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I Don't
05:18
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Years drift by, shamelessly.
And, blamelessly, each passes on.
Can't quite explain what might remain,
And what’s truly gone.
I don’t know the reasons.
I don’t know the reasons why.
I let go so long ago, now I don’t have to try.
I don’t have the answers.
I don’t have the answers. See,
What you miss they say is bliss, and I don’t disagree.
Souls drift by, namelessly,
Moving aimlessly. No guarantees.
You can bend, defend, and appease
But the Sword of Damocles must fall.
You cannot save it all.
And I don’t need solutions.
I don’t need solutions here.
Overt bonus—covert onus. Both will disappear.
I don’t want debating.
I don’t want debating. I’m,
Sure what’s right won’t end this fight, and I’m wrong half the time.
You drop by, needlessly,
But, heedlessly, I choose to depart.
Senselessly, and defenselessly,
My mirage falls apart
I don’t.
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Save us Gen-Z
05:20
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One is self-serving—the pinnacle of greed.
One is observing—too cynical to lead.
One is unnervingly sad and existential.
Is no one deserving? Is there no potential?
They’re kind, quirky, and fluidly-gendered
In the streams and memes they’ve rendered.
Progressive, and somewhat well-adjusted.
They’re laid-back, tough, and neurodivergent.
When they ate pods of detergent,
transgressively, I knew they could be trusted.
Stop this frenzy, we can hardly cope.
Save us Gen-Z, you’re our only hope.
Save the climate from annihilation —
Stop corruption in every nation
Tell the primates “Do not go extinct” —
Fix this planet, to be quite succinct
Solve world hunger, and hate-crime —
Cure the epidemics if there’s time
Defend all the helpless, end pollution —
Amend most of the constitution
Fairness and freedom should be relearned —
Reason and empathy could be returned
Then stent the erosion of truth and of fact —
Prevent the implosion, keep society intact
We’re counting on you to do what they will not do.
Pressure is mounting on you to do what we cannot do.
Didn’t cause the stumble, but didn’t stop the fall.
Generational grief’s the only thing that has trickled down at all.
Over-educated, over-medicated, we’ll play our anxious little part.
Keeping you off of Facebook was a pretty decent start. (right?)
They’re kind, quirky, and fluidly-gendered
In the streams and memes they’ve rendered.
Progressive, and somewhat well-adjusted.
They’re laid-back, tough, and neurodivergent.
When they ate pods of detergent,
transgressively, I knew they could be trusted.
Stop this frenzy, we can hardly cope.
Save us Gen-Z, you’re our only hope.
There may come a day, when I’m older and more gray
I’ll have something to say about how your world should run.
Remember today and this one take-away.
So I'll know — I’ll know you know —
You’ll know what must be done:
Ignore me.
Ignore me.
Lock me in a home where I belong.
My opinions won’t be around for long.
Ignore me — Hold fast to your beliefs and don’t stray.
You should learn from the past, but do it in your own way.
'Cause you live life under the microscope
Born halfway down a slippery slope
Stop this frenzy, we can hardly cope.
Save us Gen-Z, you’re our only hope.
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3. |
Washboard by my Side
03:16
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4. |
Ring that Bell
04:27
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Go, build online influence—you can't just wait your turn.
Grow a new market presence—so algorithms learn
That you belong in the club—with those who know the game.
Where distant data hubs—may one day show your name.
Subscribe and follow, dark disciple,
To contact viewers archetypal.
Connect—conform. We'll start a convent,
To convert your art to content.
Enroll for free and ring that bell.
It tolls for thee, so maybe you’re already in hell.
Throw your life’s work upon the embers,
Remember no one here remembers.
No one here remembers.
You must stake a claim—drop content in the void
The job is faking fame—and we’re all self-employed
So join the cries in the din—the packs of auctioneers,
The prize is yours to win—a fraction of their ears.
Subscribe and follow, millionth monkey,
Your typewriter needs only one key,
For web-traffic monopolizing
Demographic monetizing.
Hit that follow, and ring that bell,
It rings hollow, so maybe you’re already in hell.
Throw your life’s work upon the embers.
Remember no one here remembers.
Subscribe and follow, desktop vulture.
The bubble bursts, but that's pop-culture.
Let’s hitch wagons to the coattails
Of rich dragons as they hoard whales.
Smash those likes and ring that bell.
When midnight strikes, then baby I will see you in hell.
Throw your life’s work upon the embers,
And know that no one here remembers.
No one here remembers.
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TwoBitOperation New Jersey
TwoBitOperation is me, John Berges, a hobbyist composer living in suburbia, New
Jersey.
I've been writing electronic music for 15 years, from Synth-pop to Classical, all with underlying influences from video game music. Coincidentally, I also write video game music
While not composing, I am a professional video game designer; as well as an amateur writer, drummer, mixologist, and father.
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