Shifting Forms

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too many plastic things

satisfied, satire-fried

I woke up on my day off work and created this while still half asleep. 

I’m just a person who gets way too excited about weird moments in life—then turns them into music. This is where I put them, for you to experience however you want. Hope you enjoy. ✌️💗 -J.

Music for the unhinged and the enlightened. Grooves that crawl under your skin, bass that rattles your bones, and vocals that don’t care if you like them. Somewhere between a punch in the face and a cosmic revelation. Hooks evolve, endings don’t wait, and nothing stays the same.

I’m just here for the ride—tweaking knobs, whispering bad ideas, and keeping the machine humming.

📨📬 xjblizzx@gmail.com
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too fun to

why don't you get a job

Why don’t you get a job

cash me outside, hash brown that remix 🍟🍔

[Verse 1]
Rudolph got a pitbull swagger (yeah)
Struttin' through the snow with a bite like a dagger
Christmas lights blinkin', pimpin' through the blizzard
Lead the sleigh, got the beats that make you shiver (uh)
Reindeer's crew, we bundlin', hustlin'
Street carol, under mistletoe, we lovin'

[Chorus]
Rudolph with the red nose shine (ay)
Leading all the reindeers on my grind (yeah)
Horns up high, in the sky we fly (woah)
Sleigh bells ring, in the trap we vibe

[Verse 2]
Present stack packed in the back, know we flex big
Sled rockin', icy chains ain't counterfeit (nah)
Pitbull's growl echoes in the night air (ooh)
With a flow so cold, it's beyond compare
Santa's bag full, we share in the hustle
Christmas beats bang, feel the muscle

[Chorus]
Rudolph with the red nose shine (ay)
Leading all the reindeers on my grind (yeah)
Horns up high, in the sky we fly (woah)
Sleigh bells ring, in the trap we vibe

[Bridge]
Let's get it, sled cruising through the night (night)
Snow fallin', city lights bring delight (delight)
With my pitbull strength and might (might)
In this Xmas, everything's alright

[Chorus]
Rudolph with the red nose shine (ay)
Leading all the reindeers on my grind (yeah)
Horns up high, in the sky we fly (woah)
Sleigh bells ring, in the trap we vibe

Holiday Hustle

of Lights

of Lights ☀️

[Verse 1]
Wheels grind like broken teeth,
Kicks so heavy, can't find relief.
Tire smoke's a cloud of belief,
Runnin' on fumes and petty grief.
Dark roads I can't spit the truth,
Swear to god the map's bulletproof.
Heads spin like I'm in a noose,
Strapped to the wheel, no excuse.

[Chorus]
Ok ya’ll, I'm cuttin' through,
Twist, turn—got no clue.
Ok ya’ll, break me too,
Sick of playin' games I didn't choose.

[Verse 2]
Beatin' paths they don't understand,
Stick it to 'em like I'm stickin' the land.
Wheels spin 'til I'm part of the sand,
Ain't no chains can hold this hand.
Wait for a sign? Nah, wait for the ride,
I'm frontin' the road 'til I collide.
Spitfire verses with nowhere to hide,
Eyes wide shut, along for the slide.

[Chorus]
Ok ya’ll, spin it fast,
Got no time, it don't last.
Ok ya’ll, dead or past,
Tension's pullin' tight like glass.

[Bridge]
Thick beats crack, bent from the core,
Swerve into that real hardcore.
Voices distorted like godless lore,
Spinnin' mad theories, but who's keepin' score?

[Chorus]
Ok ya’ll, spin it fast,
Got no time, it don't last.
Ok ya’ll, dead or past,
Tension's pullin' tight like glass.

ok ya'll, cuttin' through

ok ya’ll, cuttin’ through

Hearts in the Rearview Mirror

Autumn’s Embrace

Echoes of Magic

Counting sheep and waves

ichty yell, i guess

crying over spilled milk

finding our way

Here this track in the full playlist “reborn!” https://on.soundcloud.com/B9tNoc53ygnNwv5u7

i’ll break through!

we’re friends, right?

increative rage

[Verse 1]
One thread alone, thin and plain
But tied to others, it carries a name
A loop, a fold, and then it grows
A quiet pull, the story it shows
In the stillness they remain
Simple wonders, not in vain

[Chorus]
Simple threads, they weave the weight
Into something vast, something great
Hold on tight, don't let them break
In their binding, dreams awake

[Verse 2]
In whispers soft, a promise wrapped
Between the strings, lives overlap
Glimmers of light in the mundane
Part of a world that's ever the same
Feel the warmth of each soul's glow
In the tapestry, it starts to show

[Chorus]
Simple threads, they weave the weight
Into something vast, something great
Hold on tight, don't let them break
In their binding, dreams awake

[Bridge]
The smallest part... carries us all
Interwoven dreams, never fall
In simplicity, each heart beats
A chorus sweet, where love repeats

[Chorus]
Simple threads hold all we know
Pulled together, they'll always grow
Hold on tight, don't let them break
In their binding, dreams awake

interwoven

[Verse 1]
Icarus, with wings made of light
Dancing on the edge of night
Feasting on the sun's embrace
Hands reaching for the outer space
Dreams weaving through skies so high
In the glow, he dares to fly

[Chorus]
With hands, he soared through skies unknown
Every flight a song, every fall a tone
In the dance, a story told
Embracing skies of radiant gold

[Verse 2]
Boundless and wild is his flight
Chasing shadows, craving the heights
A journey full of risk and grace
On wings of light, he's found his place
Stars alight in his fearless eyes
In his dreams, the cosmos ties

[Chorus]
With hands, he soared through skies unknown
Every flight a song, every fall a tone
In the dance, a story told
Embracing skies of radiant gold

[Bridge]
In the dance of heights, sun’s embrace met
Through melody of freedom, limits set
Silent whispers, tales of light
In the descent, reflections ignite

[Chorus]
With hands, he soared through skies unknown
Every flight a song, every fall a tone
In the dance, a story told
Embracing skies of radiant gold

more > than u can chew

“Yeah, this song is all about that feeling of being in the moment—like when you’re out, the energy’s high, and everything just clicks. It’s about not overthinking, just letting yourself feel the rush of it all. The beat keeps it tight and steady, kinda like a pulse, and the lyrics are simple on purpose—it’s more about the vibe than over-explaining anything. I wanted it to feel hypnotic, like you’re floating but still totally in control. Just that perfect balance of letting go but not losing yourself, you know?”

pop it, let’s not do too much

Oh, man, so you want the rundown on this song? Alright, picture this—it’s like me and my buddy were just riffing, you know, kicking around this whole “muse” thing. I’m sitting there, half-serious, going, “Wait, is this thing floating out in the universe or what?” and he’s all, “No, dude, it’s in us, it’s a wave, you gotta surf it!” And I’m like, “Surfing thoughts? That’s wild!” We’re bouncing off each other, right? He’s throwing out this idea of riding the vibe, not fighting it, and I’m over here like, “Okay, so we hug it? We wrestle it? What’s the play?” Then—bam—we both just hit this moment, like, “Let’s get weird!” and the energy explodes. The beat drops, we’re shouting “AND GO TO WORK!”—it’s chaos, it’s fun, it’s us basically daring the muse to keep up. That’s the track, man, pure unfiltered us.

a musing

“Ya see, dis song… it talk ’bout flavor, but it deeper dan food or taste, y’know? It’s ‘bout soul—searchin’ for somethin’ real inna world full of imitation. Flavor be a metaphor for love, for freedom, for truth. In di mornin’ light, everyting come clear… so when di song say ‘Will it be yours, will it be mine,’ it’s like askin’—who gonna carry di light? Who gonna share di good vibes?

Music is spirit, seen? Dis one dance on riddim, move like a journey. I&I believe di groove already know where ya heart belong. You just haffi listen.”

Flavor Theory

Big Yes Day” came from one of those bizarrely good mornings where everything felt like it was cheering me on. I wanted to capture that surreal, silly optimism—like when your toast flies and somehow it’s a victory. It’s not deep, it’s just a celebration of weird little wins and how they stack into something joyful. The song wrote itself like a goofy poem on a trampoline. Honestly, it’s just about saying “yes” to the weird magic in everyday stuff

BIG YES DAY

YEAH, PROBABLY

“clears throat, sighs softly Uh, yeah, it’s just… this track, you know? It’s got this vibe, like, floating around in my head late at night when I can’t sleep. It’s weird, kinda messy, but that’s the point, I guess. pauses, looks away Um, there’s some moon stuff and feelings in there—whatever. It’s not like I overthink it. You can just… listen to it or not, I don’t care. Next question?”

.crowded

I see you scrolling,
chasing light in little screens.
You’ve been fed a thousand truths
but still feel unseen.

You wear your pain in silence,
smile like it’s armor.
You numb the ache,
but I still hear you
when the music gets softer.

I’m not just in temples
or old stained glass —
I’m in your breath,
in the beats,
in the questions you ask.

I’m not mad at your doubts —
I built your brain to wrestle with wonder.
Faith isn’t blind;
it’s fire
that grows louder than thunder.

You’re not broken
for feeling too much.
The world lied —
but My love still touches
the places that cry at night,
that scroll for peace,
that search for a light
no filter can release.

You don’t have to clean up
to come home.
I don’t need your perfect —
just your real.
Bring me the mess.
I heal what they steal.

You’re more than the likes,
more than the mask.
I made you for joy
they said you can’t have.

You were born divine —
not for shame,
not for fear,
but for love that rewires
every year.

I’m still here.
Still walking, still knocking.
When you’re ready to rest,
I’m not far.
I never left.
I just whisper softer
than the noise.

Issa Vibe

GOLDEN EYES

“That feeling of living in a space—or even a life—that looks right on the outside but feels empty inside. It’s about routines, smiles, and small talk hiding something quieter and sadder underneath. I liked the idea of writing something bright and melodic that still carries a little emotional crack in the middle—like laughing with your hands shaking.”

HOUSE OF A THOUSAND KEYS

absence blooming in strange places. A sock watered like a prayer. A fridge humming with memory. Love lingering in the soft static of undone things. It’s the quiet ache of almost letting go.

GONE.

basically music for people who hallucinate

WHAT IT IS.

"folly" refers to a lack of wisdom, understanding, and moral insight, representing foolishness and a disregard for revealed truth. It's not simply a matter of intellectual deficiency, but a moral and spiritual blindness that leads to wrong choices and actions.

Folly

So I was sitting in my car… parked illegally… outside a 24-hour yoga disco smoothie bar. I was eating a sad sandwich and watching people live their best lives in neon spandex. And suddenly I thought: Why do we park our butts on couches, our dreams in storage, and our existential dread in a little compartment labeled “Monday”?

Then it hit me. Not the sandwich. The funk.

It’s about freedom, movement, and yelling “WOO!” for no reason—because if you’re not dancing like your parking meter’s expired and God is watching, are you even living?


noparkingonthedancefloor

holding up the whole damn dance floor with your bare hands while pretending it’s effortless, even as your sweat is literally monetized in the background. The lyrics don’t just invite you to dance—they dare you to abandon inhibition, to scream, to break molds, and to swirl inside a beautiful storm of bodies and lights. It’s ecstatic rebellion with sequins on, and it knows exactly how expensive that sweat really is.

likeliness

The door you fear most is the one you’re already inside. Sometimes the escape is the entrance.

#WhateverDoorOpens #NewMusic #Psychedelic #ThisIsFine #GlitchInTheMatrix #Crunchy

WHATEVER DOOR OPENS

when your therapist cancels on you and your edible kicks in at the same time

Ah yes… another pop anthem with the emotional intensity of a sunrise on Instagram and the lyrical depth of a motivational fridge magnet.

nothing can stop us now

“It’s a journey through time’s illusion, man. A mirage made of memory and madness. The sand—it whispers, it remembers. Each grain is a life, a choice, a failure we thought we buried. But it all echoes. I see the walls breathing, the faces in the dust—they’re laughing, crying, becoming. There’s beauty in the collapse, you know? The mountain crumbles, but I keep climbing—not for the summit, but for the fall. The track—it moves like a fever dream, like the desert wind crawling up your spine. You lose your mind to find something truer. It’s hypnotic, it’s dissonant… it’s a trance for those who’ve danced in fire and still want more.”

echoes through the sand

“It’s about motion without meaning—speed as a prayer. You’re not driving, you’re being driven… by chance, by impulse, by whatever voice in your gut says go faster. The desert doesn’t care where you’re headed—it only asks that you burn. No brakes, just instinct. Just luck. Just the road laughing as it disappears beneath you.”

no brakes

🎤 “FEEL LIKE I DO” – THE SONG THAT WILL PROBABLY CHANGE YOUR LIFE (OR AT LEAST YOUR LUNCH BREAK) 🌭✨

Ever spilled a drink and accidentally met the love of your life?
No? Well, neither did I, but this song imagines that you did—and that she hums like a washing machine and looks at you like sentient steam.

“Feel Like I Do” is a musical rollercoaster of diner drama, jazz metaphors, and fridge-light epiphanies. It’s like if John Mayer and a 90s rom-com had a kid who only spoke in poetic similes.

Expect:
	•	Shoes that finally fit
	•	Clocks that spin (but emotionally!)
	•	Jazz minds. Steam stares. Existential laundry.

Whether you’re falling in love or just falling into your couch cushions, this track is here for you. It doesn’t just slap—it gently high-fives your soul.

Warning: May cause spontaneous finger-snapping and reflective gazes out rainy windows.
Side effects: Warm fuzzies. Emotional swagger. Unexpected urges to dance in your kitchen at 2am.

Hit play and let your heart do a little two-step. 💃🕺
#CheesyLoveSong #FridgeLightFeels #WashingMachineGrooves #FeelLikeIDo #JazzSteamAndOtherProblems

Like I Do

“This one’s about motion — nonstop, overstimulated motion. It’s the scroll, the swipe, the noise you can’t turn down. We were thinking about how AI’s taking over, crypto’s spinning, and everyone’s just trying to keep their soul from glitching out. But it’s not all doom — there’s rhythm in the chaos. It’s like: what if the end of the world had a dancefloor?”

 #AltDance #Scrollcore #PostInternet #FutureFunk #CyberSoul #NoStop #DigitalDread #FunkFromTheFeed

no parking, anytime

So someone told me to “Have a great day.”

[beat]
And I was like… “You don’t know me like that.”

Like—what is that? That’s not encouragement. That’s emotional peer pressure.
It’s like saying, “Hey! Whatever darkness you’re processing? Not my problem. Smile through it, buddy!”

You ever get that at 7am?
You’re holding a coffee the color of depression, your car’s making a sound like it’s chewing aluminum, and this barista just hits you with:

“Have a great day!”

And I’m like—“Okay… what if I don’t?”

What if I have a mediocre day?
A chaotic neutral day?
A ‘bought socks, lost hope’ kind of day?

[crowd laughs]

Have A Great Day..

JBLIZZ & Co.

Stoned With U

Untitled

Talking (Without Words)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPmswTNs2egYCX-coR4lN8w

I Got the Feelin' - James Brown (cover)

I need food!
How bout some bread & butter?
What you lookin funny for, did I stutter?
Ok, alright... I guess that ain't yo type.
Goop mayonnaise and Kraft on bread for some cheese on white.
Naw naw naw, hold up, wait a minute.
Or maybe a few more minutes to soggy some Ramen.
"Amen."
Cotton candy, sugar, go.
Let me see that tootsie roll.
Not that kind from 94.
Stuff for your sweet tooth, not the dance floor.
Eat about a bag for desert.
Top it with some nice sweet tea for your toppest tummy hurt.

Turn on the Telly to watch some tunes.
Turn my brain to mush, make the kids act like buffoons.
Little folks in a daze, parent be weary.
Zonin out listening to the sounds of Tom & Jerry.
Woody woodpecker is always good for a laugh.
Keep my eyes glued, isolate from riff raff.
Back in the day before mind was crowded with work.
Couldn't wait to get out of school and watch the Cartoon Network.

Marry poppins teachin chitlins kindness and imagination.
Provided an escape from life's animation.
Parachuting with an umbrella through the sky.
Beats like one man band Bert got that steppin time.
Time to hit the bed rest pillow on the soiled rug.
Many thanks to these tings, evaded fate of thug.

Bert

Black Beatles (cover)

Brain fart.
Suckin on my melon like a sweet tart.
Brain pain soaring off the charts.
Chuckin words from my brain stem, boring are these thoughts.
Often times I wonder if I'm crazy or not.
Impulses jumping off synapse cliff a lot.
A mob of suicidal neurons scream from atop my highest spot.

My noggin's where I'm loggin these foggy thoughts that keep me boggin out.
Pouty faced, chillin by the window where I wait,
And watch,
Occasionally pacing the floor.
It's gettin kinda late.
Day has faded and I still haven't turned on the lights.

A few more hours till the script re flips.
I lick my chapped lips anticipating the feast.
A meet and greet with my favorite friends to eat.
A box of Buzz drops into a bowl with ooze from glands.
Drizzle on some syrup from the little bear man.
Mix it with some metal and guzzle it down my muzzle.

Funny how these words keep stumblin.
Imagination rumbles as it wonders what comes next.
Fill it with some fuel, keep the text running strong.
My turbocharged smart car full of lard song.
A faulty spark from a screwy plug misfires as I cut the electric wire powering this creative desire.

This fire that burns within cannot be snuffed.
Left over right, I keep climbing up.
Racing rock em sock em cerebral hemispheres for the cup.
All that stands between them is this groove.
Smooth as a river flowing down my vertebrae.
Laying in a bed of ideas thrown away.
Faded is my train of thought as I begin to sway to the beat.
Heat floods my body as my heart starts to race.
Great vibrations from the small speaker on the sill.
Tingling ears, drums begin to cheer.

Sleepy time now, one hell of a spell.
Eyelids swell,
heart rate fell,
Waters run deep where they are still.
Pop a melodic pill and slip into a coma.

Brain Fart

Jason and the argonauts.
Misunderstood thoughts.
Leading all of the weak to believe what they have been taught.

On that search for Golden Fleece.
Even if it disturbs peace.
Can you reap what you have sowed if you don't practice what you preach.

Chase the bigger better things.
No fools gold or flashy bling.
Prepare for the time when you must step into life's boxing ring.

Swiftly will not win the race.
Stick to comfortable pace.
Good things come to those of us who are satisfied by one taste.

Golden Fleece

Cruisin round town,
never know what's going down.
Stop at a spot,
I don't know whereabout.
Sweating in the back seat,
chokin on the heat.
Boredom goes and puts foot to floor,
Brain does the same.
Cerebrospinal tide rises as images run wild through my skull.
Eyes full of dreams,
Feeling half past baked.
Dreaming awake,
data stream beamed from some place outer space.

(Daydream)
In enters ninja to fix this messy mix up.
A man in black who's always got my back.
Moving fast he attacks in slow motion.
Floats through air like he swimmin in the ocean.
Enemy's respect,
gravity has no effect.
Parkoring hardcore whatever obstacle comes next.
Chopping with his Hanzo sword random objects.
Stabs blade in the ground and finds a shady tree to rest.

Air becomes stale,
Ninja's face turns pale.
From the sky fly's from smog Vaudevillain Frog!
Lands with a boom,
Ninja thinks he's doomed.
Little did he know,
Frog just landed on his sword.

Just a child was I,
Running from reality's headaches as time flew by.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake.
Outer self auto pilot, inner great escape.

Runnin’ From Reality

Oh
my god
I'm thinking something crazy and I can't
Wait to
Release what's built up in me but I know
That when
I do it will amaze you but until
Then I
Will keep on pushing daisies while I try
To slow time flying by

Now
I have
Built up inside me courage which I know
Will lead
To a fantastic voyage through your space
And you
Think you can refuse my heartfelt embrace
So now
I release what's inside of me
A compassionate devotee
Adapt and romance selflessly
Turning "you and me" to "we"

Turning u&me 2 WE

Bruhnana

music to listen to when you are high.. and low

Jason Blizzard

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