Riptide in Space

WHERE ONLY FEAR WILL PLAY
Pages in Clouds 2025

breathe,

JUST,
breathe,


OPEN YOUR EYES,
OHHHHHH
PLEASE,
OH, PLEASE,
OPEN YOUR EYES,


I'm trying to WAKE YOU,
FROM YOUR DEATH,
SO PLEASE, 
breathe,
breathe,
OHHHHHHH,
NO,
OHHHHH,
ON,
IM TRYING TO WAKE YOU,
FROM YOUR DEATH,
FROM,
YOUR,
DEATH,


OHHHHH,
YOUR TWISTED PAIN,
HAS GONE WITH YOUR SOUL,
TO THE OTHER WORLD,
WHERE ONLY FEAR WILL PLAY,
OHHHHHH

hmmmm,
ohhhhh,
breathe,

JUST,
breathe,


OPEN YOUR EYES,
OHHHHHH
PLEASE,
OH, PLEASE,
OPEN YOUR EYES,

IT THIS GOODBYE,
IM SO LOST WITHOUT YOU,
GOODBYE,
OHHHHH,
GOODBYE,

hmmmm,
ohhhhh,
breathe,

JUST,
breathe


OPEN YOUR EYES,
OHHHHHH
PLEASE,
OH, PLEASE,
OPEN YOUR EYES,


I'm trying to WAKE YOU,
FROM YOUR DEATH,
SO PLEASE, 
breathe,
breathe,
OHHHHHHH,
NO,
OHHHHH,
ON,
IM TRYING TO WAKE YOU,
FROM YOUR DEATH,
FROM,
YOUR,
DEATH,


OHHHHH,
YOUR TWISTED PAIN,
HAS GONE WITH YOUR SOUL,
TO THE OTHER WORLD,
WHERE ONLY FEAR WILL PLAY,
OHHHHHH

hmmmm,
ohhhhh,
breathe,

JUST,
breathe,


OPEN YOUR EYES,
OHHHHHH
PLEASE,
OH, PLEASE,
OPEN YOUR EYES,

IT THIS GOODBYE,
IM SO LOST WITHOUT YOU,
GOODBYE,
OHHHHH,
GOODBYE,

pb2025

WHERE ONLY FEAR WILL PLAY

Paris Unplugged

The White Light of the Morning (Paris Unplugged)

Let's get a little groovy! Enjoy it!

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· Lyrics:

Esto es para ti, mi hermano

André, we started rough...
my fault, my noise,
I made the waves that shook our poise.
But you stayed close,
through smoke and doubt,
through late-night talks we mapped it out.
On empty streets and sunrise lights,
you kept my hope in quiet nights.
You showed me cars — the spark, the roar;
you lit the fire I run for more.

Thank you for holding when I push too far,
for reading the storm, for being my star.
Confia em ti, irmão
— your mind is gold;
you turn the coldest winter bold.

You will rise, brother— this road is yours to claim;
B Y D is your runway — work hard, own your name.
A paper crown means nothing when wisdom drives the frame;
fight clean, burn bright, and set the sky aflame.
I stand beside you — brother, I’m with you.

Trips with no map, our fumadas and laughs,
gas stations at midnight, two parallel paths.
You tuned my eyes to engines and lines,
to the song of machines, to mechanical signs.
One day your AMG will sing,
my Quadrifoglio biting the spring;
we’ll cut the coast, Monaco in sight,
two brothers rolling into the night.

When doubt speaks loud, remember this truth:
no title can measure your grit or your youth.
Eu acredito — your compass is right;
hold to your lane and hit the lights.

You will rise, brother— sell bright B Y Ds;
each “no” becomes a tailwind breeze.
The world needs minds like yours — precise and kind;
commitment carved in steel, brilliance refined.
We’ll climb together — leave the gray behind.

Obrigado por tudo — for staying when I fell.
With Ana by your side, and faithful friends as well;
with parents who gave roots that time cannot erase —
you are a house of light, a steady place.

I know I'm not easy, I press and I spin,
but you never leave — you help me begin.
You saw the best when I saw the worst,
you gave me water when I died of thirst.
If work is a mountain, you’re built to climb;
if purpose is music, you’re perfectly timed.

Keep showing up, give all you can give;
build your tomorrow in how you live.

You will rise, brother — the future is bright;
B Y D to the stars, go claim that height.
No fear of the paper — your mind is the key;
find your place in the world and set yourself free.

From Nacho with love — I see who you’ll be.

o futuro é brilhante… e sempre estarei contigo, irmão.

Brother - Sunset Brass Remix

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Power of the Gavel

Sugar in the dirt, honey in the hurt

Bent but Not Broken

STORY
The story illustrates phronesis—the classical Greek idea of practical wisdom, the kind of judgment that blends knowledge, experience, and moral insight.

The Bridge at Kalliros
The river Kalliros had flooded every spring for as long as the villagers remembered. This year the water had risen higher than anyone had seen. The young men argued for an immediate crossing to rescue sheep stranded on the far bank. “If we wait, they’ll drown,” one shouted. Another proposed building a raft from fresh-cut pine, ignoring the roar of the current.

Old Thaleia, the village midwife, said nothing at first. She had no formal training in engineering, nor the strength of youth. But she had watched the river for sixty harvests. She remembered the year the water turned suddenly when the snows melted late, the year when the bridge timbers twisted in a hidden eddy. She knew the sheep’s value and the risk to the men.

Finally she spoke.
“Cut no pine. Use the willow trunks upstream—last night’s rain has loosened them. Tie them with the reeds that grow near the oxbow bend. And wait two hours, until the meltwater from the eastern ridge has passed. You will see the mud eddies change colour; then you may cross, and not before.”

The young men grumbled, but the memory of her unerring births and quiet rescues gave them pause. They followed her plan. When the eddies paled, they lashed the willows and ferried the sheep across without loss.

Later a traveller asked why the villagers obeyed the old woman so readily.
“She knows more than rules,” the headman replied. “She knows when rules bend. That is wisdom for living—phronesis.”

This story highlights how phronesis is not just cleverness or technical skill (techne), but the seasoned judgment that grows from lived experience, moral concern, and a sense of the right moment to act.

INTERPRETATION 
The lyrics of “Willow Crossing” portray phronesis—practical wisdom—as a quiet but powerful guide amid danger and urgency.  The rising river symbolizes crises that tempt people into rash action, while the elder’s calm instructions embody the insight that comes from years of lived experience.  Her ability to “read the hour in the river’s lines” shows wisdom not as abstract knowledge but as attunement to the right moment, balancing courage with caution.  By urging the villagers to “wait for the eddies to pale,” the song celebrates patience and moral discernment: wisdom is not about rules or titles, but about sensing when to move and when to hold back, so that action is both timely and humane.

WILLOW CROSSING

Modern evolution of the century-old original song so well known to so many, great vocals.

House of the Rising Sun

AI-powered beats + human soul. Music that bridges worlds.

Borders of Fire

Jed Brown