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

- Seeded Suno with slightly edited MJK lyrics and a snippet of a song doodle I had in reserves.
- Iterated to get the vocal cadence and melody the way I wanted it. 
- Used Moises to split the stems.
- Sampled and edited Danny Carey's 2.5-minute drum intro. 
- Added various elements in Ableton Live: a couple samples from Splice, some soft synths, some effects, some automation, a decent amount of mixing and arranging, some light mastering with Ozone, Soundcloud mastering, and voilà 😎


-LYRICS-

I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole
Defeated I concede I move closer. 
I may find comfort here; I may find peace within the emptiness,
How pitiful...

It's calling me

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and

A million light reflections pass over me
The source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the line displace

Before I pine away

So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable

So let the light touch you
So let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason

Before we pine away (pine away)

Pine Away ("Reflection" cover)

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]
Sit with the flame ‘til the wick says when
Fed by the loss, not the where or the win
Truth ain’t deep, it’s juss dumb it's juss near
In the breath, in the blink, in the muddled fear

[verse 1]
Cup full of nothin’, sip slow, taste fate
Chasin’ some peace like it owes me, mate
Clouds don’t answer, but the puddle knows
Reflections lie while they wear my clothes

I walked through fire with a grin and some tea
Burnt both lips tryna sip belief
Let go, they say, like ain't that neat
But I’m stitched to the itch by the prayer beneath

[pre-chorus]
Mind like a maze in a paper bag
Breath go deep, but the thoughts come back
Truth ain’t loud, it’s the space between
The word I said and the one I mean

[chorus]
Burn me slow, make the fire wise
Carve my name in the smoke, not skies
Ashes fall in the shape of me
Purpose ain’t found, it’s what you bleed

Fill my bowl with empty things
Hunger’s a bell when the silence rings
Sip what’s left of the echo’s song
Suffering taught me where I’m from

[verse 2]
Big man talk with a pebble tongue
Flexed on fate, got a lesson sung
Humbled fast like a monk with rent
Chose stillness ‘cause the war was spent

I bowed to a lamp post, thanked the fog
Made peace with the glitch in good
Still search deep like a lost regret
Found a pearl in this cigarette

[bridge]
I don’t want grace, I want real
I don’t want hope, I wanna feel
I don’t want faith, I wanna fall
I don’t want gold, I want it all

[chorus]
Burn me slow, make the fire wise
Carved my name in the smoke, not skies
Ashes fall in the shape of me
Purpose ain’t found, it’s what you bleed

Fill my bowl with empty things
Let the silence crown the king
I came with a wound and left with a grin
Still sufferin' but I let light in

[outro]
Hunger makes a better God
Than comfort ever did

Empty Bowl

Very little is ever just one thing...

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

Empty Bowl

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