The media of the world seems to be caught up with adoration of characters in some kind of existential play - but we all are, and need to be kind to each other.

characters in an existential play

This is a laid back, acoustic track with harmony vocals. Beneath the quieter vibes there are some hidden edges to the lyrics which focus on maintaining your identity in the age of social media. Written for my daughters. If you are interested in licensing any lyrics, get in touch. Lyrics for this one are: 

Stop with the filtration 
Stop with the curation 
Stop all this rose tint lens
And the good time friends

Cut out the whitening 
Tone down the brightening 
Cut out the light ring
And the bling, bling, bling 

Turn off the cheap shots
Turn off the chat bots
Turn down the non-stop,
What’s hot, jack pots

Too much blah, blah, blah
So much nah, nah, nah
Bit much ooh, la, la
And the uh, uh, ah

No more buying all the glam 
I’m not falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me
Who l am
Who I am
Who I am 

Enough with the click bait 
Enough of the deep fakes
Enough with the high stakes
And the toxic hate

Stop with the gaslight
Stop with the late night
Stop with this half life
All out of sight 

I see clearly through the sham 
No more falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me 
Who I am
Who l am
Who I am

Start with the human touch 
Start with the positive
Starting to rise above
With the simple love

Bring up community
Bring up the listening
Bring on humility 
And some honesty 

I see clearly through the sham 
No more falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me 
Who I am
Who l am
Who I am

Who I am (you don’t make me)

Homeless Man

The Home Show

Going to the home show
Vendors all lined up in a row
Looking for households trashed
To enhance their business cash flow.

Going to the home show
Tents under the bridge
Fancy fountains for the garden
WI-FI for the fridge.

Republicans outside
Trying to Trump up votes
Oil and gas and coal men
Wanting signatures to dig more holes.

Going to the home show
Manufacturers dreaming
Installers scheming all about
Let’s buy some cookies from the Girl Scouts

Cruising through the home show
Looking for ideas
For holding the house together
For a few more years
Until the world comes to an end.

Words and music by Byron Haskins (c) 2024 nPoet9 Publishing. All rights reserved

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Gotta Run by Korima celebrates the joy of running - our evolved desire to run – and running legends. Inspired by Christopher McDougall’s: Born To Run.


Download: https://www.korima.net/listen

Gotta Run - Korima

Independent critical thinking based on facts and based on the fundamental ideals of mutual respect/empathy for each other and the planet is needed now and I sense the reliance on AI/social media as they are functioning today is a path to self destruction

lyrics

the internet's gone,your screen has gone blank
what will you do
How will you think

you built a cocoon of whispers and fears
sat by your self in the dark for so long
you cannot tell the right from the wrong

you shut out the sun the wind and the rain

so can you go now out into the street
can you deal with what's really real
Can you tell the truth from the lies
all by yourself
without any help
from your faceless friends on the internet's web/

go out and get dirty
go out and get wet
look a real person in the eye
try to remember how it felt
before you fell down that sick rabbit hole
and forgot you were alive

what will you do?

some pessimistic rantings about the sorry state of the planet with help from some of the original Star Trek gang...all the clips taken from the episode City on the Edge of Forever...great episode about time travel..very well written, profound,funny and sad.....  DeForest Kelly as a delirious Dr McCoy delivers a masterclass in overacting...

You!! What Planet Is This?

Captain Kirk can't preserve our federation
You better beam him up Scotty
Politicos, polluters and corporate power players
All flash and fake and shoddy
Paranoia, planet-panic
My fear, it multiplies
Like McCoy trippin’ out on Cordrazine
A raging question plagues my mind

You! What Planet Is This?
Phasers set to stun
World come undone
One step from the abyss 
You! What Planet Is This?
From greed to gun
Real-life science fiction fun

Mr. Spock can't wave off, our project in illogic
Better beam him up Scotty
Frustrated with the intellect of all us human players 
As we destroy Earth’s mind and body
Patriotic ploys gone frantic
Terra firma fools collide
The air impure, thoughts incorrect 
Edith Keeler must die

You!  What planet is this?
Take a leap through time
Try to save mankind
From the march to the precipice
You! What Planet Is this?
Silly Star Trek song
Hope I got the ending wrong

Run Run DeForest
Run Run Doctor Run
Run through the cities 
With the maniacs and moneyed ones
Run Run Children
Run Run Children Run
You better Run
Run

You! What Planet is this?
Third from the sun
You know, the violent one
Exploding in our midst
You! What Planet is this?
Watch the lights go out
As we twist and shout








You!!!  What Planet is this?

The superb single by Black Poets - It just don't faze me. Very rare, very hard to find. For your listening pleasure!

black poets-just dont faze me

Ghosted

I think I just missed a turn 
I shouldn’t have made
I just paid a toll I shouldn’t have paid.
Life has dreams that never come true, 
He said, “take a chance on me, I took a chance with you.”

And I got ghosted
Yeah, I got ghosted
He turned every fear I had against me,
Now I’m standing alone in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

Some carry grievances
They refuse to evaluate.
I think it’s time I say
I was one of those who wanted to retaliate!
I let you lead me astray.
I let you lead me into hate.
I guess it’s on me to accept the cause of my fate.

I got ghosted
Yeah you ghosted me
You turned every friend I had against me,
Now I’m standing alone in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

I think I missed the adrenaline rush
I shouldn’t have been so inhuman
that’s the drug we all been dealt
It’s the drug that you been pushin’
My life had dreams that never came true, 
So, I took a chance, I took a chance, and I was a fool. 

And then I got ghosted. 
Yeah, you ghosted me.

You turned every friend I had against me,
Now I’m standing here in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

Lyrics: Byron Haskins
 © 2025 nPoet9 Publishing

HCR 08172025:

Trump has misunderstood the nature of power in a democracy at home, too. Rather than building domestic coalitions to support the government, he is overseeing the takeover of the government by a radical minority that seems to think the way to build power is for the government to attack its own people.

The administration’s defunding of scientific research, medical care, environmental protection, food safety and security, and emergency management all threaten Americans’ health, safety, and security. Its attacks on history and education, as well as its firing of women and racial and gender minorities, seem designed to drive wedges among Americans. Its incarceration and disappearing of undocumented migrants both creates an “other” for Trump loyalists to hate and provides a warning of what could happen to the regime’s opponents.

Now, under the guise of fighting crime, the administration has quite literally turned guns on the American people.

2025

ghosted

Feeling a bit out of sync?
This track opens with a subtle hi-hats, and a deep funk bassline, peppered with muted trumpet stabs. Over this rich jazz groove, a weary yet sweet voice navigates the confusion of not quite getting the "collective pleasure" or "easy rhythm" everyone else seems to understand.
If you've ever felt "Thick As Wood," hit play.

Thick As Wood

Sally

This song is about resilience and determination. It's about being broken, battered, and bruised, but refusing to let those experiences define me. I've been through the flames, but I'm still burning, still standing. The song is a declaration of strength, a refusal to be defeated or silenced. It's about rising above the pain and the noise, and finding a voice that's born from fire. I'm unbroken, I'm untamed, and I'm still standing, and that's a message I want to share with all of you.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
I've been to the edge, I've been to the floor
I've been broken, but I'm walking out the door
I've been lied to, I've been cheated
But I won't let it define me, no, I won't be defeated 

[Chorus]
I'm unbroken, I'm untamed
I'm a fire that's still burning
I've been through the flames, but I'm not the same
I'm unbroken, I'm still standing, still standing 

[Verse 2]
I've been to the darkness, I've been to the night
I've been searching for a light, a beacon in the fight
I've been trying to find my way, through the noise and the pain
But I won't let it break me, no, I won't be chained 

[Chorus]
I'm unbroken, I'm untamed
I'm a fire that's still burning
I've been through the flames, but I'm not the same
I'm unbroken, I'm still standing, still standing 

[Verse 3]
I’ve been called too much, been told to hush
Felt the world try to crush me with every push
But I scream louder, I rise higher
You can't drown a voice that's born from fire 

[Bridge]
So go ahead and write me off again
Say I'm too wild, too fierce, too much to mend
But every scar is just proof I lived
And every fall gave me more to give 

[Chorus]
I'm unbroken, I'm untamed
I'm a fire that's still burning
I've been through the flames, but I'm not the same
I'm unbroken, I'm still standing, still standing 

[Outro]
Still standing, still burning
Still fierce, still learning
I’m unbroken — yeah, I’m still standing

Still Standing

music words and performance by Camille Ellyce Bordelon

DEATH OF A SALESMAN

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Amplified Studios
Carlsbad CA, June 2025
Drums: Marc Polit
Electric guitars: Tristan Brooks

LYRIC
We hear the guards shout
It’s 9 and lights out
The truth is so stark
Alone in the dark
No ‘nighty-nite’ here
And no ‘sleep tight, dear’
No one to console
Us on our bedroll

We serve our sentence
Despite our repentance
No one’s obliged to sympathize
Here's what life has shown me 
We get so lonely we could die

A narrow window
Is all that we know
A glimpse of the sky
A bird flying by
That must sustain us
Thought it can pain us
To know there’s so much
We’ll never touch
So we muster resistance
To look off in the distance
But sometimes our hearts ask us to try
We see an old leaf blown free
And get so lonely we could die

The world’s betrayal
You know each day’ll
Break like it’s new
Then disappoint you 
My term’s determined
Of that I’m sure, friend
And yours is as well
That much we can tell
No pleas, no whining
No silver lining
In clouds that clutter up the sky
A single ray may break through
Just long enough to make you want to cry
How bad can the unknown be?
Here
We get so lonely we could die


we get so lonely we could die

always please everyone but me (bonus track)

This is the fourth track off There to here (Part 3)
"Rivers flow by” is a reflective journey through time, memory, and resilience—told through the gentle pull of water and the rhythm of change. With lyrics that echo like ripples on a quiet stream, Phil Bowen blends soulful storytelling with natural imagery to explore how life moves forward, even when we’re standing still.
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen

There to here  Pt. 3

Rivers flow by

when you still wish the best for her
even though she is no longer in the picture
but everything happens for a reason.

I Hope She's Happy

American Love Has Died

Temporary Shrines

the ignorant savants is the musing of Byron Haskins, a self-educated creator of informal compositions, interpretive covers and other musical abstractions. It is a Third Act, informed by the first two - applied psychology and political activism. You may find automated music sequences but no artificial intelligence. You should USE HEADPHONES for the best sound as GarageBand is pressed to it's known limits. Also find rotating playlists featuring other creators. If we get only $2.50 per 1k plays here, you must know that hanging here means love, not lu$t.