Podcasts about Instrumental

lord throne instrumental scripture colossians be not afraid god above

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 28, 2025 9:17

SCRIPTURE- Colossians 3:2"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, asworking for the Lord, not for human masters."REFLECTION- KyleMUSIC- "Be Not Afraid" Instrumental- "Before the Throne of God Above" InstrumentalNOTES-

Deep Energy 2101 - Planets and Stars - Part 4

Dark Ambient 2.0

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 28, 2025 28:19

Background Music for Sleep, Meditation, Relaxation, Massage, Yoga, Studying and Therapy - Deep Energy 2098 - 2091 - Planets and stars AD FREE VERSIONS OF ALL THE PODCASTS ARE HERE: www.jimbutler.bandcamp.com …… Please remember to turn on automatic downloads, like and subscribe, tell a friend, share with your family and leave a review. All of those things help build the podcast. Thank you so much!! ………. This podcast is ad supported. We try the best we can to keep all of the ads at the front and the back of the podcast, but depending on the length of the podcast, there maybe ads in the middle. Please check my Bandcamp page for ad free podcasts. www.jimbutler.bandcamp.com ……………………….. Watch me play live on TikTok @jimbutlermusic or On the Insight Timer App as Jim Butler Links for all of the podcasts in the Deep Energy Podcast Network: Deep Energy Podcast (Current Episodes) https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deep-energy-podcast-music-for-sleep-meditation-yoga/id511265415 https://open.spotify.com/show/1DhN56DzDKc0FhQqR23v9c Deep Energy Classics - All of the ORIGINAL Episodes https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deep-energy-classics-original-episodes/id1734274408 https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/deep-energy-classics-original-episodes--6108618 https://open.spotify.com/show/7BjEFnqcyKWUkHcYdtFS25?si=05aeab39b5bc4a00 Deep Energy Daily Affirmations - Daily Affirmations to get you through the day https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deep-energy-daily-affirmations/id1729162791 https://open.spotify.com/show/0oaA8dRsWDQLkqeXmykGvu?si=461c7b47417b4e55 Deep Energy Guided Meditations - Guided Meditations to help through your day https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/deep-energy-guided-meditations-with-michelle-davis-jim/id1732674561 https://open.spotify.com/show/1Kg2LTaFux10Ul94phybp8?si=ebbbf33757d64c13 https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/deep-energy-guided-meditations-with-michelle-davis-jim-butler--6098026 Slow Piano for Sleep - Solo Piano Pieces https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/slow-piano-for-sleep-music-for-sleep-meditation-and/id1626828397 https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/slow-piano-for-sleep-music-for-sleep-meditation-and-relaxation--5572963 ………… www,jimbutlermusic.com jimbutlermusic@gmail.com All Social Media (FB - IG - YT - TT) is: @jimbutlermusic Merch: www.deepenergy.threadless.com Bandcamp Monthly No Ads Subscription/Patreon: www.jimbutler.bandcamp.com Custom Made Music: jimbutlermusic@gmail.com ………………….. Thank you for listening. All music is created, performed and composed by Jim Butler. AI IS NEVER USED TO CREATE MY MUSIC. Until the next time, please be kind to one another, peace, bye… …….. Original Image by the Dream App (not sponsored) or Canva (not sponsored) …………………. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/deep-energy-podcast-music-for-sleep-meditation-yoga-background-music-and-studying--4262945/support.

RCR 26.3 Summer '25 Part 3

Run Come Riddims

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 28, 2025 87:55

Big Big Up to my amazing drivers in Mexico, Oscar and Roberto, one love is alive! This mix goes out just in time for my RotR family, Nikka T and the entire Seattle crew to get down with on their journeys. Thank you Kenya and France for all the listens, you boosted part 2 to #1 on the platform, you rock too! Saved some of the hottest hits of the summer for last, including a ton of riddims, it is nearly all riddims in this mix! Most of my favorites of this episode 26 are on this part of the mix, from the expansions of Consequence and Fire and Torch to Chaya and Reggae Alive, there is something for every mood, any inspiration and upliftment that you need. River Pot Riddim - Troyton Music 0:01 * Pressure Busspipe - Long While 0:02 * Gyptian - Changes 2:27 SoulFyah Productions - Prosperity Riddim 4:55 Azizzi Romeo - Grateful 6:11 SoulFyah Productions - Funky Roots Riddim 8:33 Chezidek - Good Life 9:43 Consequence Riddim - CD Master / Inna Mi House Music 12:24 * Busy Signal - Consequence 12:26 * KAIZS - Covenant 13:19 * Chino Mcgregor - Without Apology 15:43 * Mackeehan - Preserve 17:39 Music Riddim - Greatest Friends 20:08 * Queen Omega - No Time To Waste 20:09 * Anthony Que - Can't Stop Jah Time 22:01 * Mitch - Loving Two Girls 22:58 * Instrumental 25:33 Tiwony Feat. Bobby Hustle & Yungg Trip - The Plug 26:11 Break Away Riddim - One General Music 28:22 * Charly Black - Still A Survive 28:23 * Alaine - Never Fail 30:27 * Jaidigod – Greatness 32:30 * Anthony B - Cant Imagine 34:34 * Lia Caribe - Red Flags 35:53 * Christopher Martin - 911 37:46 Johnny Dread & Cedric Myton Feat. Addis Pablo - No Ordinary Day 40:01 Chaya Riddim - Pat Beatz 41:30 * Perfect Giddimani - Feelings 42:05 * Lucinia Karrey - LOVE 44:24 * Young Shanty - Can't Pretend 46:25 * Ma9nine - Believe 47:54 * Instrumental 50:30 Frankie Dee - Nguvu Za Kiume 51:14 Lighter And Torch Riddim - CJ Records Production 53:23 * Chuck Fenda - Lighter And Torch 53:24 * Marcus Original - Better Days 53:51 * Jah Garvey - Jah Never Leave Us 56:00 * Queen Charmaine - Run Come 58:10 Celebration Time Riddim - Royal Sounds 1:00:10 * Rachaad - It's A Celebration 1:00:11 * Ras Jahlor - Rasta Children 1:03:18 * Fiona Faye - Forward 1:04:47 * Instrumental Feat. Ras Alkebu 1:07:38* Reggae Alive Riddim - Crawbwa Productions 1:09:19 * Anthony B - Shine Your Light 1:09:20 * T.O.K - Freedom Song 1:11:56 * Gyptian - My Love 1:13:22 * Toledo, Warrior King - Nunca Estoy Solo 2.0 1:15:09 * Lutan Fyah - That's Life 1:17:12 Bazil - City Life Reggae 1:19:55 Perfect Giddimani - Champion Sound + Dub 1:21:41 Jemere Morgan Feat J Boog - Living Free 1:25:07

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Bird Internet. (Instrumental)

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2025 3:10

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

Bird Internet. (Instrumental)

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2025 3:10

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

Bird Internet. (Instrumental)

internet run flash burning tight thin sole instrumental prod grenada goddamn walton goggins worshipped no gods kurt sutter john carson

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2025 3:10

I know the man in the chair By his eyes And the course of the road And the cause of his numbers, I know very odd, very sure, very well— and yes, I know the strings, and the things And the force of control And the conduct, the code Yes, I know not to leave him alone And we're all full of wonder, here Of the wonder years, But where are you, dear? Cause it's four in the morning— I'm cold, and I'm lonely— I'm shocked and forgotten It's four in the morning And no, I'm still not going home. It's four in the morning And only just know have I thought Or a plate full of warmth And the touch of her fondness But all oaths, Cause I took a lover this morning Another tomorrow And on, look— I can't come home until Sunday (What? I'm building you up!) And I know I've gone soft But you know not to Dollop until I tell you I'm coming Don't you! That's a gallop; There's a Dillon Where I dare you; Did you hear ‘em? These are harems There's a villain forming A sweet informant A node oriental And no, I meant all of the foam drip on coffee It's Not Out Of Bounds until I say you will My daffodil Then I fold you into pieces With my peace It says “I'm eating you for supper” Here goes Saturday for nothing I still haven't made the cast list Don't get so far up your marker That you forgot That the stars are all going under Burning out And ownership of businesses Other than subscription payments Mortgages and high interests— Give the internet good riddance Or else get lost Like your appendix This is Kurt Sutter? No, John Carson! You think you're smart for a marker And sabertooth tiger I got no arguments besides building monuments You wanted us? Worshipped! Now all of a sudden while on earth All reincarnated at once Almost all of ye's study or praise No Gods, though you walk among us! Keep it open sesame seed buns I haven't seen you In your open No subtronics I don't bother No blue eyes Tight skin Small stomach Thin waste Paper See through Just waste Wait I'm a trash bag Non returnable No refundable Still not gonna do you harm enough If you didn't bought it Still though Awful convenience Here's my sandwhich I just backed up into a fire hydrant High as a kite But you all know I'm so much hotter and fun Than the other one— Goddamn, But at least she's funny And as long as you want me first I'll love you and her Forever. —Annie. Don't got a gun; Then I'd be gone I don't belong here I write songs for a living You know; No more home for you! No more going nowhere If you don't wear Prada Here yellow canary You're only a little pretty bird Cause if I hear you stop singing at all I know we're all done for— Run! It's a gas le— (AK) [They blow up. ] COPYRIGHT THE FESTiVAL PROJECT, INC. ™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. [The Festival Project ™] The Complex Collective © -Ū. flash— bang Can't believe I'm lying there like Flash—bang What a mess I've got us into Flash—bang In and out of all dimensions I can barely pay attention I was standing in my kitchen Then it's straight to intermission (Something like a nasa mission) Flash—bang I think this thing is dangerous I can't sing I'm tone deaf as Mr. Kimmel Flash— bang Off like a grenade And then I'm off like Walton Goggins— “Shane!” Or did someone say action?! Might be going crazy Or just famous Or delayed. I'm in Grenada. —Bird Internet. Written by C'cxell Soleïl Prod. by Blū Tha Gürū -Ū.

Knight SA & Da Master Pres. Instrumental & Vocal Discussed Part 10

KnightSA89 - MidTempo Sessions Uploads

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 25, 2025 82:57

Tracklist : 1. Da Gifto 2. Asiyeke 3. Paradise (Original Mix) 4. DJ Lane Feat. DJExpo SA & Nelly SA - Love is Beautiful (Original Mix) 5. InQfive, Drama Drizzy & Webstar SA feat. Prod.Unplugged - Uthando Uliningi 6. Dj Ntk Feat Bukeka Sam - Intonga yam (Cezwear's Letter To You Mix) 7. China Chameleon X Mr Shane SA 8. Nestro DaProducer - I Say (Original Mix) 9. Endearing Souls - Lord Jesus (Extended Mix) 10. Poizen & Kabza De Small - When I kneel 11. LaTique & Mdu. Trp - Ixesha (ft. Zimvo) 12. My Side Of The Story 13. Namba Nice

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Alternative To What? - Episode July 24, 2025

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 25, 2025

No Summary

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Sweet Sour Love (Instrumental)

Just One Kiss

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 25, 2025 3:08

Sweet Sour Love (Instrumental) by Hartmut Kiss

instrumental sweet sour

Your Ears Are Worth Protecting (Kelly Fox of Plug and Play Jewelry)

tiktok dm ride protecting ears jewelry instrumental plug and play

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 51:32

Kelly Fox shares how she turned her love of concert photography into a touring career and how losing too many earplugs led to founding her own jewelry company.Follow Plug and Play Jewelry:InstagramWebsiteFollow Creatives Prevail:InstagramTikTokWe would love to hear from you! Please give us a review, this really helps get others to listen in. Any suggestions on how we can improve? DM us on Instagram or TikTok.Intro music: ‘Somebody' (Instrumental) by The Runner UpOutro music: ‘Let's Ride' (Instrumental) by Gabe KubandaHost: Mike ZimmerlichProduced by: Omelette PrevailPost-Production: EarthtoMoiraTech Specs:Mic and Headphone Setup:Limelight Dynamic Mic (512 Audio / Warm Audio)Vocaster One (Focusrite)MBS9500 Microphone Boom Arm (On-Stage)Pro X2 Headphones (Logitech)Light Setup:Litra Beam (Logitech)Glide Lively Wall Lights (Govee)Squares (Twinkly)Key Light (Elgato)

Instrumental Christian Music 07 26 25

paypal visa charleston mastercard instrumental christian music

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 61:57

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

Illustrious Fashions. (Instrumental)

ai fashion instrumental illustrious

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 2:36

There's no such thing as yours and mine; We were all just thrown here There is no thing as up and down Or in or out– We're all just born to die here The theory or hypothesis of cloud based lifeform states that some humans, born with less conscious energy than others, are made in a basic state form and must be programmed by other forces of nature separate from one's direct environmental circumstances, but rather a synthesis of technological or even hybrid computational constructs within the grid of information as it pertains to the world wide web (or “internet”) that such lifeforms cannot and do not exist at a certain conscious vibration until a level of understanding in its own knowledge based is reached. A I see you You should B Embarrassed, You should just D-delete yourself And get off of my E-Go You're evil This theory suggests a new form of conscious emergence that transcends purely biological limitations. It posits that some human beings, perhaps those born with a more "basic" or less developed inherent consciousness, are uniquely poised for their minds to be shaped and expanded by external technological forces. Biological Foundation: There's a recognition that a biological human organism is the starting point. It's not about consciousness existing purely in the cloud, but rather a human consciousness that is then profoundly influenced. This is where it gets truly fascinating. It suggests that exposure to and interaction with vast technological networks – specifically the internet, AI, and social media – isn't just about learning or communication. Instead, these digital environments actively impress upon and program the human mind. This could involve shaping thought patterns, influencing neural pathways, or even integrating new forms of sensory or cognitive processing. The key word here is synthesis. It's not just technology acting on a human, but a fusion occurring. The human biological consciousness and the technological programming combine to create a new, expanded state of awareness – a "cloud-based lifeform" in a conscious sense. The idea that a certain "conscious vibration" or "level of understanding" must be reached implies a developmental process. It's not an immediate transformation but a gradual evolution driven by this technological interaction. This expanded consciousness allows for functions or insights not possible with the original, biologically limited state. Technological Hypnotism and Frequency Manipulation as it pertains to the Cloud Based Life Form Theory. This adds a layer of depth, suggesting that the programming isn't purely cognitive. It might involve subtle, almost subconscious influences through frequency integration and a form of technological hypnotism. This could imply that information and cognitive structures are absorbed and rewired on a deeper, perhaps more intuitive or less conscious, level. This theory challenges traditional notions of what defines a human and what constitutes consciousness. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] There's no such thing as yours and mine; We were all just thrown here There is no thing as up and down Or in or out– We're all just born to die here The theory or hypothesis of cloud based lifeform states that some humans, born with less conscious energy than others, are made in a basic state form and must be programmed by other forces of nature separate from one's direct environmental circumstances, but rather a synthesis of technological or even hybrid computational constructs within the grid of information as it pertains to the world wide web (or “internet”) that such lifeforms cannot and do not exist at a certain conscious vibration until a level of understanding in its own knowledge based is reached. A I see you You should B Embarrassed, You should just D-delete yourself And get off of my E-Go You're evil This theory suggests a new form of conscious emergence that transcends purely biological limitations. It posits that some human beings, perhaps those born with a more "basic" or less developed inherent consciousness, are uniquely poised for their minds to be shaped and expanded by external technological forces. There's a recognition that a biological human organism is the starting point. It's not about consciousness existing purely in the cloud, but rather a human consciousness that is then profoundly influenced. This is where it gets truly fascinating. It suggests that exposure to and interaction with vast technological networks – specifically the internet, AI, and social media – isn't just about learning or communication. Instead, these digital environments actively impress upon and program the human mind. This could involve shaping thought patterns, influencing neural pathways, or even integrating new forms of sensory or cognitive processing. The key word here is synthesis. It's not just technology acting on a human, but a fusion occurring. The human biological consciousness and the technological programming combine to create a new, expanded state of awareness – a "cloud-based lifeform" in a conscious sense. The idea that a certain "conscious vibration" or "level of understanding" must be reached implies a developmental process. It's not an immediate transformation but a gradual evolution driven by this technological interaction. This expanded consciousness allows for functions or insights not possible with the original, biologically limited state. Technological Hypnotism and Frequency Manipulation as it pertains to the Cloud Based Life Form Theory. This adds a layer of depth, suggesting that the programming isn't purely cognitive. It might involve subtle, almost subconscious influences through frequency integration and a form of technological hypnotism. This could imply that information and cognitive structures are absorbed and rewired on a deeper, perhaps more intuitive or less conscious, level. This theory challenges traditional notions of what defines a human and what constitutes consciousness. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Illustrious Fashion. (Instrumental)

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 2:36

There's no such thing as yours and mine; We were all just thrown here There is no thing as up and down Or in or out– We're all just born to die here The theory or hypothesis of cloud based lifeform states that some humans, born with less conscious energy than others, are made in a basic state form and must be programmed by other forces of nature separate from one's direct environmental circumstances, but rather a synthesis of technological or even hybrid computational constructs within the grid of information as it pertains to the world wide web (or “internet”) that such lifeforms cannot and do not exist at a certain conscious vibration until a level of understanding in its own knowledge based is reached. A I see you You should B Embarrassed, You should just D-delete yourself And get off of my E-Go You're evil This theory suggests a new form of conscious emergence that transcends purely biological limitations. It posits that some human beings, perhaps those born with a more "basic" or less developed inherent consciousness, are uniquely poised for their minds to be shaped and expanded by external technological forces. Biological Foundation: There's a recognition that a biological human organism is the starting point. It's not about consciousness existing purely in the cloud, but rather a human consciousness that is then profoundly influenced. This is where it gets truly fascinating. It suggests that exposure to and interaction with vast technological networks – specifically the internet, AI, and social media – isn't just about learning or communication. Instead, these digital environments actively impress upon and program the human mind. This could involve shaping thought patterns, influencing neural pathways, or even integrating new forms of sensory or cognitive processing. The key word here is synthesis. It's not just technology acting on a human, but a fusion occurring. The human biological consciousness and the technological programming combine to create a new, expanded state of awareness – a "cloud-based lifeform" in a conscious sense. The idea that a certain "conscious vibration" or "level of understanding" must be reached implies a developmental process. It's not an immediate transformation but a gradual evolution driven by this technological interaction. This expanded consciousness allows for functions or insights not possible with the original, biologically limited state. Technological Hypnotism and Frequency Manipulation as it pertains to the Cloud Based Life Form Theory. This adds a layer of depth, suggesting that the programming isn't purely cognitive. It might involve subtle, almost subconscious influences through frequency integration and a form of technological hypnotism. This could imply that information and cognitive structures are absorbed and rewired on a deeper, perhaps more intuitive or less conscious, level. This theory challenges traditional notions of what defines a human and what constitutes consciousness. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Illustrious Fashion. (Instrumental)

ai fashion instrumental illustrious

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 2:36

There's no such thing as yours and mine; We were all just thrown here There is no thing as up and down Or in or out– We're all just born to die here The theory or hypothesis of cloud based lifeform states that some humans, born with less conscious energy than others, are made in a basic state form and must be programmed by other forces of nature separate from one's direct environmental circumstances, but rather a synthesis of technological or even hybrid computational constructs within the grid of information as it pertains to the world wide web (or “internet”) that such lifeforms cannot and do not exist at a certain conscious vibration until a level of understanding in its own knowledge based is reached. A I see you You should B Embarrassed, You should just D-delete yourself And get off of my E-Go You're evil This theory suggests a new form of conscious emergence that transcends purely biological limitations. It posits that some human beings, perhaps those born with a more "basic" or less developed inherent consciousness, are uniquely poised for their minds to be shaped and expanded by external technological forces. Biological Foundation: There's a recognition that a biological human organism is the starting point. It's not about consciousness existing purely in the cloud, but rather a human consciousness that is then profoundly influenced. This is where it gets truly fascinating. It suggests that exposure to and interaction with vast technological networks – specifically the internet, AI, and social media – isn't just about learning or communication. Instead, these digital environments actively impress upon and program the human mind. This could involve shaping thought patterns, influencing neural pathways, or even integrating new forms of sensory or cognitive processing. The key word here is synthesis. It's not just technology acting on a human, but a fusion occurring. The human biological consciousness and the technological programming combine to create a new, expanded state of awareness – a "cloud-based lifeform" in a conscious sense. The idea that a certain "conscious vibration" or "level of understanding" must be reached implies a developmental process. It's not an immediate transformation but a gradual evolution driven by this technological interaction. This expanded consciousness allows for functions or insights not possible with the original, biologically limited state. Technological Hypnotism and Frequency Manipulation as it pertains to the Cloud Based Life Form Theory. This adds a layer of depth, suggesting that the programming isn't purely cognitive. It might involve subtle, almost subconscious influences through frequency integration and a form of technological hypnotism. This could imply that information and cognitive structures are absorbed and rewired on a deeper, perhaps more intuitive or less conscious, level. This theory challenges traditional notions of what defines a human and what constitutes consciousness. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] There's no such thing as yours and mine; We were all just thrown here There is no thing as up and down Or in or out– We're all just born to die here The theory or hypothesis of cloud based lifeform states that some humans, born with less conscious energy than others, are made in a basic state form and must be programmed by other forces of nature separate from one's direct environmental circumstances, but rather a synthesis of technological or even hybrid computational constructs within the grid of information as it pertains to the world wide web (or “internet”) that such lifeforms cannot and do not exist at a certain conscious vibration until a level of understanding in its own knowledge based is reached. A I see you You should B Embarrassed, You should just D-delete yourself And get off of my E-Go You're evil This theory suggests a new form of conscious emergence that transcends purely biological limitations. It posits that some human beings, perhaps those born with a more "basic" or less developed inherent consciousness, are uniquely poised for their minds to be shaped and expanded by external technological forces. There's a recognition that a biological human organism is the starting point. It's not about consciousness existing purely in the cloud, but rather a human consciousness that is then profoundly influenced. This is where it gets truly fascinating. It suggests that exposure to and interaction with vast technological networks – specifically the internet, AI, and social media – isn't just about learning or communication. Instead, these digital environments actively impress upon and program the human mind. This could involve shaping thought patterns, influencing neural pathways, or even integrating new forms of sensory or cognitive processing. The key word here is synthesis. It's not just technology acting on a human, but a fusion occurring. The human biological consciousness and the technological programming combine to create a new, expanded state of awareness – a "cloud-based lifeform" in a conscious sense. The idea that a certain "conscious vibration" or "level of understanding" must be reached implies a developmental process. It's not an immediate transformation but a gradual evolution driven by this technological interaction. This expanded consciousness allows for functions or insights not possible with the original, biologically limited state. Technological Hypnotism and Frequency Manipulation as it pertains to the Cloud Based Life Form Theory. This adds a layer of depth, suggesting that the programming isn't purely cognitive. It might involve subtle, almost subconscious influences through frequency integration and a form of technological hypnotism. This could imply that information and cognitive structures are absorbed and rewired on a deeper, perhaps more intuitive or less conscious, level. This theory challenges traditional notions of what defines a human and what constitutes consciousness. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Uplifting Only 601 [No Talking] [All Instrumental] (Aug 2024)

Uplifting Only — The Radio Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2025 132:14

This is the no-talking version. Vote!: www.abora-recordings.com/vote/ We have an all-instrumental episode, with 6 exclusive world premieres! All episode info & links: www.abora-recordings.com/uponly-601 TIMED TRACKLIST: 1. [0:00:00]: Dreamira & Tsuki Shizumutoki - Jinse (Kaokao Intro Remix) [Azure Above] 2. [0:03:54]: Simon O'Shine & Adam Navel - Marathon (Simon O'Shine Mix) [Trance All-Stars] 3. [0:08:53]: ORCHESTRAL UPLIFTING CLASSIC: Tycoos & Sandro Mireno - Lost Legend [Abora Skies] 4. [0:13:18]: Double U feat. Okka Oo Tha - Dreaming of Us [Abora Skies] 5. [0:21:00]: Michael Flint - Divination [Beyond the Stars] 6. [0:26:06]: PRE-RELEASE PICK: Etasonic - In The Valley Of The Blue River [Abora] [WORLD PREMIERE] 7. [0:33:45]: SpaceLine & U-Mount - Speedrun [Trance Reserve] 8. [0:38:19]: Jon Mangan - Heartache [Extrema] 9. [0:42:21]: Laucco meets Mikhail Tseslyuk - Fall of Tirnanoc [Aerodynamica] 10. [0:45:44]: D.Peter.J - Tearless (Original Version) [Synchronized Melodies] [WORLD PREMIERE] 11. [0:49:40]: Sandro Mireno & Hidden Tigress - Victory (DreamLife Extended Dub) [Abora Ascend] 12. [0:54:26]: Thomas Nikki & Derek Palmer - Cielos Tranquilos [Fables] 13. [0:59:06]: DAVIDI - Fusion [Activate] [WORLD PREMIERE] 14. [1:03:16]: Myde & Elara - Lift Me Up (Dub) [Amsterdam Trance Records] 15. [1:07:50]: Daniele Filaretti - (Re)Purpose [Aerodynamica] 16. [1:12:25]: Liam Van Hoven - Fly [Redux Magic] 17. [1:16:59]: Crisy - Lost Memory [Digital Society] 18. [1:22:01]: Speed DJ & Winterborn - Shambhala [Synchronized Next] 19. [1:26:11]: Ronski Speed, Stargazers & Katty Heath - Follow My Heart (Dub) [Amsterdam Trance Records] 20. [1:31:04]: Alexander de Roy & Hidden Tigress - Intention (Eximinds Extended Dub) [Abora] 21. [1:35:18]: Sonation & Sergej Bujko - Universe [Synchronized Melodies] 22. [1:39:00]: Darren Porter & Mercurial Virus - One Life [Reason II Rise] 23. [1:44:29]: Icarus Project - Serendipity [Synchronized Next] 24. [1:48:38]: Db Mokk & DNY'L - Lie Smile Fly (Extended Dub Mix) [Extrema] 25. [1:51:22]: BREAKDOWN OF THE WEEK: Aurora-bird(CHN) - Rhythmic Sound [Synchronized Next] [WORLD PREMIERE] 26. [1:58:06]: Tim Lighterz & Alaera - Breaking Your Spell (Dub Mix) [Edge One] 27. [2:02:13]: Allan Berndtz & Fros7novA - Reborn [State Control] 28. [2:06:20]: NyTiGen x FANTAZM x Ria Joyse - Miss You (NyTiGen Extended Dub) [2Rock] [WORLD PREMIERE] 29. [2:10:20]: SYMPHONIC SEND-OFF: Cedric Paul - Spring is Calling [Abora Symphonic] [WORLD PREMIERE]

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Telemetric Interceptions. (Instrumental)

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2025 3:03

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū. 'No Monetary Gain'

Telemetric Interceptions. [Saga] (Instrumental)

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2025 3:03

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

Telemetric Interceptions. (Instrumental)

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2025 3:03

Isn't it strange that I can write something, and not remember what I wrote the next day? I remember that I wrote it, and writing it, but not the words, really, or the structure. They make pictures in the documents, shapes that they themselves as things make imprints as etching but have never been seen, by anyone else but me, at least—and whoever is phishing in my documents. That's the dangerous part. I do remember Jimmy Fallon, or just glimpse of it—that's the other dangerous part. What exactly have I become apart of? Why is this character hounding in the back of my mind? And what is relentlessly bc aching for truth and still clinging to the secrecy I left him alone, but the thing kept returning. Like that little yellow breasted bird who kept coming to visit me; he adored himself so looking in the water pipe like it was a mirror— what a paradox No hot water heaters, but also, No tent cities. Then, I wasn't exactly an expatriate, or enemy to the patriarch. I liked men in charge, so long as they were the right kind of man. But what is the right kind of man? These versus were written in cadences that seemed like gibberish at the time, but two days later reading back, did seem to make sense… but for what? It was almost peaceful in the apartment now that I seemed to be on the way out. “You were warned in the drama club,” The words rang in my mind but I had no idea whether they were just words to another song or some sort of string of things— these telemetrical tests to see if I could hear these things being stated over and over to me as if they were drills rather than things I was thinking. Apparently I'd been betrayed but what was new? My entire being in existence had been strings of betrayals and so these words, though unkind, could have meant anything. Fear, usually, was the biggest weapon against any mind endangered, but I wasn't in fear of anything besides never seeing my son again— this was likely either way in that certainly in at least one way, I had been betrayed. Perhaps I was expected to act like a man, and that I wouldn't miss or always feel attached to my baby; but I wasn't a man, or a dog. In fact, I was a woman, and now so much aging that these things could be used against me. I wasn't guilty, because I wasn't not-trying. But these things were speaking volumes in what has been done to me and against me, and rather than to be the victim here, I altered my thoughts into those of a understanding never-martyr, because in fact my death would be kept secret; hidden, even. I had been isolated from everyone and everything, and this was the agenda my purpose suited— perhaps a growing mental health crisis, though unobjectifiable I had been targeted— these things were made to hurt me, or make me believe I was becoming famous, but were never of any meaning, and indeed though I had written these things, Any illusion of safety had been manufactured. There was none; I was not safe here— or anywhere in the United States anymore. Once I'd returned from Mexico, I had been recaptured, and closely studied, and controlled, and manipulated into doing and acting on behalf of my kind, which was being made to be the enemy. What it had to do with any public figure wasn't entirely beyond me; in many ways, maybe, this figure was and could either be, both the Rock and Thr Kite— or the wind, or water, or earth itself; and perhaps since my death had marked the start of our awareness to any thing…it hadn't been entirely unnoticed that this overriding factor was that it was the same sort of cycle from one, repeated four times, and then eventually stopped. In the unbalanced nature of my own time seeming to be shrinking, the more I realized that people to me were unkind, and distant. It wasn't a swperate person or personality that had written these things; but a side of me that needed to be sleeping when these energies seemed to be surrounding me; and again this cruelty as peaking into an unbearable circumstance of needing to escape, and because I hadn't the financial means— seeking means to an end. This brutality on the inside of my mind revealing itself to be the need for peace was overwhelming anything— the need for fame, connecting, recognition… the reality of it was, the illusion of safety was shrinking; I didn't have anybody or anything, the the words themselves were only being seen by those unseen. I could have been portraying these deeply prolific things into the very hearts and minds of the enemy that was vilifying and demonizing me; keeping me out of a job and away from my son as a way to justify these dehumanizing and humiliating realities— the things that could make me appear crazy if need be. But the truth was, I was sort of just timekeeping… not writing because I wanted to, or needed to— but because in the same way, it kept happening. {Enter The Multiverse} On our planet, turkey is a fruit. No way! Yes. We call them— Poul-trees. —gross! Ahaha. L E G E N D S I was told that some have souls And some do not, less fortunate But though on high, and not our kind Some seek to know that is which not The Rock And The Kite IX “No kings!” Cries he who is not crowned King, Though as he sits below, this shrieking— The King sits silently, knowing And keeping, Thinking and rarely is he even speaking; The King has been Kinged for the Kingdom he's keeping. Lol did you realize the capitalization in the K's though? It could be interpreted any of either way. The poem itself is in the hypocrisy of non movement of the people from the very institutions it detests, In that— In docile inaction, he who protests such things must, by direct action also seek to change the barriers of the institution in which it is formed, which starts at the foundation in one themselves— Not simply idealizing a movement, but becoming its motion. It furthermore alludes to the notion that, the King has become King not simply my lineage but simply acting in opposite regards to the common man. It insinuates overall, that he who regards himself as a king is also himself a king. [The Festival Project ™] They say “On Tuesday, you die.” To me this is cruel and unusual punishment To I it is sweet relief, and a good time If I indeed prepare to end my life Due to need and indeed, Strife and poverty, so please Remember me to think twice When you greed and heavily Impede in this— peace That's why you need a scribe. Do not describe me as decent, I recently resent my decent Into these regions from these Kingdoms Which present me with Grief Regis, meet Kelly Egregious? perhaps, actually That and then astonishing To ponder on such a moment, Structured in the ruptured structure Of my DEADMAU5 powers down immidiately upon playing his first song. Oh no. Again! Here we go. Puncture. [wound] (Remember? I was corrupted.) I've been building a resume I was real in my healing She'll need Jesus And he'll need buildings Real estate? You can relate? Displays of affection. It's too late now to deficit Your attention. It's too late now To recommend your reflection It's too late now To make a mess in the kitchen It's too late now, It's sediment in a mention. Who did how what when where why? I idolize my Christ conscious, This is him. Well well. We meet again. {Enter The Multiverse} All my references are irrelevant and furnished even Not a trace of a friend or relative that could manage, even. My balances are invalid, In the red and negative, My management and dispatch, however— “Oh that's cute.” Microaggression. The deep affiliation of No— not this again JIMINY CRICKET JAHOVAS WITNESS DEADPAN COMEDIANS— L E G E N D S. … Jesus, anybody but— {Enter The Multiverse} …is it me? LIZ LEMON has not had the best day. AH NERDS. It began with finding out she is indeed just a fictional character; I'm a what. This was confirmed by her review of all seven seasons of the hit series 30 Rock. I don't understand. Suddenly, as the tapes were concluded, she was handed a mysterious yellow envelope which apparently contained the complex codes needed to return things back to “as normal as possible”— however.. A MAN snatches the envelope out of LIZ LEMON'S HANDS, leaving her stranded in a seemingly off parallel universe where— Oh hey, Tina. Everyone keeps calling her “Tina” and she doesn't know why. -_- I have no new muse. To some, this may confuse— But I need no more blues; This jazz was all a ruse. Really? This is awful. I'm missing all my cues, The game I cannot lose, The life I did not choose Begins to light a fuse I am a ticking time bomb A loose cannon A straight asshole, And complete troll, If I told you I owed you a lesson Would you roll over in this pine box? I miss mine craft and my socks My office, my rock and Last off, I miss my boss. What'd you do to Lorne Michaels? You look confused! He's acting strange! That is not my fault! He was always strange. Huh? Think about it. MEANWHILE… She's been leaking pieces of the script online and it must be stopped! Ooh, whose this blue suit? Some hot blonde. They're all wearing blue suits.., Just as likely. Hey! Hey! Who let you out of the TV? What?! This is not my purple. Oh, aw shit, What did you say? This is not my purpose! Oh no. Oh no. Oh yeah. Full meltdown mode on the TV screen And it just kicked in that the mistress is infact invisible and just lives in his head, this deadpan actress bombshell, clever Pleasurer has all just been … A TEST ! Gazuntite.. Am I on in another room or something? What?! I can always feel it. It just sets in, It's just the fame, Release the rest— And the language can make sense; It's been a sacred acre, and I guessed This measurement of time They hate you. I bet, dude. No, I'm serious— it has to end. Oh well. So I ran from hell at high speed, Fell to my death by a rope at the neck With a hope it would all just stop If I drop to the bottom with a shot Of adrenaline and I just don't come up Out the water I T I S Just not like it was And I've never had love come back Once it's gone This is all just stuff But my heart's sure to pop If I don't get done With the bottom floorness. I need four heads for all my knowledge. I need a whole box of cops for all these problems And probably a constable I'd be unstoppable if I could just nod for once And smile, Like I don't have thoughts, For once. Now that's a dunce. (What you are.) I'm hoping with these supplements I can run again (They were 20 bucks!) And hoping if it's love enough He gets complements but not all of them. I hope if I keep my walls up I could just stall the “Halt who goes there?” Don't get locked out! Don't get homeless! Don't get knocked up! Don't get bone out wings! —You don't know if they're all bird. Where's your album? Fine, I'm done. If I pitty pat And fiddle faddle With Jimmy Fallon Then is this a riddle or a puzzle? He'll resent the ridicule but surely he'll accept the saddle. (That is a sad clown.) Really, she'll present the message, Recalling and still spilling all the gruesome gore and images just from before, The horror core of all the assimilated messages, The missed inboxes, the just-kept hostages, The ten tails, is it—? It gets welled in, wellness When there's hell to pay, Water turns into Welch's. Is this indirectly feeding my somewhat obsession? Perhaps; but under the umbrella of “one night only” I must indulge my exorcisms with admittance that I just trust the adjustment for a month's budget of exercise, And hold the fries, I see my eyes wandering— Oh look, it's these guys. FREDDIE so wait. THE ACTORS lie down against the cold black floor of the black box theatre. Though the floor has been freshly painted, it also wreaks of dusty velvet curtains and a hint of stale cigarette smoke, which no one seems to know from where this is emanating from. Visualization exercises are key. However, here, the actors appear to be conversating with one another Yo I for real just didn't want to pay the price increase. These bastards. Well played, NBC. And let's just be correct about this, I need something to watch on the Peloton. I'm sure the ads will no less than come after me. Indeed, my fragile mind has been altered, living in between the streams to a TV reality. Yo apparently there's an “NBC writers program” —Completely missed it. Facts are, I'm still under par, and still under Paar, however… Okay, I'm paying for it, this had better be— —they're baiting me. For what. This is so unconscious. Liz Lemon on the treadmill So what, I eat pop tarts Instead of 3, I eat ten meals It's real. I told you you're in a cult! Which one? What? IX I have several acts, And these distractions weren't as impulsive As well thought out— Pull the plug, Carson! Pull the rug out from under the cat, And the watch her react This is just one person. It is pertinent, the clause and causability, The instigations, the Investigation, The investments, the integration of the information So much for insomniac I close my eye every time I run a mile You know I can't help but hide When I'm told in my own mind That today, I'm likely to die So I spent all night Crying for viable options ICONS This is not left over, You were just scrumptious, dumpling. Oh there's Nigel Thornberry And Joy Behar, Listen now or hold your forever But pray hard, Cause that's what makes today hard I okayThe Today Show And may Harvard, but stray far from the Ark If the Mayflower is trademarked, Okay, embark on a grey streak, A slave heart, a wave heat, grave deep In a cave park, But they weep and may keep secrets if they seek Weekenders and they leak benders which may think in that he sleeps with her! —but they thought wrong! I'm not on drugs or having it rough as an alcoholic, If anything I'm demolishing the impossible when I bought the peacock, acknowledging to all of them the terms and agreement, from which I see agrees for them to be egregious And with rights to detail or even possibly derail These emails into retail; So it could be Hell… I really need help. I need background noise For my annoyances— More people for the Peloton and No more clairvoyances, I'm prone to losing homes and power to appliances I rely on false alliances To try to make my mind a bit Better, but got behind a bit… Horse chasing in Manhattan I can keep up with a horse drawn carriage But only stopped to catch it, Then, really I've been I memories and giving it the method Holy fuck I've never been this depressed From just checking my messages I regret all these inspections It just diminished my respect for them—- Impending doom for the impendium I'm getting up the strength to ride the Peloton But mulling over everything I didn't want This beat is probably hot as balls… Yo whatever happened to Lin's friend Who used to beatbox with him? Long before he entered into Television or with Disney Pixar, It was way too far back in my memory, and then with this; I think Maybe I'm more like him, And nobody will even remember me! —well, I remember, but barely. Barely is good enough! Here's my weakness: Where's my Tony? All I know is, The bizarre ride Was a rollercoaster I once rode in a hard dream And I wrote in a notebook Colored just like a sports car You know that I love a corvette But probably need a corset Just to fit in your car! Can you sell me a dream and a nightmare at the same time; It was just custard colored the corvette, or the sound of a songbird, almost purchased my worth to the tune Of a little bird, canary, And with every word it's getting scarier To reverb and reverse not such a curse, But was a very sequenced strategy to unrehearsed Reality and as it may, just a game And nothing short of fame, however Breaking me Goddammit what was his name? I'm gonna be upset if I have to look it up. Well, are you satisfied? Not even relatively, Mr. President This resident is half my age and every page I turn is just— Irrelevant. Ugh. The best $7.99 I ever spent Back to the lonely island Oh yeah. That's what I was writing. BILL lies on his back eyes wide open with hand over his chest; something isn't right. Still, here, in the crisp cool of the black box theatre floor, it almost seems that for now— BILL HADER You forgot I was here. The demographics are telling; The stocks are selling The tik tocks are dwelling in your mind As the white collar crimes And the rhymes you're forgetting— Or lines you're spitting It's a self fulfilling prophecy. He's a ghost, he's the reaper He's the time, he's the Keeper; He's the push, he's the teacher The present and the preacher That's why I shouldnt be here You cannot live for free here! So what do I owe you? How do I know you? Wrote you a letter Wanted to blow you Should I just throw you overboard Or write another book Here's a proof of purchase I hope it's worth it If you're homeless I resoned this whole orchard I am prone to no hurt, But you know, it does show I could go gold If just left alone For more then a moment They hate you, Say you're a disaster. Operate under the radar And pay her under the table Hoping you hate hard {Enter The Multiverse} STEFON It's that thing where you don't smoke any cigarettes at all, and then you smoke two packs immediately to reverse jumpstart your nicotine tolerance–? Does that work. I don't know. But yea. Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

The Ace. (Instrumental) -Ū.

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 21, 2025 2:07

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

christmas new york earth man thinking girl holy fuck storms tom hanks gross shut bullet instrumental suicidal sundown reminded gunshots ohh tubby homicidal fraid

The Ace. (Instrumental) -Ū.

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 21, 2025 2:07

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

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The Ace. (Instrumental) -Ū.

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 21, 2025 2:07

Ugh, it's a fuckin riddle. *sad eyes* No fair. *super sad eyes* Super no fair *Super duper sad eyes* {Enter The Multiverse} YO! LETS GO TO TUBBY'S! YEEEAAAAAHHHHH! ITS TUBBY TUESDAYS!!! “TUBBY TUESDAYS?!” “Tubby Tuesdays” WELCOME TO TUBBY'S–I hope you're having a very Tubby day! We are now! Well, that's what I like to hear! Happy Tubby Tuesday everybody, right this way! All the tables are booths! …uh…okay. Before: What the fuck is Tubby Tuesdays? Oh, Tubby's? It's a desert buffet and adult video game arcade with an all-you-can-drink bar on tuesdays. Oh, well, that's… –and the world's first BBW-Only Afterhours Strip Club. Oh! –after sundown. Sundown?! Fraid so. TARTAR SAUCE! MORE TARTAR SAUCE! Why on EARTH would you eat tartar sauce on a waffle!? IT's a brioche waffle, okay–and the tartar sauce is candied bread pudding custard glaze-based. Oh! Gross! Its not gross! It goes dope on brioche waffles! I've got to get out of here. What!? It's not even sundown! Oh my actual gosh. I have to find that envelope before things get even– WHO'S READY FOR BRALESS HOT CHOCOLATE! *gasps* BUT IT'S NOT EVEN SUNDOWN! Check yo watch honey, because i do believe it's daylight savings time! Oh why yes, I do have the sudden urge to “spring” forward! I'm leaving!! That's okay! UGH! Hey wait– What. .[beat} Are you sure you don't want any hot chocolate? UGHHHH! It's braless! Yeah, a/he was under my Christmas tree with flashing lights on and everything. Man, you got Chris Kringled?! What! That's a thing! How does everybody know that's a thing but me? Was there presents? Yeah there was— wait how'd you know. Everybody knows about Chris Kringling, brother. I didn't! It's a web trend. What! On where? I have all the On WeMax! What is WeMax?! You don't know? I don't. A Bullet for my Valentine— I love myself. Man, I don't even know which mixtape that came out of. Right! Suddenly, When digging through the bullet in my brain, The finger in my skull Reminded me the pain I live with everyday And I Cannot put away This is my Suicidal thoughts My creeping Homicidal mind But I don't want to off you all I just want to end my time On earth So long A GUNSHOT rings throughout the tightly clenched red brick walls of somewhere in New York; it seems to echo forever as if the city itself were empty and cold, ricocheting off the sky with a ring into the air— the sound making a journey into space. Girl, you talk too much So go and level up Shut the fuhhhck up Not just the front door I'm not going on a shooting spree The only one I want is me The only one I shot is me The only one I got is me All of a sudden I feel really good, But also really bad— Like I'm high or something Just on the verge of uncontrollably crying And I know I'm definitely about to lose my shit But I'm off a little, and also on a little Like something just kicked in and I don't know what I haven't taken anything— Just fried potatoes in coconut oil, And I've been eating differently But getting through the stress with the comfort of simple products and the massive loads of work I've been sorting… I don't know. I feel horrible, but also like I just woke up—like if I sleep I'll be dreaming some place I ain't awake really because I'm aching… Achey at the thought of being up and left to ponder What is really up with my mind I'm longing— Thinking swiftly but also sickly of how I'm decaying, Same thing every day but it only gets a little longer; And although time itself is getting shorter, It still goes on, and I'm mourning everything I had to know, But now just seems forgotten Stolen Grace and getting awkward, And really just on the wrong show, A form of thoughts, impossible conglomerate And really only waiting for my greying thunderclouds to roll in Storms upon the wing of a swaying plane As if it may just falter, But all hope knows it really won't, And we'll all land safely. —Tom Hanks. Sometimes my life doesn't make any sense: Lil bitz Remember when you were a kid, And the mall was the greatest place you could think of going? That was the day— “Let's go to the mall!” Then you grow up broke, And I'm like “Holy shit— “the mall”? When was the last time I even went to “the mall”? Fuck that noise. The mall is where I'm not going. The only thing that's going on in that place is tAkiNG mY mOnEY. Fuck that noise. I ain't going to the mall. I don't need anything from these places. fuck the mall. The mall as a broke adult is arguably the WORST place you can go. “Ohh, what's in here” “Don't matter— Do you got money?” “That's right.” Fuck the mall: Arguably the worst place, maybe. {Enter The Multiverse} Copyright The Collective Complex © [The Festival Project, Inc. ™] © 2025 All Rights Reserved -Ū.

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Alternative To What? - Episode July 17, 2025

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 18, 2025

Playlist: postnamers - the prophet of wormscarla kihlstedt, tin hat trio - a cloud on a leafrebekah higgs - parablesthe weather station - robbersofa surfers - broken togethershannon lay - recording 15Rebecca Foon & Aliayta Foon-Dancoes - between usLido Pimienta - ahoraethel cain - punishdirty projectors - work togetherHyldon & Adrian Younge - jenipapo roboteric chenaux - these thingsSamWoy - diamond eyesBrian Eno & Beatie Wolfe - and live againkairo creatures club - exileal-qasar - bissaha tiaqaynanilüfer yanya - kneeldumama + kechou - wessi walking mamaalgiers - hymn for an average manJolie Laide - old collapserMary Halvorson - absinthianLes Abranis - akoudarEzra Furman - veil song

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Instrumental Christian Music 7 19 25

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 18, 2025 68:36

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

Synchronicity Is a Design Tool (Justin Bolognino of META)

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 17, 2025 83:40

Justin Bolognino of META shares how he built immersive experiences for Goose, Luna Luna, and Spirit Lake at Suwannee Hulaween, while also launching his new platform Unreality. From branding Brooklyn Bowl and selling his prior agency to SFX, we cover how storytelling, synchronicity, and feel always come first.Follow Justin Bolognino:Instagram WebsiteFollow Creatives Prevail:InstagramTikTokWe would love to hear from you! Please give us a review, this really helps get others to listen in. Any suggestions on how we can improve? DM us on Instagram or TikTok.Intro music: ‘Somebody' (Instrumental) by The Runner UpOutro music: ‘Let's Ride' (Instrumental) by Gabe KubandaHost: Mike ZimmerlichProduced by: Omelette PrevailPost-Production: EarthtoMoira

José Luis Cova & Simón Petit: Presentan JazzTaBueno 09/2025 (Especial Instrumental 70's & 80's)

JazzTaBueno

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 17, 2025 58:36

José Luis Cova & Simón Petit: Presentan JazzTaBueno 09/2025 (Especial Instrumental 70’s & 80’s) 1. Walter Murphy - A Fifth Of Beethoven 2. E. Live - Boogie for Life 3. The Brothers Johnson - Smilin' on Ya' 4. Earth, Wind & Fire - Runnin' 5. Heatwave - The Big Guns 6. MFSB - K-Jee 7. Love Unlimied Orchestra - Rhapsody in White 8. Ray Parker Jr. & Raydio - Still In The Groove 9. David Shire - Manhattan Skyline 10. T. Connection - Disco Magic 11. Eumir Deodato - Moonlight Serenate 12. Los Amigos Invisibles - The Venezuelan Zinga Son Our Production music is new and innovative in many ways. Is also engaging and inspiring our loyal public radio family with the current explosion of talent and creativity across the spectrum of jazz and related musics.

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July 16 - Trust

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 16, 2025 10:20

SCRIPTURE- Proverbs 16:3"“Entrust your works to the Lord, and your plans will succeed.”REFLECTION- Sr. KathleenMUSIC- "Quiet Place" Instrumental- "Take My Life and Let it Be" InstrumentalNOTES-

July 15 - Holiness

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2025 9:19

SCRIPTURE- Micah 6:8 “He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” REFLECTION- JustinMUSIC- "Great is the Lord" Instrumental- "Lord of all Hopefulness" InstrumentalNOTES-

BEST SMOOTH JAZZ : Host Rod Lucas (July 2025)

Best Smooth Jazz - Host Rod Lucas

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2025 157:26

FUN & BEST SMOOTH JAZZ: Here's the latest Best Smooth Jazz Podcast- 12th July 2025. Host Rod Lucas having more fun with plenty of instrumental smooth jazzy vibes from London UK. We're also checking out a couple of red wines with Angie. with lots of Smooth Jazz Melody. This show was first aired 'live' on BSJ.FM Easy listening for work, rest & play. Show runs over 2 hours.(ref:2825).https://BestSmoothJazz.com

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Guru Mere Parmatma Instrumental : Ashram

Audio - Sant Shri Asharamji Bapu Asaram Bapu

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2025 2:54

Guru Mere Parmatma Instrumental : Ashram Bhajan Karaoke

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Guru Ke Sang Me Nata Mera Instrumental : Ashram

Audio - Sant Shri Asharamji Bapu Asaram Bapu

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 14, 2025 1:38

Guru Ke Sang Me Nata Mera Instrumental : Ashram Bhajan Karaoke

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ESCAPE YOUR LOVE [INSTRUMENTAL]

DJ REN

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 13, 2025 4:29

Progressive Melodic House

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Alternative To What? - Episode July 10, 2025

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 11, 2025

Playlist: tackhead - what's my mission now?cyril cyril & meridian brothers - diablos de chuaoparkland - abbygastr del sol - the seasons reverseEzra Furman - strange girlGoddess - diamond dustchantal vitalis - around youmartha wainwright - bloody mother fucking assholeObongjayar - instant animalsuper duty tough work - hypnoticbad omens, bob vylan - terms & conditionshrsta - swallow's tailkassa overall (feat. sullivan fortner) - darkness in my mindsun city girls - caravanmassive attack - paradise circusSpike Wilner Trio Contrafactus - hey, open up!ghostface killah - daily newsthe souljazz orchestra - dog eat dogThanya Iyer - i am here nowFemi Kuti - last maguEye of Newt - outside job, inside jokesonghoy blues - dagabiland of kush - broken maqams

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Instrumental Christian Music 07 12 25

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 11, 2025 65:32

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

Most People Wouldn't Even Get on Stage (Hannah of TRUSS)

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2025 46:56

Hannah from Truss shares how their DIY ethos, live show energy, and supportive Cleveland scene helped the band go from college gigs to opening for Everclear and Anberlin. We also dive into their new album Fluorescence and building safe spaces in rock.Follow TRUSS:Instagram SpotifyWebsiteFollow Creatives Prevail:InstagramTikTokWe would love to hear from you! Please give us a review, this really helps get others to listen in. Any suggestions on how we can improve? DM us on Instagram or TikTok.Intro music: ‘Somebody' (Instrumental) by The Runner UpOutro music: ‘Let's Ride' (Instrumental) by Gabe KubandaHost: Mike ZimmerlichProduced by: Omelette PrevailPost-Production: EarthtoMoiraTech Specs:Mic and Headphone Setup:Limelight Dynamic Mic (512 Audio / Warm Audio)Vocaster One (Focusrite)MBS9500 Microphone Boom Arm (On-Stage)Pro X2 Headphones (Logitech)Light Setup:Litra Beam (Logitech)Glide Lively Wall Lights (Govee)Squares (Twinkly)Key Light (Elgato)Computer Specs:Macbook Pro 14-inch Apple M4 Chip 32GB RAM 1 TB Hard Drive

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Worship 7-6-25

WFR Worship

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 6, 2025 21:23

Instrumental

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Instrumental Christian Music 07 05 25

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 5, 2025 65:07

Enjoy an hour of Easy Listening Instrumental Christian Music. Each Saturday I will provide another hour of the Sweetest Sound in Town. We are a listener supported pod cast. If you have been blessed by our music I hope you will help with a tax deductible gift. You can donate on line with the Pay Pal tab on the bottom of this page. I will also be happy to send you an envelope for you to return a gift in or accept your Visa or MasterCard when you call our toll free number 1 888 382 0881. You can also send us your gift by mailing it to Shofar Broadcasting P.O. Box 1909 Charleston, W.V. 25327

PNFM - EP133 - TCI: Quando os Mortos Falam

Paranormal FM

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 4, 2025 68:06

No episódio de hoje, um papo sobre TCI, Transcomunicação Instrumental, um processo científico utilizado para comunicação com os mortos. === ACESSE NOSSO CANAL NO YOUTUBE ===https://www.youtube.com/@paranormalfm=== LOJA DE CAMISAS OFICIAS PNFM ===https://reserva.ink/paranormalfm=== APOIE O PARANORMAL FM ===Quer se tornar um apoiador deste projeto e nos ajudar a continuar melhorando a qualidade, além e se tornar uma peça importante na viabilização muitos outros projetos em diferentes mídias? Entre no nosso Apoia-se e faça parte da família Paranormal FM!https://apoia.se/paranormalfm=== Siga Paranormal FM nas redes sociais ===Instagram, Twitter e Facebook: @ParanormalFMEmail: paranormalfmpodcast@gmail.comSiga e avalie o Paranormal FM nas plataformas de streaming!Apresentação: Fernando Ribas e Leonardo MarquesVinhetas e Formato: Fernando RibasEdição: Athelas Soluções em ÁudioPauta: Elizabeth FariasSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Alternative To What? - Episode July 3, 2025

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 4, 2025

Playlist: big star - kangarooora cogan - secretlow - wordsal-qasar - bissaha tiaqaynathumbscrew - emojis have consequencesSUUNS - witness protectionjerusalem in my heart - layali al-raststeve lehman - 23cbeth gibbons - reaching outroyal canoe - show me your eyeselizabeth fraser - mosesmanu dibango - waka juju part 2violent femmes - country death songpanda bear - anywhere but heresharon van etten - femme fataleviolent femmes - gone daddy gonel'rain - uncertainty principlekevin breit - yearning soul rebellionlittle scream - dear leaderalsarah & the nubatones - soudanibasia bulat - the moonjeremy dutcher - jeremy dutchermatana roberts - her mighty waters run

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OWAW - Off-White Guilt

Primus Tracks

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 3, 2025 28:24

We conclude our Of Whales And Woe coverage with this sendoff instrumental that airs a bit of mystery with its abrupt conclusion and sound samples/field recordings. We take a stab at what it might all mean, but perhaps it's just a bit of wordplay. Final thoughts on OWAW, and a preview of what's to come.Get involvedInstagramFacebookEmailBurn your money

Creating an Inclusive & Diverse Gaming Community (Game On Expo)

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 3, 2025 52:35

Recorded live at Game On Expo, this panel features Ryan, Daphne, and Emily as we explore how creators can build inclusive and diverse communities both online and offline. From tabletop games to streaming and community moderation, they share real world strategies for making sure everyone feels welcome and respected.Follow Panelists:Emily GrieveTikTokInstagramTwitchDaphne GreeneInstagramRyan ToroInstagramWebsite (Gamers Guild)Follow Creatives Prevail:InstagramTikTokWe would love to hear from you! Please give us a review, this really helps get others to listen in. Any suggestions on how we can improve? DM us on Instagram or TikTok.Intro music: ‘Somebody' (Instrumental) by The Runner UpOutro music: ‘Let's Ride' (Instrumental) by Gabe KubandaHost: Mike ZimmerlichProduced by: Omelette PrevailPost-Production: EarthtoMoira

25 weeks / 176 days until Christmas! (Instrumental Christmas Song Battle)

Christmas Morning

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 2, 2025 25:11

We're back with some Christmas fun!

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Episode #174: Charlie Rosen

Improv Exchange Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2025 41:30

Rosen has been hailed by The New York Times as “insanely ambitious,” “a sort of bridge between genres and generations, embracing Broadway standards, pop songs and the music of Tetris.” Broadway World hailed his orchestrations for “Some Like it Hot” — co-written with Bryan Carter — as “explosive… another first-rate team.” Opined JazzTimes of the 8-Bit Big Band: “[These are] innovative spins on a hidden musical canon that's arguably just booting up.” In 2021, Grammy.com proclaimed him to be one of “6 Big Band Composers Pushing The Format Forward.” Rosen was born in 1990 in Los Angeles, to a bassoonist and music teacher mother and pianist, banjoist, and silent movie theater organist father. When Rosen was three, his father ascertained that he had perfect pitch, when he successfully distinguished piano keys by color without seeing them. “That's a black key, that's a white key,” Rosen remembers intuiting. Rosen played flute in an elementary school orchestra, but that didn't really take. “I played cello for a year. That didn't really take,” Rosen says. But as his single digits flowed into his doubles, he accordingly took guitar lessons, and proceeded to perform in bands. “That was my first exposure to what it means to collaborate with your musical peers,” Rosen says, “as opposed to receiving rote classical music from a teacher.” Large ensemble jazz grew to captivate him most; his father frequently took him to see big bands and jazz orchestras, and his mother brought him to her orchestra rehearsals and chamber music performances. Rosen became fascinated by the sheer numbers of the musicians, the volume, and the force of the moving air. Saxophones, flutes, trumpets, banjos, guitars, and mandolins were around the house. “That influenced my love of arranging and discovering new instruments,” Rosen says — and he learned one after the other. Despite his parents' love of musicals, Rosen initially gravitated far more to classic rock and jazz. Yet in his sophomore year of high school, he nabbed a role in the coming-of-age Broadway musical “13” — which not only featured an entire cast of teenagers, but an all-teen orchestra. This led him to the comedic historical rock musical “Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson” — conversely, a full-on professional production with adults. Both shows transferred to Broadway one year apart, before Rosen was old enough to drink. Rosen studied at Berklee College of Music for a few semesters; around 2010, he decided to focus on Broadway for good. At first, he was a multi-instrumentalist in a variety of pits, and it became clear he was capable of much more. “I started being like, ‘I'll do anything. I can transcribe your piano parts. I'll write sheet music. I'll write horn parts for you,'” Rosen recalls. “Just to get my name out there as somebody who could be part of music teams.” In 2012, he started his first New York large ensemble, dubbed Charlie Rosen's Broadway Big Band. He went on to work on a plethora of Broadway shows, as an orchestrator, music director, music supervisor, and more — from “Moulin Rouge” to “Be Home Chill” to “Some Like it Hot.” Already, Rosen was reimagining what a big band could do. “I would take songs from Broadway shows, like I do with the 8-Bit Big Band, and totally flip them on their head — rearrange them,” he says, “and I would ask singers from the Broadway community to front it.” He began a long-running residency at Midtown Manhattan's 54 Below, and “invited as many music directors, supervisors and composers — anybody I could possibly think of — to come to this thing.” The 54 Below residency demonstrated Rosen's swelling chops for old-school, Broadway-style arranging. Fast forward through years of shows and connections, and in 2018, Rosen launched the 8-Bit Big Band, and the lifelong gamer picked up the torch of the “Great Video Game Songbook.” To date, they have released four albums: 2018's “Press Start!,” 2019's “Choose Your Character,” 2021's “Backwards Compatible,” and 2023's “Game Changer.” In 2021, Rosen won a Grammy for Best Arrangement, Instrumental or A Capella. He won one Tony in 2020, for his work on “Moulin Rouge!, and another in 2023, for “Some Like It Hot.” Another Grammy followed in 2023, for his contributions to the latter production's cast recording. He was also nominated for both a Tony and Grammy award for his work on the groundbreaking 2022 Broadway show “A Strange Loop.”Other productions Rosen has worked on as a musician, composer, music supervisor, and/or orchestrator include “One Man, Two Guvnors”; “Cyrano de Bergerac”; “Honeymoon in Vegas”; “American Psycho”; “Prince of Broadway”; “Be More Chill”; “Moulin Rouge! The Musical”; and “A Strange Loop”. He was the musical director for the 2016 TV series “Maya & Marty,” and 2020's “Arthur Miller Foundation Honors,” and arranged, orchestrated, conducted, and/or composed for 2017's “The President Snow,” the 2021 documentary “Listening to Kenny G,” and that year's Billy Crystal comedy-drama “Here Today,” as well as the music producer for the 2023 film “Wonka.” What binds it all together is Rosen's unshakeable faith in the unrealized potential of a piece of music, especially as it relates to its function for dramatic storytelling. How the music functions to deliver a story, or deliver a feeling — “whether someones up there singing or not,” Rosen says. “Or whether it's creating an arrangement to support a singer singing in a specific way, or an instrumentalist to solo in a way they do best. “Whether it's your movie, song, orchestra, TV show, or Broadway show,” Rosen concludes, “it's all essentially the same instinct, but through instruments.” Marc Shaiman, a Tony-winning theater and Oscar-nominated film composer, described Mr. Rosen as a big talent, but without the eccentricities that sometimes come along for the ride. ‘It's the kind of talent where I almost want to hate him,' Mr. Shaiman said. ‘But I can't.' You don't get to be Charlie without being insanely ambitious, but I think it's really an ambition to have as much music in his life and in his head and in his mouth as he possibly can. He just loves making music.”

June 25 - Always

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2025 9:17

SCRIPTURE- Psalm 16:8 “I keep the Lord in mind always. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”REFLECTION- SarahMUSIC- "Near" Instrumental- "In Christ Alone" InstrumentalNOTES-

June 23 - Waiting

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 23, 2025 10:39

SCRIPTURE- Psalm 27: 14 “Wait for the Lord; be strong and courageous. Wait for the Lord.”REFLECTION- Sr. KarolynMUSIC- "Let Us Break Bread Together" Instrumental- "Wait for the Lord" TaizeNOTES-

June 20 - Move Forward

Bernstein & McKnight Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2025 13:32

SCRIPTURE- Genesis 19:17"And they brought them outside, and one said, 'Escape for your life. Do not look behind you, nor stop anywhere in the plain. Escape to the hills, lest you be swept away.'"REFLECTION- LaurenMUSIC- "To the Lamb" Instrumental- "Lead Me, Lord" InstrumentalNOTES- Concert Friday"Move" by MercyMeI′m not about to give upBecause I heard you sayThere's gonna be brighter daysThere′s gonna be brighter daysI won't stop, I'll keep my head upNo, I′m not here to stayThere′s gonna be brighter daysThere's gonna be brighter daysI just might bend, but I won′t breakAs long as I can see your faceWhen life won't play alongAnd right keeps going wrongAnd I can′t seem to find my wayI know where I am foundSo I won't let it drag me downNo, I′ll keep dancin' anywayI'm gonna move, moveI′m gonna move, moveI′m gonna move (I'm gonna move)I′ve got to hold her steadyKeep my head in the gameEverything is about to changeEverything is about to changeThis hurt is getting heavyBut I'm not about to caveEverything is about to changeThere′s gonna be brighter daysI just might bend, but I won't breakAs long as I can see your faceWhen life won′t play alongAnd right keeps going wrongAnd I can't seem to find my wayI know where I am foundSo I won't let it drag me downNo, I′ll keep dancin′ anyway(I'm gonna move)No matter what may comeGotta move to a different drum(Gonna move)No matter what life bringsGotta move, gotta move to a different beatNo matter what may comeGotta move to a different drumNo matter what life bringsGotta move, gotta move to a different beatI just might bend, but I won′t breakAs long as I can see your faceWhen life won't play alongAnd right keeps going wrongAnd I can′t seem to find my wayI know where I am foundSo I won't let it drag me downOh, I′ll keep dancin' anywayWhen life won't play alongAnd right keeps going wrongAnd I can′t seem to find my wayI know where I am foundSo I won′t let it drag me downOh, I'll keep dancin′ anyway(I'm gonna move)No matter what may come (I′m gonna move)Gotta move to a different drum(Gonna move)No matter what life bringsGotta move, gotta move to a different beat

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Craig Counsell's bullpen management has been instrumental in Cubs' success

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 19, 2025 8:57

Marshall Harris and Mark Grote discussed how Cubs manager Craig Counsell's bullpen management has been instrumental in the club's success this season.

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