(Verse 1)
Well, I was raised down south where the sun shines bright,
Grandma’s kitchen, yeah, that smell felt right.
She said, “Boy, if you wanna taste somethin’ real,
You gotta roll up your sleeves, put your hands on the wheel.”

(Pre-Chorus)
Crush up the crackers, make ‘em fine like sand,
Melt that butter, mix it up by hand.
A little brown sugar, press it down real tight,
Toss it in the oven, let it turn real light!

(Chorus)
🔥 Whip it up, yeah, make it from scratch!
That sweet, tart magic, ain’t no store-bought batch!
Squeeze them limes, feel the sun inside,
Key lime pie, baby, taste that ride!

(Verse 2)
Now the yolks hit the bowl, mix ‘em up so smooth,
A little zest, let that citrus groove.
Sweet condensed milk, stir it in real slow,
Whisk it up good, watch that green gold glow!

(Pre-Chorus)
Pour it in the crust, spread it nice and even,
Slide it in the heat, give it time for breathin’.
Fifteen minutes, then you let it chill,
That flavor’s comin’ on, yeah, it’s breakin’ your will!

(Chorus)
🔥 Whip it up, yeah, make it from scratch!
That sweet, tart magic, ain’t no store-bought batch!
Squeeze them limes, feel the sun inside,
Key lime pie, baby, taste that ride!

(Bridge - Big Sax Solo 🎷🔥 While the pie chills and the flavors set!)

(Breakdown - Springsteen monologue, real slow and gritty…)
Now some folks top it with whipped cream high,
Some like it plain, just a fork and sky…
But you take one bite, man, and you just might see—
That first sweet taste? It’s the key to be free…

(BIG BUILD… DRUMS KICK IN… FINAL CHORUS!)

🔥 Slice it up, yeah, let it shine!
That rich, cool flavor cuts smooth like time!
From the Gulf Coast breeze to the neon lights,
One bite of this, and you’ll feel all right!

🔥 Whip it up, yeah, make it from scratch!
That sweet, tart magic, ain’t no store-bought batch!
Squeeze them limes, feel the sun inside,
Key lime pie, baby, taste that ride!

Key to My Heart (Key Lime Pie) (Remastered)

(Verse 1)
They call me in when the ship's gone down,
A sinking deck, a crooked crown.
“Fix it quick, clean up this mess,”
But don’t expect no more, no less.

The markets crash, the tempers rise,
They hand me failure in disguise.
“Give her a chance,” they smugly say,
But they’re already planning who’s next to play.

(Chorus)
Glass cliff rising, edge so steep,
They watch me climb, pray I won’t keep.
But I don’t stumble, I don’t fall —
I build a bridge and cross it all.
Glass cliff rising, don’t look down —
They’d love to see me hit the ground.

(Verse 2)
The headlines read, “She gave her best.”
But they’re relieved when I join the rest.
Clean hands shaking, they grin with pride,
“Back to the boys” — their glass walls hide.

But what they don’t see through their champagne haze,
Is cracks are forming in their old boys’ ways.
The tides are turning, the storm’s begun,
A reckoning rising with the sun.

(Chorus)
Glass cliff breaking, sky turns red,
We take the power they’ve always fled.
No more tokens, no more shame,
We carve the future in our name.
Glass cliff falling, watch it fade —
The queens remain, unafraid.

(Instrumental - Ominous rumble shifts to triumphant horns and driving percussion)

(Bridge - Empowered Tone)
From the ashes rise the wise,
No empty suits, no hollow lies.
The towers fall, the borders shift,
A matriarch’s hands begin to lift.

No wars for greed, no schemes for gold,
Just justice fierce and stories told.
Men line up to break the ground,
While women lead the world they’ve found.

(Chorus - Triumphant)
Golden throne and skies of blue,
A world reborn, a dream come true.
They labor hard, they sweat, they strain —
But this time peace will break the chain.
Golden throne, the echoes cease —
And in their place, eternal peace.

(Outro)
No glass cliffs, no bitter games,
Just builders strong and endless flames.
We rise, we rule, we stake our claim —
And history finally knows our name.

antidisestablishMANtarianism

Glass to Gold (Remastered)

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)

[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)

Long thought lost to time—and government censorship—Tears of the Silent Dragon is the hauntingly beautiful score to the fourth and final film in the underground kung-fu saga that began with Fist of the Crimson Cloud. Composed in 1976 but never released due to “psychological side effects” reported during early screenings, the soundtrack blends ghostly female vocals, bamboo flute laments, and thunderous taiko heartbeats. This is the sound of vengeance unspoken, of love buried beneath the blade, of one dragon’s silent cry echoing through eternity. Restored from warped film reels and dusty reel-to-reel tapes, this marks the first time audiences can hear the forgotten breath of a martial arts masterpiece that dared to whisper.

Ink on Rice Paper

[Intro – sound of a Bunsen burner igniting, followed by a slow, distorted riff]
Say my name…
HEISENBEAST.

[Verse 1 – sludge riff, slow and menacing]
Chalkboard mind, cancer breath
Crayon lies, cooking death
Teacher twisted, apron red
Eyes like lab lights—cold and dead

Pinkman crumbles, Skyler screams
Walter’s kingdom built on screams
RV rides through desert waste
Cook the crystal, kill the taste

[Chorus – shouted like a cartel war cry]
BREAKING BAD!
Science bleeds and morals rot
BREAKING BAD!
God complex in a coffee pot
BREAKING BAD!
From family man to meth war king
BREAKING BAD!
Watch the empire shatter everything!

[Verse 2 – tempo speeds up, riffs razor sharp]
Tuco rages, Gus just stares
Mike’s got wisdom soaked in flares
Jane floats high, then fate says “no”
The barrel rolls, the bodies grow

Lies stack high like blue glass bricks
Todd just grins, that dead-eyed prick
Family first? No, power wins
This story ends where sin begins

[Bridge – chaotic breakdown, ambient sirens, gunshots in the background]
Boom.
Gus loses face… but never composure.
BOOM.
Hank reads the book. The end gets closer.

[Final Chorus – faster, heavier, unrelenting]
BREAKING BAD!
Truth dissolves in acid drums
BREAKING BAD!
Flushed away with teeth and thumbs
BREAKING BAD!
The king is dead, long live the lie
BREAKING BAD!
No heroes here—just alibis

[Outro – distorted bass fading out like a Geiger counter]
He broke bad…
and the world broke with him.

Say My Name, You're Goddamn Right

[Intro – spoken like a sermon, then screamed]
She married for love…
She married for power…
She married for ratings…
NOW SHE MARRIES DEATH.

[Verse 1 – blast beat fury]
Erica rises from satin sheets
Like a phoenix forged in Wall Street heat
Five-time bride, soul on lease
Whispers poison every time she speaks

Tears are currency, lies are law
Pine Valley’s ruled by what she saw
Cliff and Tad? Another grave
She’s the storm in your matinee

[Chorus – unholy harmonies, guttural screams]
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Doomed to the womb of deception
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Fed on guilt and resurrection
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Kissed by flames of daytime dread
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Every vow ends up dead

[Verse 2 – slower, doom-heavy riff]
Doctors schemin’, preachers cry
Babies swapped beneath the sky
Jack returns, but hearts decay
No soul survives that matriarch’s gaze

Brooks and Barnards bite the dust
Spines snap under love and lust
Soap suds thick with arsenic
Each plot twist makes the devil sick

[Bridge – dirge tempo, whispered vocals over funeral chords]
And on the seventh day… she slapped a nun
Buried a husband… then married her son
Faked a coma… framed a twin
Confessed to murder… with a devilish grin

[Final Chorus – full blast beat fury, double bass madness]
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Drenched in tears and gasoline
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Burn this set, crown the queen
ALL MY CHILDREN!
The script was written in blood
ALL MY CHILDREN!
Erica Kane shall rise above!

[Outro – piano fades in, then static… then one final scream]
“Cut to black—NO REDEMPTION.”

Penthouse of Pain

[Intro – whisper into scream]
Time spins… truth bends…
And Oakdale descends.
AS. THE. WORLD. BURNS.

[Verse 1 – dissonant riff spiral, rapid-fire growls]
Gravity crushed by Snyder guilt
Lucinda weeps in couture silk
Dust on Holden’s memory lane
Jack’s in cuffs, Carly’s to blame

Evil twins in courtroom haze
Tom and Margo lost in maze
Aliens beam in through the plot
Grandma’s alive?! (No she’s not.)

[Chorus – screamed like a supernova imploding]
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
It spins in lies and fire
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
Each day breeds one more liar
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
Devour the soap-stained earth
AS THE WORLD BURNS!
You’ll never know your worth

[Verse 2 – tempo shifts like a dream sequence, harmonics howl]
Wedding veils catch flame mid-vow
Lucinda’s ghost is laughing now
Dusty’s fists write the next arc
Lily's clone lights up the dark

Montage murder, silent screams
Teacups laced with toxic dreams
Bob’s been 60 for decades straight
Time’s a loop, and love is hate

[Bridge – instrumental chaos with soap opera organ solo]
(Whispers echo: “Luke...you’re not my son...you’re my clone...and my lawyer.”)
Breakdown hits like a satellite crash—
Polished teeth behind every slash

[Final Chorus – choir of growlers over blast beats]
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
Spin that wheel of doom
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
Truth’s just perfume
AS THE WORLD TURNS!
Daytime screams with no concern
AS THE WORLD BURNS!
And no one ever learns...

[Outro – whispered, slow decay]
This soap runs cold... but the spin… never stops.

As the World Burns

[Verse 1]
Drama never got deeper than in Dallas
How could they have been any bolder?
Did you watch who shot JR?
With the freeze frame ending at the alter

[Verse 2]
Was Bobby dead in the shower or just a dream?
Was his sister a cover girl or more obscene?
The wealth and power made it like a fantasy
They don't make 'em like that anymore

[Chorus]
Like a sweet dream
Waking up to see
It's not what it seems
Everything is okay

[Verse 3]
The oil companies
You know they never did mind
They're gonna get their money no matter how
The soap operas
You know they were just a disguise
They don't make 'em like that anymore

[Chorus]
Like a sweet dream
Waking up to see
It's not what it seems
Everything is okay

[Bridge]
Everything is okay
Everything is okay

My Sweet Dream

[Verse]
Monica and Alan in the
Quartermaine den
Alan's little plan for the
Final revenge
And when the time comes
Will Monica win
There's no doubt in her mind

[Chorus]
Welcome to the happenings
At General Hospital
Another day of
Miracles and obstacles
And oh my God
Just wait for the chronicles
Of all the drama
And pain and the trauma
That came from General Hospital

[Verse]
Helena wants revenge for
The death of her husband
And if you can't see the baby
Then she wins
And when it happens
You won't see it comin'
There's no doubt in her mind

[Chorus]
Welcome to the happenings
At General Hospital
Another day of
Miracles and obstacles
And oh my God
Just wait for the chronicles
Of all the drama
And pain and the trauma
That came from General Hospital

[Verse]
Another day in Port Charles
And as the world turns
Carly's got a new man
When will she learn
It's hard to believe all the
Stuff that occurs
There's no doubt in her mind

[Chorus]
Welcome to the happenings
At General Hospital
Another day of
Miracles and obstacles
And oh my God
Just wait for the chronicles
Of all the drama
And pain and the trauma
That came from General Hospital

Hospital Happenings

[Verse 1]
Oh the things you say when the clock strikes twelve
And you're watchin' Days of our Lives
So you go on in about a man named Jim
And his wife who supposedly died
Then you grab a drink and tell me everything
And the tears well up in your eyes
Like you never seen such a tragedy
As the time that Marlena died

[Chorus]
And I say "dear
Don't be so foolish
Those soap operas are lies
That is just a daytime dream"

[Verse 2]
So you take a breath and tell me what is next
As your sister comes to the door
And I hear her say "have you heard the news today?
Susan's come back from the dead"
And it sounds so strange but you don't have to explain
I already know what you mean
It's the same old thing
Some things never change
And it's only a quarter to three

[Chorus]
And I say "dear
Don't be so foolish
Those soap operas are lies
That is just a daytime dream"

[Verse 3]
As you both sit there in your chairs
And start talkin' bout the weather
My mind wanders off to some far away land
And I fall into a slumber
And I see such beautiful things
And you start talkin' to me
You ask me if I had a good dream
I say "dear
It was a wonderful thing
I was with you"

[Chorus]
And I say "dear
Don't be so foolish
Those soap operas are lies
That is just a daytime dream"
And I say "dear
Don't be so foolish
Those soap operas are lies
That is just a daytime dream"

Daydream Believer

[Intro – growled]
YEEEAAAHHHH
Blood in the boardroom!
Fire in the foyer!
Colby cash rains down like acid on your pearls!

[Verse 1]
Crack the mirror, crystal’s gone!
Smoke rolls thick through Denver dawn
Power suits, backstabs, brandy spills
And Alexis draws first blood with heels

Claws are lacquered, teeth are bare
Fake smiles hide a stock affair
Oil empires soaked in spite
Who inherits hell tonight?!

[Chorus – screamed]
DYNASTY!
Glamour turned to rot
DYNASTY!
Plotlines stitched with gunshots
DYNASTY!
Back from the grave with a facelift
DYNASTY!
Caviar vengeance, baby taste it!

[Verse 2]
Jeff and Fallon, poison kiss
Blake’s got rage like a bottomless pit
Secrets whispered in silk-lined halls
Echo loud as crystal falls

Boardroom warzones, champagne sin
Every smile hides a knife within
Diamonds crack, mascara bleeds
Justice served in shoulder-padded deeds!

[Bridge – breakdown growl]
(tremolo picking from hell)
Lexxxxis…
Scheming like a cobra in couture
Krystle…
Cracked like glass behind the lure
Dynasties DIE when queens go to war
Catfight on the stairs—HEAR THE ROAR!

[Final Chorus – all-out carnage]
DYNASTY!
Fashion drowned in fury
DYNASTY!
Mansions bathed in purgatory
DYNASTY!
No peace in primetime
DYNASTY!
Death wears designer when it's killin’ time

[Outro – whispered with echo and distortion]
Long live the queen…
Even if she’s buried in Chanel No. 5…

Shoulder Pads and Vengeance

[Verse 1 – rapid-fire vocals like machine gun therapy]
Stained glass lies!
Church bells toll for the Spauldings’ cries
Faith don’t save, love don’t last
And Reva’s back from the DEAD—again—fast

Cross and dagger, veil and flame
Beth’s in chains but claims no shame
Harley’s gone, Josh can’t cope
Phillip’s brain’s just pure gun smoke

[Chorus – chant meets growl]
GUIDING LIGHT!
Dragged through dirt in wedding white
GUIDING LIGHT!
Holy vows ignite the night
GUIDING LIGHT!
Built on prayer and petty fights
GUIDING LIGHT!
Where sinners shine the brightest light

[Verse 2 – sludge tempo, drums like thunder in a crypt]
Nuns with secrets, priests with guns
Backroom deals while the church bell runs
Cassie weeps on stained floor tiles
Blood of rivals in her aisles

Psych wards filled with broken pasts
Time skips forward, none shall last
Stories twisted, truths denied
Half the cast has already died

[Bridge – death march over pipe organ]
Reva was a ghost, then a clone, then a queen
Alan built an empire on a methadone dream
They baptized pain in a velvet casket
Lit the match—then dropped the basket

[Final Chorus – tempo doubles, choir of the damned]
GUIDING LIGHT!
Saints fall in prime time sin
GUIDING LIGHT!
Confess your crimes or just begin
GUIDING LIGHT!
Forgiveness sold for Nielsen scores
GUIDING LIGHT!
We praise the chaos… never yours

[Outro – distortion fades, one whispered line]
The light is out… and Springfield’s gone cold…

The Light Went Out in Springfield (bonus track)

[Verse]
It was an average Friday night at the bar
Then in walked a girl from another world
We got to talkin' 'bout them eighties shows
She said that one about the Carringtons
I said
"You mean 'Dallas'?"
She said
"No"

[Chorus]
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
One's a Mercedes
One's a Cadillac
There ain't no comparison
J. R.'s a better villain
You can't beat a hat and a Stetson
And Larry Hagman's still the man
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
She said
"You must be out of your mind"
And I said
"No"
She said
"Well
Bless your heart"
And I said
"Whoa"

[Verse]
I said
"Them Ewing boys know how to throw a party"
She said
"I'm partial to the Carrington girls"
She said
"Joan Collins
" and I said
"Linda Gray"
She said
"Look at their ratings
" I said
"Look at mine"

[Chorus]
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
One's a Mercedes
One's a Cadillac
There ain't no comparison
J. R.'s a better villain
You can't beat a hat and a Stetson
And Larry Hagman's still the man
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
She said
"You must be out of your mind"
And I said
"No"
She said
"Well
Bless your heart"
And I said
"Whoa"

[Bridge]
We kept goin' back and forth
Drinkin' more and more
Next thing I know
We went out the door

[Chorus]
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
One's a Mercedes
One's a Cadillac
There ain't no comparison
J. R.'s a better villain
You can't beat a hat and a Stetson
And Larry Hagman's still the man
Dynasty
Not Dallas
How can you say Dynasty's better than Dallas?
She said
"You must be out of your mind"
And I said
"No"
She said

TW/SK

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