Glubba Glubba (Weird-Ass Shit)

Standing at the precipice, beside the rushing stream
Not ready, not ready, but the vision's crystalline
Out where the water bends and reality grows thin
Time becomes a circle
I ascend, descend
I ascend again!

I walked the line where seasons bleed from gold to silver grey
Reached for the fleeting colors as they spiraled away
A moment dressed in morning light slipped through my desperate grasp
The chains of doubt lay shattered in the river's patient clasp

We broke our bonds yet still pursue the architect's design
The patterns, rhythms, sacred codes no mind can hope to bind
Dancing on the water's edge, surrounded by the flow
Not finished, not finished, but the seed begins to grow
Now that the veil is lifted, now that the truth is clear
Seasons spiral endless
I transform, transcend
Transform, transcend!

The silence between heartbeats shows the colors of the dawn
A symphony of fleeting truths, yet still we journey on
The prophet raised his weathered hand and showed us who we are
I smiled and whispered to the wind, "I've carried you this far"
Upon the hill we heard the echo of the valley's timeless song
And traced our steps through cycles where we've always belonged

Standing at the water's edge, the battle finally won
Not finished, never finished, but the journey's just begun
Called to the source, bound to the light
Seasons spiral onward
I flow, I am
Now that you're whole, now that you're free
The river's eternal song carries me

I held the fire of truth within my shaking, mortal hands
While phantom armies marched in step across these barren lands
The answer blazed in starfire, but the world looked away
Just echoes in the canyon where the shadows always stay
In tattered robes she stood and wept, her sorrow carved in stone
"I'll bear the weight of every sin, this burden is my own"

>>>The lyrics depict a spiritual and existential journey of transformation, where the protagonist stands at a metaphorical "precipice" by a rushing stream, symbolizing a threshold between the known and the unknown. Through vivid imagery of spiraling seasons, shattered doubts, and a river’s eternal flow, they navigate cycles of ascent and descent, grappling with fleeting truths and breaking free from illusion. The "veil is lifted" as they transcend mortal limitations, holding the "fire of truth" while confronting a world that often ignores it, ultimately merging with the "river’s eternal song" in a state of unity and wholeness, yet acknowledging the journey is "never finished." This narrative blends awe, struggle, and hope, evoking a timeless quest for meaning within the endless spiral of existence.

River's Edge

Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict.

For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory.

My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision.

So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!

Glubba Glubba (Weird-Ass Shit)

Nostradamus Jones (NosJ)

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