mood.
They say "get another,"
"it's only a pet,"
but how can I simply
move on and forget?

You were more than a dog,
you were family, my friend;
my loyal companion
right up to the end.

[Chorus]

It’s been a while,
but I’m still grievin’.
Oh why’d you have
to up and leave me?
I sit in the dark,
hoping my heart will mend…
I miss you a lot,
my sweet little friend.

Oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh
Little buddy…
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Oh buddy…

Little Buddy

The sky glows poison green,
exposing the obscene.
I wanna break out of this squalor.
I wanna get myself all clean.
Oh, what a beautiful dream...
Suburban grass between my toes!
But will they accept what I am?
I can't really know that for sure.

Whoa!
I wanna be received...
But I need to be reborn!
From a crystal blue spring,
as a brand new man-thing.
Man-thing...

I steal a long raincoat,
and I hop on a train.
I use a com-transplant
from a dead man's brain.
I wanna travel far enough
to get away from this mess,
and walk in the sunshine,
so refreshingly blessed.

Whoa!
I wanna be received...
But I need to be reborn!
From a crystal blue spring,
as a brand new man-thing.
Man-thing...

I think I'm in heaven,
but I ain't dead.
The air is too rich...
It's messing with my head.
The people are pretty;
I smile and I wave.
They scream and they run,
so I pull out my gun...

All alone in paradise,
like a hideous god.
My body's moisturized
by their innocent blood.
I'm feelin' so relieved...
But now it's time to leave!
’Cause somewhere in the mountains
there is a crystal fountain.

Whoa!
I wanna be received...
But I need to be reborn!
From a crystal blue spring,
as a brand new man-thing.
Yeah…

Whoa, ah!
I’ll be a brand new man-thing.
Uh-huh.
A shiny brand new man-thing.
Praise be!
So fresh, so clean…
Whoa…

Neon Baptism

You snatch off my hat,
and you laugh at my gut,
then you tell me I’m gay,
while you’re kickin’ my butt.

You keep on talkin’ loud,
spoutin’ all of that junk,
you believe you’re the shit,
but you’re just a sad punk.

I steel myself for the long haul,
’cause my future’s gonna be bright,
and the most important improvement
is that you’ll be outta my sight.

Eat shit, little bully!
I’ll see you around
in a couple of years…
you insignificant clown.
I’ll be smart and successful,
but you’ll stay the same.
Oh, that lovely bitch, karma—
she’ll flip the whole game!

Yeah…
I’ll see you around, fucker!
Uh-huh.
I’ll see you around!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go on and have your fun, fucker…
’cause you can’t keep me down!

You think reading is lame,
and you ridicule art,
your idea of humor’s
a long stinkin’ fart.

You’re so vulgar and dull,
just as dumb as a brick,
you’re a miserable soul
and a right useless prick!

I steel myself for the long haul,
’cause my future’s gonna be bright,
and the most important improvement
is that you’ll be outta my sight.

Eat shit, little bully!
I’ll see you around
in a couple of years…
you insignificant clown.
I’ll be smart and successful,
but you’ll stay the same.
Oh, that lovely bitch, karma—
she’ll flip the whole game!

Yeah…
I’ll see you around, fucker!
Uh-huh.
I’ll see you around!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go on and have your fun, fucker…
’cause you can’t keep me down!

Oh, so sweet it would be,
to look out of my ride
and see you serving out
my nuggets and fries…

It would be such a joy
to watch how your life sucks
as you unload my bins
in that big garbage truck…

You just wait and see,
it won’t take very long—
for my time to come…
fucker!

Na, na, na, na.…
Whoa yeah yeah oh yeah
Na, na, na, na.…
Whoaaa yeahhh
Na, na, na, na.…
Whoaaa yeahhh
Fucker!

Na, na, na, na.…
No no yeah
Na, na, na, na.…
Whoaaa yeahhh
Na, na, na, na.…
Whoaaa ohhh ohhh ohhh
I’ll see you around!

I’ll See You Around

Pay attention, my dudes,
'cause I'm gonna tell ya
'bout an interstellar spliff
that's the size of Australia.
It don't matter at all
if you're a pro or a noobie,
when you're under the spell
of the mighty Space Doobie!

Space Doobie…
full of primordial grass.
Space Doobie…
for a celestial blast.
Space Doobie…
kiss your to-do list goodbye!
Space Doobie…
'cause it's a permanent high,
yeah… yeah!

It's blazin’ away
through the vastness of space,
expandin’ the minds
of every sentient race.
Infusin’ all realms
with positive vibes…
yeah, you better prepare,
'cause it's about to arrive!

Space Doobie…
full of primordial grass.
Space Doobie…
for a celestial blast.
Space Doobie…
kiss your to-do list goodbye!
Space Doobie…
'cause it's a permanent high,
yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah!

The Doobie’s in orbit
around our fair planet,
it's gonna get us so stoned,
we'll be taken for granite.
But we'll finally enjoy
a sustainable peace,
and a groovy celebration
that will never cease!

Who made that giant joint?
it's beyond explanation…
perhaps it was God,
or an alien nation.
Who cares anymore?
let's all go with the flow!
'cause it's already here
and our souls are aglow!

Space Doobie…
now the party begins!
Space Doobie…
throw your plans in the bin.
Space Doobie…
smoke is fillin’ the sky…
Space Doobie…
and we’re gettin’ real high,
yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Space Doobie…
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Space Doobie…
elevatin’ the mood!
Space Doobie…
got you cravin' some food!
Space Doobie…
breathe in deeply, my dudes!
Space Doobie…
Oh… yeah!
Just go with the flow, baby,
let your brain cells blow, baby.
It's a neverendin’ high…
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Space Doobie!

Space Doobie

Cloaked in shadows,
I remain a mysterious enigma.
My music is a reflection of a spirit
both dark and delicately sweet,
twisted yet deeply sentimental.

All original lyrics and music
concepts were 100% written
and designed by me;
the production was realized
using the Suno AI platform.
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I retain all commercial and
intellectual rights to this work.

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