Lots of acoustic and electric guitar’s meshed with an up beat rhythm to liven up the mood just like a sunrise wakes you up.
Composer Fernando Melo
Guitars Fernando Melo

Acoustic Sunrise

I keep going
I can't stop
The fire remains in me
I will not drop

The times I wanted to give up
I almost won
The times I wanted to give up
I felt I was done

Then something inside me
Said keep going on
This is what you're meant to be
If you so choose
Not to be done

In a world where life does not seem fair
You have to keep working harder
Don't despair
For your time is going to come

Hold on tight
Hold for love
Hold for dreams
Hold on, you've begun

Everyone has their own way
What you do
Should not copy
What they say

Be you
Be who you're supposed to be
Be the one who loves
Be the one who dreams

I know you can win
I know you can dream
I know you will shine
Like all the stars above the sea

In a world where life does not seem fair
You have to keep working harder
Don't despair
For you're time is going to come

Hold on tight
Hold for love
Hold for dreams
Hold on, you've begun

Angel, Number 309

I'm Mr. Meeseeks, look at my ASMR! (Soothing Blue Tingles)

Mr. Meeseeks is a fictional character from the animated series Rick and Morty, created by Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon. First introduced in the 2014 episode "Meeseeks and Destroy," Meeseeks are blue-skinned humanoids designed to fulfill a single task. Brought to life by a Meeseeks Box, they exist briefly, driven by their goal. Once their task is complete, they vanish to end their inherent existential pain. If unable to achieve their purpose, Meeseeks rapidly descend into violent madness and insanity, often creating more Meeseeks to assist them.

Character and Appearance:
Mr. Meeseeks is tall with narrow limbs, a bulbous head, black eyes, and usually no hair, though some have small orange patches. They have a friendly demeanor initially, motivated by a desire to complete their tasks swiftly. Their catchphrase is a cheerful "I'm Mr. Meeseeks, look at me!" reflecting their desire for acknowledgment and the completion of their duties.

Television Appearances:
In their debut episode, Jerry Smith, unable to improve his golf game quickly, inadvertently spawns numerous Meeseeks who become increasingly desperate, ultimately plotting to kill Jerry to fulfill their task. Jerry's eventual success at a simple golf stroke allows the Meeseeks to vanish peacefully. Subsequent episodes showcase Meeseeks assisting characters in various tasks, highlighting their utility and absurdity.

Variations:
Several variations have appeared, including Mr. Youseeks from the Rick and Morty: Virtual Rick-ality VR game, assisting players in difficult tasks. Additionally, red-skinned, surly Kirkland-brand Meeseeks featured humorously in "Edge of Tomorty: Rick Die Rickpeat," showing a less cooperative disposition.

Comic Appearances:
The comics expanded Meeseeks' lore further. Notably, the one-shot comic "Rick and Morty Presents: Mr. Meeseeks" (2019) humorously explored existential themes, following a Meeseeks accidentally tasked with discovering life's meaning. The character "Mr. Sick" serves as a drug mule Meeseeks, appearing as an antagonist in story arcs like The Ricky Horror Peacock Show and Rick Revenge Squad. Another notable figure, Master Meeseeks, acts as the antagonist in the limited series "Rick and Morty: Crisis on C-137," rallying enemies against the Smith family.

The "Meeseeks, P.I." series (November 2023) humorously casts Meeseeks as a detective assisting Jerry Smith, exploring a quirky interdimensional cable conspiracy.

Video Games and Merchandise:
In video games, Meeseeks Boxes appear as power-ups, notably in Pocket Mortys, aiding players in battles. The VR game "Virtual Rick-ality" further popularized Mr. Meeseeks. Mr. Meeseeks-themed skins and products appeared across various games and platforms, including Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six Siege.

Merchandise includes Mr. Meeseeks-themed dice games, jack-in-the-box toys, and Pringles crisps, emphasizing his quirky, existential charm. Kidrobot produced popular Meeseeks-themed figurines, resonating with fans.

Reception:
Mr. Meeseeks quickly became a fan favorite, lauded for humorously tackling existential dread. Looper identified Meeseeks as symbolic of the series, blending comic relief with philosophical contemplation. Screen Rant dubbed him a "cult hero," praising his dark comedic appeal. The Daily Dot highlighted his quotability and sympathetic nature, reflecting fans' connection to his cheerful yet tormented persona. GameSpot acknowledged his significant impact, calling him a standout figure in Rick and Morty lore.

Overall, Mr. Meeseeks represents a uniquely humorous yet poignant exploration of existence, purpose, and absurdity, solidifying his role as a memorable and iconic character within modern animation.


I'm Mr. Meeseeks. Look at my ASMR! (Soothing Blue Tingles)

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

There’s a kind of silence that speaks louder than any scream.
Silence is a prayer whispered in the ruins.
#Fountains Are. #Ash Folk.

Existuje ticho, které mluví hlasitěji než výkřik.

3.Silence

This is first song from my album name's twinself.

1.-step by step

I read the news through a painted lens
Lies wrapped up in corporate friends
I dig through dirt, I chase the thread
While the world just scrolls and shakes its head

No fancy schools, no PhD
But I see what they don’t want me to see
Patterns in chaos, whispers in smoke
Truth dressed up like some kind of joke

The wise are breaking, numbing their pain
To unsee what’s real in a world insane

Do I rise? Do I fight?
For a flag that don’t feel right?
Do I bleed for a cause
While they sit behind their laws?
No more war for a wicked regime
No more deaths for a corporate dream
We built this cage —
We can tear the seams

They push us down, feed us despair
Profit from panic, then strip us bare
Weapons sold for a bloody prize
While monsters hide behind suits and ties

Equality? Just a word they twist
Solutions fade in an iron fist
“Share the wealth” they call it war
When we ask for less, they take some more

(Yeah!)
Tear the walls down stone by stone
(BOOM!)
Burn the thrones and take the throne
(Come on!)
Break the banks and shred the chains
Let the people rise from pain

Stop the killing for their gain
Let the fire wash this shame
Let the system fall to dust
Let ‘em fear the ones they crushed
We are many — we can see
They don’t own you
They don’t own me

We built this world — now let it burn
And build again on what we learn
No kings, no gods, no lies to feed
Just open hearts
Where we can fucking breathe

♥️

Blood for Nothing

Don't Put Your Faith In Me

Every day I wake up,
To the days bad news.
War, death and pestilence
Are sharpening their tools.

I read it in the papers,
I watch it on TV,
The horsemen of the end of days
Coming for you and me.

Every night's a struggle,
Nothing's as it seems.
World War three and mushroom clouds
Haunt my broken dreams.

I wish I had a spaceship,
To leave the world behind,
Instead of feeling impotent,
Instead of walking blind.

This is our final bow
To crazed applause
We wonder how, we
Fluffed our lines,
And lost the plot,
Is this the best script
That we’ve got?


Standing at the station,
Waiting for my train,
I catch a glimpse of heaven,
Through the driving rain.

Where all mankind is valued,
None are feared or shunned,
I know that I sound crazy,
But I filled my heart with love.

Then I saw the headlines
“War is on the way”
“Fanatics fanning florid fears”
“Pollution here to stay”
I knew then it was hopeless
A mess we cannot right
So I buttoned up my raincoat
A lost soul in the night

This is our final bow
To crazed applause
We wonder how, we
Fluffed our lines,
And lost the plot,
Is this the best script
That we’ve got?

This is our final bow
This is our final bow
This is our final bow
This is our final bow

Our Final Bow


We were introduced by a mutual friend
Though I’ve since thought twice if they were
You told me your name was Cassandra
The most beautiful name I had heard

That night went by in a fabulous daze
I woke up with you adorning my bed
But I didn’t know then you’d begun your campaign
Of stealing away all the dreams in my head

Take a cup full of cruelty
And a measure of beauty
Mix it well with hot anger
I give you Cassandra
Lick the spoon clean of lust
Not a trace there of trust
An insatiable hunger
I could not say no to Cassandra

A year had gone by with you at my side
I wasn’t the bravo I’d been when we met
I lived for your favor and begged for your touch
No more a man, more like your pet

My awakening came when I unlocked the door
To the room that we shared, rent paid by me
And found you in bed with our mutual friend
Caught in the act, but at last I was free

Take a cup full of cruelty
And a measure of beauty
Mix it well with hot anger
I give you Cassandra
Lick the spoon clean of lust
Not a trace there of trust
An insatiable hunger
I could not say no to Cassandra

A cup full of cruelty
A measure of beauty
Such hunger and anger
No man could say no to Cassandra

Cassandra


She walked in wearing wings of silk and gold
Moved like something delicate and rare
Right away, the room went quiet
Everyone stopped and began to stare

Her smile was painted like a work of art
Her voice was honey poured on broken glass
She asked me if I'd give her my heart
I was fool enough to hand it over fast

They say beauty's only skin deep
But her beauty goes straight to the bone
The prettiest things can cut the deepest
Leave you bleeding and alone

Butterfly sting, Butterfly sting
She looked so fragile, soft as spring
But now I know  butterflies can sting
Yeah, even butterflies can sting

She whispered secrets I wanted to believe
Promised forever in the sweetest way
One morning she was gone before I woke
Left nothing but her poison and the price to pay

Now I see her face in across crowded rooms
Still beautiful, hunting for her next prey
Another moth drawn to her light
Another heart she'll quietly steal away

They say beauty's only skin deep
But her beauty goes straight to the bone
The prettiest things can cut the deepest
Leave you bleeding and alone

Butterfly sting, Butterfly sting
She looked so fragile, soft as spring
But now I know butterflies can sting
Yeah, even butterflies can sting

But now I know butterflies can sting
Yeah, even butterflies can sting


Butterfly Sting

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