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I'm The Air That You Breath In

#emo #emotrap #underground #hard #bass #dark 
I ain’t ever looking back again 
my glass is clear I cleaned the lens’s 
I ain’t ever trusting anyone not even friends 
no make pretend 
I ain’t ever wasting time this life is mine one that I can’t live twice 
I’ll take my chance I’ll risk it all I am not scared to roll the dice 
picking up picking up picking up speed two turbos within my engine 
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t keep up if you move to slow we can’t be friends 
all that I all that I all that I need is myself I ain’t ever had no twin 
I don’t give a fuck bout much not you not them it’s only me in the end 

get the fuck out my face 
I don’t really care bout what anyone say 
I do my thing I go my way 
get out my lane I ain’t got no breaks 
get out my way before I scratch yo paint 
do you know who I am? do you know my name? 
word on the block is I’m insane 
aka tgik

I cannot vanish I reap and sow damage 
to the ones that planning to take my advantage 
I know what their plan is they show up I banish 
get off my granite bitch get off my planet
I cannot stand it when they turn to bandits 
they want what I have but I will never hand it 
you can’t get my bag if you try meet my havoc 
don’t care bout the greedy I stay apathetic 
their faces I’m reading like tarots for psychics 
you can’t deceive me not even false prophets 
when my heart is beating it’s starting up rockets 
and someday I’m leaving to somewhere exotic
connected like 5g all you got is static 
go head try to fight me I love some good dancing 
I love when they try me but I’m the one standing 
in the end I rise to the top like a lion 

I ain’t ever looking back again 
my glass is clear I cleaned the lens’s 
I ain’t ever trusting anyone not even friends 
no make pretend 
I ain’t ever wasting time this life is mine one that I can’t live twice 
I’ll take my chance I’ll risk it all I am not scared to roll the dice 
picking up picking up picking up speed two turbos within my engine 
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t keep up if you move to slow we can’t be friends 
all that I all that I all that I need is myself I ain’t ever had no twin 
I don’t give a fuck bout much not you not them it’s only me in the end

its only me in the end (prod. samashi)

Amy Stevens vocals
John Russell guitars, bass, keys, drums/drum programming
Recorded at PORKCHOPS! III September 2025
Produced by John Russell and Amy Stevens
All songs written by Amy Stevens and John Russell c/p 2025 Solstice Music INC/The Chocolate Era LTD

The Voices

Kapitel: Die Stimme des Feuers
Der Schmied sitzt am Rand der Glut. Sein Amboss ist still. Der Hammer ruht. Nur seine Augen sind wach, und wer hineinsieht, erkennt nicht Metall – sondern Erinnerung.
Zelle, der nun ohne Namen lebt, fragt nicht laut, sondern mit Haltung. Und der Schmied – er beginnt zu erzählen. Nicht mit Stimme, sondern mit Zeit.
 „Ich bin gekommen mit dem Wind. Aber nicht als Fluch – als Schwelle. Der Wind ist mein Werkzeug. Er trennt, was nicht mehr trägt, und verbindet, was bereit ist.“
Seine Hände sprechen mit Bewegungen, als wüssten sie mehr als sein Mund. Er formt aus Luft kleine Bögen, als wollte er zeigen, wie Gedanken sich biegen können, ohne zu brechen.
 „Wo ich herkomme, gab es keine Sprache für das, was vergeht. Man warf weg, was rostete. Man schämte sich für Brüche. Aber ich lernte: Verfall ist Rohstoff.“
Er zeigt auf eine alte Kette, halb zerschlissen, halb kunstvoll. „Das hier war einst Last. Jetzt ist es Teil eines neuen Werkzeugs. Denn nur, was bricht, kann neu verbunden werden.“
 „Ich bin jung, aber nicht neu. Denn wer mit dem Feuer arbeitet, lernt schnell, dass Alter kein Datum ist – sondern Tiefe.“
Er spricht von einem Dorf, das unterging, nicht durch Flut oder Krieg, sondern durch Stillstand. „Die Mauern dort waren zu stolz für Risse. Sie fielen, weil sie nie offen waren.“
Also verließ er das Dorf. Nicht als Flucht – als Angebot.

 „Ich suche Orte, die sich erinnern wollen. Nicht mit Schmerz – mit Würde.“

Der Hof hat ihn angenommen. Nicht als Gast. Als Funktion. Als Spiegel.
Er zeigt Zelle den Haken, den er geschmiedet hat. „Er ist für dich – aber nicht für Besitz. Er ist für Verbindung. Du wirst ihn brauchen, wenn du etwas halten musst, das nicht festgebunden sein darf.“

 „Ich frage, weil ich will, dass ihr euch selbst erklärt. Ich rede nur, wenn ihr bereit seid, das Gewicht der Antwort zu tragen.“

Dann schweigt er. Das Feuer antwortet leise. Und der Hof ist still – aber aufnahmebereit.

Denn wer den Schwellenwind bringt, der bringt nicht Sturm. Der bringt Wandel...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h

die_stimme_des_feuers

Eu estava sozinho,  pensando,  aqui com meus anjos. Passei uns dias na praia com a minha mama e na sequência ...  Minas Gerais... pra acontecer a magia da minha cidede Quero Seu Calor Desviei o meu caminho 
Quando vi estava sozinho 
Qualquer dia vou me encontrar Percebi que eu me encontrava cantando Andando em círculos e Achando que ia ser diferente!  Fuck my ego,  I gonne!

Desviei o meu Caminho

AGAIN. (by SKEEZO)

Old-school punk cover of the holiday classic I Saw Three Ships. I fell in love with this song years ago, when I heard the Sting cover of it. I recorded this at Purple Mountain Studios in Hendersonville, TN, November 2024. 

(Public Domain song)

BMI (2025)

I Saw Three Ships (Christmas Cover)

The final synth version.  The mastering (by me) prior to Dolby further-mastering it, is far from perfect but I gave it a serious try.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two

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