Tap, tap, another app
Living life through a screen and a map
Scrolling fast, time flies past

She logs in every single day
Says it helps the pain fade away
Perfect filters make her smile
Living life in HD style
While the real world sits on pause
She's found something without flaws

Click, click, paradise
Everything is nice
In the Experience Machine
All your thoughts align
(Everything's so fine)
But is any of it real?
Is any of it real?

Updates keep her satisfied
Every moment gamified
Swipe right for instant bliss
A world she never wants to miss
But I see it in her eyes
Something real inside her dies

Click, click, paradise
Everything is nice
In the Experience Machine
All your thoughts align
(Everything's so fine)
But is any of it real?
Is any of it real?

She's always online, always connected
Her avatar perfectly selected
But happiness can't be downloaded
And love can't be copy-pasted

Now she's starting to see clear
That pixels can't replace what's here
Time to face the morning sun
Log out, let the real world run
Though it's messy, though it's raw
Life hits different than before

Click, click, paradise
Everything is nice
In the Experience Machine
But she's breaking free
Finally to be
Everything that's real
Everything that's real

Experience Machine

Phone lit up late, what could this be?
My heart starts to race as I swipe to see
You sent a little something that got me like wow
Didn't see that coming but I ain't mad now

What made you take it? What made you send?
Got me over here acting like we more than friends

Fingers fumbling, feeling kinda shy
Can't stop staring, ain't gonna lie

Late night on my phone, got me feeling not alone
Pic hit different when I'm sitting here at home
(When I'm sitting here at home)

Pretty pixelated pleasure on my screen
Pressing pause, playing, pause, playing, can't believe
What I'm seeing, seeking, sneaking one more peek
Heart is beating, heating up, can barely speak

Should I send one back? Should I play it cool?
Breaking all the rules but I ain't no fool
Got me typing, deleting, typing again
Trying to find the words but where do I begin?

My face is burning, temperature rising
This kind of message needs no disguising

Late night on my phone, got me feeling not alone
Pic hit different when I'm sitting here at home
(When I'm sitting here at home)

Saved it quick, locked it tight
Keeping it safe through the night
Promise I won't show a soul
This moment's just for us to hold

Late night on my phone, got me feeling not alone
Pic hit different when I'm sitting here at home
(When I'm sitting here at home)

Pretty pixelated pleasure on my screen
Pressing pause, playing, pause, playing, can't believe
What I'm seeing, seeking, sneaking one more peek
Heart is beating, heating up, can barely speak

Late Night Pic

Saw her die, prayers fucked off quick,
Rich brats sailed, their luck so slick.
Yelled "why her?"—God ain’t say shit,
Faith broke down, I burned that kit.
Torched the book to wake His ass,
Got no flame, just cold ash mass.
System bled me, left me broke,
"Justice"—damn lie, choke.

Karma gone, ain’t here no mo’,
Lost my love, heart hit the flo’.
Karma dead, I smashed that bitch,
Fucked it up—God don’t twitch.

“Heal,” they spit from high-rise gold,
Kids in rags, graves stay cold.
Words just trash, a dime of dung,
Pain’s my fire, too damn sprung.
Heaven’s ghost, I’m done with that,
Hell’s my block, I swing right back.
Crack their glass, tag their lies,
Rage my king—damn their skies.

Dream she crawl, all weak and slow,
“Sorry” hums, a frail-ass show.
Her face fade, bed stay still,
Proof He blind, I’m off that hill,
Hustle grime, their dirt my bill.

Karma gone, ain’t here no mo’,
Lost my love, heart hit the flo’.
Karma dead, I smashed that bitch,
Fucked it up—God don’t twitch.

Burned to beg, got zilch, yo,
Now I roam, wreck their show.
Karma null, I crushed that flame,
Rage my rule—damn their name.

Overall Message:
The song expresses a journey through personal loss, anger, and rejection of traditional systems of faith and justice. The speaker has come to a point of radical defiance, choosing to reject concepts of karma and divine justice in favor of their own rage and desire to “wreck their show.” It’s a powerful, intense outpouring of emotion, where the speaker seeks to reclaim agency after feeling betrayed by the world.

Tone and Emotion:
The tone is raw, aggressive, and defiant. There's an underlying pain that manifests as rage, and the speaker seems to be using anger as a coping mechanism to deal with the loss and disillusionment they feel. The rejection of faith, karma, and justice creates a world where they take matters into their own hands, fueled by frustration and grief.

Damn Their Name

Damn Their Name (Instrumental)

Glubba Glubba (Weird-Ass Shit)

A Glorious Mess

Whatever The Hell This Is

Funky Doo-Wop

Funky Doo-Wop (No Puedo Parar)

Darling, you're my dearest friend
Today I take your hand, amen
Promise you my heart so true
Joy and comfort I'll always give to you
Through the sorrow, through the pain 
With patience, love will still remain
Partnership and sacred trust
Seeking God together, just us (that's right)

We were living just one street away
Passing by, never knowing God had made a way
All those prayers I thought He never heard
Led me right to you, without a single word
Love was waiting where I least believed
Just one street away from me

Through a dating app we met
Lonely hearts we won't forget
Faith in Jesus brought us near
His holy love cast out our fear
In His name I pledge today
My heart, my hope, my love always
Learn to love you more each day
Your family too, come what may

We were living just one street away
Passing by, never knowing God had made a way
All those prayers I thought He never heard
Led me right to you, without a single word
Love was waiting where I least believed
Just one street away from me

I nearly moved that bitter spring
Boxed up my heart, left everything
But your light shined through the dusk that day
God knew I'd find you one street away

We were living just one street away
Passing by, never knowing God had made a way
All those prayers I thought He never heard
Led me right to you, without a single word
I love you forever, sweetheart, you see
You were one street away from me

One Street Away

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!

Tracks by Nostradamus Jones (NosJ)