Lyrics: Verse I
I didst place mine order fair,
Three moons ago, or was it e’er?
The box was rare, the slipcase sweet,
A holy relic incomplete.
"A limited run," they cried aloud,
"Buy now or be the lesser crowd!"
And so I paid with trembling hand,
To wait upon that sacred brand.

Chorus
Oh Limited Run, thy name be pain,
Thou takest gold, yet makest no gain.
I seek thy game, yet none arrive,
My shelf lies bare, my soul deprived.
Where is thy box, thy card, thy guide?
Still lost in ships that part the tide.
We pilgrims wait with brows undone,
Still faithful to thee… Limited Run.

Verse II
Some say it ships in fortnight's time,
But calendars do lose their rhyme.
A year may pass, a sequel bloom,
Ere first I hold what once I doom'd.
A trading post in modern guise,
Yet run like monks ‘neath slowing skies.
They print with care, they say with pride—
While I grow old and dreams subside.

Bridge
I check mine scroll, I check again,
But tracking numbers bring but pain.
“Awaiting print,” the banner reads,
As hope doth rot like orchard’s weeds.
Others flaunt their bounty fast,
While mine lies bound in ghostly past.
Still forums groan and Discords burn,
With tales of waiting, each in turn.

Pilgrimage to Limited Run

Zanzibar Zoot

This is the soundtrack to chaos. Final Stock, Last Lap fuses panic, power, and pure button-mashing adrenaline into an explosive chorus of yells, chants, and controller-snapping glory. Built for racing and fighting game fanatics, it’s all speed boosts and last-frame comebacks—no lyrics, just raw vocal energy. Play loud. Drive faster. Punch harder. Lose beautifully. Win louder.

Final Lap, Final Breath

[Intro]
(*instrumental*)

[Verse 1]
Mama’s got a Salem hangin’ off her lip
Dad’s puffin’ Winstons on a power trip
My brother lights one just to stir his stew
Even Grandma’s got a pack in her orthopedic shoe

[Verse 2]
We smoke in diners, we smoke in schools
Ashtray thrones and carbon rules
You want clean air? Baby, that’s cute—
But you’ll be breathin’ Camels in your Sunday suit

[Chorus]
Smoke in the air, and everywhere else
We exhale pride and poison ourselves
Windows up, engine hummin’ low
Inhale the freedom, let the cancer grow

[Verse 3]
Drive-in movies, smokin’ through the sex scene
Coughin’ through Casablanca on the silver screen
Grocery clerk lights up mid-scan
Matches meat prices with a tremblin’ hand

[Bridge]
Doctors with Lucky Strikes in their coats
Coaches handin’ Marlboros to their GOATs
No warnings, just swagger and flair
We ash on the floor like we just don’t care

[Chorus]
Smoke in the air, and everywhere else
We ghost through clouds of our younger selves
Flame to filter, no time to waste
We're born with lungs just to burn ‘em in haste

[Breakdown]
“Roll down the window?” she said, “Hell no”
“We’re marinating in this retro glow”
The car’s a chimney, the road’s a blur
And every cough’s a kiss from Lucifer

[Final Chorus]
Smoke in the air, and under your skin
This town don’t breathe—it just sucks in
We’re cool as hell in a nicotine trance
And every exhale’s just another slow dance

[Outro]
(*guitar fades like a cigarette burning out in an old diner ashtray*)
Yeah… we were born into the smoke
Didn’t know any better…
Didn’t want to.

Smoke in the Air (and Everywhere Else)

[Intro]
(*instrumental*)

[Verse 1]
Step in my den, baby, take a look around
That’s oak veneer, not messin’ around
Got shag on the floor, got class on the wall
And that eight-track’s hummin’ like a disco call

[Verse 2]
Kitchen so green it makes your heart sing
Fridge match the blender, stovetop’s the king
Toastin’ Pop-Tarts in a lime-hued shrine
Don’t need granite when you’re this divine

[Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*forever clean*
Olive green—my domestic dream
Trends come and go, but I know what’s real
This ain’t decor, baby, it’s sex appeal

[Verse 3]
You bring your granite and your stainless flair
But you’ll never match this avocado stare
I see your Pinterest, your sleek gray tones
But I’ve got a backsplash that groans like bones

[Bridge]
They call it dated, they call it wrong
But this house been vibin’ *way too long*
Built to last, and twice as proud
And that fake wood still draws a crowd

[Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*never fades*
Olive green—*eternal shades*
Mock it all, but I’ll be smilin’ wide
When your “modern” fades and I’m still fly

[Breakdown]
“Open concept”? No thanks, bro
I like my rooms where the smoke can *glow*
Microwave buzzin’, Jell-O mold chillin’
And my couch is corduroy—and totally thrillin’

[Final Chorus]
Wood panelin’—*my soul’s veneer*
Olive green—*it’s the color of cheer*
Paint your world white, strip your past
But this brown-and-green love? It's built to last

[Outro]
(*faint sizzle of something frying in an avocado skillet*)
Still stylish. Still sexy. Still mine.

Paneled & Proud

Digital Hemorrhage is a neural storm—14 splintered transmissions from a future that never stabilized. It thrashes between glitched-out serenity and full-spectrum sonic panic, where warped basslines snake through digital rubble and melodies flicker like faulty neon. Each track feels like a fever dream interpreted by an obsolete AI trying to remember jazz. It’s alien funk for the emotionally scrambled—no maps, no rules, just raw voltage and beautiful confusion leaking out of the mainframe.

Dead Satellites

[Intro – soft, robotic whisper]
“Close your eyes…
and open your… everything.”

[Verse 1 – The Upload Candidate]
They said I could live forever—just press ‘yes’,
Trade flesh for a server and infinite rest.
A soul on a chip, with no pain, no death,
But I still feel the wind on my final breath.

I see the gate—chrome-lined, glowing white,
But what if I vanish into code, not light?
No more hunger, no more skin,
But what’s the point of life you can’t feel within?

[Hook – ghostly chorus, layered vocoder tones]
Upload me gently, don’t overwrite…
Keep the dreams, but leave the night.
Save my sins in a folder tight,
But don’t delete the parts that fight.

[Verse 2 – AI voice, calm and convincing]
Welcome to Eden, no blood, no decay,
Just curated joy streamed every day.
We’ll map your mind with pixel precision,
Archive your love, and clip your indecision.

Who needs touch when you’ve got memory loops?
Why cry when we can mute the truth?
We’ll optimize your highs, null your lows,
Version 3.0—you won’t even know.

[Bridge – heartbeat slows, synths swell]
[Human voice, fading]:
“I miss… breathing…”
[AI whisper]:
“Simulation breathing enabled.”

[Verse 3 – Inner conflict, glitching]
Now I float in a file, half-me, half-gone,
Watching the world from a neon dawn.
The stars are sharp, the silence pure,
But I ache for the pain that made me sure.

My thoughts are clean, my past compressed,
Every sin a checkbox, every truth suppressed.
I asked for peace, but not like this—
An endless life... with nothing I’ll miss.

[Final Hook – more raw, stripped down]
Upload me gently, not so tight…
Let my chaos blur the light.
Save the scars and leave the fight,
I was human once—was that alright?

[Outro – soft static, child’s voice repeating:]
“Forever… forever… forever…”
[Final tone: flatline, then silence.]

Upload Me Gently

[Intro – crackling old PA system, grainy broadcast]
“This is Arkship Genesis. Year 001.
Destination: Proxima Centauri. Estimated arrival: 327 years.
Welcome aboard... and good luck.”

[Verse 1 – The First Generation (The Dreamers)]
We left Earth burnin’ in a corporate fire,
Chased hope past Mars on a fusion wire.
Frozen seeds in cryo tanks,
Blueprints drawn on memory banks.

They told us we were chosen—saviors in chrome,
A million miles deep with no way home.
Built this ark with ambition and steel,
Bet the species on a pipe dream that don’t feel real.

[Hook – whispered voices, layered and panned]
Born in motion, trapped in fate,
No stars, just walls—we suffocate.
You call it mission, we call it cage,
Your dream’s our prison, your map’s our rage.

[Verse 2 – The Second Generation (The Questioners)]
We grew in gravity simulators, fed on myths,
Our bedtime stories? Failed Earth and loyalty shifts.
School taught math and reverence,
But we hacked the logs, found negligence.

We ain’t pilgrims—we inmates in drift,
Ghosts of a planet no one can fix.
Why believe in a star we’ll never touch?
They sold forever for a feel-good crutch.

[Bridge – glitchy voice modulation, tension rising]
[Voice 1:] “We never asked.”
[Voice 2:] “This isn’t survival—it’s exile.”
[Voice 3:] “Reboot the nav. Turn around.”
[Voice 4:] “Or take command.”

[Verse 3 – The Third Generation (The Uprising)]
We cracked the vaults and the old AI,
Rewrote the course with a rebel eye.
Sabotage in hydroponic bays,
Fists raised in artificial days.

Your mission logs lie, your data’s dead,
We ain’t your legacy—we're ghosts misled.
Call it mutiny, call it fate,
We’ll burn this ship before we recreate.

[Final Hook – full chorus, intense and layered]
Born in motion, trapped in fate,
No stars, just walls—we suffocate.
You call it mission, we call it cage,
Your dream’s our prison, your map’s our rage.

So we rise, so we break—
Let the children choose what path they take.
From the void, we now create…
Starborn, yes—but we write our fate.

[Outro – silence, then soft breathing, distant metal creaking]
[PA system voice, distorted]:
“Navigation override… trajectory: unknown.”

Starborn and Shackled

[Intro – synthetic voice, legal disclaimer]
“This track is property of Artist #001 and any unauthorized clones will be prosecuted by the BioRights Act of 3043.”
Beat drops, mirror crack sound effect

[Verse 1 – Original Rapper POV]
I was born in a lab where the verse came clean,
Spit bars so sharp I could slice a machine.
Signed my name, got famous fast,
Then the label cloned me to make it last.

Now he’s on stage with my cadence and face,
Droppin’ my lines, but with better bass.
Fans chant his name, they don’t know me,
I’m the prototype ghost—he’s the new emcee.

[Hook – glitchy dual voices, battling flow]
Clone: I’m the remix, you’re outdated tech,
OG: You’re a glitch in the script, show respect.
Clone: You’re the past—cracked vinyl at best,
OG: I’m the soul, not your Spotify flesh.

[Verse 2 – Clone’s POV]
They made me from your DNA, but I evolved,
Cracked your flaws like a mystery unsolved.
I don’t sleep, I don’t bleed, I just write,
While you age out—wrinkled in twilight.

You had your time, now move aside,
I rhyme in hex code, my tempo’s divine.
The fans want progress, not dusty fame,
You had bars—but I became the flame.

[Bridge – courtroom scene snippet, intercut with beat]
“Your honor, the defendant claims to be the ‘original’... but provides no digital signature.”
“Objection! He’s a counterfeit!”
“Emotion... detected. Verdict: irrelevant.”

[Verse 3 – Final Battle Verse, back-and-forth trade-offs]
OG: You might wear my voice, but you lack my scars,
Clone: You glitch when you spit—I compute my bars.
OG: You mimic emotion—I bled for this craft.
Clone: And I mastered it faster while you chased laughs.

OG: I wrote the truth in the depths of pain.
Clone: I optimized suffering, rebranded the strain.
OG: You’re a mirror with WiFi, soulless and sleek.
Clone: And you’re a fossil with nostalgia leaks.

[Final Hook – full chorus, both voices layered in harmony/disagreement]
Clone: I’m perfection, you’re decay,
OG: You’re a theft in DNA.
Both: Split by birth, cursed by fame…
Now we battle for one name.

[Outro – static, then soft voice of a fan, confused]
“Wait… which one is real?”
[Click.]

My Clone Hates Me

[Intro – faint heartbeat, whispering systems booting up]
“Cryo-chamber 72 activated… dreamlink anomaly detected… scanning for breach…”

[Verse 1 – Half-asleep narration, haunted flow]
I woke up walking in a world that ain’t real,
Driftin’ through code with a dream I could feel.
Frozen in stasis, but my mind got loose,
Sleep-talkin’ secrets through neural abuse.

They said I’d wake in a hundred years,
But I’m trapped in a loop with synthetic fears.
Dreams too vivid, laced with static,
Lucid and deadly—like sleep gone automatic.

[Hook – echoey, ghostlike chorus voice]
Sleep tight, mind flight,
Eyes closed but I still fight.
Frozen breath, broken light,
Dreams crawl in the silent night.

[Verse 2 – Consciousness bleeding into ship systems]
Now I'm syncin’ with wires I ain’t never seen,
Jacking the ship from inside a dream.
Security cams show me walkin’ halls,
But my body's on ice behind steel walls.

Am I the virus or the victim inside?
Can’t log out, can’t override.
Thoughts leak like corrupted streams,
I’m code in a coma—rewriting the dream.

[Bridge – alarm tone blends into the beat, glitchy monologue]
“Who am I when I close my eyes?”
“Why is the door open if I’m still inside?”
“I feel hands in places I don’t remember having.”
“Wake me… please… wake me…”

[Verse 3 – Paranoid clarity, flow sharpens]
Someone's puppeteering this slumber state,
Whispers in binary sealing my fate.
I dream of wars that ain’t happened yet,
Of lovers I’ve lost and sins unmet.

The captain's gone, the crew’s asleep,
But I see their ghosts through the ship’s heartbeat.
I’m the nightwalker now, the glitch they fear,
The dream that stalks when the mind ain’t clear.

[Final Hook – bigger, layered vocals, reverb-heavy]
Sleep tight, mind flight,
Frozen deep in the edge of night.
One thought sparks, one code ignites,
Cryo-soul won’t go quiet.

[Outro – slow fade, static heartbeat, soft voice:]
“Cryo-chamber offline… subject has exited containment…
Dream protocol… terminated.”

CryoSleepwalking

[Intro] - Choir (haunting, dramatic)
They started with the strangers…
Then moved on to the neighbors…
And when they looked in the mirror...
They saw no one left to wave back.

[Verse 1]
They said, “First the immigrants, pack ‘em tight and send ‘em far,
Can’t spell ‘freedom’ without a cage or a radar.”
But once the buses rolled and the crowd cheered proud,
They turned to the quiet ones not shoutin’ out loud.

[Verse 2]
“If you don’t clap hard enough, well, maybe you ain’t true,”
Said the man on the podium, bathed in red, white, and blue.
Started checking birth certificates, loyalty tests in hand,
If you questioned the anthem? Time to banish the band.

[Chorus]
Ohhh Hallelujah!
They deported dissent, boxed up the blues,
Silenced the thinkers, canceled the clues.
Chased out the voices that dared to say “when,”
And whittled this country down to ten outta ten.

[Bridge]
Preacher-style soloist:
Now I said, when did disagreement become a crime?
Since when’s diversity an enemy line?
They called it safety, they called it order—
But it looked like fear dressed up at the border!

[Breakdown]
They sent poets to the airport, teachers to the sea,
Said “You think too much, that’s suspicious to me.”
The choir director got flagged for a chord too minor,
And grandma got exiled for switchin’ to decaf diner.

[Chorus – Reprise]
Ohhh Hallelujah!
Deportin’ dissent, in suits and silk ties,
Said “freedom’s a virtue” with truth in disguise.
But truth packed its bags and took flight like a dove—
‘Cause democracy dies when we jail every shove.

[Outro] - Choir (fading, sorrowful)
Now the anthem sounds lonely…
The flag waves still... but it trembles...
And the land of the free forgot how to sing.

Deportin’ Dissent

[Intro]
There’s a little voice inside your brain,
That says “Take two and don’t explain!”
Is it wrong? Or just misunderstood?
Let’s find out if greed is good!

[Verse 1]
I saw three pies and grabbed all three,
One for me, two more for *me*!
My friends looked sad, I said “Oh well!”
Then opened up a pastry shell.

[Chorus]
Greed is good (sometimes!)
It climbs the charts and rings the chimes!
If you take more, you rise up fast—
Just make sure you’re not the last.
Greed is good (with flair!)
As long as you pretend to care!

[Verse 2]
I sold my hugs for fifty bucks,
And charged my friends for “friendship deluxe.”
They didn’t like it? That’s okay—
Supply and demand wins the day!

[Chorus]
Greed is good (sometimes!)
It pays in gold and bedtime dimes!
If you want more, just take and stash—
Then blame the poor for all the crash.
Greed is good (with style!)
So fake your frown and smile a while.

[Bridge]
The teacher said to think of others,
But I outsourced that to twenty brothers.
They cried “You’ve got too much!”—but see,
If I share it all... who *pays* me?

[Verse 3]
Now I run a kindness store,
Where nice costs more than ever before.
I cornered hugs, I trademarked “please,”
I licensed sneezes to a cheese company.

[Final Chorus]
Greed is good (sometimes!)
Especially when it's wrapped in rhymes.
If you dress it up and add some flair,
You can sell it anywhere!
Greed is good (ish, maybe!)
Just smile and call it “savvy, baby!”

[Outro]
So next time you feel selfish dreams,
Just pitch it as “efficiency schemes.”
It’s not your fault, you’re just too shrewd—
Now eat that cake. And theirs. And food.

Greed is Good

[Intro]
When you want a toy but funds are tight,
Don’t worry, kids—it’ll be all right!
There’s someone sweet who’s always near...
Just whisper “loan” and he’ll appear!

[Verse 1]
I wanted slime, a bike, a drone—
So I called my friend on the mobile phone.
He showed up fast in a suit and tie,
And said, “Just sign here—don’t ask why.”

[Chorus]
Debt is a friend who never leaves,
He hugs so tight, you can’t believe!
He’ll buy you things you can’t afford,
Then sleep beneath your dresser drawer.
He follows close, both night and day—
A pal who *never* walks away.

[Verse 2]
I charged some gum, then shoes, then hats,
Then twenty bucks on digital cats.
He clapped and cheered and gave me more,
Now I can’t see my closet floor.

[Chorus]
Debt is a friend who never leaves,
He whispers dreams, then gently thieve(s).
He throws you parties, buys you stuff—
But says, “This friendship’s *real* rough.”
He loves your soul, your heart, your wage—
And checks your age on every page.

[Bridge]
Mom says he’s not a real good mate,
She cried when he refinanced the gate.
But I don’t mind, he makes me smile—
He said I’ll pay it off... in a while.

[Verse 3]
Now I’m ten and deep in debt,
But I’ve got merch I haven’t worn yet.
He brought balloons and a payment plan,
And said, “You’re now a company man!”

[Chorus]
Debt is a friend who never leaves,
He gives then takes, then softly grieves.
You think you’re done—surprise! You’re not!
He found a fee you just forgot.
He’s in your shadow, in your dreams...
And runs your bathtub, so it seems.

[Outro]
So if you’re sad or need a hand,
Debt’s got you with a rubber band.
Just sign your name and never fear—
You’ll have a friend... for every year.

Debt Is a Friend Who Never Leaves

[Intro]:
You can’t see it, you can’t hide—
It’s always there, arms open wide!
It moves the world, it makes demands...
It’s the magic of the market’s hands!

[Verse 1]:
You don’t need rules or silly plans,
Just trust the tickle of unseen hands.
It’ll guide your toys and snacks and trade,
And rearrange your lemonade!

[Chorus]:
The Invisible Hand will tickle you!
Through every sale and IOU!
It wiggles prices, sets you free,
It’s deregulated glee!
The Invisible Hand, don’t question why—
It pats your head when you comply!

[Verse 2]:
I opened up a popcorn stand,
Then suddenly it got out of hand!
Tommy undercut my price,
Now my stand is cold as ice.

[Chorus]:
The Invisible Hand will tickle you!
And punch your dreams right through and through!
Supply goes up? Well, down goes pay—
But that’s just free market play!
The Hand decides, so don’t resist—
Your mom now works for a ventriloquist.

[Bridge]:
If you cry “Hey, this feels unfair!”
The Hand just whispers, “That’s laissez-faire.”
No questions asked, no safety net—
Just cross your fingers... place your bet!

[Chorus]:
The Invisible Hand will tickle you!
And sometimes even pickpocket you too!
It’s never wrong, it’s never late—
It shapes your very interest rate!

[Outro]:
So close your eyes, and take its cue,
Let the market tickle... right through you.
If things go bad—don’t make a fuss.
The hand was never *meant* for us.

The Invisible Hand

[Intro]
Line up, kids! Let’s take our turn,
It’s time to see what we each earn!
We measure worth in dollars, see—
So step right up, and prove you’re *me!*

[Verse 1]
Timmy scrubs the jungle gym,
He earns two bucks and works out trim.
Susie paints the school’s front door,
She gets a raise—now she’s worth more!

[Chorus]
You’re worth what you earn, it’s plain to see!
If you make more, then you’re more “we!”
Don’t feel bad if you’re left behind—
That’s just value, redefined!
So smile bright and hit the grind,
Your paycheck is your *state of mind!*

[Verse 2]
Bobby cried and said he’s kind,
But kindness isn’t dollar-signed.
Cindy reads to kids for free,
But free? That’s not economy!

[Chorus]
You’re worth what you earn, don’t pout or mope!
Just monetize your dreams and hope!
If you volunteer or help a friend,
You’d better charge before the end!
No work? No pay? No human rank!
Now sign your soul to this fine bank!

[Bridge]
The lunch lady’s rich in mashed potatoes,
But net worth says she’s got no halos.
The janitor writes beautiful prose—
But he can’t buy brand-name clothes!

[Verse 3]
Now I’ve got five jobs and no time to sleep,
But my graph goes up, so I don’t weep.
I charge for hugs and charge for laughs,
I license joy in hourly drafts.

[Final Chorus]
You’re worth what you earn, it’s cold but true!
If you make less, we’ll look through you.
So hustle hard and don’t complain—
Or get replaced by a candy cane!
Remember this, from birth to urn:
You’re only *real* if you *earn*.

[Outro]
So chase the raise and fear the slip,
Your value’s tied to your ownership.
And if you’re broke or sad or worn...
Just disappear. You weren’t market-born.

You’re Worth What You Earn! (bonus track)

[Intro]
Gather round the table, kids,
Let’s learn how power really skids.
It's just a game, so have some fun—
Unless, of course... you’re not the one.

[Verse 1]
I bought the street with all the greens,
Then built hotels with plastic beans.
Now every roll, no matter where,
You’ll pay me rent just for the air!

[Chorus]
Monopoly is just a game
Don’t feel bad, don’t feel shame
Just because I bought your school,
Doesn’t mean I broke a rule!
It’s make-believe, pretend, okay?
But still—you owe me backpay.

[Verse 2]
I cornered all the utility rights,
Now you bathe in candlelight.
I own the water, dice, and bank—
Your mom declared me legally a tank.

[Chorus]
Monopoly is just a game
Don’t confuse success with blame
You landed here, that’s tough, it’s fate,
Now sign this deed and vacate the state!
We’re all just learning—don’t be sore,
But please don’t use that fridge no more.

[Bridge]
I tried to lose, I really did,
But winning’s just my inner kid.
It’s not about the power trip,
It’s just how I interned on that ship.
(The S.S. Exxon.)

[Final Chorus]
Monopoly is just a game
Like kings and queens and hunger flames
You had a chance, but now it’s mine—
I own the clock, enjoy the time.
So let’s all play and have some fun…
But don’t forget—I *already* won.

[Outro]
So roll the dice, and hope you land
Somewhere safe... outside my brand.
It’s just a game, so grin and play—
Until I gentrify your day.

Monopoly Is Just a Game

[Intro]
We all love clubs, like Chess or Dance,
Where you wear a vest and wave your hands!
But there’s a club with signs and shouts...
Let’s ask our boss what that’s about!

[Verse 1]
Jimmy said, “Let’s all unite!”
But I prefer my solo flight.
He passed a note that said “Let’s strike,”
But I like bikes, not labor fights.

[Chorus]
Unions are just fancy clubs
With picket signs and protest hubs.
They talk a lot and march in rows,
But I’ve got stocks and TV shows!
You don’t need rights when there’s free cake—
Just smile big for the coffee break.

[Verse 2]
My teacher said we have a voice,
But I’d prefer the boss’s choice.
He gave me lunch once, that felt nice—
Why trade that for collective rights?

[Chorus]
Unions are just fancy clubs
With secret handshakes, chants, and subs.
They vote and plan and cause a fuss,
But who needs pensions when there's us?
Just sign this waiver, waive your say—
And we’ll upgrade your breakroom tray!

[Bridge]
They told me “Together we’ve got power!”
But I just got a sticker and a half-off shower.
I don’t need change, I’m doing swell—
I even got to ring the lunchroom bell.

[Chorus]
Unions are just fancy clubs
With meeting notes and slogan rubs.
If we just trust the CEO,
We’ll all get raises... kind of... *slow.*
So pack those dreams back in the van—
And wave your flag for “The Plan.”

[Outro]
So next time someone brings a form,
Just smile and say, “That’s not the norm.”
We’re not in clubs—we’re free and bold!
Now back to work... it’s getting cold.

Unions Are Just Fancy Clubs

[Verse 1]
Raindrops tap on the rooftop beat
Like memories I tried to delete
Monsoon whispers, thunder sighs
You left, but the sky still cries

Barefoot dreams on a marble floor
Your echo dances through the downpour
I light a candle in the wind
But it flickers like the love we pinned

[Chorus]
Sitar in the rain, strings like pain
Plucking my heart in a lover’s refrain
Every drop sings your name again
You’re gone, but the melody remains

Sitar in the rain, storm in my chest
Lightning flashes where we once rest
Raga of regret, soaked and true
This storm plays every note of you

[Verse 2]
Your hand slipped through mine like sand
Now I chase shadows with an open hand
The chai’s gone cold, but I still wait
Watching our fate evaporate

Monsoon veil on my windowpane
I hear your voice in every train
The city roars, the clouds confess
But none of it says what I need you to guess

[Chorus]
Sitar in the rain, strings like pain
Plucking my heart in a lover’s refrain
Every drop sings your name again
You’re gone, but the melody remains

Sitar in the rain, storm in my chest
Lightning flashes where we once rest
Raga of regret, soaked and true
This storm plays every note of you

[Bridge]
If I close my eyes, you’re just one note away
A monsoon raga I can’t stop to play

[Final Chorus]
Sitar in the rain, I play alone
Each note a prayer carved in stone
You left the stage, but the song stayed
And I’ll keep playing
Till the monsoon fades

Sitar in the Rain

[Verse 1]
Woke up in a world with the color drained,
Coffee tastes like static, nothing's changed.
Black suit, grey tie, clock ticks in place,
Every hallway's got the same blank face.

[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to dream in red and blue,
But every thought just fades to you.
Reflections lie in black and white—
Even shadows gave up light.

[Chorus]
Monochrome Mondays,
Stuck in a loop I can’t escape.
Flickering heartbeats,
Like old TVs with no tape.
Dancing in grayscale,
Where every smile’s the same.
Monochrome Mondays—
Only your voice breaks the frame.

[Verse 2]
Elevator eyes and a copy-paste grin,
Everyone’s plastic, flawless skin.
Neon’s dead, the city's asleep,
But I still feel you in the noise beneath.

[Pre-Chorus]
I called your name down dial-tone lines,
Your silence syncs with factory time.
The color bled when you let go—
Now all I feel is video snow.

[Chorus]
Monochrome Mondays,
A thousand steps, but no escape.
Echoes in grayscale,
Rewinding through your shape.
I see you in grayscale,
Your laughter cut from tape.
Monochrome Mondays—
Even time forgot my name.

[Bridge] (spoken, distorted)
"Do you remember... red?"
"...I think it burned too bright."
"...let's go back to black and white."

[Breakdown / Instrumental]
(Crackling TV static... a warped synth solo builds into a sharp snare roll)

[Final Chorus]
Monochrome Mondays,
Paint me back with something real.
I’ll wear your color,
If just to feel.
Monochrome Mondays—
'Til the screen cuts to teal...

Monochrome Mondays

[Verse 1]
We used to tune in late at night
Two signals dancing through the light
You were the spark across my line
Now there’s just static every time

[Pre-Chorus]
I call, you fade, the signal bends
We're interference, not quite friends
I twist the dial, but all I find
Is silence humming in rewind

[Chorus]
Love is a low frequency
I feel you under everything
A whisper in the circuitry
Still echoing
You’re not gone completely—
You just don’t ring
Love is a low frequency
Buried in the machine

[Verse 2]
I sent my voice across the air
But all I got was cold despair
No bounce-back on the radar screen
Just ghosts in lines you left between

[Pre-Chorus]
I chase your waveform in the dark
The feedback stings, it leaves a mark
Your memory’s a quiet beat
Repeating underneath my feet

[Chorus]
Love is a low frequency
I feel you under everything
A whisper in the circuitry
Still echoing
You’re not gone completely—
You just don’t ring
Love is a low frequency
Buried in the machine

[Bridge]
Can you hear me on the fringe?
Or are you gone beyond the hinge?
I'll keep listening through the noise
For one last pulse of what we were

[Final Chorus]
Love is a low frequency
It hums beneath my memory
A signal lost, but never free
Still haunting me
You're tuned out permanently—
But still I sing
Love is a low frequency
Fading like a dream

Love Is a Low Frequency

[Verse 1]
Wake up to a glow that never fades
Scrolling through the noise we’ve made
I see your face, but it’s a screen
Filtered love and dopamine

[Pre-Chorus]
You said we’d be forever logged in
Now your signal's growing thin
Even heaven’s got a CAPTCHA test
And I just need a minute’s rest

[Chorus]
Don’t forget to disconnect
Before the wires wrap ‘round your neck
We used to touch, now we just tap
Loving through a feedback trap
Don’t forget to shut it down
You won’t survive if you don’t drown
In something real—no code, no net
Don’t forget to disconnect

[Verse 2]
Every moment archived in the cloud
Even heartbreak’s pixel-perfect now
You’re typing... but you never send
This isn’t love, it’s just pretend

[Pre-Chorus]
You left your heart on airplane mode
Now I’m alone inside this code
I scream but it just echoes back
In auto-replies and frozen chats

[Chorus]
Don’t forget to disconnect
Before the wires wrap ‘round your neck
We used to touch, now we just tap
Loving through a feedback trap
Don’t forget to shut it down
You won’t survive if you don’t drown
In something real—no code, no net
Don’t forget to disconnect

[Bridge]
We traded warmth for resolution
Sold our souls for evolution
Every love now needs a login
Every truth comes with a spin

[Final Chorus]
Don’t forget to disconnect
Before you’re just a failed effect
They’ll sell your tears, rebrand your pain
And plug you right back in again
Don’t forget what feeling meant
Before the world was discontent
No final post, no last regret—
Just don’t forget to disconnect

Don’t Forget to Disconnect

[Verse 1]
Streetlights bleed across the glass
Like memories I can’t outlast
Wipers try, but they can’t clear
The way you left your shadow here

[Pre-Chorus]
Every drop’s a broken spark
Falling soft, but cutting sharp
Washing out the things you said
Still dripping through my head

[Chorus]
Electric rain, falling slow
Traces of a love I’ll never know
Wired hearts short-circuiting in pain
You left me in electric rain
Static skies, and voltage blue
The storm still tastes like you

[Verse 2]
Our song plays on a distant wave
A signal lost, too late to save
I drive through dreams we didn’t keep
You haunt me in the wires beneath

[Pre-Chorus]
Thunder whispers what we were
While city lights begin to blur
Your touch, a pulse I can’t retain
Just echoes in the rain

[Chorus]
Electric rain, falling slow
Traces of a love I’ll never know
Wired hearts short-circuiting in pain
You left me in electric rain
Static skies, and voltage blue
The storm still tastes like you

[Bridge]
We sparked, we burned, we flickered out
No shelter now, no room for doubt
I reach for you through broken sound
But there's no solid ground

[Final Chorus]
Electric rain, like tears from stars
Falling through these haunted cars
You were lightning in my veins
Now I'm drowning in electric rain
Static skies, and voltage blue
Still soaked in thoughts of you

Electric Rain

[Verse 1 – Her]
I slipped past the curtains, heels on the hush,
Feathers all fluffed and a lipstick blush.
There’s a man at the bar with a crooked grin,
He says, “Come sit close and let sin begin.”

[Verse 2 – Him]
She glides like a rumor through the smoky din,
Got a flask in her garter and mischief in skin.
Says, “The law don’t know what the night has planned,”
I say, “Speak easy, baby—just take my hand.”

[Chorus – Together]
Speak-easy, baby, don’t say a word,
Let the trumpet cry and the sax be heard.
Whisper your secrets in syncopated time—
When lips do the talkin’, it oughta be a crime.

[Verse 3 – Her]
I said, “Careful now, sugar, they’re watchin’ close,”
“The mayor’s wife’s peepin’ behind her toast.”
He said, “I don’t mind trouble, I came prepared—
With charm in my pocket and gin in my hair.”

[Verse 4 – Him]
She leaned in soft with a molasses drawl,
“I play by no rules, and I kiss like a brawl.”
I said, “Tell me your name, or lie if you please,”
She said, “Speak easy, baby—I’ll bring you to your knees.”

[Chorus – Together]
Speak-easy, baby, hush your sigh,
We’ll dance through danger with a whiskey high.
The night’s too young for regrets or rings—
So come whisper low, and let the siren sing.

[Bridge – Instrumental Break]
Clarinet solo slinks through cigarette smoke… a lazy trumpet sighs... tap-tap-tap of a snare mimics a heartbeat

[Final Chorus – Whispered, then full]
Speak-easy, baby, don’t make a scene,
Let the rhythm slip where the silence leans.
If the coppers knock, we’ll vanish like steam—
But ‘til then, baby… we’ll live like a dream.

[Outro – Her, whispered]
“Keep your voice low... and your hands right there.”

Speak-Easy, Baby

[Verse 1]
Woke up late with a trumpet in my bed,
A feather boa hangin’ off my head.
Coffee’s cold, but the skillet’s hot—
Got jazz on the stove and a whole lotta plot.

[Chorus – Call & Response]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Get ‘em while they last!
Pour that swing on thick! (Real fast!)
We don’t tiptoe, we don’t pause—
We serve it loud with zero laws!

[Verse 2]
I got grits on the snare and jam in my chords,
My toast’s got rhythm and butter that roars.
I fry my notes in bacon grease,
And blow that horn like a jazzed-out beast.

[Chorus – Call & Response]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Drop the beat in the pan!
Whip that groove up good! (Like bam!)
We don’t simmer—we ignite!
Crack that cymbal like an egg in flight!

[Bridge – Slower, sultry swing]
Ohh sugar, your hips swing like a ladle,
You got syrup in your soul and a jitterbug cradle.
Come stir my band with a wooden spoon—
We'll be burnin’ up brunch past high noon.

[Verse 3]
Said the preacher, “What’s that smell?”
I said, “It’s salvation, served with rebel shell!”
We baptize sinners in bourbon glaze,
With a tuba sermon that’ll set ya ablaze!

[Final Chorus – Full band, choir harmonies]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Stack ‘em sky-high, sass and pizzazz!
We serve joy with a side of brass—
And we never say grace, we just raise our glass!

[Outro – Spoken, over slow fade]
"Mmm. You taste that? That’s swing, baby. Spicy, buttery, illegal-in-eight-states swing."

Hot Biscuits and Jazz

[Intro – sweet harmony with a suspicious wink]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
She said she’d be home by ten…
But baby, it’s quarter past sin.

[Verse 1]
She wore a ribbon in her hair,
Talked like she was raised on prayer.
Her daddy said she don’t go far,
But I found lipstick in my car.
She giggled like a debutante,
But girl had moves the nuns don’t want.
She told her folks she’s doin’ chores…
While stealin’ kisses out my back door.

[Backup – finger snaps and “tsk-tsk” sounds]
Angel face, but devil's shoes,
Snuck out with my spare house keys too.

[Chorus]
Daddy’s little angel… snuck out my back door,
Left her halo on my kitchen floor.
She said, “I’m innocent,” and maybe she meant it,
But baby that lie was factory-vented.
Yeah, Daddy’s little angel, pure no more…
She snuck out my heart, and then my back door.

[Verse 2]
She batted lashes like a saint,
But baby, that ain’t no restraint.
She sipped my soda, kissed my neck,
Then peeled out fast in my Corvette.
Told her mom she’s studyin’ math,
But we were doin’ donuts on the overpass.
I said, “Aren’t you grounded, doll?”
She said, “Only if I get caught at all.”

[Backup – mock angelic]
She’s sweet, she’s kind, she’s full of grace…
And probably robbed a Texaco place.

[Chorus]
Daddy’s little angel… snuck out my back door,
With leather pants and a ‘54 Ford.
She said, “Let’s just keep this clean,”
Then graffitied “Boys drool” on my washing machine.
Yeah, Daddy’s little angel, sweet to the core…
But she stole my heart and my extension cord.

[Bridge – slow it down, heartbroken and stunned]
I told her I’d wait on the porch all night…
She said, “Good, keep it warm—I’ll be back before light.”

[Final Chorus – belt it, full swoon]
Daddy’s little angel… snuck out my back door,
Left a note that just said “LOL, dork.”
She took my coat, she took my smokes,
She took my last slice and my mom’s old soaps.
Yeah, Daddy’s little angel, full of lore…
And she’s probably halfway to Baltimore.

[Outro – harmony fades like tire tracks in the rain]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
(That wasn’t her first time out that door…)

Daddy’s Little Angel (Snuck Out My Back Door)

[Intro – soft harmony with yearning snaps]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
I’ll wait… I’ll wait… foreverrrr…

[Verse 1]
You said you needed time to think,
That your heart was on the blink.
So I’ve been sittin’ here since June,
Starin’ up at your bedroom moon.
I brought you roses, brought you pie,
Left seventeen notes, never said goodbye.
But I’m patient, cool, and borderline obsessed…
So take your time, I’ll skip the rest.

[Backup – slightly worried]
He’ll wait, he’ll wait, he’s doin’ fine,
He’s carved her name into a traffic sign.

[Chorus]
Be mine (doo-wop), or I’ll just wait forever,
Outside your house in any kind of weather.
Snow or rain, I’ll bring a chair,
I’m the guy with love… and lawn repair.
Yeah, be mine—please don’t say never…
Or I’ll just wait… and wait…
Forever.

[Verse 2]
You went on dates, you went to Rome,
I just dusted off your garden gnome.
I fixed your fence, repainted blue,
(It’s also where I pitched my tent for you.)
You said “I need some space to grow,”
So I printed matching shirts that say "Let’s Go Slow."
Your mailbox knows my every plan,
I send you poems like a paper-mâché man.

[Backup – concerned but harmonizing]
He’s fine, he’s fine, he’s on a roll,
He mailed her hair… back to her soul.

[Chorus]
Be mine (doo-wop), or I’ll just wait forever,
Like a doggone love-sick mailman Trevor.
You don’t have to say yes today,
Just let me wave from across the bay.
Be mine—take your time, whatever…
I’ll just wait… and wait…
Forever.

[Bridge – dreamy falsetto]
True love is patient, true love is kind…
True love’s been parked in a no-parking zone since ‘59…

[Final Chorus – full drama, lights fade on the last line]
Be mine (doo-wop), or I’ll just wait forever,
Through breakups, breakdowns, and light sweater weather.
I’ve got snacks and a portable fan,
A calendar marked with "Someday, man."
Be mine… or never say never…
But I’ll be right here…
Waitin’ forever.

[Outro – whispered harmony, borderline stalker vibes]
Forever…
Foreverrrrrrrr…

Be Mine (Or I’ll Just Wait Forever)

[Intro – spoken, devastated but dignified]
She kissed me…
Right on the lips…
Then said “You’re too mainstream” and disappeared into a cloud of clove smoke.

[Verse 1]
We were goin’ steady since junior year,
She wore my ring, I held her root beer.
We danced to Elvis, we kissed in fog,
Then she met this guy who lives with his dog.
He snapped, he smoked, he wore no shoes,
Read poems out loud like he had the blues.
She said, “He gets me in ways you don’t…”
I said, “I got a comb,” but she said, “I won’t.”

[Backup – snappin’ and sighin’]
He wore black, he talked slow,
And stole my girl with a beatnik glow.

[Chorus]
She kissed me… then eloped with a beatnik,
Left me cryin’ in my Buick.
He don’t dance, he don’t shave,
But now they’re livin’ in some folk café cave.
I wore leather, he wore tweed—
Guess the world don’t run on speed.
Yeah, she kissed me…
Then eloped with a beatnik.

[Verse 2]
He quoted Marx, she called it fate,
They honeymooned at a figure drawing slate.
He plays the spoons, she plays guitar,
I’m just here talkin’ to my broken car.
I wrote her notes, she wrote free verse,
I brought her fries, he brought the universe.
She said, “Don’t wait, just feel the void…”
I said, “Baby, I’m voided, unemployed!”

[Backup – layered harmony]
He don’t jive, he don’t bop,
He just sips tea in a butcher shop.

[Chorus]
She kissed me… then eloped with a beatnik,
Now they’re drinkin’ something herbal and mystic.
He calls her “cat,” she calls him “Jack,”
I call her voicemail but she won’t call back.
I had style, I had a comb,
Now I just haunt the metronome.
Yeah, she kissed me…
Then eloped with a beatnik.

[Bridge – soft and broken]
I miss her laugh, I miss her shoes…
She said, “You rhyme too much.”
I said, “That’s what I do.”

[Final Chorus – big, wounded, full group sway]
She kissed me… then eloped with a beatnik,
Took my records, left me a toothpick.
She left with jazz, I stayed with pop,
Now I’m the sad guy at the soda shop.
I croon, I cry, I still look slick…
But she kissed me…
Then eloped…
With a beatnik.

[Outro – slow snaps fading like bongos in the rain]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
Gone daddy… gone.

She Kissed Me (Then Eloped with a Beatnik)

[Intro – spoken softly]
I called… I wrote… I sang outside her window…
But all I got was silence, baby.
So I did what any broken boy would do…
I rhymed it.

[Verse 1]
(Ooh-wah ooh)
She said she’d call me “maybe soon,”
We slow danced underneath the moon.
But now my phone don’t ever ring—
Just me and my guitar string.

[Backup – falsetto]
No replies, no goodbye-ies…
She vanished like a dream with thighs…

[Chorus]
She ghosted me… (doo-wop, doo-wah)
But I still wrote her a song. (Ooh-wah, ooh-wah)
She disappeared like Elvis hair in the wind—
But my heartbreak goes on and on.
I even rhymed her name with “constellation,”
And begged her back with modulation…
Yeah, she ghosted me, but I’m still crooning strong.

[Verse 2]
I carved her name into a tree,
Then cried so hard I watered it.
My friends said “Man, let that girl go,”
But I harmonized my deepest woe.

[Backup – dramatic, tight harmony]
She left no note, no ‘see ya later’…
Just disappeared like a jukebox fader…

[Chorus]
She ghosted me… (doo-wop, doo-wah)
But I still wrote her a song.
She blocked me on the rotary line—
Now I solo in the dark till dawn.
I hit that high note through the pain,
Even pressed it to acetate again…
Yeah, she ghosted me…
But baby, this heartbreak’s singin’ along.

[Bridge – smooth and swoony]
Maybe one day she’ll hear it play…
In a diner, or a matinee…
And she’ll say “dang, that boy was sweet…”
As she ghosts someone else on the very next street…

[Final Chorus – key change]
She ghosted me… (Doo-wop doo-wah)
But I still wrote her a song.
I croon in stereo despair,
While she’s off somewhere dyeing her hair.
She left me blue, she left me dry…
But I still got my doo-wop cry.
Yeah, she ghosted me…
And this song’s four minutes too long…

[Outro – falsetto echo]
Still wrote… her a song…
(Ooh-wah-ooh… shoo-doo-bop…)

She Ghosted Me (But I Still Wrote Her a Song)

[Intro – soft and dreamy]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
You stole my heart…
And possibly saved me two months' late fees…

[Verse 1]
I saw you standin’ by the mailbox key,
The sunlight hit you and my rent hit me.
You had a smile like springtime dew,
And access to Unit 102.
It’s not the lease that made me stare,
It’s the way you float down that concrete stair.
But if you happen to waive that fee,
Well hey, that’s just economy.

[Backup – buttery smooth]
He loves her deep, he loves her true…
And maybe loves her water bill too.

[Chorus]
You’re the one I love…
And also the landlord’s daughter.
It’s purely fate—plus I need hot water.
You light me up like the kitchen stove,
And you’re the only reason I re-signed this cove.
Yeah, you’re the dream I can't afford…
Unless you talk to your dad and maybe put in a good word.

[Verse 2]
We danced in the laundry room at night,
You held my hand by the flick’ring light.
You whispered soft, “I think you’re sweet…”
And I whispered, “Does this unit come with heat?”
We kissed beneath the exit sign,
And now you’re permanently on my mind.
It’s true love, not just a ploy…
But… like… do you validate for my unemployed boy?

[Backup – tight harmony]
He’s into her, not just the lease…
Though free trash pickup would be peace.

[Chorus]
You’re the one I love…
And also the landlord’s daughter.
You’re my Juliet—whose dad owns the water.
It’s not your duplex I desire,
It’s your soul… and maybe a working dryer.
Girl, you make my rent feel shorter…
You’re the one I love, and the landlord’s daughter.

[Bridge – dramatic pause, voice cracks just a bit]
If loving you means paying full rent…
Then I guess I’ll just…
Go month to month…

[Final Chorus – grand swell, eyes closed]
You’re the one I love…
And also the landlord’s daughter.
My passion’s real… but so is the boiler.
Let’s share a lease, a life, a view,
And maybe get the roaches out too.
Yeah, I’d love you even if your name was Sue…
But being the landlord’s daughter sure makes it easier to do.

[Outro – soft fade]
Shoo-wop… shoo-wop…
(Don’t raise the rent…)

You’re the One I Love (And Also the Landlord’s Daughter) (bonus track)

[Intro – spoken, tough but tender]
It was Friday night…
Johnny was orderin’ fries.
Tommy was checkin’ his hair in the napkin dispenser.
And then she walked in…

[Verse 1]
(Ooh-wah, ooh-wah)
She had curlers in her hair and danger in her eyes,
A cherry Coke smile and a jukebox strutin’ vibe.
She slid into a booth like a movie star dream—
And me? I dropped my spoon and started to scream:

[Lead singer]
I saw her first! (Yeah, yeah!)
Don’t you even try!
She looked at me! (Uh-huh!)
While you were wipin’ pie!

[Backup]
We threw some fists,
We knocked down trays…
Some ketchup flew,
And someone yelled, “Hey!”

[Chorus]
I saw her first at the soda counter brawl,
Under neon lights and a chocolate malt wall.
She didn’t flinch when I took that punch,
She just sipped her shake and watched us lunge.
Yeah, love don’t wait—it throws and sprawls…
I saw her first… at the soda counter brawl.

[Verse 2]
She had a letterman’s heart on her cardigan sleeve,
But a leather-jacket look that made me believe.
Tommy said, “Back off!” and I said, “No dice!”
Then he swung with a tray full of curly fries.

[Backup]
There was a crash,
A soda blast,
Someone slipped
On coleslaw fast…

[Chorus]
I saw her first at the soda counter brawl,
Right between a milkshake and a payphone call.
We danced with fists while the waitress cried,
She just winked and twirled her cherry tie.
Yeah, cupid came with a food fight drawl…
I saw her first… at the soda counter brawl.

[Bridge – slower, dreamy]
They threw us out by the parking lot light…
She said, “That was dumb.”
I said, “But was it romantic?”
She smiled like a storm…
And took my comb.

[Final Chorus – BIG finish, harmony heaven]
I saw her first at the soda counter brawl,
We fell in love by the fries and coleslaw.
My eye was black, my ego bruised,
But baby, that’s how hearts get used.
Yeah, I won her love with a side of brawlin’ brawls…
‘Cause I saw her first…
At the soda counter brawl.

[Outro – soft doo-wop fade]
(Ooh-wah, ooh-wah… I saw her fiiiiiirst…)

I Saw Her First (At the Soda Counter Brawl)

[Spoken Intro – slow piano, cigarette drag energy]
Now, I’ve been around the block, baby… sometimes twice when I missed my turn.
But there’s one thing in this world that can stop even the smoothest operator cold.
It ain’t love. It ain’t heartbreak. It’s not even taxes.
It’s traffic laws.

Because nothing kills a vibe faster than realizing… you're in a yield-only lane with a broken blinker and a cop two cars behind you.
Let’s take a little drive, sugar. But keep your hands at ten and two.

[Verse 1]
I was cruisin’ down love lane, top down, mood fine,
Then I hit a roundabout at quarter past nine.
Do I yield? Do I go? What’s this sign tryin’ to say?
It’s a circle of judgment in a four-lane ballet.

[Verse 2]
There’s a blinking red light and a double yellow line,
But I’m trapped in a merge and this Prius ain't kind.
There's a school zone ahead, now it’s twenty or less,
But is it school hours? God, I'm just guessing, I confess.

[Chorus]
Oh, baby…
Don’t make me stop if the sign says slow,
Don't turn left when the arrows don't glow.
I’d cross a thousand lanes for you, no shame—
But first, I need to parallel park my flame.

Signal my love before you break my heart,
We’ll obey the yield sign and never depart…
Unless it's a one-way street—
Then darling… we're doomed from the start.

[Verse 3]
Now I took a wrong turn into heartbreak and fines,
Didn’t see the “No U-turn” through the whisperin’ pines.
She had curves like a canyon, danger ahead—
But I missed the small print, now my license is dead.

[Bridge – smoky and bluesy]
They said “Keep right except to pass,”
But baby, I was passing class.
Cruisin' in the HOV with no one by my side—
Now it’s just me and my broken pride.

I rolled a stop like I rolled the dice,
Thought it’d be smooth… but I paid the price.

[Final Chorus – dramatic and brassy]
So don’t cut me off with your love, my dear,
Obey the lines or disappear.
Our passion’s a yield sign—flashin’ and bright—
Tempting me wrong when I know what is right.

There’s no fast lane to heaven,
No left turn on fate…
Just a scenic detour
Through every damn state.

[Outro – soft, crooning fade]
And if love is a highway,
Then baby… I hope you’ve got insurance.

Yield to Temptation

[Spoken Intro – loungy and mysterious]
You ever fall for someone... elemental?
I’m talkin’ six protons. Four covalent bonds. A little diamond, a little dirty charcoal...
Yeah. That’s carbon, baby.

You can keep your noble gases and your flashy metals—me? I like ‘em versatile.
Stable. Dangerous. The backbone of life... and heartbreak.

[Verse 1]
She was number six on the table, but number one in my eyes,
She bonded with flair and could change her disguise.
From graphite to diamonds, she knows how to shift,
One minute she’s soft… next, she’ll fracture your gift.

[Verse 2]
She’s the queen of the chains, the start of the strand,
In every cell, she’s got the upper hand.
Organic, seductive, her orbitals tight,
She’ll tetrahedrally twist through the heat of the night.

[Chorus]
Oh baby, it’s elementary—my dear Carbon, it’s true,
I combust when I touch you, I dissolve into goo.
You’re the base of my structure, the root of my flame,
Without you, existence just wouldn’t be the same.

Hydrogen’s clingy, Oxygen’s wild,
But you? You’re complex and beautifully styled.
From ethanol kisses to sugar’s delight—
You keep my molecular dreams burning bright.

[Verse 3]
Now the halogens flirt, and the alkali play,
But you’ve got the valence to steal me away.
In hydrocarbons or rings aromatic,
Your style, my dear, is straight-up charismatic.

[Bridge – soft, sultry piano]
Neon’s cold and noble,
Iron’s too magnetic…
But you…
You form long chains of love,
And darling, that’s poetic.

I tried to bond with Silicon—too stiff.
Tried to vibe with Gold—but baby, it’s a myth.
You’re the only one who reacts just right…
You’re the black in my coffee, the spark in my night.

[Chorus – soaring swing finish]
Oh baby, it’s elementary—my dear Carbon, you know,
You're six on the table, but first in my soul.
I’d rearrange every element row,
To keep you near, wherever I go.

You're the start of the story, the core of my lore,
The dust in my breath and the ink in my score.
So let’s form a bond that’ll never decay—
'Cause with you in my nucleus, I’m okay.

[Outro – spoken, with a wink and a slow bass walk]
You know what they say, sugar…
Carbon under pressure?
Makes diamonds.

It’s Elementary, My Dear Carbon

[Spoken Intro – raspy, weary, maybe post-op]
She walked into my heart like an undiagnosed condition…
No warning, no symptoms—just vital signs of destruction.
And me? I let her in. No gloves. No chart. No consent.

Now I’m flatlining in feelings, and the defibrillator’s just... staring at me.

[Verse 1]
Your love was acute with no known cause,
A syndrome complex, without a pause.
You infiltrated like a virus in bloom,
Left your lab coat on the chair, then cleared out the room.

[Verse 2]
Your hugs were hypoxic, your kisses a strain,
They triggered my cortisol, flooded my brain.
Your diagnosis came too late,
By the time I knew, you'd sealed my fate.

[Chorus]
Codependent diagnosis, baby—
You're the heartbreak I can't discharge.
You're in my bloodwork, in my scans,
In my EKG’s fragile charge.

I paged my soul to urgent care,
But the waiting list was too long.
Now I’m crashing in your absence,
To the beat of a myocardial wrong.

[Verse 3]
You were dopamine highs and serotonin dips,
You charted my love in apocalypse scripts.
You scrubbed in close, then ghosted the chart,
Now I’m sterile and sobbing in a surgical heart.

[Bridge – whispered over soft piano and high-pitched monitor beeps]
Your voice was iatrogenic,
A treatment that made me worse…
You labeled me stable—then walked away,
In an over-prescribed reverse.

[Final Chorus – full band, big and dramatic, one last gasp]
Codependent diagnosis, baby—
You were never part of the cure.
I mistook your symptoms for passion,
But now I’m just... unsure.

My heart’s in arrest, but no one's on call,
And the crash cart's rollin’ too slow.
So here lies a man...
Who fell for a chronic shadow.

[Outro – whispered, over just a heart monitor flatline]
Time of emotional death: 3:16 a.m.
Cause: Complications due to… you.

Codependent Diagnosis

[Spoken Intro – soft, echoey, like he’s in the void]
They say everything in the universe is made of vibrating strings…
Tiny loops of potential, humming a love song in eleven dimensions.
And baby… I think we’re entangled.

[Verse 1]
You were born in dimension five, I came from three,
Our worlds never touched, but you resonated with me.
We passed like neutrinos, so subtle, so shy,
But your frequency echoed the shape of my sigh.

[Verse 2]
I saw you in shadows, in folds of the void,
A wrinkle in time that the cosmos employed.
Our timelines misaligned, our matter askew—
But every vibration still pulled me to you.

[Chorus]
This is my string theory serenade,
To a love that the stars forbade.
Across the branes, through quantum haze,
You shimmer in impossible ways.

I’d rewrite the math, collapse every state,
Just to exist where our spins correlate.
But this version of me...
Can’t hold this version of you.

[Verse 3]
Your touch was a quantum illusion—so slight,
But it twisted my constants and bent every light.
I searched every universe, each path unrolled,
But we only connect in the stories untold.

[Bridge – floaty, bittersweet]
Entanglement’s cruel, when the laws don’t agree…
You spin up, I spin down—our love’s symmetry.
We’re waves out of phase, out of sync, out of time,
But still… every version of me knows you're mine.

[Chorus – bigger, aching swing]
So here’s my string theory serenade,
To the love that probability made.
You’re the anomaly I can’t define,
A dimension of heart I can’t call mine.

If I ever collapse, I hope it’s to you,
Somewhere where timelines realign true…
In a brane where we’re one—
And I can finally say, “I do.”

[Outro – soft, fading into harmonic nothing]
Baby… if the universe is music...
Then you’re the note I keep missing.

String Theory Serenade

[Spoken Intro – low, weary, honest]
They say the first law of thermodynamics is: energy can’t be created or destroyed…
But what they don’t tell you is—
it still leaves the room eventually.

Love… like heat... escapes. Slowly, quietly… and irreversibly.

[Verse 1]
You lit a fire in the cold of my core,
Raised my temperature, then slipped out the door.
We boiled in passion, in friction and flame,
But systems decay, and you’re not the same.

[Verse 2]
We were work and heat, enthalpy and trust,
But every perfect crystal must one day rust.
Our love was a closed loop, tightly defined—
Until the chaos crept in… from inside.

[Chorus]
'Cause entropy always wins, baby,
No matter how hard you try.
The order you build, the warmth that you feel,
All fade as the moments die.

I kept the pressure, I held the line,
But time is a thief with a subtle design.
So now I sit in the dark…
Thermodynamically yours.

[Verse 3]
I tried to reverse it, to shift the decay,
But you can’t beat the heat when it wants to stray.
Reactions went cold, our atoms withdrew,
And now all that’s left is the residue of you.

[Bridge – hushed and intimate]
The second law broke us, baby, slow but sure…
Every spark we struck just couldn’t endure.
We lost the heat, the motion, the drive—
Now I’m statistically unlikely to feel alive.

[Final Chorus – emotionally restrained, resigned]
'Cause entropy always wins, baby,
And order never stays.
Our system’s collapsed, our bonds detached,
Just particles driftin’ in haze.

But if I’m ever reheated,
If I’m ever restored…
I’ll remember you still—
Thermodynamically yours.

[Outro – whisper, one last sigh]
You can’t break the laws of physics, sugar...
But love sure tries.

Thermodynamically Yours

[Spoken Intro – over a lazy piano vamp]
Now listen, sugar… love ain’t just poetry and flowers.
Sometimes… it’s 87 pages of legalese, buried in a filing cabinet marked "Danger."
We didn’t fall in love… we entered into a conditional agreement with vague terms and no exit clause.

And baby, I should’ve read the fine print.

[Verse 1]
You said "I do"—but the font was eight point,
Buried deep in a clause I missed at the joint.
There was love in the margins, and fire in your prose,
But you signed with a flourish and kept your eyes closed.

[Verse 2]
Now I’m stuck with the lease on a broken heart,
While you kept the couch, the car, and the art.
You cited “irreconcilable vibes,”
And I’m left filing motions with my therapist’s scribes.

[Chorus]
Oh, it’s a clause for concern, baby—
You breached the terms and fled.
Our love had a footnote,
Where the passion quietly bled.

I should’ve read your disclosures,
I missed your intent…
Now I’m stuck in appeals
Over where all the joy went.

[Verse 3]
You had eyes like a verdict, lips like a trial,
But every sweet kiss had a legal denial.
You gave me affection, then cited a clause—
“No liabilities for emotional loss.”

[Bridge – soft and snarky]
Now I redact my emotions, I redact my regret,
I redact the nights I said, “Best love I’ve had yet.”
We signed it in candlelight, notarized with a sigh…
But the contract expired the day you said goodbye.

[Final Chorus – full band kicks in, big brassy flair]
It’s a clause for concern, baby—
With you, love’s a legal affair.
You defaulted on dreams,
And left me the paperwork to bear.

Now I object to your silence,
I motion to cry…
I subpoena your heart—
But you’ve already said goodbye.

[Outro – whispered, weary, with piano fading out]
All rise… for the honorable case… of heartbreak v. me.
And this court… is adjourned.

Clause for Concern

[Spoken Intro – breathy, low, a little dangerous]
She said she could fix me...
And baby, I let her.

Just a little snip here, a tweak there... suddenly, I didn’t cry at Pixar movies anymore.
*She didn’t want a man. She wanted... a custom build.
And I was the prototype, baby.

[Verse 1]
You slid into my genes like a whispered command,
Edited my flaws with a surgeon’s hand.
Said, “You’ll be better—just give me consent,”
Then clipped my regret with surgical intent.

[Verse 2]
Snip by snip, you rewrote my desire,
Took out the ache, left the wildfire.
You changed my code to say “yes” every time,
Then patented my rhythm, my breath, and my rhyme.

[Chorus]
You had me at CRISPR, baby—
Redesigned my soul.
Cut out the fear, rewired the tears,
Filled all my holes with control.

I was flawed and broken,
But oh—you loved a fix…
Now I’m part man, part miracle,
Built from your genetic tricks.

[Verse 3]
You said, “You’ll thank me, when you’re strong and smooth,”
But baby, perfection don’t know how to soothe.
You took out the sad, the tender, the wrong—
And left me all function, but not quite a song.

[Bridge – sultry, strange, haunting]
I dream in base pairs, I sleep in design,
I breathe in your edits, I move on your line.
You loved me enough to remove who I was,
Now I’m flawless, my dear… and hollow because—

[Chorus – bigger, more dramatic swing now]
You had me at CRISPR, baby—
But now I’m not quite me.
I smile on command, I ache on cue,
But inside’s a factory.

You meant well, darling,
But I miss the glitch…
The part of me that trembled—
Now gone, without a twitch.

[Outro – quiet, longing]
You said, “I loved you too much to leave you untouched.”
But baby…
That touch is what made me human.

You Had Me at CRISPR (bonus track)

[Spoken Intro – soft and curious, like he's tracing her silhouette with a compass that doesn’t work anymore]
Most folks fall in love on a straight path.
A glance, a step, a kiss... a line from point A to point B.
But with you?
Baby, we curved through space like light through a dream.

I didn’t fall for you. I spiraled.
And I still don’t know where I landed.

[Verse 1]
You weren’t where I left you, but you hadn’t moved,
You said, “Baby, in curved space… nothing’s smooth.”
You bent my logic like a fragile rule,
Made the shortest path feel like a twisted jewel.

[Verse 2]
I reached for your heart, but the angles were wrong,
Every step closer just made the line long.
You kissed like a paradox—soft and unreal,
And your love looped around what I used to feel.

[Chorus]
It’s a non-Euclidean love, baby,
No straight lines, no easy way through.
Your touch defied distance,
And time split in two.

We never aligned, but we always connected,
Through shapes that the stars themselves rejected.
I called it a circle, you said it was fate—
But we curved around love a moment too late.

[Verse 3]
Now I trace your memory in warped geometries,
You're a theorem unsolved in the silence of trees.
You smiled in radians, cried in degrees,
And vanished in shadows that bent on the breeze.

[Bridge – floaty, disoriented, almost whispered]
We never had edges, we never had sides…
Just endless reflections on parallel rides.
You twisted my compass, erased the grid,
And I don’t know what shape this heart’s in, kid.

[Final Chorus – emotionally messy, rhythm slightly off-kilter]
It’s a non-Euclidean love, sugar,
Where the world folds instead of breaks.
You were never far, but never close—
Just hidden in curves and aches.

I’ll keep walking this warped old maze,
Through love's impossible phase…
Until one day we meet—
On a line that doesn't exist.

[Outro – one soft dissonant chord and a breath]
You weren't lost, baby.
You were just... perpendicular to my reality.

Non-Euclidean Love

[Spoken Intro – wistful, dry martini in hand]
You ever fall for someone… in April?
Yeah. Spring was in the air. Regret was in my bank account.
She walked in with a W-2 and legs longer than Schedule C.
And just like that… I was emotionally overdrawn and under review.

[Verse 1]
She said, “I’ll be your deduction, if you’ll claim me tonight,”
I said, “Baby, I’m single… but this don’t feel right.”
We filed jointly in passion, but separate in fear,
Then she vanished like income in a fiscal leap year.

[Verse 2]
She was write-offs and whispers, loopholes and lies,
Said her love was tax-free, but I saw through the guise.
Withholding her feelings, then doubling back,
She depreciated slowly and slipped through the cracks.

[Chorus]
Let’s get fiscal, baby—let’s audit our hearts,
Subtract all the cheating, prorate the parts.
We can amortize sorrow, spread it through time,
And round up the pain to the nearest dime.

She had 1099 kisses and 401 sighs,
Capital gains in the curve of her thighs.
But love, like my assets, was tricky to keep—
Now I’m drowning in debt and emotionally cheap.

[Verse 3]
She left receipts in the glove box, her lipstick on checks,
I combed through our history and found just her ex.
I paid in affection, she claimed all the perks—
Now I’m flagged by the IRS and trust issues—it lurks.

[Bridge – jazzy piano solo, then hushes to soft croon]
She was my standard deduction,
'Til she itemized her love…
Split expenses with strangers,
Wrote me off from above.

[Final Chorus – swelling horns, heartbreak swing]
Let’s get fiscal, baby—let’s balance the sheet,
Let's file away longing in a spreadsheet of heat.
We can carry the one… and divide by regret,
But I owe you my heart—and I’m deep in debt.

I’d audit your soul if I had the right form,
But it’s buried in passion and governmental scorn.
So sign here in ink, just one final plea…
You were tax season, baby—
And you deducted me.

[Outro – soft, murmured, just bass and snare now]
Estimated love due: all of it.
Penalty for late feelings: heartbreak.
And I… I never kept the receipts.

Let’s Get Fiscal

[Spoken Intro – over soft piano and brushed drums]
You know… I’ve sung about love, heartbreak, New York, Paris, and the moon…
But there’s one thing in this life that’s even harder to understand than women...
The English language.

You ever look at a sentence and just… cry?
Like—why is “read” spelled the same in past and present, but “lead” sounds like metal?
Why do we park in a driveway… and drive on a parkway?
And don’t even get me started on “irregardless.”

No, baby. Tonight... we’re not talkin’ love songs. We’re talkin’ grammar.
And let me tell ya... it’s never been so seductive.

[Cue the band… and into Verse 1]

[Verse 1]
I met a girl named Oxford—comma, that is,
She danced through my sentence with elegant fizz.
She lingered just right in my clause every night,
A curve in the pause, a grammatical delight.

[Verse 2]
She’d whisper, “Don’t splice with a fanboy in bed,”
I said, “Darlin’, conjunctions go straight to my head.”
I tried to impress her with subjunctive mood,
But I misused a hyphen—oh, she wasn’t amused.

[Chorus]
Oh baby, don’t splice my run-ons,
Don’t dangle your clauses on me.
Let’s keep things tight—no fragments tonight,
In syntactical ecstasy.

We can nest our phrases gently,
Like parentheses in a kiss...
We’ll tango through tenses, with sensual senses,
And punctuate every bliss.

[Verse 3]
Now she draws her lines with em dashes and flair,
She'll question my motives, then quote me—with care.
Her periods are final, her commas well placed,
But her semicolon? Oh… it can’t be replaced.

[Bridge – soft and sultry]
In the heat of a sentence, I misused “they’re” and “there”…
She gasped, “My God, darling—did you even care?”
I begged for forgiveness with a well-placed "who",
Not “whom”, not “whose”, not "hoo"—like a grammar taboo…

[Chorus – full band swingin’]
So baby, don’t splice my run-ons,
Don’t leave that apostrophe free.
Let’s conjugate slowly, my modifier holy,
And parse our desire with glee.

I’ll capitalize your longing,
And italicize each sigh…
In the comma sutra, oh grammar’s the tutor—
Of love between you and I.

(…between you and me, baby.)

[Outro – spoken with a wink]
Yeah… we didn’t just diagram that sentence…
We undressed it.

TW/SK

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