This world requires
all kinds of minds;
you think that I’m broken,
but I’m just fine.
I’m different, not flawed...
just a little bit odd,
and I won’t be involved
in emotional fraud.

Your exuberance is unrelenting,
but I choose to remain authentic;
instead of selling bogus passion,
maybe start working on compassion.

Unbalanced optimism
is your toxic notion,
too spineless to confront
your negative emotions;
it’s such a mindless method
to promote mental health:
if you want to be accepted,
just diminish yourself.

You keep telling me to lighten up
and get a bit more jolly;
I’d rather that you all wake up
and smell the melancholy.
Your vapid vigor is vain
and so viciously vile;
stop poisoning my brain
with your strychnine smiles.

These strychnine smiles...
Whoa oh…
Sick strychnine smiles...
Yeah yeah…
Stop hampering my heart,
stop messing up my mind
with your strychnine smiles...
Oh ooh whoa,
ooh whoa, ooh whoa whoa…

Your moronical expectations
are not my concern;
your emotional machinations
shall be thoroughly spurned.
If the crop doesn’t grow,
fix the soil, not the crop;
I won’t cancel my feelings
just to keep this damn job.

Neurodiversity’s like biodiversity—
it’s very crucial to the human race;
personal growth means facing adversity,
and walking the path at your own pace.

I keep my autonomy,
even in a crowd;
I hear my own melody,
even if you’re loud.
You think that it’s bad
to be angry or sad?
Well, I think it’s quite mad
to be perpetually glad.

That’s why I don’t need
your false reinforcements,
that’s why I don’t want
your spurious endorsements.
Your sunny gaslighting
is a cognitive prison,
and you’re criminalizing
people’s neuroticism.

The reign of positivity
directs the modern hive:
to never speak the truth
of what it's like to be alive.

Your conformity
is the jailer of freedom,
it’s the foe of the strange
and the killer of change.
Your mediocrity
is the bringer of boredom,
it’s the bane of the bright
and the death of delight.

Unbalanced optimism
is your toxic notion,
too spineless to confront
your negative emotions;
it’s such a mindless method
to promote mental health:
if you want to be accepted,
just diminish yourself.

You keep telling me to lighten up
and get a bit more jolly;
I’d rather that you all wake up
and smell the melancholy.
Your vapid vigor is vain
and so viciously vile;
stop poisoning my brain
with your strychnine smiles.

These strychnine smiles...
Whoa oh…
Sick strychnine smiles...
Yeah yeah…
Stop smothering my soul,
stop sullying my sight
with your strychnine smiles...
Oh ooh whoa,
ooh whoa, ooh whoa whoa…

Anger is vastly superior to shame;
sadness is so much better than guilt.
Tension is healthier than self-blame;
these are the things from which we are built.

You can't have hope without despair;
you can’t have grit without some wear.
You can’t have happiness without pain;
you can’t fake life and still be sane.

Strychnine Smiles

FORSAKEN OST - CMDESPOT (ADMIN NOLI CHASE THEME)

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

Some are lucky to find a lifetime companion.

Love-Lives-Here

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and a musician at heart.
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