Verse 1 Tiny white dust on a factory line Riding with the vitamins, single-file in time Keeps every little tablet smooth and clean So it slides down easy like a well-oiled machine They press it in the pill so it doesn’t ever stick Helps the powder flow soft, helps the tablets form thick Just a helper in the mix, not the star of the show But it shapes how the medicine is ready to go
When it hits your tongue, when it hits your throat You don’t feel its name, but it still gets a vote In how that capsule opens, how fast things start Magnesium stearate working quietly on your heart Chorus Magnesium stearate, riding through my gut Breaking into pieces as the coating’s cut Just a little bit of mag, just a little fat chain Mostly passing on through like a soft, quiet rain Magnesium stearate, not the one I taste Guiding all the actives so nothing goes to waste From the press to my body, it’s the ghost in the line Helping every dose hit right on time Verse 2 In the stomach acid, bonds start to unwind Magnesium splits off, stearic acid left behind Mag goes to the blood where the cells all wait An essential little spark in the biochemical state Stearic acid’s treated like another friendly fat Burned up for energy or stored, simple as that Most of what you swallow never even leaves a trace Just a transient traveler through your inner space
[Intro] They said “trust the money,” I said “look at the chart.” If value’s melting daily, that’s a ticking heart.
[Verse 1] Whole life they told me “save up, be wise” Stack the paper, play it safe, don’t improvise Watched ‘em double all the digits with a single vote While my hours in that stack stayed stuck afloat They call it “stimulus,” I call it quiet theft Skimming from the future ‘til there’s nothing left Same press, same spin, just a different year Same fuse burning, getting way too near
[Pre-Chorus] If your life is just your time and your time is what you trade Why park it in a system that’s designed to fade? If the base is built on sand and a promise not to shake You don’t fix that house, you leave the fault line break
[Chorus] Not your keys, not your flame, that’s the oldest play They sell you leaking buckets for your working day I’m done pouring my tomorrow into melting stone I’m moving all this fire where the rules are known Not your keys, not your time, they can keep that float I’d rather ride the storm on a single solid boat If the price of truth is walking out of ease I’ll face the blizzard cold and guard my own keys
[Verse 2] They wrapped the whole world in a paper dream Debt on top of debt like a Jenga scheme Every crisis solved with a bigger bet Push the line further, make the chain more set But you can’t print energy, can’t fake the watt Can’t pass a law to change what scarce is and what’s not So I stopped thinking “savings” as a fragile note Started thinking “savings” like a digital moat
[Pre-Chorus] When the unit you’re paid in bleeds while you sleep You’re running up a mountain that’s forever steep So I stepped off treadmills they dressed up as roads Started treating my future like a payload of nodes
[Chorus] Not your keys, not your flame, that’s the oldest play They sell you leaking buckets for your working day I’m done pouring my tomorrow into melting stone I’m moving all this fire where the rules are known Not your keys, not your time, they can keep that float I’d rather ride the storm on a single solid boat If the price of truth is walking out of ease I’ll face the blizzard cold and guard my own keys
[Bridge] They call this “normal,” but the curve says no Every cycle steeper than the one before We’re trading human hours for a sinking raft While a handful surf the swell on the printed craft But you can harden time, you can freeze that leak Lock it in a ledger where the math can’t cheat Fixed rules, hard cap, no backroom deals Just blocks stacking history into something real
[Verse 3] This is for the worker on the graveyard shift Watching grocery prices do a quiet lift This is for the saver watching years erode Wondering why the goalposts always get towed This is for the builder who can see the scam Knows you don’t fix gravity by changing the cam We’re not running from the fight, we’re changing the frame Putting time on a rail they can’t quietly maim
[Final Chorus] Not your keys, not your flame, write it on the wall If they custody your life, they can take it all I’m done staking decades on a melting base I’d rather face the truth than a friendly face Not your keys, not your time, that’s the line I draw In a world of rubber rules, I’ll choose one law If the cost of freedom is to feel this freeze I’ll walk into the storm and guard my own keys
Style: Minimal dark pop R&B track built around a hypnotic chorus hook: “tryin to go this party but my hair is wac” repeated several times. 105 BPM, half‑time drums, sub‑heavy bass, sparse keys, and atmospheric pads. Male vocal, slightly processed with autotune and delay, stacked background vocals on the words “party” and “wac”. Verses describe getting ready, staring in the mirror, and almost cancelling plans. Overall mood: anxious but catchy and club‑ready.
Chorus (you can loop this)
Tryin’ to go this party but my hair is wac Tryin’ to hit this party but my hair is wac I’m staring in the mirror like, “who is that?” Tryin’ to go this party but my hair is wac
Verse 1 (fill in with your own details)
Bathroom light buzzing, it’s a quarter to ten Comb on the counter, won’t go through it again Phone going crazy, “are you coming or nah?” Closet on the floor, every outfit I saw
Thinking everybody there gonna look on point While I’m fighting with this brush in a clouded joint Say I’m leaving in a minute but I’m stuck right here Just arguing with my refle that line, “and my hair is wac”
Bridge (self‑talk moment)
Maybe I should turn back, cancel on the ride Say I’m feeling sick and just stay inside But I’m tired of hiding every little crack So I’ll walk in with this hair and I won’t look back
Style: moody 80s-style synthwave fast pulsing beat, Post-modern, warm but edgy, detailed, ear-candy production with lots of micro-glitches, reverses, and granular textures, deep sub-bass, lush pads, female vocal with airy falsetto hooks, nighttime city vibe, Emotional, introspective, and paranoid tone
[Verse 1] Open up, here comes the day Photons falling in from a star far away They slide through the window of your clear front glass That dome on your face lets the sunlight pass First stop, a lens that can bend and squeeze Pulling distant mountains and your phone screen close with ease It sharpens all the colors on a tiny wall of nerves Where the picture’s upside down but the brain still learns the curves
[Pre-Chorus] Tiny gate in the center, widening in the dark Shrinking in the daylight like a camera’s heart Every little flicker, every flash, every spark Starts as just a wave before it ever leaves a mark
[Chorus] That’s how your eyes turn light into a story Turn a million little rays into roads and roofs and glory They don’t see the world, just patterns in the beams And your mind paints the movie from the data in the streams From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark They’re carving out the shapes of all the colors in the dark
[Verse 2] On the back of the sphere there’s a living screen Packed tight with cells where the picture gets seen Some love the low light, some chase the bright Some only wake up when there’s color in the night They catch every shimmer like a net of sand Turn waves into whispers your nerves can understand Little pulses travel down a bundled silver wire Carrying the outline of your whole visible empire
[Pre-Chorus] Two separate cameras looking out from your skull Send slightly different angles to a processor full It stitches them together into depth and space So you don’t just see the world, you feel the distance in its face
[Chorus] That’s how your eyes turn light into a story Turn a million little rays into roads and roofs and glory They don’t see the world, just patterns in the beams And your mind paints the movie from the data in the streams From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark They’re carving out the shapes of all the colors in the dark
[Bridge] There’s a blind little doorway where the wires all leave No pixels in that patch, but your brain won’t believe It fills in the missing with a careful guess Smooths out the absence so you don’t feel less You think you see everything laid bare and true But half of what you’re seeing is a story built by you
[Final Chorus] That’s how your eyes turn light into a story Turn a chaos of reflections into ordered inventory They don’t touch the world, just waves that pass through glass But your mind makes a universe from every light that lands From the cornea to cortex, signal after spark They keep on drawing meaning from the brightness and the dark That’s how your eyes keep showing you the view Turning raw light into “this is me” and “this is you.”
Today I worked on creating various elaborate seaside rooms for Isca island. The architecture is based on Greek Island architecture, with that wonderful whitewashed look. Traditional cave houses (yposkafa) are literally carved into volcanic rock or slopes and are partially or fully underground. Eventually I need to make the Isca style not an exact duplicate of that style.
Main problems working with Midjourney and Nano Banana:
Midjourney kept adding Santoini style islands just offshore in the ocean view. This was obviously due to the fact that the interiors are inspired by Greek Island style.
I struggled with getting the bright, warm light filling the rooms. I ended up using an external editor to adjust brightness and contrast.
To get a sense of depth I need to use the “zoomed out 2x” feature in Midjourney, which create a kind of corridor that leads to the original room that was produced.
I started with this prompt:
A vast, carved-into-the-cliff Greek island cave interior, entirely whitewashed in Cycladic style, on the scale of a cathedral or airport terminal.
The living space is extremely large and elaborate: endless smooth plaster walls, vaulted and domed ceilings, thick rounded columns, and flowing cave-like corridors. Dozens of built-in niches, alcoves, and sculpted cubby holes line the walls, some used as seating, bookshelves, or display shelves with ceramics and seashells; others are empty, purely architectural recesses.
Rounded doorways and archways of varying sizes connect semi-hidden rooms and mezzanines, creating a labyrinth of softly curved openings. The ceiling is high and organic, with continuous curves and occasional skylight shafts where daylight pours in, making the white surfaces glow.
The floor is pale stone or polished white plaster with gentle level changes, built-in benches, and low, integrated sofas, all in the same continuous white material. Style references: Santorini and Cycladic cave houses with no sharp edges, minimal decor, and sculpted built-in furniture, but expanded to a monumental, almost surreal scale. The mood is serene, cool, and airy, with subtle shadows emphasizing depth in the niches and round doors.
Here are variations each having slightly different brightness adjustments. In this regard, I was most happy with first image here:
I added a character to make the sense a bit less empty. I uploaded a photo of her for reference:
The scene looked a bit pristine so I added “Make the rooms look lived in but not messy. I also changed her clothing: “She walks down the lower staircase in summery black wool wear (two piece)”.
She looks like a bit floaty and precarious, but it’s not bad overall.
I added a few more people as a test:
Well, now she’s walking quite daintily and not descending the lower staircase. Also, the other people shouldn’t be Caucasian. New attempt: “she walks down the lower staircase in summery black wool wear (two piece). make the rooms look lived in but not messy. also having a couple of other people of mixed race walking around and sitting.”
OK, not bad. I’ll call it a day. To truly finish I need the following, at least:
More unique Iscaian take on cave buildings
More authentic people and activities
Encourage even less pristine interiors, make it look less like an architectural mock-up
A mechanism to close the roof of this room
Make the woman less dainty and more like an amateur investigator
Maybe a little railing to protect people from falling down the lower stairs!
Here is the prompt to create this, using the photos below as inspiration:
Create a grand living room that’s 100 foot tall, with many tiers and seating areas. with light streaming through skylights. popular with plants and use the interior photos for inspiration. huge tall windows look out onto the crashing waves of the ocean. The pictured woman is seated in the room.
But it wasn’t sunny enough so, I asked Perplexity to rewrite the prompt:
Create a grand, sun‑drenched living room that is around 100 feet tall, with many tiers and seating areas cascading down toward the center. Harsh, bright midday sunlight pours through large skylights above, casting strong beams and long, well‑defined shadows across the floors, steps, and furniture. The space is lush with plants, especially large tropical varieties, thriving in the intense sunlight, and the layout and style feel like a modern, sculptural interior photograph. Huge, tall windows look out onto crashing ocean waves, with glittering reflections of the sun on the water. A woman is seated comfortably in the living room, partially lit by the sunlight, relaxing and observing the space. Overall lighting: bright, warm golden sunlight, high contrast, crisp highlights and deep but natural shadows, soft haze in the sunbeams, slight lens flare, sun‑kissed atmosphere, no artificial lights turned on, no gloomy or overcast mood.
Yielded this:
Yeah, definitely not bright enough for me. So I asked perplexity to make it a stark white, bright sun:
Create a grand living room that’s around 100 feet tall, with many tiers and seating areas. The room is flooded with stark white, very bright daylight, like clear midday sun. Hard white sunlight pours through the skylights, creating crisp, high‑contrast shadows with no warm golden tint. The plants and seating areas are lit by this pure white light, with bright white highlights and deep, clean shadows, almost high‑key. Huge tall windows look out onto crashing ocean waves, also lit by harsh white daylight with bright white reflections on the water. A woman is seated in the room, clearly visible, her face and body lit by stark white sunlight from above and the windows. Lighting: neutral 5600–6500K daylight, very bright, high contrast, strong white highlights, no warm color grading, no golden hour, no moody or dim lighting.
Now that’s brighter but too much of a cool white. The crashing waves seem a little too close to, and we lost the nice second floor. I went back to the previous image, and ask to make it brighter and warmer. I got this as a results:
