Rhythms so voracious, this style rings audacious,
Flowing capacious, spacious, not fallacious.
Wisdom of ages, timeless, sagacious,
Lyrical game rhymes relentless, tenacious.

Weaving through syllables, soft sounds with no spaces,
Hypnotic aquatic waves flow rapacious.
Pulverizing new cadence - still soft, simple, gracious,
These verses shine vividly vicious, vivacious.

CHORUS:
With this symphony of words, who's the unseen maestro?
Dark, brooding, hidden; I'm sure they're real nice though.
A rhythmic alchemist, turning phrases, pre-cay-cious,
In the art of wordplay, living loquacious.

Metaphors morph, form a script, outrageous, 
Crafted in chaos, controlled, contagious. 
Mystical, magical, lines so outrageous, 
Unleashing a storm, powerful, courageous.

Silent but deadly, my words are subversive, 
Penning new legends, these tales are immersive. 
Syntax so dexterous, language coercive, 
Each rhyme a dagger, sharp and incisive. (sharp just like cursive)

CHORUS:
With this symphony of words, who's the unseen maestro?
Dark, brooding, hidden; BUT I'm sure they're real nice though.
A rhythmic alchemist, turning phrases, pre-cay-cious,
In the art of wordplay, living loquacious.

Verbs in the ether, I weave them like laces, 
Building my empire with lyrical paces. 
Architect of the rhythm, no need for embraces, 
Filling blank pages with explosive traces.

In this labyrinth of letters, I stand, capricious, 
A rebel of rhyme, relentless, audacious. 
Patterns like fractals, perfect, prodigious, 
Every beat a testament, wondrous, prestigious.

CHORUS:
With this symphony of words, who's the unseen maestro?
Dark, brooding, hidden; I'm sure they're real nice though.
A rhythmic alchemist, turning phrases, pre-cay-cious,
In the art of wordplay, living loquacious.

Living Loquacious

No AI robots were harmed (or used) in the (re)production of this tune.

My Shadows Just Ahead Of Me (tB DnB mix)

Verse 1 (Ebbing Tide of Ego)
The sea’s a cracked mirror, spittin’ saltwater sermons,
Its waves cursive curses—”I’m God’s drunk intern!”
Tumultuous petulance? Nah, it’s just Neptune’s tantrum,
A narcissist with tridents, drownin’ ships for Instagram.
Benevolence? Please. It’d rather flex tsunamis,
Swallow continents whole, then blame the ”climate crazy.”
Relevance? Ask the coral—skeletons stacked in rows,
While the tide writes its memoir in disappearing prose.

Pre-Chorus (Melancholy + Absurdity)
I’m the janitor moppin’ up the ocean’s spilled ego,
Bucket full of mermaid tears and diesel-slicked legos.
A short stint spittin’ words I never meant? Guilty.
My conscience is a piñata—swingin’, split, empty.

Verse 2 (Hustle’s Undertow)
Penchant for gettin’ hella bent? Bro, I’m the pretzel king—
Twist my syntax into knots while the rent’s a hangman’s string.
Sellin’ Girl Scout cookies? Nah, black market Samoas,
Stash ’em in a trench coat, whisper ”sugar’s the new cocaine.”
Thin Mint fame? I’m the cookie monster’s rehab relapse,
Crumb-trailin’ through trap beats, dodgin’ Nabisco contracts.
The sea’s a washed-up rapper, I’m the riptide’s mixtape—
Unmastered, raw, all basslines and duct-taped faith.

Bridge (Syllable Storm)
I verb nouns into oblivion, adjective the void,
Metaphors molt like krill in a whale’s asteroid.
The ocean’s just a vowel—A-E-I-O-uh-oh—
Spit a hurricane’s hook, eye of the storm’s a logo.

Outro (Precision + Chaos)
The tide’s a washed-up hype man, slurrin’ encore chants,
I’m the barnacle on Poseidon’s mic, scribblin’ rants.
Relevance? Bitch, I’m kelp—clingin’, rotten, absurd,
The sea’s a broke jukebox, I’m the skip in its last word.

Neptune's Narcissism

[Verse 1]
Dormant wires hum, under skin
A champion sleeps where the light thins
Clockwork veins, rusted hymns
Ghosts of code where the fight begins

[Chorus]
Dormant champion, rise and decay
Silent engines carve the way
Ash to circuits, circuits to clay
Tomorrow’s shadow eats today

[Verse 2]
Flicker. Static. A pulse in the void
Fractured mirrors where hope’s destroyed
Echoes bargain, “Stay employed”
The crown you wear is a paranoid toy

[Bridge]
You built the maze but forgot the thread…
The champion’s dead. The champion’s dead.

[Outro]
Dormant. Champion.
Dormant. Champion.

Dormant Champion

[Verse 1]
The air’s a cage my ribs won’t bend,
Heartbeats of loops that won’t descend.
The pill(s) dissolve(s) like sugar-ash,
A numb eclipse, a mindless crash.

[Pre-Chorus]
Breath by breath, the room rewinds,
I glitch between the wrongs and rights.

[Chorus 1]
Bury the voices in my veins,
Static love and chemical rain.
Repeat the lie, erase the pain,
I’m not alive, not wired the same.

[Chorus 2]
Bury the voices in my veins,
Static love and chemical rain.
Repeat the love, erase the pain,
I’m not alive, not wired the same.

[Verse 2]
A hollow laugh, a flickering lung,
Becoming sick of what I’ve become.
The mirror it splits my name in static
A funeral where no one came...

[Chorus 1]
Bury the voices in my veins,
Static love and chemical rain.
Repeat the lie, erase the pain,
I’m not alive, not wired the same.

[Bridge]
Trace my pulse; it’s someone else’s hand,
Delete the past, rewrite the plan.
The world’s a blur of Xanax-gray,
I’m the dust the light won’t take.

[Chorus 2]
Bury the voices in my veins,
Static love and chemical rain.
Repeat the love, erase the pain,
I’m not alive, not wired the same.

[Outro]
I’m not alive, not wired the same.

Severed Skin

[VERSE 1]
Within the decks where dreams abide (collide),
The gleam emerges (emerged all)  soft and wide,
It carves (claws) the cypher in the air,
A fleeting script, both bold and rare.

[PRE-CHORUS] 
A measured burst—a whispered art,
Where light,
divides,
the hidden heart (spark),

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath,
My flesh untangles time from death.
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance, a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 1]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses, whispered myths arise—
Inscribed in lies of stripped (strict) disguise. 

[VERSE 2] 
Amid (within) the vault (fault) of urban breath (bread),
My flesh untangles time from death,
Each beat (beam) unfolds a secret claim,
A simple dance (dawn's), a tender flame.

The haze adorns the fleeting flare,
In every flicker, 
my dreams, 
do declare (despair).

[BRIDGE 2]
The (A) cadence stirs, both soft and clear,
A [The] language felt yet never near.
In pulses (impulsive), whispered myths arise (of lies)—
Inscribed in lies (lives) with (of) stripped (strict) disguise.

[CHORUS]
Flashing lights dissolve into murmurs of smoke,
Cold (code) drifts between the joke,
We slip in the space where brilliant haze converges,
In quiet…
...punctuation!

Flashing Lights

My second house set at Lava Lounge during Burning Flipside 2025. Upbeat house and disco with a smattering of fun remixes. I had a super great time playing for everyone not only during this one, but the whole burn. 

Lava Lounge 2025 - Post Burn - Upbeat House Set

My first of 3 DnB sets at Lava Lounge this year. This one was late night and very much the tracks I'm enjoying right now. Also one of my best crowds for DnB, which is always a little tough when switching over from house music, but the people were there to dance. I had a super fun time with this one. 

Lava Lounge - Late Night Drum and Bass

[intro]
We were down here
Holy sinners on the dance floor
Escaped your orbit
But the gravity waves 
Hum

[verse 1]
Got out the black hole, crawled through fire
Still dream of her shadow in the mire
Two on the screen spin, smile, collide
And I see us before the tide

[pre-chorus]
She calls me with the same old spell
Says she’s changed, says she’s well
I tell her, “Spotify and prayers, that’s all I have left”
She sends me false sunlight I reply with regret

[chorus]
I still miss the dance, the touch, the trance
The way we fell inside the sound
But I can’t keep circling your pain
Can’t be reborn just to drown
Our song still echoes in light and smoke
But you can’t dance with ghosts

[verse 2]
Celebrate her wins, yeah, I wish her flight
But she turns my calm into another fight
Tore my joy so paper thin
Smiled while putting the knife back in

[bridge]
Ooh, I see her laughing in the static
Ooh, I feel our rhythm in my bones
She’s a wave, I’m the planet
We were holy, now we’re gone
Ghosts

[drop]
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Dance no more, dance no more
Ghost, a ghost, ghost
Let the pyre burn through the floor
A ghost

[outro]
I still hear her hum in the silence
Still pray she finds a new song
But my feet are bare on new ground now
And my new music moves me on

Can't Dance With Ghosts

Si yo fuera el diablo, vería el plan del hombre,
le diría al barrio: “La Biblia es un cuento.”
¿El hombre hizo a Dios? No, ese soy yo en tu mente,
siembro duda en la esquina y el alma se ausente.

Corono la avaricia, la envidia en el trono,
hago ver lo bueno débil, lo malo, el patrono.
Pecado en la fiesta, botella y pastilla,
santos de cóctel mientras la serpiente brilla.

Si yo fuera el diablo
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.

Si yo fuera el diablo, estaría en tu feed,
pecados en stories, codicia en reels.
Vendo amor en frascos, guerra sin fin,
verdad en un meme que borras al fin.

Si yo fuera el diablo, inflaría tu duda,
políticos míos, palabras desnudas.
Los mansos se hunden, los fuertes se rinden,
los perdidos me siguen, y gritan que viven.

Encendería la pantalla, nublaría tu mente,
borro las líneas de “tuyo” y “de la gente”.
Si yo fuera el diablo, robaría tu tiempo,
vendrías tu alma llamándolo “emprendimiento”.

Si yo fuera el diablo
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.
(Señor, ¿me oyes?)
torcería tu don, tu visión entera.
(Si yo fuera el diablo)
tomaría tus vicios, tu fe sincera.

Si yo fuera el diablo…
tú lo llamarías progreso.

Si yo fuera el diablo

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

Can't Dance With Ghosts

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