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Live version of a song from Lorde's debut studio album, Pure Heroine.
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Lorde - "Ribs" (Live)

Caught In The Middle by Paramore LIVE from Austin City Limits

Ain’t It Fun is off of Paramore’s Self Titled (2013) album

Ain’t It Fun by Paramore LIVE from Austin City Limits

I do not own this song. All credits belong to Taylor Swift.

Special thanks to KP TELEVISION (ON YOUTUBE)

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Running Out Of Time by Paramore live in Dublin, Ireland

Intro / You First by Paramore live in Dublin, Ireland

Paramore debut Figure 8 live for the first time in Charlotte, North Carolina (2023) 
 
Photo by Kent Smith for The Spectrum Center

Figure 8 by Paramore (live debut) from The Spectrum Center

“Crossing the Rubicon” is a song about the moment of irreversible choice—the inner turning point when fear gives way to conviction. The lyrics transform Caesar’s historic defiance into a personal metaphor for breaking free from stagnation and false safety. The bridge and river become symbols of conscience and destiny: to cross is to abandon the comfort of hesitation and step into authenticity, even when the outcome is unknown. There is no heroism in conquest here—only the quiet courage of transformation, the decision to live truthfully. The act of crossing becomes both an ending and a rebirth, echoing the central Eternal Thresholds theme that every beginning demands the surrender of an old world.

Caesar’s Crossing & the Point of No Return
•	In January 49 BCE (often dated to the night of 10-11 January) Julius Caesar, then governor of Cisalpine Gaul, led one of his legions across the Rubicon and marched into Italy, defying the Senate’s demand that he disband his army and return as a private citizen.  
•	By doing so he ignited the Roman Civil War, a conflict between Caesar and his allies on one side, and the Senate and Pompey on the other, ultimately culminating in the end of the Republic and the rise of the Empire.  
•	According to ancient sources like Suetonius, Caesar uttered the phrase “alea iacta est” (Latin for “the die is cast”) as he crossed, signifying the irrevocability of his action.  
Because of this event, the phrase “to cross the Rubicon” has entered modern parlance as an idiom meaning “to pass a point of no return”: a decisive commitment to a course of action from which there is no turning back.  

“The Night of the Rubicon”
The rain had been falling since dusk, soft but relentless, a thousand silver threads on the windscreen. Marcus sat in the idling car, the bridge lights wavering in the puddles ahead. On the navigation app, the river was a thin blue line — unnamed, unimportant — yet to him it felt ancient. The Rubicon. Behind him lay the old life: the safety of deferral, the contract he didn’t believe in, the apartment filled with things that belonged to a version of himself he no longer recognised. In the glove compartment was the letter — unsigned but written — that would end ten years of polite obedience. He could still turn back. He could delete the message, go home, apologise to no one and everyone. But he remembered Caesar, standing at another river two thousand years ago, knowing that by stepping forward he would unmake one world and invent another. Not out of arrogance, but necessity. There are moments when the bridge itself demands to be crossed — when inaction becomes a greater betrayal than risk. Marcus turned off the engine. The silence was immense. He opened the door and stepped into the rain. Water soaked his shoes instantly; he barely noticed. Each footfall echoed on the metal planks like a drumbeat — small, steady, final. Halfway across, he looked down at the dark water.
“This is it,” he whispered. “The die is cast.” On the far side of the bridge, he did not feel triumphant. Only light — faint, electric — and a strange, trembling calm. The old world was still there, behind him, whispering. But the river had closed its mirror, and he could no longer see his reflection in it. He walked on.


CROSSING THE RUBICON

“Ghost in the Machine” is a theatrical rock-opera concept album that explores humanity’s fragile soul in an age of algorithms, artificial intelligence, and digital control. Blending humor with drama, the album follows a journey from technological euphoria to quiet existential fear, questioning what remains truly human when life becomes driven by code, data, and machines. Through epic, operatic rock and satirical storytelling, the album reveals that even inside cold systems, a spark of individuality, rebellion, love, and soul refuses to disappear. It is a celebration of human imperfection — and a warning about what we might lose if we ever forget it.



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Miles of Nothing is one of the most personal tracks I’ve written, a drive through empty roads and crowded thoughts, wrapped in grunge tones and a lingering sense of longing.
Hope it resonates with you in some way.

If you want to follow the project and hear more, you can find Eileen Noise on YouTube and Spotify as well. ❤️

Produced by Eileen Noise
Singer Sophie

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Drove down Highway 1 last night,
The ocean cold, the stars half-dead.
Windows down, smoke in my eyes,
Trying to forget what I never said.

[Chorus]
California ashes on my tongue,
Too many dreams, too many drugs.
The radio hums a song I hate 
Still, I sing it just to stay awake.

[Verse 2]
Stopped in Big Sur, watched it rain,
Felt the past crawl through my veins.
Every wave just pulls me back,
To what I lost, to what I lack.

[Chorus]
California ashes on my tongue,
Too many ghosts, too much undone.
The road keeps talking, soft and slow 
It tells me things I don’t wanna know.

[Bridge]
I sleep in cars, I dream in noise,
Chasing pain like it’s a choice.
Every mile’s another sin,
But hell, it feels like home again.

[Outro]
The coast still burns, the sky still lies,
I leave the smoke and close my eyes.
California fades behind my back 
I’m still alive, but barely that.

Running Out Of Time by Paramore live in Dublin, Ireland

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