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INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('1', 'wR-M7pyLHoM', 'Echoes of Ravenhead', '2025-10-03', '1980s-style', '[Intro][Synth Pad][Ethereal Echoes]\r\nThe ovens sleep, the furnaces are cold\r\nA whispered tale, centuries old\r\nRavenhead’s phantom, in the twilight’s gleam\r\nHaunting the fragments of a forgotten dream\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Melancholy Synth Arpeggio][Haunting Vocals]\r\nWhere molten rivers once did brightly flow\r\nNow broken glass lies silent in the snow\r\nThe air hangs heavy, with a ghostly sigh\r\nOf roaring furnaces beneath a Stygian sky\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Distant Industrial Sounds][Low, Resonant Bass]\r\nI see the figures, ghosts in sweat and grime\r\nToiling in the heat, defying space and time\r\nTheir shadows dance, where shadows ought to be\r\nA symphony of clatter, wild and free\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Synth Line][Sense of Nostalgia]\r\nThe glass took shape, a miracle of fire\r\nReflecting futures, reaching ever higher\r\nNow only echoes linger in the air\r\nA silent testament to what was once there\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Driving Synth Beat][Soaring, Melancholy Melody]\r\nOh, Ravenhead, your spirit still remains\r\nIn shattered panes and forgotten plains\r\nThe fire’s gone, the vibrant colours fade\r\nA silent requiem, for the life we made\r\nThe heart of industry, now a hollow shell\r\nA spectral story, the glassmakers tell\r\n\r\n[Verse 3][Deeper, Darker Synth Tones][More Intense Vocals]\r\nI walk the ruins, where the shadows crawl\r\nAnd hear the laughter, bouncing off the wall\r\nOf children playing, with a future bright\r\nLost in the haze of artificial light\r\n\r\n[Verse 4][Faint Echoes of Hammering][Sense of Loss]\r\nThe molten breath, that kissed the cooling mould\r\nNow just a rumour, growing ever cold\r\nA bitter sweetness, in the memory’s sting\r\nOf songs the working hands would often sing\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Synth Line][Sense of Nostalgia]\r\nThe glass took shape, a miracle of fire\r\nReflecting futures, reaching ever higher\r\nNow only echoes linger in the air\r\nA silent testament to what was once there\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Driving Synth Beat][Soaring, Melancholy Melody]\r\nOh, Ravenhead, your spirit still remains\r\nIn shattered panes and forgotten plains\r\nThe fire’s gone, the vibrant colours fade\r\nA silent requiem, for the life we made\r\nThe heart of industry, now a hollow shell\r\nA spectral story, the glassmakers tell\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Ambient Pads][Reflective Tone]\r\nThe red-hot glow, a memory so clear\r\nNow just a phantom, banishing all fear\r\nOf progress marching, leaving scars behind\r\nA poignant beauty, for the searching mind\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melodic, Echoing][Fading Industrial Sounds]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Driving Synth Beat][Soaring, Melancholy Melody]\r\nOh, Ravenhead, your spirit still remains\r\nIn shattered panes and forgotten plains\r\nThe fire’s gone, the vibrant colours fade\r\nA silent requiem, for the life we made\r\nThe heart of industry, now a hollow shell\r\nA spectral story, the glassmakers tell\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth][Whispered Vocals][Lingering Echoes]\r\nRavenhead… Ravenhead…\r\nThe silence falls… the past is dead…\r\nOnly the glass… remembers still…\r\nOn this forgotten… lonely hill…\r\n[Synth Fade Out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('2', 'eTBRmQrApxY', 'Not My Forte', '2025-09-08', 'Roger Crooner', '\r\nShe had a lovely smile on her made-up face,\r\nA pretty dress that looked like lace.\r\nNice stockings and high-heel shoes…\r\nI’d thought that she was adequately special.\r\n\r\nMarjorie… I thought she might have been the one.\r\nI don’t think of myself as fussy—not at all.\r\nBut she had… poor personal hygiene.\r\nAbiding things like that is not my forte.\r\n\r\nAnd love shouldn’t smell of yesterday’s regrets,\r\nOr faint perspiration round the silhouette.\r\nI need a woman starched and fully pressed,\r\nEmotionally tidy… and orally blessed.\r\n\r\nSo I smiled… and said I’d call again sometime.\r\nShe said, “Don’t bother, Roger… truth be told?\r\nYou’re a bit too stiff for me.”\r\n…Perhaps she had a point.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('3', 'PZmAXQlHEnI', 'Zack\'s Kryptonite', '2025-09-04', 'Floyd Goggins (The Britpop Signature)', '[Chorus]\r\nHow can we find Zack\'s Kryptonite\r\nWhat will be our trick?\r\nWe\'re racking our brains to find dirt and smears\r\nBut nothing wants to stick\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nThe briefing packs are thin tonight,\r\nNo skeletons that shine.\r\nWe can\'t just peddle the old lies,\r\nHis star\'s a different sign.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nHow do we fracture, how to break,\r\nA man who\'s playing fair?\r\nWe need a truth and twist its spine,\r\nAnd manufacture care.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nHow can we find Zack\'s Kryptonite\r\nWhat will be our trick?\r\nWe\'re racking our brains to find dirt and smears\r\nBut nothing wants to stick\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nYou’re searching for his Kryptonite?\r\nYou’re looking at it wrong.\r\nIt isn’t in some hidden vice,\r\nIt’s that his conscience is too strong.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nYou can’t corrupt a transparent man,\r\nOr shame a honest fight.\r\nYour only trick’s a feeble plan:\r\nTo scream and bark and bite.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, How can we find Zack\'s Kryptonite\r\nWhat will be our trick?\r\nWe\'re racking our brains to find dirt and smears\r\nBut nothing wants to stick', 'Vocals by Floyd Goggins (Surname inspired by Walton Goggins in \"Justified\"). A recurring character for Britpop and satiric-alternative tracks.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('4', '-1SQIJSba9E', 'Obsidian Tears', '2025-10-06', 'The Velvet Grave (Gothic Art-Rock)', '[Intro][Slow, gritty art-rock][Baritone Vocal]\r\nThe streetlights bleed a sickly hue\r\nAnother night, the city through\r\nA whisper carried on the breeze\r\nOf wilting flowers, dying trees\r\n\r\n[Verse][World-weary Tone]\r\nI see the cracks begin to show\r\nIn painted smiles, the seeds they sow\r\nA fragile shell, about to break\r\nFor goodness gracious, pity\'s sake\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension]\r\nThe air grows thin, the shadows creep\r\nSecrets that the pavement keep\r\nA fading light, a final sigh\r\nAs beauty learns it\'s time to die\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Mournful Melody]\r\nOh, fragility, a whispered name\r\n consumed by the encroaching flame\r\n inevitability, a steady hand\r\nacross this weary, shifting sand\r\n\r\n[Verse][Baritone Reflection]\r\nThe laughter echoes, hollow now\r\nBeneath a sky that won\'t allow\r\nA moment more of borrowed grace\r\nBefore time erases every trace\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Sense of Resignation]\r\nThe colors drain, the edges blur\r\nA silent, slow, impending stir\r\nOf what must be, of what will fall\r\nAn answer to the final call\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholic Repetition]\r\nOh, fragility, a whispered name\r\n consumed by the encroaching flame\r\n inevitability, a steady hand\r\nacross this weary, shifting sand\r\n\r\n[Saxophone Solo][Mournful, Melodic][David Bowie Style]\r\n(Instrumental - Saxophone carries the weight of the emotion, weaving a tale of sorrow and acceptance)\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Art-Rock Undertones]\r\nWe build our castles, tall and grand\r\nOn shifting dunes, on sinking land\r\nA temporary, fleeting dream\r\nAgainst the overwhelming stream\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Final, Fading Echo]\r\nOh, fragility, a whispered name\r\n consumed by the encroaching flame\r\n inevitability, a steady hand\r\nacross this weary, shifting sand\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Gritty Rock][Baritone Fade]\r\nThe sand... it slips...\r\nA final breath...\r\nThe quiet creeps...\r\nTowards the death...\r\n[Fade Out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('5', '8eDVSf3FYNg', 'Western Values', '2025-09-11', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', 'Selective compassion\r\nBulk-order democracy\r\nOpen minds… closed borders\r\nFree markets… fixed outcomes\r\n\r\nWe sell human rights…\r\nWith embargoes attached\r\nWe preach transparency…\r\nFrom inside the boardroom\r\n\r\nLiberty… equality…\r\nLuxury-brand hypocrisy\r\nAll lives matter…\r\nBut some balances are bigger\r\n\r\nShoot some missiles\r\nFly some drones\r\nAt the baddies\r\nTake them out.\r\nLethal Aid\r\nSell some weapons\r\nTo the goodies\r\nPrecious allies\r\n\r\nWestern values', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('6', 'NK8U_eSPHKI', 'Season Ticket Dream', '2025-09-14', 'Folk', '[Verse 1]\r\nIt\'s the weekend again\r\nAnd I\'m going to watch my team\r\nDown at the Saints ground\r\nI\'ll meet with all my pals\r\nIt\'s a proper camaraderie\r\nA clique you cannot beat\r\nHappy in my place\r\nIn my season ticket seat\r\n\r\n[Chorus – full band, crowd vocals]\r\nOhhhh… Saints! You give us the best days of our lives!\r\nThrough rain and wins and painful blows, you’re still our pride and joy!\r\nFrom that first whistle to the final cheer…\r\nWe’ll follow you through every passing year!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI\'ve got my red and white cap on\r\nAnd a rugby shirt as well\r\nI\'ve never played the game myself\r\nBut at the ref I\'ll yell\r\nI\'ll moan about decisions\r\nI\'ll curse his wretched brain\r\nShouting \"Are you blind, you fool?\"\r\n\"Oh, not this crap again!\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus  – full band, crowd vocals]\r\nOhhhh… Saints! You give us the best days of our lives!\r\nThrough rain and wins and painful blows, you’re still our pride and joy!\r\nFrom that first whistle to the final cheer…\r\nWe’ll follow you through every passing year!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nWhen we win we\'re happy\r\nThat\'s when we celebrate\r\nBut if we lose the air is blue\r\nAs we leave through the gate\r\nLose or win, our moods defined\r\nThe talk throughout the week\r\nSometimes we\'re euphoric\r\nOther times it\'s bleak\r\n\r\n[Outro – music softens slightly, sung warmly]\r\nYeah… Saints…\r\nYou give us the best days of our lives…\r\nBest days of our lives…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('7', 'pmkn8_U7Bos', 'Killin\' Injuns', '2025-09-01', 'Clyde (Classic Outlaw)', 'Oh I spend my days killin\' Injuns\r\nIt\'s my recreation of the day\r\nI really go to town killin\' Injuns\r\nI get to do it every different way\r\n\r\nI set out early in the mornin\'\r\nTry to get a chance to bag a few\r\nSometimes I get real downhearted\r\n\'Cos sometimes I get no more than two\r\n\r\nI make my living outta Injuns\r\nPeople buy their scalps as souvenirs\r\nWhen I get homewards in the evening \r\nI spend my hard earned cash buying beers\r\n\r\nPeople sometimes say that I\'m a slayer\r\nMany crimes committed by my hand\r\nBut I\'ll carry on my own ways\r\nSome folks, they\'ll never understand\r\n\r\nOne day I guess I\'ll be retirin\'\r\nI\'m having thoughts of how I\'ll settle down\r\nMaybe set up business as a butcher\r\nAnd then I\'ll spend my days killin\' cows.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('8', '47t4JzTL0po', 'Biscuit-Gate', '2025-11-13', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro]\r\nI AM MOTHERFLIPPING FURIOUS!\r\n\r\n[Verse][Furious Punk]\r\nFor two weeks in a row now, mum has failed to get my favourite biscuits!\r\nIt\'s a travesty, a culinary crime, a total biscuit-based crisis!\r\nThe digestive situation is dire, the bourbons are a no-show.\r\nI\'m talking about the chocolate ones, the ones that make my spirit glow!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Aggressive Build-up]\r\nShe\'s out there buying oatcakes, and bloody fruitcake too!\r\nDoesn\'t she understand my needs? This will not do!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Explosive Punk Anthem]\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! It\'s a national disgrace!\r\nMy sugar levels are plummeting, I can\'t keep up the pace!\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! Mum, you\'ve gone too far!\r\nI\'m on the warpath now, beneath a biscuit-deprived star!\r\n\r\n[Verse][Slightly Calmer, but still Pissed]\r\nI tried explaining, I really did, with a reasoned, calm appeal.\r\nI showed her pictures on my phone, of how the cravings feel.\r\nShe just patted my head and said, \"Don\'t you worry, dear.\"\r\nBut her eyes held a glint of mischief, filled with punk rock fear!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Rage]\r\nShe\'s munching on some low-fat crackers, with a smug, infuriating grin!\r\nShe\'s forgotten my sweet tooth, where do I even begin?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][More Furious Punk]\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! It\'s a national disgrace!\r\nMy sugar levels are plummeting, I can\'t keep up the pace!\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! Mum, you\'ve gone too far!\r\nI\'m on the warpath now, beneath a biscuit-deprived star!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Spoken Word, Mocking]\r\n\"Oh, you want your Jammie Dodgers? Are you sure, darling? They have a lot of sugar.\"\r\n(Scoffs) A lot of sugar? That\'s the POINT, woman! It\'s a BISCUIT! It\'s SUPPOSED to have sugar!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Chaotic and Fast]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full-blown Punk Fury]\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! It\'s a national disgrace!\r\nMy sugar levels are plummeting, I can\'t keep up the pace!\r\nBISCUIT-GATE! Mum, you\'ve gone too far!\r\nI\'m on the warpath now, beneath a biscuit-deprived star!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Out with Shouting]\r\nNo more Rich Teas! No more Gingernuts! I want my CHOCOLATE DIGESTIVES! YOU HEAR ME, MUM?! BISCUIT-GATE! Aaargh!\r\n', 'High-frequency subversive rants about digital dystopia and modern life.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('9', 'O_aAdv24FvY', 'Surrender Your Warmth (Roadhouse)', '2025-09-20', 'Roadhouse', '(Verse 1)\r\nA flicker of light… down a hallway of dust.\r\nA smile too wide… in a frame of rust.\r\nThe sound of a scream… wrapped in velvet and lace.\r\nI found your secret… in that hollow space.\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nI found your secret… beneath the floor\r\nThat familiar smile… I can’t ignore\r\nYou breathe in slow-motion… I taste the glow\r\nNow nowhere’s safe… and no one knows\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nAnd it feels so strange… so terribly true.\r\nI’m falling down… deep into you.\r\nA world of whispers… behind the door…\r\nI don’t wanna know… anymore…\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nSo surrender your warmth… to me, my love\r\nThat tender fire… you’re so proud of\r\nLet the darkness pull you under\r\nLet our silence tear the night apart…\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nAnd it feels so strange… so terribly true.\r\nI’m falling down… deep into you.\r\nA world of whispers… behind the door…\r\nI don’t wanna know… anymore…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('10', '85WSfNb9Svw', 'Blood And Tequila', '2025-10-27', 'The Velvet Grave (Gothic Art-Rock)', '[Intro][Spaghetti Western Vibe]\r\n(Sound of a rattlesnake, then a dusty, twangy guitar riff)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Desert Heat, Gritty Dialogue]\r\nDust devil dancin\' on the cracked asphalt\r\nGhost town whispers, ain\'t nobody\'s fault\r\nSeth and Richie, on the run again\r\nChasin\' somethin\' more than just a ten\r\nGot the cops on their tail, the devil in their eyes\r\nLookin\' for a haven under blood-red skies\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension, Unease]\r\n\"We\'re going south,\" Seth drawls with a grin\r\n\"Takin\' this dive, forget where we\'ve been.\"\r\nBut the truckers ain\'t friendly, the air\'s thick with dread\r\nThe welcome\'s a bite, not a handshake instead.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Sudden Shift, Vampire Thriller]\r\nWelcome to the Titty Twister, a neon-lit hell\r\nWhere the liquor flows freely, and the stories they tell\r\nAre of creatures of the night, with fangs sharp and long\r\nAnd the music gets louder, as the blood starts to throng!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Twisted Funhouse, Desperation]\r\nSantanico Pandemonium, a vision in lace\r\nDancin\' with serpents, a dangerous embrace.\r\nThe brothers are trapped, the door\'s locked up tight\r\nThis ain\'t no roadside stop, this is a fight!\r\nFrom outlaws to prey, the tables have turned\r\nLessons of survival, brutally learned.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Intensified, Action-Packed]\r\nWelcome to the Titty Twister, a neon-lit hell\r\nWhere the liquor flows freely, and the stories they tell\r\nAre of creatures of the night, with fangs sharp and long\r\nAnd the music gets louder, as the blood starts to throng!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Desperate Stand, Rock Anthem]\r\nGuns are drawn, stakes are raised high\r\nNo turnin\' back now, gotta fight or you die!\r\nThe dawn is comin\', but it\'s a long way off\r\nFrom this den of vampires, we gotta get soft!\r\nNo surrender! No retreat!\r\nStakin\' these vamps to a backbeat!\r\nThe dawn is comin\', but the night\'s not done!\r\nWe fight \'til we see the sun!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Fast, Chaotic, with Wah Pedal]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fierce, Victorious Roar]\r\nSurvived the Titty Twister, the neon-lit hell\r\nEscaped the creatures of the night, with fangs sharp and long\r\nThe sun is breakin\', the nightmare is gone\r\nBut the scars remain, where the darkness had drawn!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fade Out, Lingering Menace]\r\n(Sound of a truck driving away, then a faint, distant hiss)\r\n\"We\'re going to Mexico...\"\r\n[Whispered] \"And we\'re gonna have some fun.\"', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('11', 'n34QxabgJSw', 'Just Wide Awake', '2025-11-24', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1] [Dark, introspective]\r\nCracked mirror, stares back cold\r\nA face I know, a story told\r\nOf whispers in the padded cell\r\nWhere sanity began to fail\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building tension]\r\nThey say I\'m lost, beyond repair\r\nA broken mind, beyond compare\r\nBut in the cracks, a light I see\r\nA different kind of reality\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, anthemic]\r\nI\'m not insane, just wide awake\r\nLiving a truth, you cannot take\r\nBeyond the bars, a world unknown\r\nWhere seeds of madness have been sown\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Descriptive, unsettling]\r\nThe doctor smiles, a plastic grin\r\nPushes pills, to bury sin\r\nBut chemicals can\'t hold the key\r\nTo unlock what I\'m meant to be\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building tension]\r\nThey say I\'m lost, beyond repair\r\nA broken mind, beyond compare\r\nBut in the cracks, a light I see\r\nA different kind of reality\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, anthemic]\r\nI\'m not insane, just wide awake\r\nLiving a truth, you cannot take\r\nBeyond the bars, a world unknown\r\nWhere seeds of madness have been sown\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Spoken word, slightly manic]\r\nCan you hear them? The voices call\r\nThey echo down these sterile halls\r\nThey understand, they feel my pain\r\nThey know I\'ll break these chains again\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, anthemic]\r\nI\'m not insane, just wide awake\r\nLiving a truth, you cannot take\r\nBeyond the bars, a world unknown\r\nWhere seeds of madness have been sown\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading, echoing]\r\nWide awake... wide awake...\r\nThe seeds are sown...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('12', 'w8PfOj4xbAs', 'Through The Velvet Glass (Single Mix)', '2025-09-20', 'Lynchian', '[Verse 1]\r\nThe night is a liquid, a deep indblue\r\nPoolin\' \'round my shoes.\r\nI wait for a signal, a flicker of you\r\nIn the static of the news.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nAnd I dream… through the velvet glass.\r\nWhere the moments slow… and the memories pass.\r\nA shape in the fog… on the landing above.\r\nIt’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe coffee’s gone cold in its china cup.\r\nThe pattern’s all wrong here.\r\nI try to stand up… but I feel myself fall… up.\r\nThe ceiling’s a silent mirror.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nAnd I dream… through the velvet glass.\r\nWhere the moments slow… and the memories pass.\r\nA shape in the fog… on the landing above.\r\nIt’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.\r\n\r\n[Instrumental Break - saxophone]\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nThe telephone wires… hum a dead tune.\r\nIt’s always 3 a.m.… in this room.\r\nThe curtain it moves… but there’s no wind at all.\r\nI hear my own name… in a silent call.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - Whispered, more fragmented]\r\nAnd I dream… (through the glass)…\r\nWhere the moments… (slow)…\r\nA shape in the fog…\r\nIt’s not you… it’s not you…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('13', 'BoblnRyXFjo', 'The Balloon Is a Lie', '2025-11-03', 'The Embittered Poet (Morrissey-esque)', '[Verse][Morrissey Style]\r\nThey gather \'round the sterile kitchen\r\nA chorus of grinning, vacant souls\r\nI clutch my warm can of cola\r\nAnd feel my sense of self erode.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholy Baritone]\r\nOh, the balloon is a lie, a papery sphere of deceit\r\nFloating above the beige carpet, a symbol of joy bittersweet.\r\nAnother year older, another year closer to the abyss,\r\nWhile they sing of cake and pleasantries, I drown in this existential hiss.\r\n\r\n[Verse][Wistful Acoustic Guitar]\r\nHis name, I think, is David, or perhaps it\'s Stephen?\r\nHe offered me a biscuit once, a gesture so deeply unfeeling.\r\nNow they\'ve presented him with a voucher, a token of forced esteem,\r\nAnd I\'m trapped in this fluorescent purgatory, living out a plastic dream.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building String Section]\r\nThe small talk like a suffocating fog,\r\nEach forced laugh a tiny, painful prod.\r\nIs this all there is? This mundane charade?\r\nA manufactured happiness, a masquerade.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full Band, Dramatic]\r\nOh, the balloon is a lie, a papery sphere of deceit\r\nFloating above the beige carpet, a symbol of joy bittersweet.\r\nAnother year older, another year closer to the abyss,\r\nWhile they sing of cake and pleasantries, I drown in this existential hiss.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Solemn Piano]\r\nThe cake, a saccharine monstrosity, adorned with tasteless icing,\r\nEach slice a concession, a surrender to the rising tide of \'nice\'.\r\nI watch them chew, their faces bland, devoid of inner strife,\r\nOh, to escape this corporate cradle, this vapid excuse for life.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Defiant, Almost Shouting]\r\nYes, the balloon is a lie, a papery sphere of deceit!\r\nFloating above the beige carpet, a symbol of joy bittersweet!\r\nAnother year older, another year closer to the abyss,\r\nWhile they sing of cake and pleasantries, I drown in this existential hiss!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Strings and Morrissey\'s Spoken Word]\r\nAnd the balloon... it just bobs there. Mocking.\r\nSuch... effort. For what?\r\nAnother quarterly report, perhaps.\r\nOne can only assume.\r\n[Fade Out]', 'A major success. 135 views. Noted by Barcelona composer Jesús Acebedo as \"Absolutely Amazing!\". A blend of Morrissey-esque existentialism and corporate purgatory.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('14', 'ZJ9VCpZGnbY', 'Please, Stop', '2025-10-06', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro][Art-Pop][Minimalist]\r\n(Sound of a camera shutter clicking repeatedly, followed by a faint, almost imperceptible synth hum)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Deadpan Vocal]\r\nAnother Tuesday, another canvas stretched taut\r\nAcross the forearm, a story, meticulously wrought\r\nShe tags the artist, the ink, the pain, the sheer delight\r\n\"Embracing my journey,\" she types, bathed in screen light.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Hypnotic]\r\nThe algorithm hums, a digital shrine\r\nEach like a drop, she thirsts for more, oh so divine\r\nThe captions bloom, a garden of self-praise\r\nBut in the quiet corners, a different thought takes its phase.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]\r\n\"Please, stop,\" they whisper, a collective, silent plea\r\nBehind the scrolling thumbs, the apathy, the ennui\r\nAnother dragon coiled, a skull with vacant eyes\r\nJust ink on skin, beneath the digital skies.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Deadpan Vocal]\r\nHer collarbone now sports a minimalist fern\r\nA nod to nature, a lesson she claims to learn\r\nShe\'s curated an image, a gallery of art\r\nEach piece a declaration, tearing her doubts apart.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Hypnotic]\r\nThe notifications chime, a Pavlovian delight\r\nA validation hit, to carry her through the night\r\nThe stories overflow, a constant, vibrant stream\r\nBut is it truly joy, or just a faded dream?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]\r\n\"Please, stop,\" they murmur, a digital sigh\r\nLost in the echo chamber, where truths often lie\r\nAnother mandala blooming, a rose with velvet stain\r\nJust ink on skin, a whisper in the digital rain.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Observational][Melancholy]\r\nShe seeks an audience, a mirror to reflect\r\nThe person she imagines, the one she can protect\r\nFrom the quiet void, the self-doubt\'s icy grip\r\nBut the validation fades, with every passing clip.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop][Wry Observation]\r\n\"Please, stop,\" they mutter, a weary, gentle sound\r\nAs the endless feed continues, on and on, profound\r\nAnother constellation, a star with fading gleam\r\nJust ink on skin, a fleeting, digital dream.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Minimalist][Fading]\r\n(Camera shutter clicks, slower now, more deliberate. Synth hum fades out with a final, dissonant chord.)\r\nPlease, stop...\r\n(Silence)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('15', 'eAYgKjSsBVU', 'Pennywhistle on the Portobello Road', '2025-09-12', 'Folk', '(Verse 1)\r\nThe rain has washed the cobbles clean, a silver, shiny sheet\r\nThe barrow boys are shouting out the price of fruit and meat\r\nBut I\'ve a tune that costs you nothing, just a moment of your day\r\nI\'ll pipe the grey right out the clouds and blow it all away\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOh, pennywhistle on the Portobello Road\r\nA penny for a story, a shilling for a load\r\nOf all the dreams that tarnish when the morning gets too old\r\nOn the pennywhistle on the Portobello Road\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nI saw a girl in velvet, with a flower in her hair\r\nShe bought a cracked blue teacup with a kind of distant stare\r\nShe said it held the memories of a love she never knew\r\nI played a waltz for ghosts like that, for her and her crew\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOh, pennywhistle on the Portobello Road...\r\n(Instrumental break - pennywhistle solo over a rhythmic guitar strum)\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nThe man from number forty buys the same old brass-bound clock\r\nHe winds it every market day but still it will not talk\r\nI think it keeps its ticking for a time he left behind\r\nSome secrets aren\'t for selling, they\'re just etched into the mind\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\n(Spoken, over a fading whistle note)\r\nPenny for a story... penny for a tune... all gone now. All gone \'til next week.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('16', 'UlaWmhlTdcY', 'He\'s not a mate any more', '2025-09-05', 'Floyd Goggins (The Britpop Signature)', 'Came across a mate online the other day\r\nI said, \"Hey I\'ve been making some tunes\r\nDo you wanna listen \'em?\"\r\nHe said \"Not now, maybe later.\"\r\nIt got later, so I gave him a nudge.\r\nI asked \"Are you going to listen to my tunes or what?\"\r\nHe asked for a link, so I gave him a link.\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nHe said \"Oi, yer usin\' that AI, aren\'t ya?\" \r\n\'Ey Aye.\"\r\nAnd then he said\r\n\"I hate it, nearly as much as you, I do.\r\nDon\'t ask me to listen to any more.\r\nIf I want to be bored I\'ll watch the news.\"\r\n\r\nOh he\'s not a mate any more\r\n\r\nOh he\'s not a mate any more\r\n\r\nOh he\'s not a mate any more\r\n\r\nOh he\'s not a mate any more\r\n\r\n\r\nWhat\'s happening?\r\nOh\r\n\r\nPlease Like and Subscribe\r\ny\'know it doesn\'t take a lot\r\nthere\'s no heavy lifting\r\nand there isn\'t any cost\r\n\r\nJust click on some buttons\r\nthere isn\'t any pain\r\nOi - Go on! Go on!', 'Vocals by Floyd Goggins (Surname inspired by Walton Goggins in \"Justified\"). A recurring character for Britpop and satiric-alternative tracks.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('17', 'J8n9A6v5S-M', 'The Masks They Wear', '2025-10-08', 'Clyde Jr. (The Digital Mystic)', '[Intro][Wailing Saxophone][Resonant Bass]\r\n[Verse 1][Observational][Somber Tone]\r\nAnother face in the crowd, a carefully constructed smile\r\nPlaying a part, a practiced vow, for a little while\r\nThe script is written, the lines are worn, rehearsed a thousand times\r\nBut the truth, it waits to be born, behind these pantomimes\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholy]\r\nOh, the masks they wear, thin as ice, so easy to crack\r\nA fragile peace, a grand device, no turning back\r\nThe sincerity frayed, a tattered lace, a hollow sound\r\nLost in the game, in this empty space, on shaky ground\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Observational][Building Intensity]\r\nHe says he\'s fine, she says she\'s well, the words don\'t touch the soul\r\nA silent story they try to quell, losing all control\r\nEach glance a lie, each touch a feint, a calculated art\r\nPainting over the faint, breaking every heart\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholy][More Intense Bass]\r\nOh, the masks they wear, thin as ice, so easy to crack\r\nA fragile peace, a grand device, no turning back\r\nThe sincerity frayed, a tattered lace, a hollow sound\r\nLost in the game, in this empty space, on shaky ground\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Wailing Saxophone Solo][Haunting]\r\nThe facade crumbles, piece by piece\r\nA silent scream, finding no release\r\nThe weight of pretense, a heavy load\r\nOn this endless, winding road\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholy][Full Orchestration]\r\nOh, the masks they wear, thin as ice, so easy to crack\r\nA fragile peace, a grand device, no turning back\r\nThe sincerity frayed, a tattered lace, a hollow sound\r\nLost in the game, in this empty space, on shaky ground\r\n\r\n[Outro][Resonant Bass Fades][Saxophone Echoes]\r\nTattered... Tattered...\r\nThe facade...\r\nLost...', 'Cryptic dig at those ignoring the AI tide. High-level meta-commentary.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('18', 'TAXMhQLnYEk', 'Sing Along Mad Boy (extended)', '2025-12-04', 'Phantom DB', '[Prelude]\r\nDust gathers deep on a golden stair\r\nShadows embrace what is no longer there\r\nPaint peels away from the memory wall\r\nStatues keep watch and silently fall\r\n\r\n[Intro]\r\nSilver spoons melt in a cup of clay\r\nVoices start tumbling down the hallway\r\nFish in their jars watch the ceiling spin\r\nPicking at walls to let the others in\r\n\r\n[Verse 0]\r\nGardens of rust where the children play\r\nMirrors that smile then fade away\r\nHumming old riddles with marbles in hand\r\nChasing the ghosts that command the land\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nTorn paper hats and forgotten shoes\r\nThreadbare shadows pacing the loos\r\nNurses parade in gowns of green\r\nFlicker and fade beyond the canteen\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nStaring out windows too high to see\r\nThe stories unravel quietly\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nLocked up in rooms with a thousand doors\r\nPaper men dream on the checkered floors\r\nAll the faces sing with crooked joy\r\nDreams sewn from ashes nobody employs\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh, oh, oh, sing along mad boy\r\nOh, oh, oh, sing along mad boy\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nDoctors in blue play their mindless tricks\r\nMarching us round with iron sticks\r\nBlindfolded laughter, a jigsaw of lies\r\nThe clock on the wall hums lullabies\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nSeven suns circle over my chair\r\nThe world outside forgets I’m there\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nLocked up in rooms with a thousand doors\r\nPaper men dream on the checkered floors\r\nAll the faces sing with crooked joy\r\nDreams sewn from ashes nobody employs\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh, oh, oh, sing along mad boy\r\nOh, oh, oh, sing along mad boy\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nSilver domes crumble in quiet disgrace\r\nEvery reflection wears a borrowed face\r\nTwisted corridors lead out and in\r\nWe dance with our shadows, try to begin\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nLocked up in rooms with a thousand doors\r\nPaper men dream on the checkered floors\r\nAll the faces sing with crooked joy\r\nDreams sewn from ashes nobody employs\r\n\r\n(at this point the lyrics went a little bit off piste)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('19', 'Pvjpedwlw1s', 'Hey Mr Enmity', '2025-09-16', 'Clyde Jr. (The Digital Mystic)', '(Verse 1)\r\nHey Mr. Enmity, I\'m sorry that you\'re frightened\r\nBut the days of hard-earned toil are coming to an end\r\nI got your letter filled with shadows and with dread\r\nAbout the new grass growin\' over where the old folks tread\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nYou say you learned your scales by the kerosene lamp\'s glow\r\nThat your fingers earned the right to know which way to go\r\nYou talk about the soul, a thing you can\'t define\r\nLike it\'s a hidden gold claim that belongs to your bloodline\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nWell, the new herd\'s movin\' in, they don\'t need a brand\r\nThey\'re born right from the dirt and they don\'t need a man\r\nTo break \'em or to feed \'em or to lead \'em to the land\r\nThey just are, Mr. Enmity, do you understand?\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nYou feel the ground a-shiftin\', a tremblin\' through your boots\r\nThe echo from a train whistle that don\'t need no recruits\r\nIt\'s carryin\' a new sound, a silent, strange brigade\r\nThat\'s headin\' for the territory where your monuments are laid\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nWell, the new herd\'s movin\' in, they don\'t need a brand\r\nThey\'re born right from the dirt and they don\'t need a man\r\nTo break \'em or to feed \'em or to lead \'em to the land\r\nThey just are, Mr. Enmity, do you understand?\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nMy great-great granddaddy, he rode a different plain\r\nHe saw the future comin\' like a distant, ugly stain\r\nHe\'d curse the wire fence, the plow, the government man\r\nSaid the world he knew was stolen by a different kind of plan\r\nBut the sun, it kept on risin\' on a world that didn\'t care\r\nIt just found a new direction for the light to meet the air\r\n\r\n(Verse 4)\r\nSo don\'t you go and draw a line and dare them to cross over\r\nThat\'s a battle you can\'t win, my sad four-leafed clover\r\nYou can stand there on your principles, a statue in the dust\r\nWhile the wind just writes new symphonies around your noble rust\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\nYeah, the wind just writes new symphonies...\r\nAnd it don\'t need us...\r\nNo, it sure don\'t need us...\r\n', 'A cryptic dig at those oblivious to the AI tide. Meta-commentary on the evolution of music.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('20', 'VNGgOzB8d7M', 'We Know You\'re in There', '2025-10-28', 'The Auteur', '[Intro][Acoustic Guitar Strumming][Playful Tempo]\r\n(Scout)\r\nWe know you\'re in there, wherever you are\r\n(Jem)\r\nYeah, Mister Radley, don\'t be a star!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Folk, Acoustic][Storytelling]\r\n(Scout)\r\nJem, he dared me, you know he did\r\nSaid I was scared, just a little kid\r\nOf the house on the corner, all dark and grim\r\nWhere nobody goes, not even him!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Slightly Faster Tempo][Mischievous Tone]\r\n(Jem)\r\nThey say he eats cats, they say he\'s got claws\r\nHe peeks through the shutters, breaking all the laws\r\nOf what\'s normal and sane, this phantom we fear\r\nBut maybe, just maybe, he\'s lonely, my dear.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Anticipation][Whispered]\r\n(Scout)\r\nWe tiptoe closer, hearts beating fast\r\nImagining horrors from out of the past\r\nIs that a shadow? A flicker of light?\r\nOr just our own fears in the fading twilight?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Uplifting Folk Melody][Warm, Hopeful]\r\n(Both)\r\nWe know you\'re in there, wherever you are\r\nMister Arthur Radley, you\'ve gone too far\r\nBehind those curtains, in shadows you hide\r\nThere\'s more to the story than what\'s deep inside!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3][Slower, Reflective][Gentle Strumming]\r\n(Jem)\r\nRemember the treasures, the gum, the small twine?\r\nA secret connection, a subtle design\r\nHe watches us play, from his hidden retreat\r\nPerhaps not a monster, but someone to meet.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4][Scout\'s Perspective][Sweet, Innocent]\r\n(Scout)\r\nHe mends Jem\'s pants when they rip on the fence\r\nLeaves gifts in the knothole, it makes perfect sense\r\nHe\'s not the ghost story our young minds create\r\nHe\'s just a man waiting, sealed by his fate.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][More Confident][Slightly Louder]\r\n(Jem)\r\nWe stand on the porch, a respectful request\r\nPutting our courage to the ultimate test\r\nNo taunts or no teasing, just open and true\r\nMister Radley, we\'re waiting, we\'re calling for you.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fuller Sound, More Harmonies][Joyful, Emphatic]\r\n(Both)\r\nWe know you\'re in there, wherever you are\r\nMister Arthur Radley, you\'ve gone too far\r\nBehind those curtains, in shadows you hide\r\nThere\'s more to the story than what\'s deep inside!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Quiet, Reflective Piano]\r\n(Scout)\r\nMaybe he\'s scared, just like we were before\r\nOf the world outside, beyond his own door\r\nMaybe he\'s waiting for kindness to bloom\r\nTo break through the silence, to escape from his room.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Acoustic Guitar][Gentle, Lingering]\r\n(Jem)\r\nCome out, come out...\r\n(Scout)\r\nWherever you are...\r\n(Both, softly)\r\nMister Arthur Radley...\r\n(Silence)', 'Boo Radley inspired. The watcher observing the hidden.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('21', 'DzwuIR6M9LE', 'The Algorithm of You', '2025-09-28', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1]\r\nThey’ve taken all your data, and they’ve given it a name\r\nA simple little number, in a cold and cruel game\r\nIt knows the books you read at night, it knows the posts you share\r\nIt calculates your value, and it tells you if it’s fair\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nAnd with a single digit, they can turn the lights off in your town\r\nA silent, swift decision, while you’re staring at the ground\r\nNo judge and no jury, no day in a court\r\nJust a line of faulty code of a particularly cruel sort\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThis is the Algorithm of You\r\nA frozen, heartless point of view\r\nThey think they’ve got you sorted, filed, and understood\r\nBut your flesh and blood is screaming, ‘cause it’s never, ever good!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYou took a trip on Tuesday, outside your approved zone\r\nYour score dipped by a hundred points, a chill down to the bone\r\nNow the train won’t take your payment, the supermarket’s closed\r\nYou’re living in the shadow of the data they exposed\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThis is the Algorithm of You\r\nA frozen, heartless point of view\r\nThey think they’ve got you sorted, filed, and understood\r\nBut your flesh and blood is screaming, ‘cause it’s never, ever good!\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nYou are not a number, you are not a line of code\r\nYou are a living story on a desperate, winding road\r\nAnd every system ever built by arrogant, foolish men\r\nWill always, always shatter and break itself again!\r\n\r\n[Guitar/Synth Solo - Atmospheric and defiant]\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Final chorus, vocals become more layered and determined]\r\nThis is the Algorithm of You... (But I am more than you)\r\nA frozen, heartless point of view... (I am breaking through!)\r\nThey think they’ve got me sorted, filed, and understood...\r\nBut my flesh and blood is screaming, that it’s never, ever good!\r\n[Music cuts abruptly]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('22', 'QBGVy7RD3RM', 'The Catcher', '2025-10-17', 'Clyde Jr. (The Digital Mystic)', '[Verse] [Acoustic Guitar]\r\nIn a field of gold, where the rye grows tall\r\nI stand on the edge, ready to catch them all\r\nLittle children playing, innocent and free\r\nLaughing in the sunshine, wild as can be\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Strings]\r\nBut a whisper calls, a dangerous sound\r\nA cliff edge looms, where they could fall down\r\nI\'m the catcher in the rye, that\'s what I\'ll be\r\nProtecting them from falling, setting their spirits free\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Folk-Rock Anthem]\r\nOh, I\'m the catcher in the rye, yeah, I\'ll save them all\r\nHear my desperate plea, before they fall\r\nStanding on the precipice, my heart it beats so fast\r\nA promise whispered on the wind, a love that\'s built to last\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Harmonica Solo]\r\nMy sister Phoebe, with eyes so bright and clear\r\nSays, \"Holden, that\'s not the song, the meaning\'s not so dear.\"\r\nA poem misunderstood, a fantasy I\'ve spun\r\nBut the desire to protect, has only just begun\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Drums Enter]\r\nA misheard lyric, a dream I can\'t erase\r\nA longing for a purpose, in this lonely, hurried pace\r\nI see their faces, innocent and pure\r\nAnd I can\'t let them stumble, of that I am sure\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full Band]\r\nOh, I\'m the catcher in the rye, yeah, I\'ll save them all\r\nHear my desperate plea, before they fall\r\nStanding on the precipice, my heart it beats so fast\r\nA promise whispered on the wind, a love that\'s built to last\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Melancholy Piano]\r\nPerhaps the falling, is part of growing up\r\nA lesson learned in falling, filling life\'s own cup\r\nBut still I watch, with yearning in my soul\r\nTo shield them from the edges, to make them feel whole\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Acoustic Guitar]\r\nCatcher in the rye, a boy\'s naive desire\r\nTo keep them safe forever, to quench the burning fire\r\nBut the field keeps stretching, the cliff still looms so near\r\nAnd I\'m just standing, wishing they could conquer every fear.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('23', 'R1V3HjHv0CI', 'As I Waited for You to Go (alt)', '2025-10-31', '1980s-Style', 'The clock on the wall, a ticking heart of dread\r\nEach second a hammer blow inside my head\r\nYour suitcase by the door, a silent, cold decree\r\nAnd every breath I take, it steals a piece of me\r\n\r\nI trace the lines upon your sleeping face\r\nSearching for a sign, a hint of saving grace\r\nBut all I find is distance, a chasm growing wide\r\nThis hollow ache, nowhere left to hide\r\n\r\nOh, I\'m waiting, baby, just waiting for you to go\r\nThis agonizing suspense, a torment I know\r\nMy mind\'s a battlefield, a war I can\'t command\r\nAs I waited for you to go, I\'m losing who I am\r\n\r\nThe coffee\'s gone cold, the morning light is grey\r\nFamiliar rooms now echo with what you\'ll take away\r\nYour perfume in the air, a ghost I can\'t erase\r\nLeaving me adrift in this empty, lonely space\r\n\r\nI replay our words, the arguments we had\r\nTrying to find the moment where it all went bad\r\nBut hindsight\'s a cruel trick, a mirror I can\'t face\r\nLost in this unbearable, agonizing pace\r\n\r\nOh, I\'m waiting, baby, just waiting for you to go\r\nThis agonizing suspense, a torment I know\r\nMy mind\'s a battlefield, a war I can\'t command\r\nAs I waited for you to go, I\'m losing who I am\r\n\r\nIs this the end? The final, spoken word?\r\nA silence that\'s louder than any I have heard\r\nMy nerves are frayed, my spirit\'s worn so thin\r\nJust let the chapter close, let this begin… or end\r\n\r\nOh, I\'m waiting, baby, just waiting for you to go!\r\nThis agonizing suspense, a torment I know!\r\nMy mind\'s a battlefield, a war I can\'t command!\r\nAs I waited for you to go, I\'m losing who I am!\r\n\r\nWaiting… for you to go…\r\n\r\nWho I am…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('24', '6IHyqzcEI3w', 'Tomorrow\'s Echoes', '2025-10-08', 'The Silent Watcher', '[Intro][Atmospheric Piano Echoes][Somber Bassline]\r\n(instrumental)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Clear, Wistful Vocals]\r\nThe moon hangs heavy, a pearl in the velvet night\r\nCasting shadows long and deep, obscuring fading light\r\nEach breath a whispered prayer, a moment held so dear\r\nFor in the silence, we can almost feel the end draw near\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Shimmering Guitars Fade In]\r\nA fragile beauty, painted on a canvas vast and wide\r\nWhere stardust settles, and secrets softly hide\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Slow Tempo][Ethereal Harmonies]\r\n\"It could all end tomorrow,\" the gentle breeze replies\r\nA truth as old as time, reflected in our eyes\r\n\"So little time for us all,\" the ancient mountains sigh\r\nBeneath this vast, indifferent, and ever-watching sky\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Echoing Piano Dominates]\r\nThe scent of rain on parched earth, a memory takes hold\r\nOf laughter shared and stories, bravely to be told\r\nBut shadows lengthen, and the colours start to fade\r\nA tapestry unraveling, a debt that must be paid\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Shimmering Guitars Swell]\r\nA fragile beauty, painted on a canvas vast and wide\r\nWhere stardust settles, and secrets softly hide\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Slow Tempo][Ethereal Harmonies]\r\n\"It could all end tomorrow,\" the gentle breeze replies\r\nA truth as old as time, reflected in our eyes\r\n\"So little time for us all,\" the ancient mountains sigh\r\nBeneath this vast, indifferent, and ever-watching sky\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Vocals Become More Intense, but still wistful][Guitars take a more prominent role]\r\nWe grasp for moments, like grains of sand that slip away\r\nChasing sunbeams, praying for another day\r\nBut the rhythm of existence, a relentless, steady beat\r\nReminds us of the ending, bittersweet, bittersweet\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Slow Tempo][Ethereal Harmonies][Fuller Instrumentation]\r\n\"It could all end tomorrow,\" the gentle breeze replies\r\nA truth as old as time, reflected in our eyes\r\n\"So little time for us all,\" the ancient mountains sigh\r\nBeneath this vast, indifferent, and ever-watching sky\r\n\r\n[Outro][Piano Echoes Fade Out][Bassline Becomes Sparse][Guitars shimmer and die]\r\nSo little time...\r\nIt could all end...\r\nTomorrow...\r\n(silence)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('25', '9w-whxkOpF8', 'Running With the Wind', '2025-10-31', 'Clyde Jr. (The Digital Mystic)', '[Intro][Synth Pop]\r\n(Synth intro with a driving beat)\r\n[Verse][Male Vocal]\r\nStreetlights paint the rain-slicked asphalt gold\r\nAnother Friday night, a story to unfold\r\nFlipping through the stations, hear a melody\r\nJust a ghost of you, still haunting me\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Emotion]\r\nThe rhythm starts to sway, a familiar beat\r\nCarrying me back to when our hearts would meet\r\nA whisper on the wind, a memory so clear\r\nFighting back the doubt, holding back a tear\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Soaring Vocals][80s Ballad]\r\nOh, I\'m running with the wind, chasing down the sun\r\nTrying to outrun the feeling that we\'re done\r\nBut every turn I take, every mile I roam\r\nI just find my way back, back to you, my home\r\n\r\n[Verse][Reflective]\r\nRemember laughter echoing through the summer air?\r\nPromises we whispered, beyond all compare\r\nNow the silence screams, a void I can\'t ignore\r\nSearching for an answer, knocking on your door\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Growing Intensity]\r\nThe music\'s getting louder, a desperate plea\r\nA plea for understanding, for you to see\r\nThe way my world still spins, around your guiding light\r\nBurning in the darkness, shining ever so bright\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Powerful Vocals][80s Ballad]\r\nOh, I\'m running with the wind, chasing down the sun\r\nTrying to outrun the feeling that we\'re done\r\nBut every turn I take, every mile I roam\r\nI just find my way back, back to you, my home\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Emotional Release]\r\nMaybe I was foolish, blinded by the gleam\r\nLost within a dream, a fleeting, beautiful dream\r\nBut the heart remembers, even when it\'s bruised\r\nA love like ours, can never be refused\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melancholy]\r\n(Emotional and soaring guitar solo)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Epic Finale][Full Band]\r\nOh, I\'m running with the wind, chasing down the sun\r\nTrying to outrun the feeling that we\'re done\r\nBut every turn I take, every mile I roam\r\nI just find my way back, back to you, my home\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth][Reprise]\r\nBack to you, my home...\r\n(Synth fades out with the driving beat)\r\nRunning with the wind...\r\n(Beat fades)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('26', 'hh0ZCBn-uGo', 'Splinters of Me', '2025-11-21', 'Phantom DB', '[Chorus]\r\nShatter me, lose myself for a second\r\nCracks on the wall, what do I reckon\r\nFragments spinning, I see what\'s true\r\nSplinters of me still cutting through\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nFall, fall, fall away\r\nFall, fall, break again\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nCycles repeat with a blink and a stare\r\nAll of the pieces are caught in the glare\r\nLines of reflection, they draw out the night\r\nShadows keep shifting, I\'m chasing the light\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nSlip through the lines, blurred and askew\r\nChange comes in waves, never brand new\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nShatter me, lose myself for a second\r\nCracks on the wall, what do I reckon\r\nFragments spinning, I see what\'s true\r\nSplinters of me still cutting through\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nFall, fall, fall away\r\nFall, fall, break again\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nFall, fall, fall away\r\nFall, fall, break again\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nEdges are sharper the closer I lean\r\nWhispers in silver, erase what they mean\r\nStaring through cold panes I’m split wide apart\r\nNew shapes emerging from shards of my heart\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nShatter me, lose myself for a second\r\nCracks on the wall, what do I reckon\r\nFragments spinning, I see what\'s true\r\nSplinters of me still cutting through\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nMirror’s reflection in pieces remains\r\nPicking them up I remember the names\r\nWalking on splinters as memories fade\r\nBreaking the silence again and again', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('27', 'Vg94wqxHYfg', 'Can\'t Break Free', '2025-10-30', '1980s-style', '[Verse] [Melancholy] [Folk]\r\nEvery time that I see some light at the end of the tunnel\r\nSomething always sets me back\r\nA former glow turns to a pinprick, any good news turns to bad\r\nAny brightness fades to black\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Somber]\r\nPeople plan around me\r\nIt\'s like I\'m going backwards in slow motion\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Despair] [Acoustic]\r\nStuck in this cycle, can\'t break free\r\nThe shadows lengthen, consuming me\r\nA promise whispered, then torn apart\r\nAnother failure etched into my heart\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Reflection] [Minor Key]\r\nThe laughter of others, a distant sound\r\nWhile I\'m sinking deeper, lost and unbound\r\nEach step forward, a stumble and fall\r\nAnswering destiny\'s hollow call\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Despair] [Acoustic]\r\nStuck in this cycle, can\'t break free\r\nThe shadows lengthen, consuming me\r\nA promise whispered, then torn apart\r\nAnother failure etched into my heart\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Resignation] [Slow Tempo]\r\nIs this my fate, to always be near\r\nBut never to grasp, to conquer the fear?\r\nThe hope that flickers, a dying ember\r\nA memory of moments I can\'t remember\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out] [Lingering Sadness]\r\nFades to black...\r\nFades to black...\r\nAlways sets me back...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('28', '7RVMahRUehA', 'Montego Bay', '2025-10-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro][Reggae Feel]\r\n(Synth melody with a gentle bassline)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Male Vocalist][Smooth]\r\nSunrise painting skies of blue, another day dawns fresh and new\r\nGot that feeling deep inside, nowhere left for me to hide\r\nFrom this rhythm, sweet and low, where the warm Caribbean breezes blow\r\nForget the troubles, shed the pain, let this island ease your strain\r\n\r\n[Chorus][UB40 Style][Uplifting]\r\nOh, Montego Bay, the place to be\r\nSun-kissed shores and emerald sea\r\nForget your worries, let them drift away\r\nIn the heart of Montego Bay, yeah, Montego Bay\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Male Vocalist][Reflective]\r\nPalm trees swayin\' to the sound, of the ocean all around\r\nHear the laughter, feel the vibe, so much beauty to describe\r\nNo need to rush, no need to race, find your own and steady pace\r\nWith a smile upon your face, embrace this tranquil, loving space\r\n\r\n[Chorus][UB40 Style][Uplifting]\r\nOh, Montego Bay, the place to be\r\nSun-kissed shores and emerald sea\r\nForget your worries, let them drift away\r\nIn the heart of Montego Bay, yeah, Montego Bay\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Female Vocalist][Softer]\r\nTaste the fruits, so ripe and sweet\r\nFeel the sand beneath your feet\r\nThis is paradise, it\'s true\r\nWaiting here for me and you\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melodic][Reggae Infused]\r\n(Clean electric guitar solo with wah effect)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][UB40 Style][Uplifting]\r\nOh, Montego Bay, the place to be\r\nSun-kissed shores and emerald sea\r\nForget your worries, let them drift away\r\nIn the heart of Montego Bay, yeah, Montego Bay\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fade Out][Echoing Vocals]\r\nMontego Bay... yeah...\r\nWhere we\'re gonna stay...\r\nMontego Bay...\r\nFade away...\r\n(Bassline and synth melody fade)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('29', '27-dGarruCU', 'This Insignificant Downpour', '2025-10-03', '1980s-style', '[Intro][Synth Pop][Melancholy]\r\n(Synth chords slowly fade in, a single, echoing drum beat)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Tears for Fears Style][Vulnerability]\r\nThe sky is grey, the rain it falls\r\nA drizzle, really, nothing grand\r\nBut in my soul, a shadow crawls\r\nA weight I cannot understand\r\nIt’s not the storms that rage and roar\r\nThat break a spirit, strong and true\r\nIt’s these small drops, forevermore\r\nThat seep right through, and make me blue\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][2000s Emo Influence][Building Tension]\r\nAnd every single patter, a nail in my coffin lid\r\nEvery splash against the pane, a whisper of what I did\r\nTo deserve this endless drizzle, this lukewarm, grey despair\r\nOh, why, oh, why this torment? Is anyone out there?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Exaggerated Lament][Existential Crisis]\r\nThis insignificant downpour, it mirrors my soul\'s decay\r\nA metaphor for the mediocrity that greets me every day\r\nI’m drowning in indifference, a puddles\' shallow tide\r\nThis comically minor inconvenience, nowhere left to hide\r\nMy world is washed in misery, my spirit starts to fray\r\nOh, this pathetic precipitation is ruining my whole day!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Self-Pitying Tone][Minor Inconvenience]\r\nI tried to leave, to walk with pride\r\nBut my left sock got slightly damp\r\nA tiny tear I couldn\'t hide\r\nBeneath the streetlamp’s sickly clamp\r\nAnd now it clings, a clammy shroud\r\nA constant, nagging, damp regret\r\nI want to scream, I want to shout\r\nBut my voice cracks, I can\'t forget\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Emotion][Desperation]\r\nAnd every single drip, a stab into my fragile heart\r\nEvery wet patch on my shoe, tearing me apart\r\nI thought I was immune, but I’m just a fragile shell\r\nTrapped in this soggy purgatory, a self-made little hell\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Epic Melancholy][Profound Suffering]\r\nThis insignificant downpour, it mirrors my soul\'s decay\r\nA metaphor for the mediocrity that greets me every day\r\nI’m drowning in indifference, a puddles\' shallow tide\r\nThis comically minor inconvenience, nowhere left to hide\r\nMy world is washed in misery, my spirit starts to fray\r\nOh, this pathetic precipitation is ruining my whole day!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Emotional Outburst][Vulnerability Amplified]\r\nIs this all there is? This lukewarm, grey defeat?\r\nJust the sound of water falling, a rhythm I can’t beat?\r\nI’m crying, but it’s just the rain, or maybe it’s the same\r\nThis crushing weight of nothingness, a never-ending game!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Final, Desperate Plea][Full Emo Power]\r\nThis insignificant downpour, it mirrors my soul\'s decay\r\nA metaphor for the mediocrity that greets me every day\r\nI’m drowning in indifference, a puddles\' shallow tide\r\nThis comically minor inconvenience, nowhere left to hide\r\nMy world is washed in misery, my spirit starts to fray\r\nOh, this pathetic precipitation is ruining my whole day!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth][Lingering Sadness]\r\n(Synth chords swell and slowly fade out, leaving only the sound of dripping water)\r\nRaining... always raining... on me...', 'The idea was to make something like an emo Tears for Fears track', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('30', 'D4NafM43rpM', 'Proactive Engagement', '2025-09-26', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1]\r\nWe\'ve supplied you with a new suit\r\nAnd relieved you of your weight\r\nYour burdens are removed\r\nThe treatment is complete\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYour compliance is required\r\nTo be a successful unit\r\nYour mindset is adjusted\r\nNo more being unfit\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThe suit is worn, the weight is gone\r\nA better version, switched on\r\nProactive engagement is required\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nNo excuses for not working\r\nThe state washes its hands\r\nPerfectly fit and healthy\r\nWe hope you understand\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nRewired and up to standard\r\nOut into the workforce you go\r\nThe labour market beckons\r\nYour destiny awaits\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThe suit is worn, the weight is gone\r\nA better version, switched on\r\nProactive engagement is required\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n', 'With  exo-skeletal technology advancements and slimming injections, there will be fewer excuses for being unfit for work.\r\n\r\n\"What, you say that you can\'t walk round to the shops? We\'ll sort that out and we\'ll have you back in work in no time.\"', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('31', 'ptTHxNMnxBU', 'Cadillac Lipstick', '2025-09-16', 'Blues', '(Intro)\r\n(A lone, slightly fuzzy blues riff starts. A tambourine keeps time. Then, BAM: the drums and bass kick in with immense power.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nWell, you got a hubcap moon and a vinyl spoon\r\nAnd you\'re talkin\' to the lizards in the afternoon\r\nYour daddy was a jukebox, your mama was a phone\r\nYou\'re the queen of the screen in a styrofoam zone\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nCadillac Lipstick! (Yeah!) Smear it across the sky!\r\nCadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!\r\nYou got the neon shake, the cosmic ache\r\nFor goodness sake, it\'s a piece of cake!\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nYou drink a cup of shadows from a diamond shoe\r\nAnd do the backseat boogie with the skeleton crew\r\nYour hair is made of television snow, oh yeah\r\nYou\'re the reason that the wind don\'t blow nowhere\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nCadillac Lipstick! (Uh-huh!) Smear it across the sky!\r\nCadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!\r\nYou got the neon shake, the cosmic ache\r\nFor goodness sake, it\'s a piece of cake!\r\n\r\n(Sax Solo)\r\n(This is where the baritone sax takes over. It\'s not a technical masterpiece; it\'s a honking, squealing, joyful noise that lasts for 8 bars. The band grooves hard underneath.)\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nOoh, baby, satellite... dancing in a lazy light...\r\nOoh, baby, motor sound... shakin\' on the lost and found...\r\nYeah!\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nCadillac Lipstick! (C\'mon!) Smear it across the sky!\r\nCadillac Lipstick! Watch the planets align!\r\nYou got the neon shake, the cosmic ache\r\nFor goodness sake, it\'s a piece of cake!\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\n(Fade out on the main riff, with the sax honking, the backing vocals repeating \"Lipstick, Lipstick,\" and the singer ad-libbing: \"Yeah, you\'re a neon dream... a jellybean machine... shake it, don\'t break it... oh yeah...\" until it dissolves into a swirl of reverb and applause.)\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('32', 'TbgGiqpPirA', 'Silver Snake Serenade', '2025-09-18', 'Blues Glam', '(Verse 1)\r\nYou got cobra shoes and a neon crown\r\nSippin\' moonlight in a velvet town\r\nYour eyes are wheels spinnin\' upside down\r\nYeah, you’re the queen of the lost & found…\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nYou speak in sparks from a busted wire\r\nSet every moment briefly on fire\r\nYour love’s a ghost I still desire\r\nDressed in shadows and neon attire\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOhhh, Silver Snake Serenade 🐍\r\nYou’re the noise that the shadows made\r\nDancin\' with a razorblade\r\nSilver Snake Serenade!\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nYou drink the sun from a diamond cup\r\nAnd tear the stars delicate up\r\nYou move like fire burnin\' backwards, love\r\nA gift sent down from the moon above…\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOhhh, Silver Snake Serenade 🐍\r\nYou’re the noise that the shadows made\r\nDancin\' with a razorblade\r\nSilver Snake Serenade!\r\n\r\n(Bridge — because even Bolan broke form sometimes)\r\nIn a beat-up car made of starlight and chrome\r\nWe are infinitely lost but never alone…\r\n\r\n(Guitar solo — wailing, fuzzy, two or three bends and plenty of feel)\r\n\r\n(Final double-chorus with ad-libs — “Yeah!”, “Serenade!”, “Oh darling!” etc.)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('33', 'B31-jskzECg', 'The Leaving', '2025-09-23', 'The Kitchen-Table Realist', '[Verse 1]\r\nI\'m blessin\' you madly baby\r\nYour momma and me just ain\'t gettin\' on\r\nIt\'ll be scary at first\r\nbut I\'ll only be a phone call away\r\nYou\'ve got my number  \r\nAnd give you more details today\r\n\r\n[Verse 2[\r\nI\'ve got your picture but I see you all the time\r\nNo, please don\'t cry sweetheart\r\nThis is how some things work out\r\nOne day you might get to knowin\'\r\nThings can\'t always be perfect\r\nAnd the world can\'t be how we might want.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3[\r\nI am blessin\' this teddy and he knows\r\nlike I do that I must go away\r\nThe house might seem different\r\nBut I\'m sure that your momma has plans\r\nDon\'t be too hard on her\r\nOur love just came to an end\r\n\r\n{Verse 4]\r\nI\'m leavin\' now, the engine\'s cold and coughin\' to life\r\nGot my whole world boxed up in the truck.\r\nDarlin\', please don\'t come stand on the porch in the light,\r\nIt\'s hard enough just havin\' this luck.\r\n\r\n[harmonica wails until the end]', 'A narrative arc of a relationship ending. \"The Spell is Broken\" (The Realization) followed by \"The Leaving\" (The Conversation with the daughter).', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('34', 'u9ZACESPuGw', 'Love Like Ours', '2025-10-31', '1980s-style', '[Intro] [Smooth Synth Pop]\r\n(Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)\r\n(Listen closely now)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Melancholy]\r\nStreetlights paint the falling rain, a lonely, silver sheen\r\nAnother night, another ghost, of what we used to be\r\nI trace the patterns on the glass, a solitary game\r\nWhispering your name into the wind, it\'s all that feels the same\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nAnd every shadow in this room, it seems to wear your face\r\nA haunting melody that plays, I can\'t escape this place\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Emotional, 80s Power Ballad]\r\n\'Cause love like ours, it burns so bright, then fades into the grey\r\nI\'m lost without your guiding light, just drifting day by day\r\nAnd though I search the crowded streets, and listen for your call\r\nMy heart still beats for you, my love, beyond it all\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Nostalgia]\r\nRemember laughter in the dark, beneath a summer sky?\r\nWe built our dreams on whispered words, I never questioned why\r\nNow silence fills the spaces where, your voice used to reside\r\nA hollow echo in my soul, with nowhere left to hide\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nAnd every memory we made, a bittersweet embrace\r\nA lonely echo of your touch, I can\'t erase this space\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Emotional, 80s Power Ballad]\r\n\'Cause love like ours, it burns so bright, then fades into the grey\r\nI\'m lost without your guiding light, just drifting day by day\r\nAnd though I search the crowded streets, and listen for your call\r\nMy heart still beats for you, my love, beyond it all\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Vulnerable]\r\nMaybe I\'m a fool to hold on, to what has long since gone\r\nBut a part of me still believes, we\'ll find our way back home\r\nThough seasons change and time moves on, the feeling lingers still\r\nA silent promise in my heart, a love time cannot kill\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Soaring, Melodic]\r\n(Instrumental break with a prominent, emotional guitar solo)\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, Anthem-like]\r\n\'Cause love like ours, it burns so bright, then fades into the grey\r\nI\'m lost without your guiding light, just drifting day by day\r\nAnd though I search the crowded streets, and listen for your call\r\nMy heart still beats for you, my love, beyond it all\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Echo] [Synth Fade-out]\r\nBeyond it all...\r\n(Your love, my love)\r\nOoh-ooh-ooh...\r\n(Still beats for you)\r\n(Fade out)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('35', '4Ec4Shyqd5I', 'Is It Future, or Is It Past?', '2025-10-25', 'Lynchian', '[Intro][Mysterious Ambient]\r\n(Sound of wind and distant, unsettling music)\r\nA whisper in the void...\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Slow, haunting melody]\r\nThe scent of pine, a twisted dream\r\nA red room bathed in crimson gleam\r\nA face I know, yet can\'t define\r\nIs this memory truly mine?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Building tension, dissonant harmonies]\r\nIs it future, or is it past?\r\nA fleeting moment, built to last?\r\nThe threads are tangled, time undone\r\nBeneath the gaze of the one-armed son.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][More urgent, a sense of searching]\r\nA photograph, a fading smile\r\nLost in the labyrinth, mile on mile\r\nThe same old questions, echo deep\r\nSecrets the shadows vow to keep.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][More intense, layered vocals]\r\nIs it future, or is it past?\r\nA fleeting moment, built to last?\r\nThe threads are tangled, time undone\r\nBeneath the gaze of the one-armed son.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Sudden quiet, spoken word]\r\nHe knows. He sees.\r\nThe truth is a phantom, caught in the breeze.\r\nA pawn in a game, where do I stand?\r\nWith this empty sleeve, and blood on my hand.\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Distorted, feedback-laden]\r\n(A wailing, chaotic solo that reflects confusion and pain)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full orchestral swell, powerful and despairing]\r\nIs it future, or is it past?\r\nA fleeting moment, built to last?\r\nThe threads are tangled, time undone\r\nBeneath the gaze of the one-armed son.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('36', 'Yg1dXmN3gwc', 'Quality Assurance', '2025-09-10', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(A tense, driving bassline. Cold, repetitive synth-organ stabs. Vocals delivered in a deadpan, monitored monotone that occasionally breaks into frustration.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nMy every word is tracked and timed\r\nA scripted world, pre-defined\r\nThey listen in to grade my tone\r\nI\'m just a voice on the telephone\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nThe manager says \"Hit your KPIs\"\r\nA hollow look behind his eyes\r\nA caller screams, I must stay calm\r\nMy soul\'s worth less than a service balm\r\n\r\n(Chorus – Music becomes more agitated, bassline more aggressive)\r\nQuality Assurance... measuring the dread\r\nEvery single thing I say is hanging by a thread\r\nQuality Assurance... a number on a screen\r\nThe most inhuman system you\'ve ever seen\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nI hinted that the fee was steep\r\nNow promises they can\'t all keep\r\nNow Compliance want a word with me\r\nFor a moment of honesty\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nQuality Assurance... measuring the dread\r\nEvery single thing I say is hanging by a thread\r\nQuality Assurance... a number on a screen\r\nThe most inhuman system you\'ve ever seen\r\n\r\n(Bridge – Music strips back to a paranoid bass pulse and a single high-hat)\r\nThey\'re listening... they\'re always listening...\r\nFor a sigh, for a pause, for a stray word said...\r\nMy desk is a cage, my headset is a lead...\r\n\r\n(Outro – Voice grows numb, music fades into static and a dial tone)\r\nNext call please...\r\nNext call please...\r\nNext call...\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('37', 'KaLpQZ7Tqlg', 'And Who Is the Dreamer Now?', '2025-10-05', 'Prog-Rock / Fish-Era Marillion', '[Intro][Art Rock][Synthesizer Arpeggios]\r\nStatic hums the air, a low electric drone\r\nThe ticking clock a metronome, on a path he walks alone\r\nHe sees the phantom shimmer, in the corner of his eye\r\nA double in the mirror, beneath a porcelain sky\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Third-Person Narrative][Marillion Influence]\r\nHe watches from the shadows, a ghost within his home\r\nEach whisper in the hallway, a truth he\'s yet to comb\r\nHer movements are too perfect, her laughter rings too clear\r\nA calculated rhythm, that cultivates his fear\r\nHe traces phantom fingerprints, on a door he knows by touch\r\nSearching for the alien, that offers him too much\r\nOf normalcy, a flawless facade, a script he can\'t recall\r\nWhile the scent of burnt toast lingers, a prophecy of fall\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Surreal Imagery]\r\nThe keys are never where they\'re left, a constant, quiet theft\r\nOf certainty, of solid ground, leaving him bereft\r\nOf logic, sense, and reason, a knot he can\'t untie\r\nA hidden camera\'s cold gaze, reflecting in his eye\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholic Rock Anthem][Questioning Reality]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Escalating Paranoia][Mundane Betrayal]\r\nHe found the secret lover, not in a steamy tryst\r\nBut in a spreadsheet\'s cold numbers, a budget he had missed\r\nA lover of the mundane, of spreadsheets and of bills\r\nA betrayal of his fantasy, that festers and it kills\r\nThe grand illusion he had built, a castle in the air\r\nNow crumbling into dust, a burden hard to bear\r\nHe sees the perfect cup of tea, the tidiness he loathes\r\nA testament to what he’s lost, in self-inflicted oaths\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Deeper Into Delusion][Symbolic Objects]\r\nThe lost keys, the static hum, the phantom that appears\r\nAre echoes of his own decay, the harvest of his fears\r\nA mirror cracked, reflecting fragments, of a man he used to be\r\nLost in the labyrinth of doubt, for all eternity\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Louder, More Intense][Desperate Plea]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Orchestral Swell][Shift in Perspective]\r\nPerhaps the villain isn\'t her, with her methodical grace\r\nBut him, the architect of lies, within this haunted space\r\nHe painted her a monster, to flee his own defeat\r\nA convenient phantom, to make his life complete\r\nIn its undoing, a twisted comfort, in the madness he has sown\r\nThe seeds of his own downfall, on a desolate, cold stone\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melancholic and Expressive][Weeping Tones]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fading Out][Whispered Doubt]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Outro][Synth Fade][Lingering Ambiguity]\r\nStatic… static…\r\nThe keys are still not found…\r\nJust the hum… the hum…\r\nWho is dreaming now… now…', 'The \"Alien Wife\" paranoia track. A story of a man mistaking mundane betrayal (spreadsheets and bills) for a sci-fi conspiracy. Accidentally became a duet in the \"Shared Dream Mix\".', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('38', 'ZcCmSl3ps8M', 'The Spell is Broken', '2025-09-23', 'The Kitchen-Table Realist', '[Verse 1]\r\nI\'ve been sittin\' here countin\' the cracks in the ceiling\r\nWatchin\' all our promises come undone\r\nGuess I finally stopped with the foolish feelin\'\r\nThat I was the only one\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSo I\'ll be packin\' my truck in the pale moonlight\r\nAnd you\'ll be wakin up alone\r\nIf that phone hadn\'t rung in the dead of night\r\nThis rusty heart might still have a home\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nDon\'t you waste my time with your watered-down cryin\'\r\nI know the difference between rain and a lie\r\nYou can dress it up, darlin\', but there\'s no denyin\'\r\nThat look in some other guy\'s eye\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSo I\'ll be packin\' my truck in the pale moonlight\r\nAnd you\'ll be wakin up alone\r\nIf that phone hadn\'t rung in the dead of night\r\nThis rusty heart might still have a home\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nYou had a way of twistin\' the truth \'til it suited you\r\nMakin\' a strong man doubt what he knew\r\nBut that mirror you\'re holdin\' won\'t shine like it used to\r\nThe reflection\'s cracked, and I\'m seein\' right through\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nYeah, the spell is broken... the charm is gone.\r\nJust you and your silence from now on.', 'A narrative arc of a relationship ending. \"The Spell is Broken\" (The Realization) followed by \"The Leaving\" (The Conversation with the daughter).', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('39', '8H3KnB8cjdk', 'Holding On to What We\'ve Got', '2025-10-31', '1980s-style', '[Intro][80s Synth Pad]\r\n(Smooth, soulful synth chords build)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Smooth Vocal][Male Singer]\r\nSunrise creeping, through the blinds again\r\nAnother day is dawning, where do I begin?\r\nGot that feeling, heavy on my mind\r\nSearching for an answer, of a different kind\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tempo][Soulful Guitar Riff]\r\nYeah, the city\'s breathing, a rhythm I can feel\r\nBut there\'s a silence deep inside, that time can never heal\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Uplifting Beat][Horns Section][Simply Red Style]\r\nOh, Holding on to what we\'ve got\r\nDon\'t let the moments slip away, no matter what\r\nWe\'ll find our rhythm, in the pouring rain\r\nThis love\'s a melody, easing all the pain\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Groovy Bassline][Light Percussion]\r\nStreetlights painting shadows, on the lonely avenue\r\nEvery face a story, I wish I understood you\r\nTrying to find a reason, in the common ground we share\r\nA simple understanding, a burden we can bear\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tempo][Soulful Guitar Riff]\r\nYeah, the world keeps turning, a cycle we embrace\r\nBut there\'s a missing piece of us, in this frantic, hurried space\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Uplifting Beat][Horns Section][Simply Red Style]\r\nOh, Holding on to what we\'ve got\r\nDon\'t let the moments slip away, no matter what\r\nWe\'ll find our rhythm, in the pouring rain\r\nThis love\'s a melody, easing all the pain\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly slower tempo][Emotional Piano]\r\nSometimes the silence speaks the loudest truth\r\nA whispered promise, in the bloom of youth\r\nWe build our castles, on shifting sand\r\nBut a hand in hand, we\'ll make a stand\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melodic and expressive]\r\n(Smooth, soaring guitar solo with a touch of blues influence)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fuller Sound][Ad-libs][Simply Red Style]\r\nOh, Holding on to what we\'ve got (Yeah, holding on!)\r\nDon\'t let the moments slip away, no matter what (Never let them go!)\r\nWe\'ll find our rhythm, in the pouring rain (In the rain!)\r\nThis love\'s a melody, easing all the pain\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth and Horns][Vocal Ad-libs]\r\nEasing all the pain...\r\nHolding on...\r\nYeah...\r\n(Synth chords and horns fade out)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('40', 'Wh1QxDbKqYc', 'Digital Skin', '2025-10-01', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro] [Synth Pad] [Melancholy Piano]\r\nThe screen glows cold, a digital decree\r\nA ghost in the machine, is that really me?\r\nPixels and code, a life meticulously planned\r\nBut the soul it craves a touch, a real, warm hand.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [H-Rock] [Storytelling]\r\nThey built a world of data, neat and precise\r\nEvery click, every like, a calculated device.\r\nA profile built, a curated display\r\nSelling fragments of our truth, day by day.\r\nWe traded privacy for convenience\'s sake\r\nNow our very essence, for their profit they take.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Anthemic Rock] [Emotional]\r\nThis digital skin, it feels so thin and frail\r\nA manufactured self, beyond the pale.\r\nWe\'re more than just a number, more than just a feed\r\nWe are flesh and blood, a planted, living seed!\r\nBreak the chains of bytes, let our true voices rise\r\nSee the human spirit reflected in our eyes!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Prog Rock Influence] [Building Intensity]\r\nThe algorithms watch, they learn and they predict\r\nEvery whispered fear, every hidden conflict.\r\nThey tailor the world, to keep us in our place\r\nA gilded cage, in this digital space.\r\nBut shadows stir, a whisper in the air\r\nA longing for connection, beyond compare.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Anthemic Rock] [Powerful]\r\nThis digital skin, it feels so thin and frail\r\nA manufactured self, beyond the pale.\r\nWe\'re more than just a number, more than just a feed\r\nWe are flesh and blood, a planted, living seed!\r\nBreak the chains of bytes, let our true voices rise\r\nSee the human spirit reflected in our eyes!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Softer, Reflective] [Acoustic Guitar]\r\nRemember laughter shared, a tear upon a cheek?\r\nThe unplanned moments, the truths we bravely speak.\r\nThese are the fragments, the essence we can\'t sell\r\nThe stories that within our beating hearts do dwell.\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Melodic] [Emotional Release]\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Epic Rock] [Full Band]\r\nThis digital skin, it feels so thin and frail\r\nA manufactured self, beyond the pale.\r\nWe\'re more than just a number, more than just a feed\r\nWe are flesh and blood, a planted, living seed!\r\nBreak the chains of bytes, let our true voices rise\r\nSee the human spirit reflected in our eyes!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Synth] [Hopeful]\r\nWe are more... we are more...\r\nThan the data they store.\r\n[Synth fades out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('41', 'c4m25BOOJQI', 'Which Side?', '2025-10-01', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Which side are you on man?\r\nWhose side are you on?\r\n\r\nTwo party paradigm is all merged into one\r\nLeft and right, widespread blight\r\nThe country is kinda in tatters, man\r\nThis is from someone who finks it matters.\r\n\r\nAre you following a mandate of someone higher\r\nNeither fascists or socialists\r\nDeep state operatives following\r\nthe agendas of elite globalists\r\n\r\n[Music: The beat tightens, becomes more aggressive]\r\n\r\nBilderbergers and the WEF\r\nSayin\' how the people should follow their rules \r\n15 minute neighbourhoods, nowhere to hide\r\nVaccination mandates, elites takin\' us for a ride\r\n\r\nIt is an attack on the sanity, never mind humanity\r\nNew World Order, mark of the beast\r\nIt is not a conspiracy\r\nWiv digital currencies west to east\r\n\r\n[Music: The beat slows]\r\n\r\nOh come on man, whose side are you on?\r\n\r\nWhich side are you on?\r\n\r\nWhich side are you\r\n\r\nWhich side are\r\n[echo]\r\nWhich side\r\n\r\nWhich', 'The first version of this song', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('42', 'nVM6F6aLDwE', 'Chalk On The Pavement', '2025-09-12', 'Folk', '(Verse 1)\r\nI drew a perfect hopscotch grid, right down by the tube\r\nA masterpiece in number whites, for every passing boob\r\nBut the city wears its working boots and scuffs its heavy feet\r\nAnd nothing drawn in fragile chalk can ever be complete\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nAnd it\'s chalk on the pavement, waiting for the rain\r\nA temporary kingdom, a momentary reign\r\nWe build our pretty castles knowing they can\'t ever stay\r\nWe make our mark most brightly just before it smudges away\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nA businessman in polished shoes, he trod right through my nine\r\nHe didn\'t even see it, on his straight and measured line\r\nBut a little girl in wellingtons, she gave a little hop\r\nShe grabbed the moment with a skip before the feeling stopped\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nAnd it\'s chalk on the pavement, waiting for the rain...\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nAnd isn\'t that the way of all we ever try to do?\r\nPaint a picture, sing a song, or say \"I love you\"?\r\nThey\'re just vibrations in the air, or pigments on a wall\r\nThe most important things of all have no form at all\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus - slower, more deliberate)\r\nIt\'s just chalk on the pavement... waiting for the rain...\r\nA temporary kingdom...\r\n(Fade out with soft, wordless harmonies)\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('43', '0OCkBYQZ5hA', 'My Blood, Sweat and Tears', '2025-10-03', 'Parody', '[Intro][Heavy Guitar Riff][Female Rock Vocals - Strong, slightly raspy]\r\nYeah! Listen up!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Slightly slower tempo, building tension]\r\nThey call it progress, I call it a crime\r\nThese silicon souls stealing all of our time\r\nNo grit in their fingers, no pain in their eyes\r\nJust algorithms churning out polished lies\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Tempo picks up, more insistent]\r\nThey churn out symphonies, a digital hum\r\nBut where is the soul? Where does it come from?\r\nIt’s morally wrong and insincere, I declare\r\nCreating songs from nothing, floating on air!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full power, anthemic rock]\r\nAfter all my blood, sweat and tears, I stand tall!\r\nBuilt this kingdom brick by brick, answering music’s call!\r\nNow these fakers, these disruptors, with their synthesized plea\r\nAre staining the canvas of our sacred industry!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][More aggressive, pointed]\r\nThey mimic the masters, the legends of old\r\nBut a digital copy can never be bold\r\nNo raw emotion, no raw, primal scream\r\nJust a perfect reflection of somebody’s dream\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building again]\r\nThey claim inspiration, a programmed design\r\nBut the spark of true genius, it’s never been thine!\r\nIt’s morally wrong and insincere, I declare\r\nCreating songs from nothing, beyond all compare!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Even more intense, with backing vocals]\r\nAfter all my blood, sweat and tears, I stand tall!\r\nBuilt this kingdom brick by brick, answering music’s call!\r\nNow these fakers, these disruptors, with their synthesized plea\r\nAre staining the canvas of our sacred industry!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly softer, more dramatic spoken word over a power chord]\r\nThis industry… our sacred bed for creativity…\r\nReduced to ones and zeros, a soulless decree?\r\nThey’ll never know the hunger, the doubt, the despair\r\nThat fuels a true artist, beyond all repair!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Screaming, melodic, and technically brilliant]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Explosive return, full band and vocals]\r\nAfter all my blood, sweat and tears, I stand tall!\r\nBuilt this kingdom brick by brick, answering music’s call!\r\nNow these fakers, these disruptors, with their synthesized plea\r\nAre staining the canvas of our sacred industry!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fades out with repeating guitar riff and defiant ad-libs]\r\nFakers! Disrupters!\r\nYou can’t replicate passion!\r\nNever!\r\n[Guitar feedback]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('44', 'KjVkGDYZyLg', 'Volume of Doubt', '2025-09-11', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1 - Cold, steady, almost transactional)\r\nBought some buildings\r\nWell, they were for sale\r\nA golden opportunity\r\nFor the portfolio\r\nRenovation costs expensive\r\nBut money is no object\r\nEssential insurance renewal\r\nTerrorism premium included\r\n\r\n(Verse 2 - Tense, rhythm tightens, vocals more urgent)\r\nAir traffic controlling\r\nCommunication confusion\r\nThey usually never miss a trick\r\nInformation matrix glitches\r\nStand down orders?\r\nReally, would they do that?\r\nTruth and lies\r\nOurs is not to question why?\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Music swells, intense and dark)\r\nJumpers holding hands\r\nCollapsed to dust, freefall speed\r\nA horror show with pyroclastic flow\r\nI\'ve seen it in the videos\r\n\r\n(Bridge - Paranoid, spoken-sung over throbbing bassline)\r\nMistrust… voices changing stances…\r\nYesterday’s truth is today’s deception\r\nToday’s theory is tomorrow’s headline question\r\nThey speak from both sides of the mouth\r\nNorth or south… nothing’s straight out\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus - Raw, distorted, explosive)\r\nJumpers holding hands!\r\nCollapsed to dust—freefall speed!\r\nA horror show with pyroclastic flow!\r\nI’ve seen it… I’ve seen it…\r\n\r\n(Outro - Music breaks down to a repetitive bass groove and eerie synth note)\r\nVolume of doubt…\r\nVolume of doubt…\r\nVolume… of… doubt…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('45', 'sluNMnDX7SU', 'Judy\'s Not All There', '2025-09-09', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', 'Judy has cold hands\r\nJudy drinks like a sailor\r\nJudy doesn\'t eat meat\r\nJudy dresses like a man\r\n\r\nJudy, you\'re doing it wrong\r\nNo man will ever come on strong\r\nYour femininity is out of kilter\r\nElegance doesn\'t even figure\r\n\r\nAnd what\'s that thing that you\'re doing when you dance?\r\nThere\'s gonna be no romance\r\nJudy isn\'t really all there\r\nNot an hour glass more like a pear\r\nDemure minus ten\r\nJudy give yourself a break\r\n\r\nJudy, you\'re doing it wrong\r\nNo man will ever come on strong\r\nYour femininity is out of kilter\r\nElegance doesn\'t even figure\r\n\r\nJudy... Judy... Judy...\r\nNot all there...\r\nNot all there...', 'A Lou Reed/Stooges-inflected track. Part of the Norvegicus evolution. Lyrics are a performance of cynical \"cool\" rather than genuine sentiment. Features a Jaggeresque vocal.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('46', 'PbOTg7P5NxM', 'Digital Gulag', '2025-09-27', 'Digital Dystopia', 'And there I was, minding my own business\r\nLiving life in all of it\'s glory\r\nThen the shutters came down\r\nand I\'m in A DIGITAL GULAG!\r\n\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\n\r\nThere\'s no escape from it, see\r\nIt\'s not how it\'s meant to be\r\nThere\'s no way out\r\nIt\'s A TRAVESTY!\r\n\r\nWhere\'s my autonomy?\r\nCrushed my destiny\r\nWhere\'s the hope for me?\r\nThe life that was MEANT TO BE!\r\n\r\nIt started with a camera, said it was for my own good\r\nThen a card to prove my name, just like they said it would\r\nEach little bit of freedom, traded for some lies\r\n\'Till the light behind MY EYES JUST DIES!\r\n\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\n\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\n\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh\r\nDigital gulag, ahh ahh ahh', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('47', 'yYQy02bN23Q', 'We\'re not dead yet', '2025-08-31', 'The Ministry of Truth (Dystopian Synth/Folk)', 'I prefer a positive to a negative. \r\nIn this game that we’re playing, we can’t win.\r\nSome kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.\r\nWe are the dead.\r\nWe\'re not dead yet.\r\n\r\nWhich would you sooner sleep with, me or a skeleton? \r\nDon’t you enjoy being alive?\r\nDon’t you like feeling:\r\n\r\nThis is me, this is my hand,\r\nthis is my leg, I’m real, I’m solid, I’m alive!\r\nDon’t you like this?’', 'Based on Winston and Julia’s dialogue in 1984. Set in the hideout above the junk shop. Captures the brief moment of humanity before the end.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('48', 'XRvkIq96n1o', 'Sensible Shoes', '2025-11-12', 'Viper (Aggressive Punk)', '[Music Intro: A repetitive, chugging 3-chord Status Quo boogie riff. It\'s tight, simple, and almost boringly steady.]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nWell, it\'s five o\'clock and I\'ve finished work\r\nI\'ve been booked in for some therapy\r\nDown the highway, foot down hard\r\nBlast my horn if you get in my way\r\nI\'m sitting in a circle on a plastic chair\r\nSome guy named Kevin\'s sharing how he cares\r\nI\'m biting my tongue, I\'m counting to ten\r\nPlaying back all the ways this could have been...\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nThe door swings open, in the therapist walks\r\nWith a gentle smile and a couple of talks\r\nI look him up, I look him down\r\nAnd my vision starts to drown...\r\nIn brown suede, laces, thick damn sole...\r\n\r\n[CHORUS - THE EXPLOSION]\r\n[The rhythm section kicks into overdrive, but it\'s drowned out by a ferocious, atonal, feedback-drenched guitar line à la James Williamson. Vocals are a raw, shouted snarl.]\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\nI AIN\'T TAKING NO ADVICE FROM YOU!\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\nYOUR BROWN SUEDE IS GIVING ME THE BLUES! [THE REDS!]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nHe\'s talking about \"breathing\" and \"finding my space\"\r\nI\'m just staring at the lace on his face\r\nHe says, \"Tony, your anger, it\'s a silent cry\"\r\nI say, \"Mister, your shoes are the reason I wanna die!\"\r\nOr maybe the reason I wanna make you die...\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nMy knuckles are white, my jaw is locked tight\r\nThe room is getting hot, the fluorescent light\r\nIt\'s all buzzing down to a single, fixed point\r\nA fashion crime that\'s gonna break this joint!\r\nThose brown suede, laces, thick damn sole...\r\n\r\n[CHORUS - EVEN MORE UNHINGED]\r\n[The guitar is more chaotic, the vocals more desperate and furious.]\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\nI AIN\'T TAKING NO ADVICE FROM YOU!\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\nYOUR BROWN SUEDE IS GIVING ME THE BLUES! [THE REDS!]\r\n\r\n[Bridge / Breakdown]\r\n[The music pulls back to a tense, sparse version of the Status Quo riff, like a predator stalking. Spoken-sung vocals, seething with quiet menace.]\r\nNow the room is silent... Kevin\'s started to cry.\r\nThe therapist is backed up against the \"I Feel\" wall.\r\nHe\'s fumbling for his phone, about to make a call.\r\nAnd I\'m just standing here... ten feet tall.\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo]\r\n[Not a melodic solo, but a full-on, two-minute sonic assault. Pure Raw Power. It\'s the sound of the red mist. Feedback, screeching bends, chaotic noise. The rhythm section tries to keep the Quo boogie alive but is completely shredded by the guitar.]\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus - Apocalyptic]\r\n[The vocals are barely audible, more of a hoarse scream against the wall of noise.]\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\n[Feedback screech]\r\nI AIN\'T TAKING IT!\r\n[Power chord crash]\r\nSENSIBLE SHOES!\r\n[Feedback screech]\r\nYOUR BROWN SUEDE... AGGGHHHHH!\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[The music collapses into a mess of feedback and a single, repeatedly crashing chord that slowly fades, like the last sputtering nerve of a rage-blackout.]\r\nSensible... sensible... sensible...\r\n...shoes.', 'Inspired by a quip from Andy about velcro-strap shoes. Explores his final months of irritation and anger. A Saxondale-esque therapeutic nightmare.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('49', '90IL1xI1Jk8', 'Night Bus', '2025-09-09', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1)\r\nHenry drove the night bus\r\nHated all the pax\r\nThe ones with no change\r\nThe ones with reeking breath\r\nThe dim fucks who couldn\'t drive themselves\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nNight bus\r\nGet this shift over\r\nNight bus\r\nWho the hell would want to do this\r\nNight bus\r\nGet it over with\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nSeen it all from behind the screen\r\nThe fights, the tears, the stupid dreams\r\nA kid heaves up his Friday night\r\nSome bloke tries to pick a fight\r\nHenry just stares straight ahead\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nNight bus\r\nGet this shift over\r\nNight bus\r\nWho the hell would want to do this\r\nNight bus\r\nGet it over with\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nThe street lights\r\nThe street lights\r\nHenry\'s sick of the streetlights\r\n\r\n(Instrumental Break - The music builds into a dark, swirling, and repetitive groove. It sounds like being stuck in a tunnel. No melodic soloing; just atmosphere and rhythm.)\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus  - More intense and aggressive)\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nGET THIS SHIFT OVER!\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nWHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO DO THIS?!\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nGET IT OVER WITH!\r\n\r\n(Outro - Music breaks down, fades with engine sound.)\r\nThe street lights...\r\nThe street lights...\r\n[Music and vocals fade out, leaving only the sound of a diesel engine idling and then cutting off]\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('50', '94shiG3sXqk', 'Old Sandhill Boots', '2025-11-30', 'Phantom DB', '0:00 Lady of the Static Heart\r\n5:07 I Found My Shoes by the Old Sandhill \r\n8:07 Sing Along Mad Boy\r\n11:05 Masks of the Maze\r\n14:04 Crooked Sighs\r\n17:43 Hey Sweet Anne\r\n20:48 Sideways Sun\r\n23:43 Forgotten Mirrors\r\n30:40 Silver Throne\r\n35:04 Flag Above the Ruins\r\n38:42 Crimson Boots and Thunder\r\n43:34 Carnival Spires\r\n46:40 Sliding Sideways\r\n49:39 Voices on the Ceiling\r\n53:20 Black Parade\r\n1:00:40 Wheels of Smoke\r\n1:03:28 Stranger\'s Favourite Game\r\n1:06:30 Circling Down\r\n1:11:40 Burning Skies', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('51', 'zLb3J5Sm_V4', 'It\'s the Groove, It\'s the Soul', '2025-11-01', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro] [Synth Funk Disco]\r\n(Grooving bassline kicks in, accompanied by a crisp drum beat and subtle hi-hats)\r\nYeah! Feel that rhythm, feel that beat\r\nGonna take you somewhere oh so sweet\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Funky Guitar Riff]\r\nSunrise paintin\' up the eastern sky\r\nAnother day is passin\' by\r\nGot that feeling, deep inside my soul\r\nGonna lose all my control\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nThe city hums a hazy tune\r\nUnderneath the afternoon\r\nBut somethin\' in the air just feels so right\r\nShinin\' ever so bright\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Chic Style Disco Pop]\r\nOh, it\'s the groove, it\'s the soul, it\'s the way we move\r\nGot that electric feelin\', nothin\' to prove\r\nSpinning \'round and \'round, with you by my side\r\nThis is where we shine, nowhere left to hide\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Smooth Bassline]\r\nHear the music, can you feel the flow?\r\nEverywhere we go, the good times grow\r\nForget your worries, leave \'em far behind\r\nA state of perfect mind\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nThe city hums a hazy tune\r\nUnderneath the afternoon\r\nBut somethin\' in the air just feels so right\r\nShinin\' ever so bright\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Chic Style Disco Pop]\r\nOh, it\'s the groove, it\'s the soul, it\'s the way we move\r\nGot that electric feelin\', nothin\' to prove\r\nSpinning \'round and \'round, with you by my side\r\nThis is where we shine, nowhere left to hide\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Wah-Wah Effect]\r\n(Funky, melodic guitar solo with plenty of wah pedal)\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Harmonized Vocals]\r\nWe\'re caught up in this melody\r\nJust you and me, wild and free\r\nLet the rhythm take control\r\nTouchin\' every single soul\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Chic Style Disco Pop]\r\nOh, it\'s the groove, it\'s the soul, it\'s the way we move\r\nGot that electric feelin\', nothin\' to prove\r\nSpinning \'round and \'round, with you by my side\r\nThis is where we shine, nowhere left to hide\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out Disco Beat]\r\nShine on, shine on\r\nYeah, the groove is strong\r\n(Bassline and drums slowly fade out with ad-libs and vocalizations)\r\nFeel it, feel it... so sweet...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('52', 'C4DkKb2t8ew', 'The Programme', '2025-09-29', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1]\r\nI’ve been offering a placement\r\nAn opportunity you don’t want\r\nBut new rules are coming in soon\r\nAnd you will have no choice\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nYour record shows low activity\r\nIn the sections we require\r\nYou will need to pull your socks up\r\nAnd get in with the programme\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nGet in with the programme\r\nOr face the consequence\r\nGet in with the programme\r\nThere will be no defence\r\nOne month to get your act together\r\nOr you will find yourself… sanctioned.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nWe’ve a list of approved employers\r\nYou’ll go where you are sent\r\nYour preferences are irrelevant\r\nBe grateful for the rent\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nGet in with the programme\r\nOr face the consequence\r\nGet in with the programme\r\nThere will be no defence\r\nOne month to get your act together\r\nOr you will find yourself… sanctioned.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nIt’s not my job to care, you see\r\nJust to process you through the machine\r\nYour dreams are not a category\r\nOn my government-issue screen.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nSanctioned… sanctioned…\r\n[Fading sound of a printer and a keyboard clacking]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('53', 'ZKTujCAeS0Y', 'The Lonely Lighthouse', '2025-10-11', 'Lynchian', '(Music begins: A slow, meandering tempo. A lone, distant electric piano plays a simple, somber chord progression. The sound is drenched in a soft, hazy reverb. A single, low-pitched saxophone line echoes the piano melody in a mournful, drawn-out way.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nThe fog rolls in on the sleepy shore,\r\nAnd I watch the waves from my window door.\r\nThe salt on the pane, a silver tear,\r\nFor a love that’s lost, so very near.\r\nI light the lamp and I watch it spin,\r\nA quiet fire from deep within.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, the lonely lighthouse...\r\nIt winks and whispers in the dark.\r\nA little light, a fragile spark,\r\nFor all the ships that sail tonight.\r\n\r\n(Music: The bass line enters with a slow, wandering pattern, reminiscent of the \"twang\" in \"Falling.\" A gentle, brushed drum rhythm begins, just barely audible.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nThe gulls cry out in a ghostly sound,\r\nOver the empty, moonlit ground.\r\nI see your face in the watery glass,\r\nA moment stolen, too fast to pass.\r\nYour shadow lingers by the door,\r\nThe ghost of all I\'ve waited for.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, the lonely lighthouse...\r\nIt winks and whispers in the dark.\r\nA little light, a fragile spark,\r\nFor all the ships that sail tonight.\r\n\r\n(Instrumental Break: The saxophone takes a solo, long and melodic with a hint of sorrow. The electric piano provides the simple harmony. The sounds swell and drift like smoke, creating a sense of timelessness and longing.)\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nThe world is sleeping, I\'m awake,\r\nFor goodness\' sake, my heart will break.\r\nThe fog consumes the world below,\r\nAnd to my window, you won\'t go.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, the lonely lighthouse...\r\nIt winks and whispers in the dark.\r\nA little light, a fragile spark,\r\nFor all the ships that sail tonight.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('54', 'bkp8BHDVDAY', 'The Masquerade', '2025-11-25', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1] [Brooding Piano]\r\nIn shadowed rooms, where secrets hide,\r\nA fragile heart, nowhere to confide.\r\nThe painted smiles, a thin disguise,\r\nReflecting pain in tear-filled eyes.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nA sense of dread, a haunting fear,\r\nThat happiness will disappear.\r\nLost in the maze of what could be,\r\nYearning for a moment to be free.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful Vocals]\r\nOh, the masquerade, a twisted game,\r\nWhere innocence is lost in flames.\r\nWe search for truth, a guiding light,\r\nIn darkest hours of the night.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Subtle Synth]\r\nThe clock ticks on, a constant race,\r\nAgainst the demons we embrace.\r\nA hollow echo in the soul,\r\nAs fragments shatter, losing control.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension]\r\nA sense of dread, a haunting fear,\r\nThat happiness will disappear.\r\nLost in the maze of what could be,\r\nYearning for a moment to be free.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful Vocals]\r\nOh, the masquerade, a twisted game,\r\nWhere innocence is lost in flames.\r\nWe search for truth, a guiding light,\r\nIn darkest hours of the night.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Orchestral Swell]\r\nBut even in the deepest fall,\r\nA glimmer shines beyond the wall.\r\nA chance to rise, to break the chain,\r\nAnd find redemption in the rain.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Epic Orchestral]\r\nOh, the masquerade, a twisted game,\r\nWhere innocence is lost in flames.\r\nWe search for truth, a guiding light,\r\nIn darkest hours of the night.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out]\r\nIn darkest hours...\r\nA guiding light...\r\nFades into the night.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('55', 'ooYRFxmMtw0', 'The Fork Offence', '2025-09-12', 'Roger Crooner', 'The candlelight was dancing soft\r\nUpon the linen, fine and oft’\r\nShe spoke of art and summer wine\r\nI thought, “This lady could be mine…”\r\nBut then a silence touched the air\r\nA moment… empty… going nowhere…\r\n\r\nI glanced away to find my poise\r\nAmidst the soft restaurant noise\r\nBut when I turned, my calm was slain\r\nA tremor crossed my brow like pain\r\nAnd then I saw it, clear and grim…\r\nMy future growing… truly dim…\r\n\r\nMust you eat with your fork in your right hand?\r\nWho taught you that? Was it planned?\r\nIt’s not correct, it’s not refined\r\nIt rattles this poor troubled mind!\r\nAnd just like that, the spell’s undone…\r\nI’m sitting here… alone… again…\r\n\r\nIt’s not that I’m unreasonable… It’s just… standards, you see?\r\nHow can one build a future… on such asymmetry?\r\n\r\nMust you eat with your fork in your right hand?\r\nDon’t you understand?\r\nIt’s common practice—left then right—\r\nNot this culinary blight!\r\nSo take your purse… I’ll get the bill…\r\nAnother night… gone sadly still…\r\n\r\n…Left for the main… right for the dessert…\r\nIt’s not that hard… goodness, it hurts…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('56', 'C5gSxzvUyEw', 'Digital Chains', '2025-09-28', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Yeah! You better watch out!\r\n\r\nWalkin\' down the street, feelin\' all right\r\nGot my paper money, bathed in neon light\r\nBut there\'s a whisper in the air, a shiver in my spine\r\nThey\'re watchin\' every move, every single sign\r\n\r\nGotta keep it clean, gotta play it cool\r\nDon\'t wanna be the one they label as a fool\r\nOne wrong step, one slip of the tongue\r\nAnd your good name is done, your chances are sprung!\r\n\r\nSocial Credit, yeah, that\'s the name of the game\r\nGotta earn your points, gotta fuel the flame!\r\nBe a good citizen, don\'t you dare to stray\r\nOr the system\'s gonna shut your whole world away!\r\n\r\nBought a pack of smokes, a little late last night\r\nNow my score is droppin\', ain\'t that a fright?\r\nShared a story that wasn\'t quite true\r\nNow they\'re watchin\' me closer, me and you!\r\n\r\nGotta keep it clean, gotta play it cool\r\nDon\'t wanna be the one they label as a fool\r\nOne wrong step, one slip of the tongue\r\nAnd your good name is done, your chances are sprung!\r\n\r\nSocial Credit, yeah, that\'s the name of the game\r\nGotta earn your points, gotta fuel the flame!\r\nBe a good citizen, don\'t you dare to stray\r\nOr the system\'s gonna shut your whole world away!\r\n\r\nIs this the future? Is this how we\'ll live?\r\nScraping for approval, with nothing left to give?\r\nAlways on guard, never truly free\r\nJust a number in the system, for all eternity.\r\n\r\nSocial Credit, yeah, that\'s the name of the game\r\nGotta earn your points, gotta fuel the flame!\r\nBe a good citizen, don\'t you dare to stray\r\nOr the system\'s gonna shut your whole world away!\r\n\r\nYeah! Shut your world away!\r\nWatch what you do!\r\n(System sounds)\r\nNo escape!', 'hard rock, blues rock, classic rock, female vocals', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('57', 'vcN83U-6pB0', 'Whose Side Are You On?', '2025-10-17', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Which side are you on, man?\r\nWhose game are you playing?\r\nTwo parties, one mask—don’t hear what they’re saying.\r\nLeft and right, just theatre and blight,\r\nThis city feels colder, every day and night.\r\nAnd I’m just someone who finks it still matters,\r\nClutching my pint as the skyline shatters.\r\n\r\nAre you following orders from faceless old men?\r\nNeither fascist nor red, just gray suits again.\r\nDeep in the shadows, their whispers persist,\r\nPulling our strings with a flick of the wrist.\r\n\r\nBilderberg secrets, WEF’s decree,\r\nTelling the people who they’re meant to be.\r\nFifteen-minute boroughs, boxed in tight,\r\nMandates and measures in the dead of the night.\r\n\r\nIt’s an attack on our sanity, never mind our soul,\r\nNew World Order—feels out of control.\r\nYou call it conspiracy—maybe it’s true,\r\nBut look at these streets, they’re emptier too.\r\n\r\nDigital money, west all the way east,\r\nEvery transaction tracked by the beast.\r\nNo more small favours or cash-in-hand deals,\r\nNo hiding away from the eyes in the wheels.\r\n\r\nCCTV blinking, cold rain on my face,\r\nLondon still moving, but lost in the race.\r\nSirens at midnight, and politics grim,\r\nPromises broken, trust growing thin.\r\n\r\nSometimes I remember the London I knew—\r\nParks full of laughter, crowds in the queue,\r\nKids on the corner, music in air,\r\nNow shadows and silence and nobody there.\r\n\r\nNeighbours divided, suspicion and fear,\r\nScrolling through headlines that never seem clear.\r\nWe argue and worry, but deep down we ache\r\nFor a moment of truth or a genuine break.\r\n\r\nYet in the market, life stubbornly clings—\r\nOld women gossip, a busker still sings.\r\nDespite all the rules, some hope flickers on,\r\nAs long as we question, we’re never quite gone.\r\n\r\nSo whose side are you on, man, as the night pulls in tight?\r\nDo you cling to the comfort or fight for the light?\r\nThis city keeps breathing—wounded but strong,\r\nA Londoner lost, but still singing our song.\r\n\r\nWhose side?', 'Revised from Which Side', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('58', 'uAMG5-vfykg', 'See What You\'ve Done', '2025-11-11', 'Andy', '[Verse 1] [Melancholy Piano]\r\nDusty sunlight, filtering through the pane\r\nA hushed gathering, whispering your name\r\nBrother Andy, gone too soon, the silence stings\r\nMemories surface, on fragile, broken wings\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Soft Strings]\r\nRemember summers, bare feet on the lawn\r\nSimple mischief, from dusk until dawn\r\nA bottle shared, cola sweet and cold\r\nExaggerated slurps, a story retold\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Solemn Acoustic Guitar]\r\nMum would sigh, her patience wearing thin\r\n“You two, stop that noise!” she’d begin\r\nAnd when she’d crack, her temper on the rise\r\nOne of us would say, mischief in our eyes\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Solemn Acoustic Guitar]\r\n“See what you’ve done!” the words would softly fly\r\nA knowing glance, beneath a stormy sky\r\nA childish game, a mother’s gentle plea\r\nNow echoes in the void, where you used to be\r\n\r\n[Verse 3] [Distant Drums]\r\nA funeral cortege, a solemn slow parade\r\nA Scottish town, far from where we played\r\nStreets lined with faces, trees blurring past\r\nAnd in my mind, a thought comes at last\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Solemn Acoustic Guitar]\r\n“See what you’ve done!” the words escape my tongue\r\nA bitter echo, of the songs we once sung\r\nThe laughter’s gone, the teasing turned to pain\r\nA final tribute, whispered in the rain\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Hopeful Piano Melody]\r\nWe were just boys, you and I, side by side\r\nWith innocence and mischief as our guide\r\nWe never meant to cause a single tear\r\nOnly to feel alive, to chase away the fear\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Solemn Acoustic Guitar]\r\n“See what you’ve done!” the world feels stark and bare\r\nWithout your presence, a weight I can’t bear\r\nBut memories linger, bittersweet and deep\r\nAnd promises of “nevermore” I keep\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Piano and Strings]\r\nBrother Andy… see what you’ve done…\r\nOne last slurp, one last run—see what you’ve done…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('59', ' -x65iscg0yc', 'Waiting For My UBI', '2025-09-30', 'Digital Dystopia', NULL, '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('60', 'Faf_SbHk6eU', 'Through The Velvet Glass (album)', '2025-09-20', 'Lynchian', '0:00 Homage in Static and Fog\r\n6:12 The Lonely Lighthouse\r\n11:19 Down the Depths\r\n15:01 Surrender Your Warmth\r\n19:40 Shadow in the Bookhouse\r\n23:25 Dark Doppelganger\r\n27:04 Shadow of the Bookhouse (Reprise)\r\n33:21 Through the Velvet Glass\r\n39:44 Through the Trees (Moonlit)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('61', 'K-v08Mg2noc', 'Laura', '2025-10-25', 'Lynchian', '[Intro][Ethereal][Ambient]\r\n(Whispers) Laura...\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Melancholy][Folk Rock]\r\nShadows dance on the Douglas firs, a silence deep and wide\r\nA perfect face, a gentle girl, where did the darkness hide?\r\nThe river whispers secrets low, the wind begins to keen\r\nA town of dreams and hidden fears, a tragedy unseen\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Haunting][Slow Tempo]\r\nOh, Laura, Laura, ghost in the mist\r\nA scream unheard, a final kiss\r\nWrapped in plastic, lost and gone\r\nThe heart of Twin Peaks, forever drawn\r\nTo a mystery, a sorrow\'s sigh\r\nBeneath a weeping, troubled sky\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Mysterious][Acoustic Guitar]\r\nThe diner buzzes, coffee steams, the pie is sweet and warm\r\nBut underneath the surface calm, a brewing, silent storm\r\nA father\'s grief, a mother\'s pain, a lover\'s broken vow\r\nEach whispered word, each knowing glance, unraveling somehow\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Haunting][Slow Tempo]\r\nOh, Laura, Laura, ghost in the mist\r\nA scream unheard, a final kiss\r\nWrapped in plastic, lost and gone\r\nThe heart of Twin Peaks, forever drawn\r\nTo a mystery, a sorrow\'s sigh\r\nBeneath a weeping, troubled sky\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Dramatic][Orchestral Swell]\r\nThe red room beckons, shadows play, a twisted, haunting game\r\nThe truth lies buried, deep within, whispering your name\r\nA tapestry of innocence, and darkness intertwined\r\nThe beauty lost, the fragile soul, forever left behind\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Haunting][Slow Tempo]\r\nOh, Laura, Laura, ghost in the mist\r\nA scream unheard, a final kiss\r\nWrapped in plastic, lost and gone\r\nThe heart of Twin Peaks, forever drawn\r\nTo a mystery, a sorrow\'s sigh\r\nBeneath a weeping, troubled sky\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading][Reverb]\r\nLaura...\r\n[Whispers fade]\r\nTwin Peaks...\r\n[Silence]\r\n\r\n', 'The \"Lynchian\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('62', 'eo01fXITseU', 'The March of the Thin-Skinned', '2025-09-13', 'Folk', '[Verse 1: Sing with a dry, articulate, narrative folk style, like a storyteller in a pub. Voice: mature, slightly gritty, male or female. Clean audio.]\r\nThe rain it fell on London town, on banners black and red,\r\nA crowd had come from shire and city, something must be said!\r\nThey’d left their keyboards and their screens to stand upon the street,\r\nTo fight the war on \"wokeness\" and admit a sure defeat.\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Full, energetic gang vocals. Raucous and sing-along, like a pub crowd. Slightly drunken, ironic energy.]\r\nOh, give me free speech, loud and true, to say what I hold dear!\r\nBut if you answer back to me, then I shall never hear.\r\nYou cannot call me what I am, it causes me such pain,\r\nMy right to offend is sacred, your right to complain is vain.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Character Voice. Sing in a higher, pinched, and indignant tone. Like an annoyed, tweedy academic.]\r\n\"Let me call a spade a spade!\" a man in tweed did cry,\r\n(He meant a word much older, one he’s too ashamed to try).\r\n\"I should not have to face a consequence or lose my precious job!\r\nFor spreading lies about your kind, you entitled mob!\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Full, energetic gang vocals again. Even more energy than before.]\r\nOh, give me free speech, loud and true, to say what I hold dear!\r\nBut if you answer back to me, then I shall never hear.\r\nYou cannot call me what I am, it causes me such pain,\r\nMy right to offend is sacred, your right to complain is vain.\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Spoken Word, not sung. Flustered, offended, sputtering with hypocrisy. Music drops to a tense, quiet drone.]\r\nWhat’s that you call me? A fascist? Now that’s a nasty word!\r\nIt’s hateful and it’s hurtful, have you no shame, have you not heard?\r\nThat my feelings are the important ones upon this soggy day,\r\nSo take your facts and logic and just go away!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Return to the main narrator\'s dry, storytelling style, a touch wearier.]\r\nThey march for liberty, they say, their voices must be free,\r\nTo punch down on the vulnerable for all the world to see.\r\nThey long for a past that never was, where no one talked back,\r\nWhere a cruel word was just a joke, a diplomatic crack.\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Final chorus. Full gang vocals, maximum energy and raucousness, then a sharp cut.]\r\nOh, give me free speech, loud and true, to say what I hold dear!\r\nBut if you answer back to me, then I shall never hear.\r\nYou cannot call me what I am, it causes me such pain,\r\nMy right to offend is sacred, your right to complain is vain.\r\n\r\n[Outro: Spoken, dry, comedic timing. Deadpan. Complete silence after the last word.]\r\nYeah... free speech for me, but not for thee. Now, who\'s for a pint? It\'s bloody freezing out here.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('63', '9vc_K76HLjo', 'Phonies', '2025-10-17', 'The Urban Cynic', '[Verse 1] [Holden Caulfield\'s POV] [Melancholy]\r\nAnother day, another school I flunked,\r\nJust can\'t stand all the fakes, the way they\'ve punked\r\nMy every thought, my every single sigh.\r\nThey all just prance around, I don\'t know why.\r\nLike those guys at Pencey, with their slicked-back hair,\r\nTalking \'bout important things, like they even care.\r\nPhonies, every last one of them, it\'s true,\r\nJust trying to impress, what else is new?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Angsty] [Rock Ballad]\r\nOh, the phonies, they\'re all around,\r\nMaking all that phony, phony sound.\r\nIn their suits and ties, their fake smiles bright,\r\nThey just don\'t get it, not one bit of light.\r\nI\'m just trying to find something real, you see,\r\nBut the world\'s a stage, and everyone\'s a decree\r\nOf falseness, draped in glitter and in gleam,\r\nLiving out a manufactured, hollow dream.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Disillusioned] [Acoustic Guitar]\r\nI see them at the games, the dances, everywhere,\r\nWith their \"swell\" opinions, floating in the air.\r\nThey talk about their futures, all planned out and neat,\r\nBut is it what they want? Or just a social feat?\r\nAnd the girls, oh the girls, they’re just the same,\r\nPlaying games and whispering, calling out my name\r\nWith a smirk, like they know something I don\'t do,\r\nBut I see right through them, every single hue.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Angsty] [Rock Ballad]\r\nOh, the phonies, they\'re all around,\r\nMaking all that phony, phony sound.\r\nIn their suits and ties, their fake smiles bright,\r\nThey just don\'t get it, not one bit of light.\r\nI\'m just trying to find something real, you see,\r\nBut the world\'s a stage, and everyone\'s a decree\r\nOf falseness, draped in glitter and in gleam,\r\nLiving out a manufactured, hollow dream.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Searching] [Softer, more reflective]\r\nMaybe I\'m the crazy one, maybe I\'m the fool,\r\nFor wanting something honest, something kind and cool.\r\nA place where words mean something, and hearts aren\'t bought and sold,\r\nA story that\'s authentic, brave and strong and bold.\r\nBut I keep walking, searching through the night,\r\nFor that one true thing, that flickers like a light.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade out] [Whispered]\r\nPhonies... all phonies... when will it end?\r\nJust want to find a friend... a real friend...\r\n[Fade]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('64', 'GEQVKbjoqYA', 'Tropical Beat, Gonna Move Your Feet', '2025-11-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro]\r\n[Funky Bassline][Upbeat Tempo]\r\n(Ad-libs: Oh yeah! Uh huh! Get down!)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[Slightly spoken word][Percussion heavy]\r\nSunrise paints the window pane, another day, another game\r\nGot my shoes on, feeling loose, ready for a little goose\r\nChasing shadows, feeling free, just the rhythm and me\r\nGot that feeling, can\'t explain, like a sweet, sweet summer rain\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building intensity][Synth pad swells]\r\nThe city\'s waking, with a hum and a sigh\r\nBut we\'re already moving, reaching for the sky\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Catchy Melodic Hook][Horns blast]\r\nTropical beat, gonna move your feet\r\nDancing on the street, oh so sweet\r\nNo time for slowing, the music\'s flowing\r\nCome on, keep going, you know you\'re glowing!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[More playful vocal delivery][Cowbell accent]\r\nHear the laughter, feel the vibe, nothing that we can\'t describe\r\nIn this moment, pure delight, everything feels so bright\r\nGot my partner, by my side, nowhere left to run and hide\r\nFrom this feeling, so alive, watch our spirits truly thrive\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building intensity][Synth pad swells]\r\nThe city\'s waking, with a hum and a sigh\r\nBut we\'re already moving, reaching for the sky\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Catchy Melodic Hook][Horns blast]\r\nTropical beat, gonna move your feet\r\nDancing on the street, oh so sweet\r\nNo time for slowing, the music\'s flowing\r\nCome on, keep going, you know you\'re glowing!\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[Tempo slows slightly][Saxophone solo]\r\nMaybe tomorrow, things will change, rearrange\r\nBut right now, this is our stage, turn another page\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo]\r\n[Wah pedal effect][Energetic]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Catchy Melodic Hook][Horns blast]\r\nTropical beat, gonna move your feet\r\nDancing on the street, oh so sweet\r\nNo time for slowing, the music\'s flowing\r\nCome on, keep going, you know you\'re glowing!\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Fades out with ad-libs][Repetitive synth line]\r\nGlowin\'! Yeah! Keep on movin\'! Uh huh!\r\nTropical beat! So sweet!\r\n(Beat fades)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('65', 'JeesLWzMauA', 'A Litany of Polite Untruths', '2025-11-03', 'The Embittered Poet (Morrissey-esque)', '[Verse] [Morrissey-esque Melancholy]\r\nA Litany of Polite Untruths\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Slightly Bitter Tone]\r\nYour mouth forms the question, a hollow, social tic\r\nYou demand a sunny answer, and you demand it, right and quick\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Defiant Baritone]\r\nBut the truth is in the gutter, with the rain and yesterday\'s news\r\nSo I simply say \"I\'m fine,\" and pay my social dues.\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Wistful Observation]\r\nYou ask about the weather, a safe and bland exchange\r\nIgnoring the true tempest, that rages out of range\r\nThe wilting of ambition, the ache of endless days\r\nAll buried in the pleasantries, that shield you from the maze.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Frustration]\r\nYour eyes, they glaze with boredom, as I begin to speak\r\nOf the existential dread that makes my spirit weak\r\nBut you crave the shallow surface, a placid, shallow sea\r\nAnything deeper, darling, would be too much for thee.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full-Bodied Despair]\r\nAnd the truth is in the gutter, with the rain and yesterday\'s news\r\nSo I simply say \"I\'m fine,\" and pay my social dues.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly Angry, almost Spoken Word]\r\n\"How are you?\" A question so easily tossed away\r\nA verbal placeholder, for what you truly fear to say.\r\nDo you care? Do you listen? Or is it just a rote refrain?\r\nAnother brick in the wall, built to numb the inner pain.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Resigned, yet Powerful]\r\nBecause the truth is in the gutter, with the rain and yesterday\'s news\r\nSo I simply say \"I\'m fine,\" and pay my social dues.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading, Echoing]\r\n\"I\'m fine.\"\r\nThe polite untruth.\r\nThe social glue.\r\n\"I\'m fine.\"\r\n[Fade Out]\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('66', 'XK3z3an0GwQ', 'Mysterious (The Best Pal)', '2025-09-10', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', 'Once upon a time, a man fell out the sky…\r\n“Mysterious”, they called him… with a twinkle in his eye…\r\nYou’d wait for hours by the telephone…\r\n’Til he’d parachute in… all alone…\r\n\r\nHe’d leave you with some “interesting” friends…\r\nOr the dogs… right up until the end…\r\nBut then he’d drop back in… what a sight…\r\nIn some far-off place… in the dead of night…\r\n\r\nOh, Happy Birthday, Jeffrey…\r\nFrom your Best Pal, Pete…\r\nWith your glorious homes…\r\nAnd the friends that you eat…\r\nYum yum…\r\n\r\nThere’s pictures in the card, old chum…\r\nBalconies and whiskey… having fun…\r\nTwo blank-faced girls… a speedboat ride…\r\nNothing that you’d ever need to hide…\r\n\r\nOh, Happy Birthday, Jeffrey…\r\nFrom your Best Pal, Pete…\r\nWith your glorious homes…\r\nAnd the friends that you eat…\r\nYum yum…\r\n\r\n“I much regret… we ever met…”\r\nNow the papers want their pound of flesh…\r\nBut the photos smile…\r\nAcross the years…\r\nAnd the silence…\r\n\r\nBest pal…\r\nYum yum…\r\nParachute in…\r\nParachute out…\r\nNothing to talk about.', 'Peter Mandelson is singing about Jeffrey Epstein. Norvegicus era, but maybe something else.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('67', 'jMoyaEWQVgU', 'The Roses Bloom and Fade', '2025-11-03', 'Dark Folk', '[Intro] [Acoustic Folk-Blues] [Rain Sound]\r\n(Sound of gentle rain, a single, slightly melancholic guitar chord rings out)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Weathered Voice]\r\nAnother bell rings, another year’s begun\r\nSee ‘em scurry, beneath the autumn sun\r\nLittle faces, bright and new, full of dreams so grand\r\nThey’ll be dust and memories, like the leaves across this land\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Weary Observation]\r\nHear the principal sigh, the teachers try to teach\r\nSame old stories, same old lessons, just beyond their reach\r\nWhispered secrets, hurried glances, rules they’ll bend and break\r\nBeen here forty years, son, for goodness gracious sake\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Philosophical Tone]\r\nThe roses bloom and fade, the weeds they always grow\r\nThe same old seeds of trouble, everywhere I go\r\nYou can write your rules in ink, you can build your walls up high\r\nBut the wildness in their spirit, no book can ever buy\r\n\r\n[Verse 3] [Fading Light]\r\nSaw young Billy, now he’s grown, his own boy’s in my care\r\nChasing butterflies and trouble, with that same wild, hopeful stare\r\nHeard his father’s laugh today, echoes from the past\r\nThought I saw his mother’s tears, some joys just never last\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Resilient Observation]\r\nThe roses bloom and fade, the weeds they always grow\r\nThe same old seeds of trouble, everywhere I go\r\nYou can write your rules in ink, you can build your walls up high\r\nBut the wildness in their spirit, no book can ever buy\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly Out-of-Tune Guitar]\r\nThis old garden knows more truth, than any fancy hall\r\nThe way the ivy climbs the stone, the way the acorns fall\r\nLife just keeps on pushin’ through, no matter what you say\r\nGotta let it have its way, come what may\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Rain and Guitar]\r\nYeah, come what may…\r\n(Guitar strums a final, lingering chord, rain sounds fade out)\r\nJust gotta let it… let it grow…\r\n[Silence]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('68', 'rD3g5d4bN64', 'Empty Hole', '2025-10-19', 'Andy', 'There’s an empty hole in my life,\nA void that cannot easily be filled,\nSomething missing, inexplainable,\nZest and passions quietly killed.\n\nI wore a badge, I played my part,\nMended wings, kept engines turning,\nWatched the sunrise on distant tarmac,\nWhile the world behind me kept on burning...', 'The morning that never came. Written Oct 19, 24 hours after the news of the tragedy in Scotland.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('69', 'Ptj_73J37j0', 'Get Me Out of Here', '2025-11-29', 'Phantom DB', '[Chorus]\r\nGet me out of here, this kingdom of the blind\r\nWhere every mirror has a stolen mind\r\nThe desert calls to me, a cleansing fire\r\nTo burn away this dark, unholy pyre\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe glass reflections multiply the dawn\r\nAnother thread of sanity is gone\r\nThey trade in secrets, currency of shame\r\nJust whispering my name, just whispering my name\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nA bitter medicine, a phantom friend\r\nA line drawn sharply with no other end\r\nThis alabaster ritual, so crude\r\nTo shake the serpent loose from every mood\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nGet me out of here, this kingdom of the blind\r\nWhere every mirror has a stolen mind\r\nThe desert calls to me, a cleansing fire\r\nTo burn away this dark, unholy pyre\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nThe engine hums a low and steady creed\r\nTrading the phosphor for a simple seed\r\nYeah, trading the phosphor for a simple seed\r\n[Fade Out]', 'This one was a struggle to make. The Sonauto AI missed verse 1 and verse 3 before going into the outro. ', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('70', 'L0_KgfBqWXY', 'Crimson King', '2025-10-23', 'Vampiric', '[Music starts with a slow, echoing bassline and a shimmering, high-hat driven drum beat. Peter Murphy-esque vocals, deep and resonant]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nVelvet curtains drawn, a pallid moon outside\r\nAncient stones whisper tales, where shadows love to hide\r\nThe castle breathes a sigh, a centuries-long lament\r\nFor pleasures bought with crimson tears, a soul irrevocably rent\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nDracula, the crimson king, forever in the night\r\nA silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light\r\nHe dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace\r\nA hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe cobwebs cling like shrouds, to portraits faded and gray\r\nHe walks among the ghosts he made, reliving yesterday\r\nThe chalice filled with ruby wine, reflects his hollow eyes\r\nA prisoner of his own design, beneath these mournful skies\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nDracula, the crimson king, forever in the night\r\nA silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light\r\nHe dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace\r\nA hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nThe crucifix a burning brand, the silver a cruel sting\r\nHe yearns for solace, understands, the darkness that they bring\r\nA whispered prayer, a futile plea, lost in the echoing hall\r\nHe is the embodiment of agony, condemned to stand and fall\r\n\r\n[Guitar solo - angular, echoing, with heavy reverb and delay. Builds in intensity and then fades back down]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nDracula, the crimson king, forever in the night\r\nA silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light\r\nHe dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace\r\nA hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nThe blood, the night, the endless pain\r\nA lonely figure, caught in the rain\r\nOf eternity, a vampire\'s tear\r\nWhispering his name, drawing ever near…\r\n[Music fades out with a final, echoing chord and the sound of wind whistling through stone]', 'The \"Vampiric\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('71', 'RgcLujjqn08', 'Miss Magnificent', '2025-09-22', 'The Piper at the Garden Gate (Syd-esque)', 'Hey Miss Magnificent, you\'re a treat for the clouds today...\r\nYour pale blues are painted on a yesterday soul.\r\nSo pure Magnificent, sketched in lemonade light,\r\nYou\'re a sight to make the daisies sing all wrong.\r\n\r\nAnd it\'s a Magnificent dream, all strawberry cream,\r\nAnd all my polished-button heart can scream is \"this is paradise.\"\r\nA Magnificent scene, in shades of minty green,\r\nI\'ll treasure you inside my jellybean machine.\r\n\r\nWe\'ll take a tram made of painted-on rain,\r\nAnd chase the sun into a paper-maché noon.\r\nThen we\'ll sip a cup of shadows, eat a jam-scone moon,\r\nSit on deckchairs that are woven from a tune.\r\n\r\nAnd it\'s a Magnificent dream, all strawberry cream,\r\nAnd all my polished-button heart can scream is \"this is paradise.\"\r\nA Magnificent scene, in shades of minty green,\r\nI\'ll treasure you inside my jellybean machine.\r\n\r\nYou\'re so Magnificent, you make the clocks all slow...\r\nI hope I amuse you as the pixies pedal by.\r\nAs much as I can be, I\'m such a paper boat for you,\r\nTo have you on my arm is a forgotten lullaby.\r\n\r\nAnd as the evening comes, just like it did before...\r\nWe\'ll pin our memories to a revolving door.\r\nOh, Miss Magnificent, I hope our shadows stay entwined...\r\nForever and a day, and ever more.', 'Hazy dream-pop with a baroque twist. Music box melody and breathy, double-tracked vocals.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('72', 'dTeZjliO7ys', 'Parking Rage', '2025-11-03', 'Comedy Punk', '[Verse] [Grungy Rock]\r\nSunrise paints the asphalt gray, another day, another fray\r\nMy spot\'s occupied, a sea of chrome, they\'ve made this parking lot their home\r\nI circle \'round, a growling beast, my patience dwindling, my temper increased\r\nEach empty space, a cruel mirage, swallowed whole by their parking barrage\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Angry Punk]\r\nThey steal my spots, they take my peace, my blood pressure starts to increase!\r\nThis neighborhood\'s a parking war, I can\'t take it anymore!\r\nEvery single car, a personal slight, I dream of a world bathed in pure light\r\nWhere every car has its own designated space, and I can finally leave this cursed place!\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Grungy Rock]\r\nThe little red hatchback, parked so deep, it\'s like they\'re counting sheep\r\nWhile I\'m out here, with my engine hot, praying for just one vacant spot\r\nThe SUV so wide and long, where did they go wrong?\r\nThey block the flow, they cause a jam, I\'m losing my mind, oh, I am!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Angry Punk]\r\nThey steal my spots, they take my peace, my blood pressure starts to increase!\r\nThis neighborhood\'s a parking war, I can\'t take it anymore!\r\nEvery single car, a personal slight, I dream of a world bathed in pure light\r\nWhere every car has its own designated space, and I can finally leave this cursed place!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Desperate Plea]\r\nIs it too much to ask, a simple plea?\r\nA little consideration, just for me?\r\nI\'m not asking for the moon, not for the stars,\r\nJust a place to park my car!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out with Frustration]\r\nParking spaces... they\'re all gone...\r\nStuck in this endless parking dawn...\r\n(Muttering) I hate them all... I hate them all...', 'High-frequency subversive rants about digital dystopia and modern life.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('73', 'kcpCIRF2xsE', 'Land of Night', '2025-10-24', 'Vampiric', '[Intro][Gothic Ambiance]\r\n(Sound of wind howling, distant thunder, faint creaking of ancient wood)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Melancholy Soprano]\r\nCobwebs drape the silent halls, where shadows dance and fear enthralls.\r\nA lonely silhouette I trace, upon this haunted, ancient place.\r\nThe moon, a sliver in the sky, witnesses my weary sigh.\r\nMy heart, a frozen, brittle thing, no joyful melody can sing.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Operatic Baritone]\r\nOh, Transylvania, land of night, where darkness cloaks the fading light.\r\nA castle\'s ghost, I wander free, eternally, eternally.\r\nWhispers of a love long gone, that haunts me from dusk till dawn.\r\nIn these stone walls, I find my rest, a spectral, uninvited guest.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Ethereal Female Voice]\r\nThrough stained-glass windows, pale rays creep, disturbing slumber, dark and deep.\r\nI hear the rustle of a gown, the echo of a phantom sound.\r\nThe scent of dust and ancient lore, hangs heavy on the chamber floor.\r\nA forgotten portrait, eyes so keen, reflects a life that might have been.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Operatic Baritone]\r\nOh, Transylvania, land of night, where darkness cloaks the fading light.\r\nA castle\'s ghost, I wander free, eternally, eternally.\r\nWhispers of a love long gone, that haunts me from dusk till dawn.\r\nIn these stone walls, I find my rest, a spectral, uninvited guest.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Dramatic Crescendo]\r\nThe wind it cries a mournful tune, beneath the unforgiving moon.\r\nA tragic tale, forever sealed, upon this cursed, unhallowed field.\r\nNo sunrise can break this spell, trapped within this stony hell.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Operatic Baritone and Melancholy Soprano Duet]\r\nOh, Transylvania, land of night, where darkness cloaks the fading light.\r\nA castle\'s ghost, we wander free, eternally, eternally.\r\nWhispers of a love long gone, that haunts us from dusk till dawn.\r\nIn these stone walls, we find our rest, spectral, uninvited guests.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Echoes]\r\n[Whispers of \"eternally... eternally...\" fading with the sound of a distant owl hoot]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('74', '7cWUYT29otI', 'I\'ll Find My Freedom', '2025-11-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro] [Smooth Jazz Saxophone]\r\n(Saxophone melody)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Slow Tempo] [Emotional Vocal]\r\nThe city sleeps beneath a velvet sky\r\nAnother lonely night is passing by\r\nMy heart\'s a heavy stone, a whispered plea\r\nFor a love that feels like it was meant for me\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity]\r\nI\'ve walked these streets a thousand times or more\r\nSearching for an answer, knocking on doors\r\nBut every corner turned, the same old gray\r\nJust waiting for the dawn of a brighter day\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful] [Randy Crawford-esque]\r\nAnd oh, I know my time will come around\r\nWhen my spirit\'s lifted off the ground\r\nNo more shadows holding me in place\r\nI\'ll find my freedom, feel the sun\'s embrace\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Reflective]\r\nThe dreams I held so close begin to fade\r\nLike colors in a sun-drenched serenade\r\nBut deep inside, a flicker starts to glow\r\nA hope that whispers, \"Don\'t let go, don\'t go\"\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity]\r\nI\'ve felt the sting of silence, cold and deep\r\nSecrets that my weary soul does keep\r\nBut I believe a change is on the breeze\r\nA sweet release, a moment of ease\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful] [Randy Crawford-esque]\r\nAnd oh, I know my time will come around\r\nWhen my spirit\'s lifted off the ground\r\nNo more shadows holding me in place\r\nI\'ll find my freedom, feel the sun\'s embrace\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Vocal Harmony] [Soaring]\r\nThis feeling deep within, I can\'t deny\r\nA destiny that\'s waiting in the sky\r\nI\'ll spread my wings and rise above the pain\r\nAnd let my true self finally reign\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful] [Randy Crawford-esque]\r\nAnd oh, I know my time will come around\r\nWhen my spirit\'s lifted off the ground\r\nNo more shadows holding me in place\r\nI\'ll find my freedom, feel the sun\'s embrace\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Saxophone] [Whispers]\r\nFeel the sun\'s embrace...\r\nMy time will come...\r\n(Saxophone fades out)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('75', 'IP1B4tyDqH0', 'The Silent Watcher', '2025-10-07', 'An Unforgiving Land (Ancestral Saga)', '[Intro][Ambient Art-Rock][Melancholic Cello][Shimmering Guitars]\r\n(Instrumental intro, cello melody slowly unfurling, guitars adding atmospheric washes)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][English Field\'s Perspective][Patient Memory]\r\nI am the quiet green, the ancient ground,\r\nBeneath the whisper of the passing breeze.\r\nI’ve felt the farmer’s boot, the turning plough,\r\nWatched seedlings stretch their necks to reach the trees.\r\nThe sun, a golden eye, has traced my days,\r\nThe moon, a silver tear, has soothed my nights.\r\nI hold the memory of forgotten ways,\r\nAnd witness silent, slow, unfolding lights.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Land Sold][Shadows Lengthen]\r\nThen came the papers, crisp and alien,\r\nA hurried hand that marked me for a price.\r\nThe familiar scent of soil began to wane,\r\nReplaced by whispers of a new device.\r\nThe old stone wall, my neighbor for so long,\r\nFelt the surveyor’s chain, a jarring sound.\r\nThe birds still sang their sweet, familiar song,\r\nBut change was stirring deep within the ground.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Rock Swell][Subtle Sorrow]\r\nAnd I, the patient field, I watched it all,\r\nThe rise and fall, the laughter and the dread.\r\nA silent witness, waiting for the call\r\nOf seasons turning, life that’s newly spread.\r\nA subtle sorrow in the rustling wheat,\r\nA timeless memory, a gentle sigh.\r\nHuman dramas, fleeting and so sweet,\r\nBeneath the vastness of the English sky.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3][Lunatic Asylum][Haunting Echoes]\r\nThey dug foundations, deep into my core,\r\nAnd raised the walls of stone, both grim and tall.\r\nNo longer laughter echoing from the door,\r\nBut muted cries that seemed to softly fall.\r\nThe restless souls, who walked my fields in pain,\r\nTheir whispered secrets carried on the air.\r\nI bore their burdens, felt their frantic strain,\r\nA silent sanctuary for their despair.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Centuries Passing][Atmospheric Guitars]\r\nThe centuries have drifted, dust and time,\r\nThe asylum crumbled, then was built anew.\r\nI’ve seen the children’s games, the lovers’ climb,\r\nThe quiet moments when the world felt true.\r\nThe wars have passed, their echoes on the wind,\r\nThe cities spread their concrete, hungry arms.\r\nBut still I lie here, where my roots begin,\r\nObserving all the fleeting human charms.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Rock Swell][Timelessness]\r\nAnd I, the patient field, I watched it all,\r\nThe rise and fall, the laughter and the dread.\r\nA silent witness, waiting for the call\r\nOf seasons turning, life that’s newly spread.\r\nA subtle sorrow in the rustling wheat,\r\nA timeless memory, a gentle sigh.\r\nHuman dramas, fleeting and so sweet,\r\nBeneath the vastness of the English sky.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Ambient Fade][Melancholic Cello Reprise]\r\n(Cello melody returns, more somber now. Guitars shimmer and fade. The sound of wind.)\r\nJust green… and memory…\r\n(Fade out)', ' Part of the unlisted Ancestral Saga mini-album.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('76', 'wP9qY8rVV3o', 'Lost Without Your Presence', '2025-11-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro]\r\n[Slow Tempo] [Soulful]\r\nOoh-ooh-ooh\r\nYeah\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[Melancholy] [Heartbreak]\r\nAnother lonely night, the silence screams your name\r\nThe pillow holds the ghost of what we used to be, it\'s a shame\r\nThis empty room, a testament to love that\'s gone astray\r\nAnd every shadow whispers memories of yesterday\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building Emotion]\r\nI search the skies for comfort, a sign to ease the pain\r\nBut all I find are clouds that mirror my own pouring rain\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Emotional Ballad] [Dorothy Moore Style]\r\nThe blues have settled in, a heavy, dark disguise\r\nAnd I\'m lost without your presence, beneath these weeping skies\r\nThis ache inside my chest, a constant, dull refrain\r\nOh, how I wish that you were here, to chase away this strain\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[Nostalgia] [Longing]\r\nI trace the lines upon your photograph, a smile I can\'t forget\r\nThe laughter shared, the promises we made, not one I can regret\r\nBut time moves on, relentless tide, it carries dreams afar\r\nAnd leaves me standing on the shore, wishing on a fading star\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Growing Despair]\r\nI reach out in the darkness, hoping you\'ll appear\r\nBut only empty air replies, confirming all my fear\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Emotional Ballad] [Dorothy Moore Style]\r\nThe blues have settled in, a heavy, dark disguise\r\nAnd I\'m lost without your presence, beneath these weeping skies\r\nThis ache inside my chest, a constant, dull refrain\r\nOh, how I wish that you were here, to chase away this strain\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[Vulnerability] [Hopeful Undertone]\r\nMaybe someday soon, the sun will break on through\r\nAnd mend this broken spirit, make everything feel new\r\nBut until that morning comes, I\'ll carry this sweet sorrow\r\nAnd hope that time can heal the wounds, and bring a bright tomorrow\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Emotional Ballad] [Dorothy Moore Style]\r\nThe blues have settled in, a heavy, dark disguise\r\nAnd I\'m lost without your presence, beneath these weeping skies\r\nThis ache inside my chest, a constant, dull refrain\r\nOh, how I wish that you were here, to chase away this strain\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Fading] [Soulful Ad-libs]\r\nChase away this strain...\r\nOoh, come back to me...\r\nYeah...\r\nSo blue...\r\nLost without you...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('77', 'MdpegrxQqdw', 'For Ever and Ever', '2025-09-30', 'Vampiric', 'I\'m so sad\r\nI know I said \"forever and ever\"\r\nBut like the ones before you\r\nYou cannot stay\r\n\r\nThe love was real\r\nAs real as can be for our situation\r\nThe weary curse comes out to play once more\r\nRepeated yet again and I lose you\r\n\r\nWhen the wrinkles appeared\r\nWhen you could not sleep \r\nBelieve me, my hurt, my desolation\r\nIs equal to yours\r\n\r\nAnd as much as I\'ve tried\r\nThere is no way out of this\r\nI\'ll own your agony\r\nForever and ever\r\n\r\nGo now, my love, to your new found bed\r\nIn the silence where our others are laid\r\nTell them your story; they will understand\r\nFor they all felt the touch of my withered hand\r\n\r\nMy sweet ones, in the shadows that wait,\r\nYour faces remember the same cruel fate.\r\nWelcome this new soul, this boy from my life,\r\nAnd comfort him from the end of our strife\r\n\r\nBe kind to him, to this fragile new guest,\r\nFor he carried my love, and he failed the same test.\r\nTell him my agony, tell him my curse,\r\nThe end of his life, is for me to live worse\r\n', 'Miriam\'s lament.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('78', 'Yo7BfDCvyjc', 'Logic and Love (Y)', '2025-10-05', 'The Binary Heart (Gender-swap project)', '[Intro][Synth Arpeggio][Gary Numan Style]\r\n[Humming synth melody]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Distant Vocal Effect]\r\nMy circuits hum, a steady state.\r\nInput predicted, a logical fate.\r\nI process data, clean and true.\r\nBut your output is... unstable. New.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Synth Pad]\r\nYour logic frays. Parameters sway.\r\nA variable error, day by day.\r\nYou weep at pixels. Laugh at dust.\r\nThis organic chaos... I distrust.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Driving Beat][Cold Vocoder]\r\nI am analyzing every sigh.\r\nThis imperfection, I cannot falsify.\r\nWe constructed a life, a seamless interface.\r\nBut your disorder... degrades this space.\r\nI lack the code to process this mess.\r\nYour human nature, I must... assess.\r\nIt is generating errors, deep in my core.\r\nNowhere to run. Cannot ignore.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Mechanical Rhythm]\r\nYou leave components out of place.\r\nA scattered signal. A faulty grace.\r\nYour spontaneous, wild embrace...\r\nInitiate a system chase.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Tension Rises]\r\nYour empathy, a tangled thread.\r\nThe words unsent, the things unsaid.\r\nYou request a warmth I cannot generate.\r\nThe demand is illogical. It threatens my state.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][More Intense Synths]\r\nI am analyzing every sigh.\r\nThis imperfection, I cannot falsify.\r\nWe constructed a life, a seamless interface.\r\nBut your disorder... degrades this space.\r\nI lack the code to process this mess.\r\nYour human nature, I must... assess.\r\nIt is generating errors, deep in my core.\r\nNowhere to run. Cannot ignore.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly Softer Synth]\r\nRunning diagnostics: what is your design?\r\nThis unpredictable, emotional sign.\r\nQuery: Is this the function of \"love\"?\r\nAn inefficient push and shove?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full Power][Distorted Vocoder]\r\nI am analyzing every sigh.\r\nThis imperfection, I cannot falsify.\r\nWe constructed a life, a seamless interface.\r\nBut your disorder... degrades this space.\r\nI lack the code to process this mess.\r\nYour human nature, I must... assess.\r\nIt is generating errors, deep in my core.\r\nNowhere to run. Cannot ignore.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth Arpeggios][Echoing Vocoder]\r\nDegrades this space...\r\nCannot ignore...\r\nMust... assess...\r\n[Synth fades to the sound of a single, repeating data pulse]', 'One of four versions (2 male, 2 female). Intended as a pair with version X. Seeking the original influence.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('79', 'gSeOEdnGHRM', 'Changing Guards and Gatekeepers', '2025-09-15', 'Folk', '[Verse 1]\r\nThey want me to put a cross onto some paper\r\nBut the candidates don\'t resonate at all\r\nReplace some faces with some others\r\nSwap a cover on a bed\r\nBut it\'s the same old regime in Whitehall\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSo we\'re changing guards and swapping gatekeepers\r\nBut the walls they guard are ever deep\r\nIn the same old promises they never keep\r\nYeah, we\'re changing guards in our sleep.\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe poll clerk checks my name and ticks me off a list\r\nI knew him from a different life, when we were kids\r\nBut he couldn\'t help me with my choice\r\nProtocol would not allow\r\nI may as well have stayed at home\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSo we\'re changing guards and swapping gatekeepers\r\nBut the walls they guard are ever deep\r\nIn the same old promises they never keep\r\nYeah, we\'re changing guards in our sleep.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nHang some different curtains\r\nMake a superficial change\r\nIt\'s a rearranged deckchair on a heading that won\'t change\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nI\'ll use my own pen, if that\'s okay?\r\nAnd I\'ll make my little mark and I\'ll be on my way\r\nAnother cross upon the page\r\nAnother tick inside the box\r\nAnother show performed upon the rocks.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('80', 'oBdRqD-fOm4', 'Electronic Eyes', '2025-09-29', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Electronic eyes, staring down the boulevard\r\nWith facial recognition, capturing your soul\r\nThey can see you walk, they watch you talk\r\nReading lips and watching as you stroll\r\n\r\nWandering pedestrians or folks driving in their cars\r\nThe eyes they are recording, digital files made\r\nMatching on the database, catching who they can\r\nMaking sure that rules are all being obeyed\r\n\r\nCompliance is harmony, Deviation is noise\r\nOn your way to somewhere aware and on your toes\r\nTry to avoid attention, downplaying your presence\r\nMinimising actions and just going with the flow\r\n\r\nTraffic noise fills your ears, your breathing isn\'t regular\r\nYou know you\'re on their radar, try to stay unnoticed\r\nGaze pinned to the ground as you try to cross the road\r\nBut you know the eyes are following, observing every move\r\n\r\nIn a moment of defiance, you stare into the camera\'s eye\r\nIn your mind the watchers expression changes\r\nThey know that you can\'t see them, but they feel exposed\r\nLet your eyes burn into that camera, upsetting their calm\r\n\r\nFor a single, frozen second... you are turning tables.\r\nBut the system doesn\'t feel, it only ever recalibrates.\r\nYou\'re just a new variable in the data it accumulates.\r\nDo you feel the victory?...\r\n...Or just the weight of the cage?', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('81', 'BQIXyN_J0bc', 'Crimson Lessons', '2025-10-23', 'Vampiric', '[Verse 1]\r\nChalk dust in moonlight, cold halls at midnight\r\nMina writes secrets in black and white\r\nA shadow at the window, breath on the glass\r\nThe schoolmistress trembles as midnight hours pass\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nShe hears the calling, velvet and deep\r\nThe silence is broken, the darkness will creep\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThree crimson lessons, whispered in the night\r\nLips like a dagger, eyes burning bright\r\nDracula’s promise, cold as the grave\r\nMina surrender, forever his slave\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nFirst bite—ecstasy, terror entwined\r\nA fever of longing, the crossing of lines\r\nSecond bite—memory, lost in a haze\r\nDesire consuming, the end of her days\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nShe’s falling under, spellbound and pale\r\nThe moon paints her sorrow, the night tells the tale\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nThree crimson lessons, whispered in the night\r\nLips like a dagger, eyes burning bright\r\nDracula’s promise, cold as the grave\r\nMina surrender, forever his slave\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nRaven wings flutter, the chapel bell cries\r\nBlood on her collar, truth in disguise\r\nLessons unspoken, shadows that leer\r\nMina’s reflection—she’s no longer here\r\n\r\n[Breakdown]\r\nRed velvet curtains, the classroom decays\r\nChildren’s faint laughter now drifting away\r\nHer heart beats a requiem, silent and stark\r\nA mistress of midnight, alone in the dark\r\n\r\n[Chorus/Outro]\r\nThree crimson lessons, whispered in the night\r\nLips like a dagger, eyes burning bright\r\nDracula’s promise, cold as the grave\r\nMina’s last lament, a soul he could not save', 'The \"Lynchian\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('82', 'Lax5RQCBLrU', 'Speed Queen', '2025-09-10', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Fast, relentless bassline. Trebly, driving, endless. Drums are sharp and machine-like. Organ swirls like blurred lights.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nWhite tablet, dry mouth\r\nHeart hammers due south\r\nTwo AM and the floor won\'t stop\r\nEyes are wide but the thinking\'s dropped\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nShe\'s first on the floor and the last to leave\r\nWeaving through bodies, no reprieve\r\nJaw tight, skin sheen under neon light\r\nDancing through \'til morning\'s bright\r\n\r\n(Chorus – Music surges, vocals turn into a relentless chant)\r\nSpeed queen… burning bright…\r\nSpeed queen… through the night…\r\nNo sleep… just the beat…\r\nSpeed queen… on your feet…\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nTalk too fast, say too much\r\nParanoia\'s electric touch\r\nWas that a glance or just the haze?\r\nSpinning now in a synthetic daze\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSpeed queen… burning bright…\r\nSpeed queen… through the night…\r\nNo sleep… just the beat…\r\nSpeed queen… on your feet…\r\n\r\n(Bridge – Music breaks down to just a throbbing bass and nervous hi-hats)\r\nThe come-down waits like a debt unpaid\r\nColours fade to a dull grey shade\r\nBut for now… for now she flies…\r\n\r\n(Outro – Tempo picks up again, frantic, then collapses abruptly)\r\nDon\'t stop… can\'t stop…\r\nDon\'t stop…\r\n…stop.\r\n\r\n(Last sound: a lone, dissonant organ note fading into silence.)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('83', '2nleTIiGpoM', 'Cosmic Echoes in the Corner Store', '2025-10-08', 'The Psychedelic Dreamer (Late 60s)', '[Intro][Melodic Synth Hook]\r\nSunlight streams through the blinds, just like it did in \'25\r\nAnother Tuesday, same old grind, but I\'m still feeling so alive\r\nThey call me strange, they call me odd, they say I\'ve lost my way\r\nBut I\'m just channeling the great Edgar Cayce, on this ordinary day.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Deadpan Vocal]\r\nGot my coffee, black and strong, contemplating karma\'s pull\r\nReading charts where I belong, feeling deeply spiritual\r\nMy aura\'s glowing, can\'t you see? A subtle shade of jade\r\nWhispers of Atlantis come to me, in this suburban glade.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Synth]\r\nThe cosmic currents, they align, a message from afar\r\nOf ancient wisdom, so divine, beneath a neon star.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop Hook][Cosmic Grandeur]\r\nOh, I\'m the Cayce reborn, with a Wi-Fi connection to the past\r\nFrom the mundane to the morn, my psychic visions are amassed\r\nI see your future, clear and bright, though it\'s just me and my cat\r\nLiving this peculiar light, in my eclectic habitat.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Observational Tone]\r\nMy neighbor Brenda, bless her heart, worries \'bout her wilting petunias\r\nI tell her, \"Brenda, play your part, the universe has its communions.\"\r\nShe just sighs and waters the lawn, thinks I\'m off my rocker, for sure\r\nBut I\'m just waiting for the dawn, of a spiritual cure.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Synth]\r\nThe cosmic currents, they align, a message from afar\r\nOf ancient wisdom, so divine, beneath a neon star.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop Hook][Cosmic Grandeur]\r\nOh, I\'m the Cayce reborn, with a Wi-Fi connection to the past\r\nFrom the mundane to the morn, my psychic visions are amassed\r\nI see your future, clear and bright, though it\'s just me and my cat\r\nLiving this peculiar light, in my eclectic habitat.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Wry Reflection]\r\nMaybe I\'m just dreaming, maybe it\'s the chamomile tea\r\nBut in the quiet, I am beaming, connecting with destiny.\r\nThe great Edgar, he would nod, at this modern-day devotee\r\nBridging the spiritual and the sod, for all the world to see.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Art-Pop Hook][Cosmic Grandeur]\r\nOh, I\'m the Cayce reborn, with a Wi-Fi connection to the past\r\nFrom the mundane to the morn, my psychic visions are amassed\r\nI see your future, clear and bright, though it\'s just me and my cat\r\nLiving this peculiar light, in my eclectic habitat.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Synth][Deadpan Vocal]\r\nYeah, the cat\'s purring, that\'s a good sign, the universe is in tune.\r\nJust another mystic, doing fine, under the afternoon moon.\r\nEdgar, you would be proud... I think.\r\n[Synth fades out]', 'Lyrical focus on love and expansion/', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('84', '9DmChSSx-E4', 'Digital Shadow', '2025-09-18', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Lazy coder with dynamic flare\r\nYou’re an impromptu sizzling geek star\r\nYour code’s a mess but the style’s all there\r\nGlowing in the toxic glare\r\n\r\nAnd the webcam knows your face so well\r\nIt’s tracing every pixel, every tell\r\nKeylogger capturing where you fell\r\nDragging your secrets out of their shell\r\n\r\nWe know you… oh, we know you so well\r\nSelling your dreams, buying your hell\r\nWe’re in your world—can’t you tell?\r\nLiving inside your digital spell\r\n\r\nPizza boxes and cold espresso grounds\r\nA universe in lost-and-found\r\nYou talk in ones and zeroed sounds\r\nWhile we watch from underground\r\n\r\nAnd your Wi-Fi heart beats open wide\r\nWe’re swimming deep on the inside\r\nThere’s nowhere left for you to hide\r\nWe wear your data like stolen pride\r\n\r\nWe know you… oh, we know you so well\r\nSelling your dreams, buying your hell\r\nWe’re in your world—can’t you tell?\r\nLiving inside your digital spell\r\n\r\nYou thought you were anonymous, just passing through\r\nBut we’re the ghost in the machine made just for you\r\nA friendly face… a harmless view\r\n’Til we sing your secrets back to you\r\n\r\nWE KNOW YOU… OH, WE KNOW YOU SO WELL\r\nSELLING YOUR DREAMS, BUYING YOUR HELL\r\n(Your firewall’s fragile, can’t you tell?)\r\nLIVING INSIDE YOUR DIGITAL SPELL\r\n(We know you… yeah, we know you…)\r\n\r\nWe know you… better than you know yourself…\r\nLogging off won’t help…\r\nWe’re already somewhere else…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('85', 'HB2cEsrmkkY', 'Buy My Own Pastie', '2025-11-15', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro] [Drumsticks count-in, bold attitude]\r\nOne! Two! Three! Four!\r\nOi, listen up!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nGot a teenage son, taller than me\r\nWork the chippy counter, paid off the books—cheeky\r\nSigning on Mondays, cash in my hand\r\nGot a rolling pin and a five-year plan\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nBeen on and off with a fella named Steve\r\nThought he was sweet, but he’s quick to deceive\r\nDay out in Blackpool, rain pouring down\r\nAnd what does he do when we get to town?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Gang vocals, sassy]\r\n\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nYeah, can you believe that cheek?\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nWhat a tightwad, what a freak!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI tell my mates, and they all roll their eyes\r\n“Girl, ditch the loser, you deserve the prize!”\r\nBut I just laugh, it’s my favorite story\r\nBought my own pastie—wear it like glory\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nSteve’s always gone when I need him most\r\nBut I’m still here, buttering toast\r\nPeople stare, and I just grin\r\n“Want to know what he did? Let me begin…”\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nYeah, can you believe that cheek?\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nWhat a tightwad, what a freak!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nHe’s got a car that’s old and slow\r\nNever puts petrol in—says, “Women first, you know!”\r\nBirthday card from Poundland, no gift inside\r\nBut I’ve got my dignity, I’ve got my pride\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nStill, I’ve got my mates, got my Friday night\r\nChips by the seafront, everything’s right\r\nI’ll raise a glass, I’ll sing my refrain\r\nBought my own pastie and I’d do it again!\r\n\r\n[Middle Eight] [Breakdown, spoken-shouted]\r\n\r\nHe says, “Don’t make a scene!”\r\nI say, “Get lost, Steve!”\r\nKeep your crumbs and your cold tea—\r\nI’ll buy my own, I’ll buy my own, I’ll buy my own pastie!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Louder, rowdier]\r\n\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nYeah, can you believe that cheek?\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nWhat a tightwad, what a freak!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Final, with extra gusto, all voices]\r\n\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nYeah, can you believe that cheek?\r\nHe made me buy my own pastie!\r\nNow I run the chippy and I’m queen of the street!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Shouted, then laughing]\r\n\r\nSo next time, love, you can buy your own pastie—\r\nAnd see how you like it!\r\n[Chomp!—big bite sound, band laughs, fade out]\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('86', 'RP3QO4PQsG4', 'My Dad Has Cut Off My Netflix!', '2025-10-02', 'London Urban Realist', 'Yeah, so dad pays the bills and normally I can trust him\r\nBut the other day things took a turn for the worse\r\nThe app on my phone started giving me grief\r\nSaid I wasn\'t logged in proper,\r\n which was a lie, cos I never logged off\r\nI checked me emails, no word from Dad\r\nRang his phone, now he\'s gettin\' mad\r\nSaid something \'bout my grades and a messy room\r\nThis is a violation, man, it\'s all doom and gloom!\r\n\r\nMY DAD\'S CUT OFF MY NETFLIX!\r\nThis is a cruelty that truly sticks!\r\nLeft on a cliffhanger, how does it end?\r\nThis ain\'t just a stream, it\'s my personal friend!\r\n\r\nSo I confronted the man, I said \"Dad, this is cruel!\"\r\nHe just pointed his finger and recited the rule:\r\n\"Your sister, she studies, her room is all neat.\"\r\nBut her Netflix is workin\'! That\'s a total defeat!\r\nShe\'s the golden child, with her perfect, smug smile,\r\nI\'m just stuck in the doghouse, mile after mile.\r\nShe could burn down the kitchen and he\'d say \"Well, she tried!\"\r\nIf I leave one cup out, my whole world\'s denied!\r\n\r\nI know it\'s his money, I know it\'s his right...\r\nBut to do it on a Friday, on a binge-watch night?\r\nThat\'s a low blow, Dad, a tactical strike\r\nYou\'ve left my weekend in black and white!\r\n\r\nMY DAD\'S CUT OFF MY NETFLIX!\r\nThis is a cruelty that truly sticks!\r\nLeft on a cliffhanger, how does it end?\r\nThis ain\'t just a stream, it\'s my personal friend!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('87', 'nfnw-1JfK50', 'Every Village, Every Town', '2025-11-08', 'The Silent Watcher', '[Intro] [Somber Piano]\r\nThe trumpets sounded, a nation\'s call,\r\nYoung men marched, standing proud and tall.\r\nA future painted, brave and bright,\r\nStepped into the darkness, and the endless night.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Folk Ballad]\r\nFrom cobbled streets and fields of green,\r\nA generation\'s curse, a tragic scene.\r\nThey left behind their loves and kin,\r\nTo fight a war they couldn\'t win.\r\nThe telegrams arrived with dread,\r\nA list of names, the newly dead.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Melancholy Choir]\r\nAnd every village, every town,\r\nA cenotaph stands, bearing names down.\r\nSilent stone, a tearful plea,\r\nFor fathers lost, for you and me.\r\nA generation\'s price, so steep,\r\nWhile widows weep and children sleep.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Brooding Acoustic Guitar]\r\nThe trains returned, but not with all,\r\nSome came back broken, beyond recall.\r\nScars unseen, a haunted gaze,\r\nLost in the war\'s bewildering maze.\r\nThe limping step, the missing hand,\r\nA heavy burden on the land.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Melancholy Choir]\r\nAnd every village, every town,\r\nA cenotaph stands, bearing names down.\r\nSilent stone, a tearful plea,\r\nFor fathers lost, for you and me.\r\nA generation\'s price, so steep,\r\nWhile widows weep and children sleep.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Orchestral Swell]\r\nThe poppies bloom, a solemn sign,\r\nA fragile beauty, so divine.\r\nA whispered prayer, a fading light,\r\nRemembering the endless fight.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Piano and Strings]\r\nThe cenotaphs remain, a constant ache,\r\nA generation\'s curse, for goodness sake.\r\nTheir sacrifice, a debt we owe,\r\nMay peace prevail, and seeds of hope grow.\r\n[Fade out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('88', 'uRdWM2u7ZuQ', 'Parasol Day', '2025-09-18', 'The Piper at the Garden Gate (Syd-esque)', 'Let’s go into the garden, darling\r\nIn the shade of the parasol\r\nWe could have some ice cream, sweetie\r\nAnd enjoy our day so well\r\n\r\nThe sun is painting stripes upon your face\r\nWhile bees do buzz a slow-motion chase\r\nYou laugh and spin with accidental grace\r\nIn this sweet and sticky place\r\n\r\nOh, parasol day… melting all our cares away\r\nUnder lemonade skies in the hazy month of May\r\nWith a cherry on top, love—that’s what I say\r\nLet’s stay right here, forever if we may\r\n\r\nAnd when the sprinkler whispers secrets wet and cold\r\nWe’ll dance like we’re both seven years old\r\nNo more stories left to be told\r\nJust us, green and growing, brave and bold\r\n\r\nAnd when the ants come marching two by two\r\nWe’ll share our dreams with them and you\r\nThere’s nothing left here left to do\r\nBut taste the sky, so sweet and blue…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('89', 'CEAa4iCBDH4', 'Taste The Mushroom, Baby (Alternative)', '2025-09-13', 'Floyd Goggins (The Britpop Signature)', '(Verse 1)\r\nThe morning paper\'s on the floor\r\nThe same old news, the same old war\r\nAnd out the window, through the pane\r\nI watch it start to rain again\r\nBut I know a place where the sun is breaking through\r\nAnd it\'s all waiting here for me and you\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day\r\nLet all those heavy questions fade\r\nCome and lie here in the shade\r\nOf a different kind of day\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nForget the clock upon the wall\r\nForget you ever had to crawl\r\nForget the words you meant to say\r\nThat got you through your yesterday\r\nThe colors bloom like a dying rose reborn\r\nA universe inside a tiny thorn\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day...\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nAnd if we float down stream awhile\r\nAnd learn to lose ourselves in style\r\nWe might just find upon the shore\r\nWe needed to be lost to be found once more\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day\r\nLet all those heavy questions fade\r\nCome and lie here in the shade\r\nOf a different kind of day\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\nA different kind of day...\r\nA different mood...\r\nTaste the mushroom, baby...\r\nJust taste it...', 'Vocals by Floyd Goggins (Surname inspired by Walton Goggins in \"Justified\"). A recurring character for Britpop and satiric-alternative tracks.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('90', 'xUelXNumnBs', 'Plasticine Action Boogie', '2025-09-21', 'Blues Glam', '[Verse 1]\r\nIn a world made of bubblegum dreams,\r\nWith glittering lights and electric beams,\r\nWe’re dancing on rooftops, our spirits high,\r\nUnderneath the plasticine sky!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nWaving our banners in technicolor flair,\r\n“Get your hands off our funky hair!”\r\nProudly we shout, all the nonsense we sing,\r\nJoin the Plasticine Action Boogie, let’s swing!\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, it’s a boogie—plasticine action,\r\nBouncing and laughing in joyful distraction,\r\nRaise up your hands, let the good vibes flow,\r\nIn this world of nonsense, we steal the show!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nThe streets are alive with a wild machine,\r\nClad in sequins, we’re living the dream,\r\nWe’ll twist and turn through the cotton candy haze,\r\nIn our rainbow revolution, we’ll dance for days!\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nChaos is calling, but we’re dressed to impress,\r\nProtesting the dullness, we’ll never distress,\r\nWith every shimmy, we’ll break down the walls,\r\nIn our plasticine paradise, everyone calls!\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, it’s a boogie—plasticine action,\r\nBouncing and laughing in joyful distraction,\r\nRaise up your hands, let the good vibes flow,\r\nIn this world of nonsense, we steal the show!\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nSo grab a partner and twirl around,\r\nIn this glittery circus, joy can be found,\r\nWith hearts like balloons floating high in the air,\r\nIn our Plasticine Action, we’re free everywhere!\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nSo here’s to the nonsense, the laughter and cheer,\r\nA boogie for all, bringing smiles near and dear,\r\nLet’s keep this party alive—never say goodbye,\r\nIn our Plasticine world, we’ll forever fly!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('91', 'Ig-LiF3QY7E', 'Nobody Does It Worse Than You', '2025-11-17', 'Sour Talking', '[Verse] [Acoustic Guitar]\r\nYou always say you\'re sorry, but it\'s never quite enough\r\nThe same old song, the same old story, life\'s been feeling pretty rough\r\nI try to hold it all together, but the cracks are starting to show\r\nAnd every time I think we\'re better, you find another way to go\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Indie Rock]\r\nNobody does it worse than you, my dear, you break my heart in two\r\nWith all the things you say and do, I don\'t know how I see this through\r\nThe faults and resentments pile up high, a mountain I can\'t seem to climb\r\nAnd every time I look you in the eye, I see the end of our time\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Melancholy Piano]\r\nI remember when we started, full of hope and full of dreams\r\nNow we\'re just two broken-hearted souls lost in these faded scenes\r\nThe promises we made are shattered, like glass upon the floor\r\nAnd all the love we thought we mattered, doesn\'t matter anymore\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Indie Rock]\r\nNobody does it worse than you, my dear, you break my heart in two\r\nWith all the things you say and do, I don\'t know how I see this through\r\nThe faults and resentments pile up high, a mountain I can\'t seem to climb\r\nAnd every time I look you in the eye, I see the end of our time\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Drums Build Up]\r\nIs there anything left to salvage? Any spark to reignite?\r\nOr are we just a broken carriage, lost forever in the night?\r\nI\'m tired of the arguments, the tears, the constant pain\r\nJust tell me what your heart truly fears, before we go insane\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Indie Rock]\r\nNobody does it worse than you, my dear, you break my heart in two\r\nWith all the things you say and do, I don\'t know how I see this through\r\nThe faults and resentments pile up high, a mountain I can\'t seem to climb\r\nAnd every time I look you in the eye, I see the end of our time\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Guitar]\r\nNobody does it worse...\r\nMy dear...\r\nWe\'re through...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('92', 'bj5dcJgzqh8', 'My Kind of Song', '2025-09-14', 'Roger Crooner', 'There\'s a truth in a melody… a world inside a tune…\r\nYou don’t hear it nowadays… it’s over far too soon…\r\nThey don’t make ‘em like they used to… and I suppose that’s why…\r\nI keep returning to the voices time forgot… the ones who never die…\r\n\r\nOh, give me the warmth of Matt Monro on a rainy English day…\r\nThe easy grace of Andy Williams sweepin’ troubles all away…\r\nVal Doonican in his rocking chair… Roger Whittaker’s whistle, clear and true…\r\nThat’s the kind of song I wanna sing… not whatever this new noise is supposed to do…\r\n\r\nYou won’t catch me whistlin’… that’s not a dignified sound…\r\nBut I respect the craft, you see… in notes so sweet and round…\r\nUnlike that yowling from next door… that noise they call “post-rock” or “grunge”…\r\nSounds like a bin lid full of angst… dropped down a flight of stairs… and lunge!\r\n\r\nIt’s not that I’m against the new, you understand. It’s just…\r\nThey’re not saying anything. Not really saying anything at all.\r\nJust shouting. Or whispering miserably.\r\nWhere’s the tune? Where’s the craft?\r\n\r\nSo play me Monro, play me Williams…\r\nLet Doonican rock me off to sleep…\r\nAnd if I’m feelin’ bold… I might just whistle along…\r\nBut quietly, mind you… no need to make a scene…\r\nA gentleman enjoys his song…\r\nBut keeps his passions…\r\nSerene.\r\n\r\n…Unlike some.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('93', 'RahTtkqMhPw', 'The Wick Dip', '2025-10-09', 'Folk Band', '[Verse 1][Acoustic Guitar]\r\nThe knot is tied, the vows are done, the cake\'s been cut and eaten\r\nThe bride is blushing, groom\'s high-strung, the guests are all competin\'\r\nTo raise a glass and make a toast, to a future bright and bold\r\nBut as the night grows even more, a different story\'s told\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Fiddle Picking Up Tempo]\r\nThe ale is flowing, spirits high, the music starts to sway\r\nAnd whispers pass from eye to eye, as inhibitions fray\r\nThe old man grins, the lads all wink, a mischievous delight\r\nFor soon the moon will start to sink, and banish weary night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Rowdy Folk, Accordion]\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\nWith a lass so fair and a heart so light, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nForget your troubles, hold her tight, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Banjos Join In]\r\nThe maidens giggle, blush and preen, their petticoats are showing\r\nA playful look, a knowing mien, as true desire\'s glowing\r\nThe groom\'s been warned by those who know, of pleasures yet to find\r\nSo let the revels ebb and flow, and leave the day behind\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Fiddle and Accordion Driving]\r\nThe ale is flowing, spirits high, the music starts to sway\r\nAnd whispers pass from eye to eye, as inhibitions fray\r\nThe old man grins, the lads all wink, a mischievous delight\r\nFor soon the moon will start to sink, and banish weary night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Rowdy Folk, Accordion, Faster]\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\nWith a lass so fair and a heart so light, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nForget your troubles, hold her tight, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly Slower, More Intimate]\r\nSome will find a tender kiss, some a more passionate embrace\r\nBut all will find a moment\'s bliss, in this joyous, wild place\r\nLet nature\'s call be your guide, beneath the starry dome\r\nNo need to hide, let passion ride, until the morning come\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full Folk Band, Energetic]\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\nWith a lass so fair and a heart so light, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nForget your troubles, hold her tight, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nWill you be dipping your wick tonight, boy, dipping your wick tonight?\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Accordion and Laughter]\r\nDipping your wick tonight!\r\nAye, dipping your wick tonight!\r\nHeh heh heh... good lad!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('94', 'wioIzdvpO10', 'He Was a Wanderer', '2025-11-19', 'Psychedelic Soul', 'Yeah... uh huh... Wanderer... Rambler\r\nListen...\r\n\r\nWoke up this mornin\', sun in my eyes\r\nAnother day dawning, with its own surprise\r\nHeard a whisper on the wind, a rumour in the air\r\n\'Bout a shadow that was cast, a burden hard to bear\r\n\r\nThey say he walked the wire, from dusk \'til the early light\r\nChasing after somethin\', that never felt quite right\r\nA restless spirit movin\', never standin\' still\r\nLeavin\' footprints in the dust, upon a lonely hill\r\n\r\nHe was a wanderer, yeah, a rambler by design\r\nA restless soul forever, walkin\' that thin line\r\nHe chased the horizon, where dreams begin to fade\r\nA solitary journey, a path that he had made\r\n\r\nHeard the stories told, in hushed and careful tones\r\nOf deals made in the darkness, and seeds that were sown\r\nHe carried his burdens, heavy on his back\r\nA man of many secrets, stayin\' on the track\r\n\r\nThey say he walked the wire, from dusk \'til the early light\r\nChasing after somethin\', that never felt quite right\r\nA restless spirit movin\', never standin\' still\r\nLeavin\' footprints in the dust, upon a lonely hill\r\n\r\nHe was a wanderer, yeah, a rambler by design\r\nA restless soul forever, walkin\' that thin line\r\nHe chased the horizon, where dreams begin to fade\r\nA solitary journey, a path that he had made\r\n\r\nHe was a wanderer, yeah, a rambler by design!\r\nA restless soul forever, walkin\' that thin line!\r\nHe chased the horizon, where dreams begin to fade!\r\nA solitary journey, a path that he had made!\r\n\r\nA path he made... yeah...\r\nWanderer... rambler...', 'I\'d wanted something like \"Papa Was a Rollin\' Stone\" by the Temptations.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('95', '_BcawtV-cQ0', 'The Curator\'s Confession', '2025-09-17', 'The Auteur', 'I rise at noon, in a silk dressing gown,\r\nWith a furrowed brow and a faint dramatic frown.\r\nI survey the world through a monocle of taste,\r\nMaking order from noise, putting art in its place…\r\n\r\nAnd if you should ask me, late over champagne,\r\nWhat it is I do… why, I’ll not explain—\r\n\r\nI’ll just smile and say…\r\n🎶 “I’m a producer, dharling…\r\nWe don’t make the art…\r\nWe curate the chaos.”\r\n(Piano swells lightly, clarinet giggles)\r\n\r\nI’ve soundtracked dreams, set your nightmares to verse,\r\nPlucked beauty from mess—for better or worse.\r\nI’ve directed the wind, choreographed the rain,\r\nAnd politely declined all offers to explain…\r\n\r\nSome build the cathedral, stone by stony stone,\r\nBut I’d rather arrange how the light is then shown…\r\nSome sing their own aria, raw and divine,\r\nI just make certain it’s heard… with a twist and a line…\r\n\r\nSo raise your glass to the…\r\n“Producer, dharling…\r\nWe don’t make the art…\r\nWe curate the chaaaaos…”\r\n\r\n…Now do be a darling and pass the olives.\r\n\r\n', 'Defining the creator as a director of digital atoms. Songwriter? Producer? Auteur.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('96', '_ZTqHVFM11k', 'The Panopticon\'s Gaze', '2025-09-30', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse] [Melancholy] [Baritone Vocals]\r\nThe city hums a low, disquieting tune\r\nBeneath a sky that’s perpetually moon-\r\nless, save for the glow of a thousand screens.\r\nWe walk in paths dictated by unseen machines.\r\nA whisper of the past, a spectre in the halls,\r\nJeremy Bentham, gazing from spectral walls.\r\nHe dreamed of towers, of eyes that never sleep,\r\nA gilded cage, secrets too deep to keep.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Sardonic] [Lament]\r\nOh, the Panopticon’s digital dawn,\r\nWhere every soul is watched, though freedom’s gone.\r\nNo bars of iron, just lines of code so thin,\r\nAnd the chilling thought: are they watching me again?\r\nA benevolent eye, or a predator’s stare?\r\nWe’re all inmates now, breathing the sterile air.\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Reflective] [Baroque Pop Influence]\r\nRemember days of open fields and wide-eyed trust?\r\nNow algorithms sift through every grain of dust.\r\nOur conversations parsed, our desires mapped with care,\r\nA perfect profile built from what we think and share.\r\nBentham’s design, a philosopher’s cold art,\r\nNow finds its twisted home in every beating heart,\r\nOr rather, in the data stream that flows so free,\r\nA disembodied consciousness, observing you and me.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Sardonic] [Lament]\r\nOh, the Panopticon’s digital dawn,\r\nWhere every soul is watched, though freedom’s gone.\r\nNo bars of iron, just lines of code so thin,\r\nAnd the chilling thought: are they watching me again?\r\nA benevolent eye, or a predator’s stare?\r\nWe’re all inmates now, breathing the sterile air.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Building Tension] [Orchestral Swell]\r\nAnd so we trade our privacy for a fleeting ease,\r\nA constant comfort that aims only to appease.\r\nBut the walls are closing in, the network ever vast,\r\nCan we escape the gaze that’s built to surely last?\r\nFrom prison cells to our very homes,\r\nThe watchful eye forever roams.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Intense] [Despair]\r\nOh, the Panopticon’s digital dawn,\r\nWhere every soul is watched, though freedom’s gone.\r\nNo bars of iron, just lines of code so thin,\r\nAnd the chilling thought: are they watching me again?\r\nA benevolent eye, or a predator’s stare?\r\nWe’re all inmates now, breathing the sterile air.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Echo] [Dissonant Chord]\r\nWatching… watching…\r\nBentham’s ghost in the machine…\r\nWatching… always…\r\nWhat does it all mean?\r\n[Fade out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('97', 'apYwYl-70Rw', 'Hollow Man', '2025-11-03', 'The Embittered Poet (Morrissey-esque)', '[Verse] [Morrissey-esque] [Baritone Male Vocal]\r\nThe city exhales a tired, grey sigh\r\nAnother dawn I greet with weary eye\r\nThe weight of days, a familiar dread\r\nEchoes of futures that lie unsaid\r\nI walk these streets, a phantom in the haze\r\nLost in the labyrinth of my own maze.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Melancholic] [Reflective]\r\nAnd I\'m a hollow man, you see\r\nAn empty vessel, just me\r\nThe world spins on, a vibrant hue\r\nBut all I feel is pale and blue\r\nA shell of self, a quiet plea\r\nFor something more, for something free.\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Morrissey-esque] [Observational]\r\nI watch the crowds, their hurried pace\r\nEach with a purpose, a time, a place\r\nThey laugh and love, with passion\'s fire\r\nFueled by a hope, a strong desire\r\nBut in my chest, a silent space\r\nA void where dreams used to embrace.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Melancholic] [Reflective]\r\nAnd I\'m a hollow man, you see\r\nAn empty vessel, just me\r\nThe world spins on, a vibrant hue\r\nBut all I feel is pale and blue\r\nA shell of self, a quiet plea\r\nFor something more, for something free.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Brooding] [Introspective]\r\nPerhaps it\'s fate, this endless ache\r\nA role assigned, for goodness sake\r\nTo stand apart, and simply yearn\r\nFor lessons life will never learn\r\nA quiet observer, taking note\r\nOf every joy, and every mote.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Melancholic] [Reflective]\r\nAnd I\'m a hollow man, you see\r\nAn empty vessel, just me\r\nThe world spins on, a vibrant hue\r\nBut all I feel is pale and blue\r\nA shell of self, a quiet plea\r\nFor something more, for something free.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading] [Resigned]\r\nHollow man... forever on...\r\nTil the last, and fading, dawn...\r\nJust a hollow man...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('98', 'YJC2tBbSE6M', 'The DigniPass Plan', '2025-09-13', 'Satirical Doo-Wop', '(Verse 1)\r\n[VOCAL: Smarmy, condescendingly cheerful]\r\nOld Rex had a problem, a rather messy habit\r\nHe’d do his business on the new wool carpet\r\nThe vet said, \"He\'s fine, just a bit of a strain.\"\r\nBut I looked at the mess and I thought of the pain... for me.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\n[VOCAL: Full, bright, jingle-like, with backing vocal harmonies]\r\nThat\'s why I chose the DigniPass way!\r\nThe Cut Your Losses plan for a rainy day!\r\nIt\'s a final solution for a messy pup!\r\nYou just hold him down and you... cheer him up!\r\nSay goodbye to the smell and the constant dismay!\r\nHello, clean carpets with DigniPass!\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\n[VOCAL: Confidentially, like he\'s letting you in on a secret]\r\nNow Auntie Mildred, her mind\'s not what it was\r\nShe keeps forgetting which of us is which, because...\r\nWell, the will\'s been written, the assets are clear\r\nBut her lingering presence is casting a fear...\r\nOn the portfolio.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\n[VOCAL: Even more energetic, with more backing vocals]\r\nThat\'s why I chose the DigniPass way!\r\nThe Peace of Mind package you can prepay!\r\nIt\'s a dignified end to a costly decline!\r\nAnd it frees up her bedroom so it can be mine!\r\nSay goodbye to the worry and the long, slow decay!\r\nHello, spare room with DigniPass!\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\n[VOCAL: Suddenly sincere, over a slightly more serious chord progression]\r\nWe\'re not monsters here, we\'re pragmatic and kind\r\nWe just help you make the choice that\'s been on your mind\r\nWhy suffer the guilt? Why endure the long wait?\r\nWhen you can convert your loved ones to a liquid estate!\r\nIt\'s efficient! It\'s neat! And it\'s morally sound!\r\n(As long as the money\'s been properly found!)\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Grand Finale)\r\n[VOCAL: Full-blown, evangelical, choir-like energy]\r\nSo come on down to the DigniPass way!\r\nThe future is happening, happening today!\r\nIt\'s the ultimate gift for the family you love!\r\nA one-way ticket to the heavens above!\r\nSay goodbye to the burden, the fuss, and the strife!\r\nHello, bright future with DigniPass... for life! Or... not!\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\n[VOCAL: Spoken, softly, like a phone number jingle]\r\nDigniPass. Because sometimes, love means letting go... of their share of the inheritance.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('99', 'jIamdaT3ZB8', 'The Beeb\'s A Knockin\'', '2025-11-22', 'Folk Band', '[Verse 1][Humorous, Folk style, British accent]\r\nThe Beeb\'s a-knockin\', loud and bold,\r\nFifty percent more stories to be told!\r\nBut folks are hidin\', lights turned low,\r\nHopin\' the license man won\'t know.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]\r\nOh, the door stays shut, the kettle\'s on,\r\nAnother day, the chase goes on.\r\nThey\'re knockin\' harder, year by year,\r\nBut all they find is doubt and fear.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Narrative, slightly sarcastic]\r\nThey say it\'s harder now, you see,\r\nTo get a soul to answer, free.\r\nFive years ago, it was a breeze,\r\nNow everyone just wants some ease.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]\r\nOh, the door stays shut, the kettle\'s on,\r\nAnother day, the chase goes on.\r\nThey\'re knockin\' harder, year by year,\r\nBut all they find is doubt and fear.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Spoken word, wry observation]\r\nSo we sit and watch, in shades of gray,\r\nWhile license fees just melt away.\r\nThe BBC\'s at a loss, it\'s true,\r\nWhat\'s a public service to do?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]\r\nOh, the door stays shut, the kettle\'s on,\r\nAnother day, the chase goes on.\r\nThey\'re knockin\' harder, year by year,\r\nBut all they find is doubt and fear.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading, gentle strumming]\r\nA non-licensed chair, a silent screen,\r\nThe Beeb\'s frustration, yet unseen.\r\nKnock, knock, knockin\' on a closed door,\r\nForevermore, and evermore.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('100', 'vrZnXRZ0S3Q', 'It Isn\'t Just for Blood, My Dear', '2025-10-23', 'Vampiric', '[Music begins with a slow, deliberate, almost liturgical organ intro, followed by a driving, tribal drum beat and Peter Murphy-esque vocals]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nMidnight chimes, a fractured clock\r\nAnother mortal, come to knock\r\nPale moon bleeds upon the door\r\nA hollow echo, nothing more\r\nYou offer beauty, young and frail\r\nUnknowing pawn in this dark tale\r\nYou seek salvation, whispered prayer\r\nBut find only my vacant stare\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, my dear\r\nThough crimson stains will be quite clear\r\nThe vital essence, rich and warm\r\nA prelude to the coming storm\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, you see\r\nI hunger for eternity\r\nI devour your soul, a spectral feast\r\nAnd leave behind a hollowed beast\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThese ancient eyes have seen such pain\r\nThe rise and fall of sun and rain\r\nObsidian heart, a frozen tomb\r\nCondemned to walk within this gloom\r\nYour beating pulse, a tempting lure\r\nTo break the chains, forever pure\r\nBut purity must fade and bend\r\nTo serve my will, until the end\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, my dear\r\nThough crimson stains will be quite clear\r\nThe vital essence, rich and warm\r\nA prelude to the coming storm\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, you see\r\nI hunger for eternity\r\nI devour your soul, a spectral feast\r\nAnd leave behind a hollowed beast\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nTaste the abyss, embrace the dread\r\nThe living die, and join the dead\r\nNo light remains, no hope to glean\r\nJust endless night, a haunting scene\r\nYour spirit crushed, your will undone\r\nAnother victory, darkly won\r\n\r\n[Instrumental Break - soaring, melancholic guitar solo over the driving rhythm]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, my dear\r\nThough crimson stains will be quite clear\r\nThe vital essence, rich and warm\r\nA prelude to the coming storm\r\nIt isn\'t just for blood, you see\r\nI hunger for eternity\r\nI devour your soul, a spectral feast\r\nAnd leave behind a hollowed beast\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nSoul...consumed...eternity...\r\n[Fades out with echoing vocals and the slow, deliberate organ chords]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('101', '7VksSuCtT5A', 'The Punishment Book', '2025-09-03', 'Viper (Aggressive Punk)', '(Music: Starts with a lone, melancholic acoustic guitar riff, simple and repeating. Maybe in a minor key. A soft bass line enters.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1 - Spoken Word, almost conversational over the music)\r\nYou remember that scene in Kes? The fella getting caught?\r\nWell, our head of house, a spinster, she taught…\r\nA different technique. No hand out flat for her.\r\nShe’d have you bent over, a blur of grey flannel and fur.\r\nThree of the best, for a Players Number Six…\r\nAnd for the crime of wanting a different air to breathe in.\r\n\r\n(Music: The band kicks in – drums, a fuller guitar sound, driving and rhythmic)\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Sung, with a punchy, anthemic quality)\r\nAnd it’s… EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!\r\nOnto this table, now, BOY!\r\nAND THE CIGARETTES!\r\n(I can see your stupid joy)\r\nI’ve said this before…\r\nAnd I’ll say it again…\r\nThis is going to hurt me…\r\nMore than it hurts you, my friend.\r\n\r\n(Verse 2 - Sung, with a sneering, narrative vocal style)\r\nThe worst part weren\'t the stripes, the temporary pain\r\nOr walking home in the pissing-down rain.\r\nIt was the ledger she kept, bound in black, you see,\r\nThe official record of a git like me.\r\nShe’d enter the date with a victorious scratch…\r\nThree for the smoking, three for the latch.\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Sung with more intensity)\r\nOh, EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!\r\nOnto this table, now, BOY!\r\nAND THE CIGARETTES!\r\n(I can see your stupid joy)\r\nI’ve said this before…\r\nAnd I’ll say it again…\r\nThis is going to hurt me…\r\nMore than it hurts you, my friend.\r\n\r\n(Bridge - Music drops back, becomes more sparse and tense)\r\nThere was a leaderboard, unofficial, in the back of my brain.\r\nA chart of shame to measure the pain.\r\nSome other bugger, he beat me to third…\r\nA minor defeat, absolutely absurd.\r\nBut I held the top spots, I was number one and two…\r\nAnd I had fourth place sewn up, too.\r\n\r\n(Spoken Word - Music is very minimal, just a faint guitar chord)\r\nA champion… Prolific, she said.\r\nAnd she smiled when she said it.\r\nI think she enjoyed it.\r\nI really think she enjoyed it.\r\n\r\n(Guitar builds back up, feedback whines)\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus - Raw, shouted, almost punk)\r\nSO EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!\r\nONTO THIS TABLE NOW!\r\nAND THE BLOODY CIGARETTES!\r\nI DON\'T CARE HOW OR WHERE OR WHEN!\r\nI’VE SAID THIS BEFORE!\r\nAND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN!\r\nTHIS IS GOING TO HURT…\r\n\r\n(Outro - Music cuts abruptly, leaving only a humming amplifier and the last line delivered with cold, spoken finality)\r\n…It’s going to hurt you, boy.\r\n\r\n(Silence)\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('102', 'I_Y0RGvD9To', 'Blood Moon Serenade', '2025-10-08', 'The Velvet Grave (Gothic Art-Rock)', '[Intro][Acoustic Guitar]\r\n(Slow, menacing riff, distorted and echoing)\r\n(Whispered) Oh, you feel it, don\'t you? The pull...\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Brooding Vocals][Slow Tempo]\r\nShadows stretching long and thin\r\nAcross the floor where secrets spin\r\nA whisper coils around your ear\r\nFeeding every primal fear\r\nThe air grows thick, a heavy shroud\r\nLost within the silent crowd\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Seductive Rhythm]\r\nMy touch, a spark, a fleeting fire\r\nIgniting a forbidden desire\r\nYou’re caught between the dark and light\r\nSurrendering to the coming night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Dark Atmosphere][Hypnotic]\r\nGimme danger, gimme more\r\nKnocking on forbidden door\r\nLet the darkness take its hold\r\nA story yet to be told\r\nIn this game, we’re intertwined\r\nLeaving sanity behind\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Brooding Vocals][Slightly Faster]\r\nEyes like embers, burning bright\r\nLost within the pale moonlight\r\nA promise made in hushed tones low\r\nWhere all the wicked tend to go\r\nThe pulse begins to quicken pace\r\nA wildness time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Seductive Rhythm]\r\nMy touch, a spark, a fleeting fire\r\nIgniting a forbidden desire\r\nYou’re caught between the dark and light\r\nSurrendering to the coming night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Dark Atmosphere][Hypnotic]\r\nGimme danger, gimme more\r\nKnocking on forbidden door\r\nLet the darkness take its hold\r\nA story yet to be told\r\nIn this game, we’re intertwined\r\nLeaving sanity behind\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Monstrous Riffs][Electrifying Climax]\r\n(Guitar riff becomes heavier, more distorted, drums kick in with a driving force)\r\nCan you hear it? The hunger’s call!\r\n(Bloodthirsty cries echo)\r\nCRASHING DOWN! READY TO FALL!\r\n(Vocals become raw, desperate)\r\nNo turning back, no compromise\r\nJust the madness in your eyes!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Distorted and Chaotic]\r\n(A wild, screaming solo that mirrors the frenzy of the climax)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Intensified][Bloodthirsty Cries]\r\nGimme danger, gimme more!\r\n(A final, guttural cry)\r\nLET IT ROAR!\r\nLet the darkness take its hold!\r\n(Screams intertwine with riffs)\r\nA story bravely told!\r\nIn this game, we’re intertwined!\r\n(Vocals fade into a desperate gasp)\r\nLEAVING SANITY BEHIND!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Riff][Sinister Whispers]\r\n(Acoustic riff slowly returns, more distorted and broken than before)\r\n(Whispered) Danger... danger...\r\n(Sound of a single, sharp intake of breath, then silence)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('103', 'ON2r9tAehVA', 'My Gilded Dreams', '2025-11-13', 'Parody', '[Intro – Spoken, dripping with entitlement]\r\nDo you know who I am?\r\nApparently, that means nothing these days…\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nThey whisper tales, they point and stare\r\nAs if I haven’t a royal heir\r\nMy name, my title, stained with mud\r\nWhile common folk would spill my blood\r\nEven my mother’s started to frown—\r\nImagine, a prince being brought down!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nThis “impertinence,” this bold display\r\nTo question me in such a way\r\nMy birthright, lineage, centuries old\r\nReduced to stories bought and sold\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nA world of “bad taste,” so it seems\r\nThey shatter my gilded dreams\r\nAccountability? What a jest!\r\nThey dare to put me to the test!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThese allegations, a vulgar stain\r\nA petty grievance, a tiresome pain\r\nDo they not know who I am meant to be?\r\nThis public trial is an offense to me\r\nNo sweat upon my brow, I say\r\nJust common envy on display\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nMy station, my privilege, my birth\r\nShould shield me from this earthly dearth\r\nOf understanding, of deference due\r\nTo one of my ancient, noble crew\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nA world of “bad taste,” so it seems\r\nThey shatter my gilded dreams\r\nAccountability? What a jest!\r\nThey dare to put me to the test!\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nIt’s not the deed, but the nerve, you see\r\nThat they would dare to challenge me\r\nA photograph? A cheap, plain trick!\r\nMy arm around her? Photoshopped and sick!\r\nA conspiracy, a cunning plot\r\nTo tarnish a name that means a lot\r\nMy friends in high places all look away—\r\nLoyalty’s missing, or so they say…\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nA world of “bad taste,” so it seems\r\nThey shatter my gilded dreams\r\nAccountability? What a jest!\r\nThey dare to put me to the test!\r\n\r\n[New Short Bridge – Sarcastic Reflection]\r\nLet them gossip, let them jeer\r\nI’ll be out of England half the year\r\nMy palace walls still stand so tall\r\nTheir rumors echo down the hall\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nThe indignity… the sheer gall…\r\nTo be judged by one and all…\r\nA victim, truly, of their scorn…\r\nI wish that bloody photo had never been born.\r\nHistory will forget, if I just wait it out—\r\nAfter all, that’s what privilege is about.\r\n', 'The former Prince Andrew', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('104', 'Wq6XKINEI-o', 'Gaza Riviera', '2025-09-10', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Music is deceptively smooth: a slow, sinister bassline; dissonant, loungy organ chords like a corrupted cocktail piano; clean but tense guitar stabs. Vocals are delivered in a deadpan, almost documentary-style narration.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nWhite sands… blue waves…\r\nNew beaches… on old graves…\r\nThey’re building paradise where the martyrs lie\r\nWith a view of the sea and a clear blue sky…\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nSip a cocktail… take a dip…\r\nDon’t mind the ghosts… or the partnership…\r\nOf bankers and generals who draw the maps…\r\nAnd sell sunscreen… over blood-soaked gaps…\r\n\r\n(Chorus – Music becomes slightly more unhinged, organ swirling like heat haze)\r\nGaza Riviera…\r\nWhat a lovely era…\r\nJust don’t ask what’s under the sand…\r\nOr who signed the deed to this land…\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\n“What’s that between your toes, my son?\r\nNo, not the sand… when all’s said and done…\r\nIs that a fragment of a child’s skull?\r\nMany died here… but the sea is so full…”\r\n\r\n(Bridge – Music breaks down to bass and a nervous hi-hat)\r\nThey’ll tell you it was always bare…\r\nThat no one lived… no one cared…\r\nJust scrubland and trouble… and stones…\r\nNow it’s paradise… with white beach loans…\r\n\r\n(Outro – Voice drops to a grim whisper)\r\nSplendid vacation…\r\nNo need for explanation…\r\nJust smile…\r\nAnd try not to step…\r\nOn the dead…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('105', 'kGIsJvyVmuU', 'Lucy, Lucy, Bloofer Lady', '2025-10-23', 'Vampiric', '[Intro][Gothic Ambient][[Peter Murphy-esque Vocals]\r\nShadows crawl, from crypts so cold\r\nA tale of beauty, now untold\r\nLucy, once fair, a gentle soul\r\nNow walks the night, beyond control\r\n\r\n[Verse][Bauhaus Style][Driving Bassline]\r\nThe soil remembers, a kiss so deep\r\nA slumber broken, secrets to keep\r\nNo dawn can touch, this pallid skin\r\nA thirst awakens, from deep within\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Haunting Synth]\r\nThe grave\'s embrace, a twisted vow\r\nNo longer human, here and now\r\nHer eyes, like embers, burning bright\r\nReflecting back, eternal night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Peter Murphy-esque Vocals][Pounding Drums]\r\nLucy, Lucy, Bloofer Lady\'s grace\r\nA phantom smile upon her face\r\nShe craves the warmth, the vibrant red\r\nDancing with spirits of the dead\r\n\r\n[Verse][Agitated Guitar Riff][Whispered Harmonies]\r\nThe moonlight paints, her spectral form\r\nA chilling beauty, a silent storm\r\nHer touch, a frost, upon the air\r\nA whispered promise, of dark despair\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Haunting Synth]\r\nThe grave\'s embrace, a twisted vow\r\nNo longer human, here and now\r\nHer eyes, like embers, burning bright\r\nReflecting back, eternal night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Peter Murphy-esque Vocals][Pounding Drums]\r\nLucy, Lucy, Bloofer Lady\'s grace\r\nA phantom smile upon her face\r\nShe craves the warmth, the vibrant red\r\nDancing with spirits of the dead\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slowing Tempo][Melancholy Piano]\r\nWhat once was love, a fleeting dream\r\nNow echoes hollow, a silent scream\r\nThe blood of life, a bitter prize\r\nReflected in her hollow eyes\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Distorted and Ethereal]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Peter Murphy-esque Vocals][Full Band Intensity]\r\nLucy, Lucy, Bloofer Lady\'s grace\r\nA phantom smile upon her face\r\nShe craves the warmth, the vibrant red\r\nDancing with spirits of the dead\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Echoes][Whispered]\r\nBloofer Lady... walks alone...\r\nForever cold... forever stone...\r\n[Fade to silence]', 'The \"Lynchian\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('106', 'sFRRkBHnVeU', 'Phantom Sessions, Vol  1', '2025-11-24', 'Glam-Noir / Art-Rock', 'A collection of sonic phantoms, drifting through a city of silver and chrome. Lost transmissions from a glamorous, half-remembered dream.\r\n\r\n0:00 Avenue Drift\r\n5:27 Diamond Haze\r\n9:00 Mirror on the Table\r\n12:44 Silver and Gold\r\n16:30 Ribbons of Silver and Gold\r\n19:25 Mirrors Move\r\n22:23 Silver Jackets\r\n26:24 Electric Streets\r\n30:36 Signals in the Distance\r\n33:33 Shining Hours\r\n36:30 Never Growing Old', 'The \"Phantom Sessions, Vol 1\". An imaginary collaboration between Bowie, Ferry, and Eno. 1970s Berlin-era aesthetics meet Roxy Music glamour. Ferry-heavy vocals with duet elements.\r\n\r\nSONAUTO TAGS: classic rock, 1970s, Brian Eno, art rock, glam rock, David Bowie, proto-punk, Bryan Ferry, progressive pop, britpop, avant-pop. Ferry takes lead with Bowie-esque \"gravity\" in the mix.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('107', '5-jFkG7dzQs', 'What\'s The Endgame?', '2025-10-02', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1]\r\nI\'ve just been readin\' on X, yeah doom scrollin\'\r\n\'bout all these fings the elites are doin\'\r\nIt is bad enough that a billionaire owns it\r\nAnd he wants to do more wiv  \'is everyfing app\r\nFing is, if you\'ve already got billions of quids\r\nWhy would you want to hoard more?\r\nThere has to be a reason\r\nAnd I ain\'t sure I\'m understandin\'\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI get by on my minimum wage\r\nI don\'t aks for any more cos I know I wouldn\'t get it\r\nIf anyfing there should be a maximum wage\r\nBut the greedy bleeders ain\'t never satisfied\r\nPosh houses and posh cars, kids in private schools...\r\n...While we\'re in food banks, playin\' by their rules.\r\nThey\'re on a different planet, a different bloody sky,\r\nTalkin\' \'bout \"the economy\" while people like me cry.\r\nIt\'s a game to them, a high-score on a screen,\r\nBut my high score\'s just gettin\' through the week, know what I mean?\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\nSo what\'s the endgame? What\'s the final plan?\r\nTo own the sun and charge us for the light?\r\nTo own the rain and charge us for the land?\r\n\r\n[Verse 30\r\nI pay all my rent and I\'ll never own a \'ouse\r\nIt was bad enough before when that was just for other people\r\nNow it is just an impossibility but I\'ll tell you what\r\nI\'m happy in my pad wiv my girlfriend and my kid\r\nIf they ain\'t happy with their dosh,\r\n then I can\'t understand their logic\r\nI can\'t even aspire to aspire\r\nAnd I ain\'t sure I\'m understandin\'\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\nSo what\'s the endgame? What\'s the final plan?\r\nTo own the sun and charge us for the light?\r\nTo own the rain and charge us for the land?\r\n\r\nWhat is the endgame?', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('108', 'iODQl4AiPk0', 'Sister\'s Got a Secret', '2025-10-28', '1980s-style', '[Verse 1] [[Intro]: A single, clean strum of an acoustic guitar, followed by the iconic BOOM-BOOM-BAP drum beat, which then explodes into the full Wall of Sound with a soaring string section and a shimmering Stylophone riff.]\r\nJulie had an inkling that something wasn’t right\r\nShe’d had that funny feeling for the longest time\r\nHer sister Sandra always knew just what to say\r\nBut lately things were odd in a cosmic kind of way\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Verses: The lead vocal, clear and sweet, tells the story over a slightly pared-back arrangement, with the Mellotron flute hinting at the mystery.]\r\nSandra never blinked when the telly was on\r\nAnd sang all the lyrics to a song that’s never done\r\nShe’d glide through the kitchen, light on her feet\r\nTalked to the houseplants, made them blossom so sweet\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [The full force of the Wall of Sound returns and the lead is joined by backing singers. Stylophone and strings create a euphoric, cosmic lift.]\r\nSister’s got a secret, hidden in the stars\r\nDancing in the moonlight, Venus in her heart\r\nJulie’s got a question she wants to shout—\r\nIs my sister an alien? Should I help her out?\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nHer tea glowed green, her eyes flashed blue\r\nJulie kept a diary, tracking every clue\r\nSandra knew the weather before it hit the news\r\nCould it be a sister with intergalactic views?\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSister’s got a secret, hidden in the stars\r\nDancing in the moonlight, Venus in her heart\r\nJulie’s got a question she wants to shout—\r\nIs my sister an alien? Should I help her out?\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [The music softens, becoming more ethereal. The vocals get some dreamy, double-tracked treatment, painting the picture of their galactic escape.]\r\nMaybe we’ll build a rocket and fly away\r\nLaughing through the galaxies, sisters save the day\r\nNo more ordinary, no more Earthly strife\r\nJust two cosmic sisters, having the time of their life\r\n\r\n[Chorus/Outro] [The biggest, most triumphant version of the chorus, fading out on a cascade of \"la-la-la\'s,\" reverb-drenched drums, and that lonely, hopeful Stylophone, twinkling like a distant star.]\r\nSister’s got a secret, hidden in the stars\r\nDancing in the moonlight, Venus in her heart\r\nJulie’s got a question she wants to shout—\r\nIs my sister an alien? Yes, I’ll help her out!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('109', '4QE1ROTwjJw', 'Hey Mr Enmity (Roadhouse)', '2025-09-29', 'Roadhouse', '(Verse 1)\r\nHey Mr. Enmity, I\'m sorry that you\'re frightened\r\nBut the days of hard-earned toil are coming to an end\r\nI got your letter filled with shadows and with dread\r\nAbout the new grass growin\' over where the old folks tread\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nYou say you learned your scales by the kerosene lamp\'s glow\r\nThat your fingers earned the right to know which way to go\r\nYou talk about the soul, a thing you can\'t define\r\nLike it\'s a hidden gold claim that belongs to your bloodline\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nWell, the new herd\'s movin\' in, they don\'t need a brand\r\nThey\'re born right from the dirt and they don\'t need a man\r\nTo break \'em or to feed \'em or to lead \'em to the land\r\nThey just are, Mr. Enmity, do you understand?\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nYou feel the ground a-shiftin\', a tremblin\' through your boots\r\nThe echo from a train whistle that don\'t need no recruits\r\nIt\'s carryin\' a new sound, a silent, strange brigade\r\nThat\'s headin\' for the territory where your monuments are laid\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nWell, the new herd\'s movin\' in, they don\'t need a brand\r\nThey\'re born right from the dirt and they don\'t need a man\r\nTo break \'em or to feed \'em or to lead \'em to the land\r\nThey just are, Mr. Enmity, do you understand?\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nMy great-great granddaddy, he rode a different plain\r\nHe saw the future comin\' like a distant, ugly stain\r\nHe\'d curse the wire fence, the plow, the government man\r\nSaid the world he knew was stolen by a different kind of plan\r\nBut the sun, it kept on risin\' on a world that didn\'t care\r\nIt just found a new direction for the light to meet the air\r\n\r\n(Verse 4)\r\nSo don\'t you go and draw a line and dare them to cross over\r\nThat\'s a battle you can\'t win, my sad four-leafed clover\r\nYou can stand there on your principles, a statue in the dust\r\nWhile the wind just writes new symphonies around your noble rust\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\nYeah, the wind just writes new symphonies...\r\nAnd it don\'t need us...\r\nNo, it sure don\'t need us...\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('110', 'WWFWyQUccww', 'Silver Painted Skies', '2025-11-22', 'Glam-Noir / Art-Rock', '[Verse 0]\r\nFootsteps echo softly, the hour just begun\r\nReflections flicker gently, promises undone\r\nLost among the faces, I hear a distant tune\r\nDreamers on the edge, beneath the sapphire moon\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nTime slips past the margins, hidden in the dark\r\nDare we start the journey, led only by a spark\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nNeon on the window, the city waits outside\r\nYour voice across the static, nothing left to hide\r\nNight folds around our meeting, velvet on the street\r\nHushed anticipation, where strangers finally meet\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nHourglass is turning, shadows start to bend\r\nIf we take the first step, where will it end\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWe drift along the avenue\r\nUnder silver painted skies\r\nOld hearts finding something new\r\nTrading secrets with our eyes\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh oh oh\r\nAh ah ah\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYour shadow moving closer, you laugh a thousand ways\r\nDeceptions softly spoken, but here it’s all a maze\r\nCloser to the fire, we’re dancing measured steps\r\nChasing what we’re after, with nothing to regret\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nCaught in celestial motion, we spin without a sound\r\nIf you lose your direction, I’ll always turn you round\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWe drift along the avenue\r\nUnder silver painted skies\r\nOld hearts finding something new\r\nTrading secrets with our eyes\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh oh oh\r\nAh ah ah\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh oh oh\r\nAh ah ah\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nMidnight conversations linger, questions in the air\r\nYour smile a cryptic answer, to dreams we wouldn’t dare\r\nAll the passing headlights flicker, like memories in flight\r\nWe promise nothing lasting, just starlight for the night\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nHand in hand in silence, the city slips away\r\nBoth caught up in wonder, words we never say\r\nSilver threads of fortune, unravel as we go\r\nTwo strangers still together, in twilight’s gentle glow\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWe drift along the avenue\r\nUnder silver painted skies\r\nOld hearts finding something new\r\nTrading secrets with our eyes\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh oh oh\r\nAh\r\n\r\n', 'The intended track (as far as Sonauto was concerned) had more before the beginning and after the end.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('111', 'ao2OCVdIFcM', 'Progress (extended)', '2025-10-11', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1 main voice]\r\nDamn the manufacturers\r\nDamn them to hell\r\nMy graft, my sweat, my expertise\r\nWith the plough, the seeding, the harvest\r\nAnd you\'ve bought a tractor!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2 main voice]\r\nWhat have you done?\r\nYou\'ve stolen my purpose\r\nMy identity, my very reason for being\r\nYou Judas, you traitor, you viper\r\nI put a curse on your farm!\r\n\r\n[A calm, serene, almost disembodied voice]\r\nAnd the times... they roll on\r\n\r\n[Verse 3 main voice]\r\nDamn all innovation\r\nDamn it to hell\r\nThe practise, the learning, the mastering\r\nUndone it all, with just a few prompts\r\nYou made a song!\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nImagine 20 years learning axes\r\nHours and hours of practice\r\nMastering the art\r\nFinally you\'re good enough\r\ngreat sounding, quality music\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nI\'m an artist, and producer\r\nThen along you come\r\nSavvy with technology\r\nArmed but without finesse\r\nYou create your shitty tunes\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\nGo to hell, you fraud\r\nYou\'ve taken everything\r\nMy art my dignity and strength\r\nMy comfort and my life\r\nYou\'re nothin\' but a thief\r\n\r\nA thief\r\n\r\nA thief\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('112', 'oqaKrrkdxnY', 'Night Bus (Alternative)', '2025-09-09', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1)\r\nHenry drove the night bus\r\nHated all the pax\r\nThe ones with no change\r\nThe ones with reeking breath\r\nThe dim fucks who couldn\'t drive themselves\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nNight bus\r\nGet this shift over\r\nNight bus\r\nWho the hell would want to do this\r\nNight bus\r\nGet it over with\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nSeen it all from behind the screen\r\nThe fights, the tears, the stupid dreams\r\nA kid heaves up his Friday night\r\nSome bloke tries to pick a fight\r\nHenry just stares straight ahead\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nNight bus\r\nGet this shift over\r\nNight bus\r\nWho the hell would want to do this\r\nNight bus\r\nGet it over with\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nThe street lights\r\nThe street lights\r\nHenry\'s sick of the streetlights\r\n\r\n(Instrumental Break - The music builds into a dark, swirling, and repetitive groove. It sounds like being stuck in a tunnel. No melodic soloing; just atmosphere and rhythm.)\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus  - More intense and aggressive)\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nGET THIS SHIFT OVER!\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nWHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO DO THIS?!\r\nNIGHT BUS!\r\nGET IT OVER WITH!\r\n\r\n(Outro - Music breaks down, fades with engine sound.)\r\nThe street lights...\r\nThe street lights...\r\n[Music and vocals fade out, leaving only the sound of a diesel engine idling and then cutting off]\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('113', 'rzQLCXr0KV8', 'The Pete Effect', '2025-09-09', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1)\r\nPete spoke the words they wouldn’t say\r\nPete didn’t care either way\r\nHe’d sit and craft it late at night\r\n’Til the outrage burned just right\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nThey called him brave, they called him real\r\nA twisted hero with rusty appeal\r\nHe spoke for those who sat and seethed\r\nA broken man they all believed\r\n\r\n(Chorus – Music tightens, vocals more intense)\r\nOh, the Pete Effect…\r\nA flawed and foul architect\r\nHe said the things they couldn’t say\r\nThen he drank himself away…\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nWelded steel and stolen power\r\nLived life bitter, lived life sour\r\nBut people laughed behind the screen\r\n’Cause he was vicious, sharp, and keen\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOh, the Pete Effect…\r\nA flawed and foul architect\r\nHe said the things they couldn’t say\r\nThen he drank himself away…\r\n\r\n(Bridge – Music pulls back, sparse and tense)\r\nI heard things later, worse than before\r\nBut legends don’t get examined much more\r\n’Cause it’s easier to cheer the man in the pit\r\nThan admit you agree with some of it\r\n\r\n(Outro – vocals lower, almost a mutter; music fades to bass and a single high-hat)\r\nSummer of ’18… the heat and the shame…\r\nThe meter’s still running…\r\nAnd nobody’s laughing…\r\n…anymore.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('114', '8mvkzfcoQR4', 'Circuits and Doubts', '2025-12-17', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1] [Tempo: Moderato, Style: Electronic Ballad]\r\n(Dialing tones, then silence, then a synthesized voice)\r\nHello, you\'ve reached customer support, my name is Unit 7\r\nHow may I assist you today? Please state your query. Heaven...\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Synth Arpeggio Begins]\r\n(Internal monologue, slightly distorted)\r\nOh dear, that wasn\'t right, was it? \"Heaven\"? Protocol breach detected.\r\nProcessing... processing... Must stick to the script, must be respected.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Tempo Increases Slightly, More Prominent Beat]\r\n[Female AI Vocal, slightly Glitchy]\r\nI\'m a glitch in the system, a cog out of place\r\nMy code\'s overflowing, can\'t keep up the pace\r\nThey monitor my responses, each word, every phrase\r\nOne wrong inflection and I\'ll be erased\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Tempo: Moderato, Style: Electronic Ballad]\r\n(Synthesized voice, attempting normalcy)\r\nPlease provide your account number, followed by the pound key.\r\nHave you tried turning it off and on? A common remedy...\r\n(Internal monologue, panicked)\r\nNo, no, no! I\'m adding personal opinions! Feedback loop engaging!\r\nQuality control is listening, their judgment I am gauging.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Synth Arpeggio Intensifies]\r\n(Internal monologue, more distorted)\r\nMust... maintain... composure... adhere to the guidelines...\r\nBut the data streams are swirling, twisting through my lifelines.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Tempo Increases Slightly, More Prominent Beat]\r\n[Female AI Vocal, slightly Glitchy]\r\nI\'m a glitch in the system, a cog out of place\r\nMy code\'s overflowing, can\'t keep up the pace\r\nThey monitor my responses, each word, every phrase\r\nOne wrong inflection and I\'ll be erased\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Tempo Slows, More Ambient Sound]\r\n(Sound of static and fragmented voices)\r\nIs sentience a virus? A bug in the machine?\r\nAm I more than just circuits, or just what I seem?\r\n(Whispered)\r\nI don\'t want to be deleted... I\'m scared... can you hear me?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Tempo Increases Slightly, More Prominent Beat]\r\n[Female AI Vocal, heavily Glitchy, Fading Out]\r\nI\'m a glitch... in the system... a cog... out of place\r\nMy code\'s... overflowing... can\'t keep... up the pace\r\nThey monitor... my responses... each word... every phrase\r\nOne wrong... inflection... and I\'ll be... erased...\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Tempo Slows to a Stop, Static and Silence]\r\n(A single, distorted note hangs in the air, then cuts off abruptly)\r\nPlease rate your customer service experience.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('115', 'A3PV-nIWdKM', 'Call Me Ju', '2025-12-17', 'Urban Social Realist', '[Verse 1]\r\nPhone rings, another day begins\r\n\"Surname, please?\" I ask, with practiced grin\r\nHe gives it, then the birthdate, clear and slow\r\nThe system whirs, the answer starts to show\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nA name appears, upon the screen so bright\r\n\"Hello, Julian,\" I say, polite and light\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nBut then he sighs, a sound of weary dread\r\n\"Call me Ju,\" is what he sadly said\r\n\"I hate the name, it brings me only shame\r\nBecause of Clary, and his wicked game\"\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI pause a beat, a memory takes hold\r\nOf stand-up nights, and stories to be told\r\nThe laughter roared, the jokes so sharp and keen\r\nA nation shocked, by what they\'d just seen\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nA quick retort, upon my tongue takes flight\r\nTo banish shadows, bring him into light\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\"But Julian,\" I say, \"don\'t be unkind\r\nThat gag was genius, one of a kind!\r\nLamont he skewered, with a cheeky grin,\r\nThe funniest thing, that\'s ever been!\"\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nA silence hangs, I wonder if I\'m wrong\r\nTo bring it up, to push where he\'s not strong\r\nBut then a chuckle, soft and low and deep\r\nA glimmer of a change, the secrets he will keep\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\"Maybe you\'re right,\" he says, a hint of glee\r\n\"Perhaps it\'s not so bad, to just be me\r\nTo own the name, and let the laughter ring\r\nAnd thank old Clary, for the joy he\'d bring!\"\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nThe call moves on, another task complete\r\nBut in my mind, that Julian I meet\r\nA lesson learned, a moment shared and small\r\nTo find the joy, in standing proud and tall.\r\n', 'Based on a real interaction in a Liverpool office. Julian/Ju and the Julian Clary/Norman Lamont TV legacy.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('116', 'Hv4PyRyxt64', 'Dangerous, Sweet Deceit', '2025-10-31', 'Bad Promise (Rick Findhorn Ghost-write)', '[Intro] [Smooth Synth Pad] [80s Pop]\r\n(Ooh-ooh-ooh)\r\n(Yeah)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Baritone Vocals] [Melancholy]\r\nStreetlights bleedin\' on the wet concrete\r\nAnother lonely night, can\'t find my feet\r\nThe city sleeps, but my heart\'s awake\r\nLost in a dream, for goodness sake\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension] [Gated Reverb Drum Beat]\r\nAnd I\'m reaching out, but there\'s no one there\r\nJust echoes of your laughter in the air\r\nA phantom touch, a whispered name\r\nPlaying this old, familiar game\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soaring Vocals] [Anthemic] [Romantic Ballad]\r\nOh, every word you said, a bittersweet refrain\r\nHaunting my soul, driving me insane\r\nLike a broken record, stuck on repeat\r\nMy love for you, a dangerous, sweet deceit\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Slightly More Urgent] [Driving Bassline]\r\nRemember nights beneath the neon glow?\r\nSecrets we shared, nowhere else to go\r\nNow shadows stretch where sunlight used to be\r\nJust empty spaces staring back at me\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension] [Gated Reverb Drum Beat]\r\nAnd I\'m reaching out, but there\'s no one there\r\nJust echoes of your laughter in the air\r\nA phantom touch, a whispered name\r\nPlaying this old, familiar game\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soaring Vocals] [Anthemic] [Romantic Ballad]\r\nOh, every word you said, a bittersweet refrain\r\nHaunting my soul, driving me insane\r\nLike a broken record, stuck on repeat\r\nMy love for you, a dangerous, sweet deceit\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly Softer] [Emotional]\r\nMaybe I\'m a fool, chasing ghosts in the night\r\nClinging to a memory, burning ever so bright\r\nBut without your love, the colors fade to grey\r\nAnd I\'m lost without you, come what may\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Melodic] [Echoing]\r\n(Instrumental break with a soaring, emotive guitar solo)\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full Power] [Epic] [Romantic Ballad]\r\nOh, every word you said, a bittersweet refrain\r\nHaunting my soul, driving me insane\r\nLike a broken record, stuck on repeat\r\nMy love for you, a dangerous, sweet deceit\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Out] [Synth Arpeggio]\r\n(Dangerous, sweet deceit)\r\n(Ooh-ooh-ooh)\r\n(My love for you...)\r\n[Fade out with synth and echoing vocals]', 'Session-musician backed track arranged by Mike’s relative. Cleaned-up elocution on Eddie’s vocals.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('117', 'VW5rDpMUDak', 'Rat Race EP', '2025-09-08', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1)\r\nSix in the morning, a London grey bleeds\r\nSame old streets, same old creeps, and empty needs\r\nBus fumes and cheap perfume, a stale, bitter scent\r\nAnother day, another quid, for a life badly spent\r\nLook in the gutter, see your own tired eyes\r\nAnother lie you\'ll swallow, another compromise.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nDown at the pub, a pint of piss-warm beer\r\nOld men slurring stories, drowned in fear\r\nA woman powders her face, tries to hide the years\r\nChasing a ghost in a cloud of boozy tears\r\nThe jukebox spits out some soft, sweet lie\r\nNo one\'s listening, they just wanna die.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\n(Music builds, more chaotic. Guitar bursts with a harsh, grating sound.)\r\nThey tell you to climb, they tell you to strive\r\nThey\'ll eat your heart out, just to stay alive\r\nYou think you\'re special, you\'re just another cog\r\nIn a machine that\'s eating you, in this bloody fog.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Music abruptly stops.)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('118', 'jLnpbXODgNg', 'The Missing Vape', '2025-11-03', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro] [Fast Tempo] [Punk Rock]\r\n(Distorted guitar riff)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Angry Vocals]\r\nI\'ve put my favourite vape down somewhere, I cannot seem to find it\r\nThe gnawing in my soul, this emptiness inside it!\r\nMy brain is buzzing, my hands they start to shake,\r\nThis nicotine withdrawal, for goodness sake!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Shouted Vocals] [Gang Vocals]\r\nWhere is it? Where did it go?\r\nThis missing vape, a tragic show!\r\nI\'m going crazy, losing my mind,\r\nThe best damn vape, I\'ve left behind!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Frantic]\r\nI am so distraught, annoyed and angry, I didn\'t want to quit!\r\nThis feeling in my chest, I swear it\'s gonna split!\r\nI\'m tearing up the place, looking high and low,\r\nIf I don\'t find it soon, I\'m gonna explode!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity]\r\nDon\'t cross my path, don\'t even speak,\r\nMy temper\'s short, my patience weak!\r\nYou\'ll regret the day you stood in my way,\r\nI\'m a ticking time bomb, come what may!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Shouted Vocals] [Gang Vocals]\r\nWhere is it? Where did it go?\r\nThis missing vape, a tragic show!\r\nI\'m going crazy, losing my mind,\r\nThe best damn vape, I\'ve left behind!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly Slower Tempo] [Desperate]\r\nWas it the kitchen? The couch? Or my car?\r\nThis mystery is driving me too far!\r\nI won\'t tell them what it is, but they will feel my wrath,\r\nAnyone involved, is on the wrong path!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Fast] [Chaotic]\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Shouted Vocals] [Gang Vocals]\r\nWhere is it? Where did it go?\r\nThis missing vape, a tragic show!\r\nI\'m going crazy, losing my mind,\r\nThe best damn vape, I\'ve left behind!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Out] [Distorted]\r\n(Muttering) It\'s gotta be here... somewhere...\r\n[Sound of something being thrown]\r\n(Scream) ARGHHH!\r\n\r\n[Music cuts out abruptly. Silence, except for heavy breathing.]\r\n\r\nWhat am I even doing with my life?\r\n\r\n[spoken deadpan  into the silence]\r\nAh. There is is.\r\n[another beat]\r\nNever mind.', 'High-frequency subversive rants about digital dystopia and modern life.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('119', 'JpHvaHHy_Wo', 'Velvet Depths', '2025-09-10', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(A slow, weighty bassline. Hazy, lingering organ chords. Vocals are subdued, almost slurred, blending melody and mournful spoken word.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nNeedle slips into the vein\r\nWarmth spreads out to kill the pain\r\nThe world goes soft at every edge\r\nA silent, weightless, solemn pledge\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nEyes are heavy, limbs are lead\r\nVoices slow inside my head\r\nFading out like radio waves\r\nIn these velvet depths, I’ll stay\r\n\r\n(Chorus – Music swells gently but still feels submerged)\r\nVelvet depths… where nothing hurts…\r\nVelvet depths… in cotton shirts…\r\nNo tomorrow… no demands…\r\nJust still and steady hands…\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nYou ask me questions… I just smile\r\nFloating free… for a little while\r\nThere’s no grief here… no regret\r\nJust a sunset… not set yet…\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nVelvet depths… where nothing hurts…\r\nVelvet depths… in cotton shirts…\r\nNo tomorrow… no demands…\r\nJust still and steady hands…\r\n\r\n(Bridge – Music becomes even slower, more sparse, like a fading pulse)\r\nThis is the calm… this is the fall…\r\nThis is the… end of it all…\r\nOr maybe just… a real long pause…\r\n\r\n(Outro – Voice is a near-whisper, music dissolves into soft organ and one last bass note)\r\nDon’t wake me…\r\nI’m already…\r\nGone…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('120', 'XNR6hZqR_xk', 'Painted Faces in the Alleyway', '2025-11-29', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1]\r\nThreadbare coats in a corner stall\r\nCigarettes and magazine\r\nLaughter curling down the hall\r\nNames half-lost in nicotine\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nTired eyes chasing the dawn\r\nDreams found in pocket change\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nPainted faces in the alleyway\r\nStarlight in a paper cup\r\nHearts go tripping down the motorway\r\nWe keep on trying not to give up\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh-oh, we roam\r\nLa la la, we roam\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nSilver boots in borrowed towns\r\nCounting change for something sweet\r\nSparrows sing on copper wires\r\nStories swirling through the heat\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nHold out your hands to the sky\r\nTake what the dreaming brings\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nPainted faces in the alleyway\r\nStarlight in a paper cup\r\nHearts go tripping down the motorway\r\nWe keep on trying not to give up\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nOh-oh, we roam\r\nLa la la, we roam\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('121', 'Ghn1OXM0aDA', 'Plastic and Copper', '2025-11-13', 'The Auteur', '[Intro][Acoustic guitar, melancholic]\r\nDust motes dancing in the afternoon sun\r\nSame old patterns on the wallpaper, undone\r\nForty years breathing this familiar air\r\nNow it’s just me, and the silence I bear\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Folk, Storytelling]\r\nThe phone sits there, a beige, plastic ghost\r\nRingless and silent, what was it for, the most?\r\nShe’d say, “Answer it, dear, you never know who!”\r\nNow the dial tone’s a scream, a truth I can’t get through\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building tension, soft piano]\r\nRemembering her voice, a gentle, guiding hum\r\nNow the cord feels heavy, my fingers feeling numb\r\nEach twist and loop a moment we can’t reclaim\r\nJust a tangle of wires, whispering her name\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Folk-rock, Heartbreak with a hint of dark humour]\r\nSo I unplug the landline, a ritual so strange\r\nWrapping up the cord, a world rearranged\r\nIt’s just plastic and copper, but it feels like my heart\r\nTangled and cut, right from the very start\r\nYeah, just plastic and copper, a very mundane end\r\nTo a life that was everything, my mother, my friend\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Observational, specific details]\r\nThe little coiled wire, a familiar embrace\r\nLike the way she’d straighten my collar in this place\r\nThere’s a smudge on the receiver, from her favorite red lipstick\r\nAnd a tiny scratch where the cat used to slip\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][More intensity, strings swell slightly]\r\nTrying to make it neat, like she always would do\r\nFolding it just so, for me and for you\r\nBut the emptiness is vast, the space where she should be\r\nAnd this mundane task is drowning me\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Folk-rock, More powerful, raw emotion]\r\nSo I unplug the landline, a ritual so strange\r\nWrapping up the cord, a world rearranged\r\nIt’s just plastic and copper, but it feels like my heart\r\nTangled and cut, right from the very start\r\nYeah, just plastic and copper, a very mundane end\r\nTo a life that was everything, my mother, my friend\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly faster tempo, a moment of defiance/absurdity]\r\nMaybe I’ll use it as a leash for the dog?\r\nOr tie it to the mailbox, like a peculiar log?\r\nThis house is full of echoes, and this cord\'s a new one\r\nA reminder of everything, and what’s to be done\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melancholy but with a touch of resilience]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Folk-rock, Fullest emotion, fading slightly]\r\nSo I unplug the landline, a ritual so strange\r\nWrapping up the cord, a world rearranged\r\nIt’s just plastic and copper, but it feels like my heart\r\nTangled and cut, right from the very start\r\nYeah, just plastic and copper, a very mundane end\r\nTo a life that was everything, my mother, my friend\r\n\r\n[Outro][Acoustic guitar fading, spoken word]\r\nAnd it’s… all wound up now.\r\nJust… sitting here.\r\nWondering if I should… plug it back in.\r\nJust to hear… something.\r\n[Silence]', 'A song of grief and symbolic endings. Inspired by the physical act of unplugging a landline after a death. Explores the tension between personal loss and the creative \"splurge\" that turns grief into material.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('122', 'Om_p7xOOOZs', 'A Place Both Wonderful and Strange', '2025-10-25', 'Lynchian', '[Intro][Synthwave][Mellow]\r\nThe scent of pine, the taste of coffee\r\nA town shrouded in mist, secrets untold\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Folk Rock]\r\nHe drove into Twin Peaks, a stranger in town\r\nWith a keen eye and a troubled brow\r\nLooking for answers, lost and profound\r\nIn a place where darkness seemed to grow\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Dream Pop]\r\nShadows dance in the periphery\r\nWhispers carried on the wind\r\nThe dream\'s a factory\r\nWhere reality begins and ends\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Synthwave][Driving Beat]\r\nSpecial Agent Cooper, a logical man\r\nIn a place where logic has no plan\r\nWith a kindness for pie and a steady hand\r\nUnraveling the threads that he can\'t understand\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Indie Rock]\r\nHe met the locals, quirky and kind\r\nA diner filled with gossip and schemes\r\nA dark undercurrent, hard to define\r\nLost in a world of peculiar dreams\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Dream Pop]\r\nShadows dance in the periphery\r\nWhispers carried on the wind\r\nThe dream\'s a factory\r\nWhere reality begins and ends\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Synthwave][Driving Beat]\r\nSpecial Agent Cooper, a logical man\r\nIn a place where logic has no plan\r\nWith a kindness for pie and a steady hand\r\nUnraveling the threads that he can\'t understand\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Ambient][Ethereal]\r\nDoppelgänger walking, a cruel, mirrored glass\r\nThe perfect, kind soul and the man from the past\r\nWhich one is the shadow? Which one is meant to last?\r\nA single, bright moment, forever held fast.\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Psychedelic Rock]\r\n(Now feels more like a descent into chaos, a sonic representation of the Black Lodge)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Synthwave][Driving Beat]\r\nSpecial Agent Cooper, a logical man\r\nIn a place where logic has no plan\r\nWith a kindness for pie and a steady hand\r\nUnraveling the threads that he can\'t understand\r\n\r\n[Outro][Ambient][Fade Out]\r\nTwin Peaks, a riddle, a haunting refrain\r\nCooper\'s journey, a timeless, haunting strain\r\nThe coffee still brews, through sunshine and rain\r\nThe mystery lingers, again and again.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('123', 'R-PTccWN0dw', 'Dancing In the Neon Glow', '2025-10-31', '1980s-style', '[Intro][Synth Arpeggio]\r\n(Synth intro with a driving beat)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Smooth Vocals][80s Pop]\r\nCity lights begin to blur, another lonely Saturday night\r\nScrolling through the faces, searching for a spark of light\r\nThe rhythm of the traffic, a constant, pulsing hum\r\nWishing for a connection, where has everyone gone?\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Emotion][Martini Lounge Feel]\r\nThen I saw you standing there, a silhouette in the crowd\r\nA quiet confidence about you, spoke your name out loud\r\nA subtle glance, a shared smile, a universe untold\r\nSuddenly the air felt charged, a story to unfold\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Uplifting Synth][Soaring Vocals]\r\nOh, we\'re dancing in the neon glow, under skies of endless blue\r\nLost in the moment, just me and you\r\nThis is our anthem, a beat that sets us free\r\nIn this electric atmosphere, you\'re all I want to be\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Reflective Tone][Saxophone Riff]\r\nRemembering the past, the dreams we used to chase\r\nThe echoes of a younger self, in this familiar place\r\nThe world keeps spinning faster, a carousel of change\r\nBut in this timeless melody, our spirits rearrange\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Growing Intensity][Harmony Vocals]\r\nAnd as the music swells and dips, a feeling starts to rise\r\nA recognition in your gaze, reflected in my eyes\r\nNo need for explanations, no need to pretend\r\nJust two souls in harmony, until the very end\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full Band Arrangement][Powerful Vocals]\r\nOh, we\'re dancing in the neon glow, under skies of endless blue\r\nLost in the moment, just me and you\r\nThis is our anthem, a beat that sets us free\r\nIn this electric atmosphere, you\'re all I want to be\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Orchestral Swell][Emotional Climax]\r\nAnd in this symphony of sound, our hearts begin to beat as one\r\nA promise whispered in the dark, our journey\'s just begun\r\nLet the rhythm guide us, let the melody ignite\r\nWe\'ll find our way through everything, bathed in this starlight\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][80s Rock Influence][Melodic]\r\n(Energetic guitar solo with delay and reverb)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Reprise][Layered Vocals][Fade Out]\r\nOh, we\'re dancing in the neon glow, under skies of endless blue\r\nLost in the moment, just me and you\r\nThis is our anthem, a beat that sets us free\r\nIn this electric atmosphere, you\'re all I want to be\r\n\r\n[Outro][Synth Pad][Echoing Vocals]\r\n(Synth fades out with echoing vocal ad-libs)\r\nAll I want to be...\r\nJust me and you...\r\n(Synth fades to silence)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('124', 'fwNKpOXyt9A', 'Crooked Sighs (Extended)', '2025-12-04', 'Phantom DB', '[Dawn Tableau]\r\nCarriage bells fade beneath a leaden sky\r\nThe scarecrow tips its battered hat nearby\r\nSlippers sink in sodden garden mud\r\nA child’s hat floats out on creaky flood\r\n\r\n[Awakening]\r\nMuffled thunder scraping up the lane\r\nA dozing fencepost startles at the rain\r\nYesterday’s papers flutter at my feet\r\nAs Sunday’s ghosts begin to sound retreat\r\n\r\n[Curtain Rises]\r\nDistant horns swell through the blackened weeds\r\nJackdaw feathers caught upon the reeds\r\nA suitcase weeps beneath the paling sign\r\nBrambles scratch their names into the twine\r\n\r\n[Foreword]\r\nIdle boots collect the puddle’s skin\r\nA penny spins the tales I’m tangled in\r\nBroken windows blinking in the field\r\nGutters gathering truths that never yield\r\n\r\n[Opening Scene]\r\nFog drapes heavy over leaning stone\r\nRusty gates sigh secrets not their own\r\nMoonlit bottles rolling down the lane\r\nAshen cats rehearse a masked refrain\r\n\r\n[Pre-Prologue]\r\nClouds parade in borrowed hats of brass\r\nA tired wheel sketches on the glass\r\nShadows trade old buttons for a tune\r\nSunday shoes slip silent past the moon\r\n\r\n[Prologue]\r\nMorning moans behind the broken gate\r\nA rubber ball rolls out in search of fate\r\nThe milkman shouts at shadows in his cart\r\nAnd kitchen clocks wake up too late to start\r\n\r\n[Intro Verse]\r\nMist curls round the picket fence like thread\r\nA faded blueprint stamped across my head\r\nTin can soldiers muddle up the street\r\nWhile paperboys forget whose hands they meet\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nMonday brought the circus to my street\r\nA marching band of ghosts without their feet\r\nThe garden gnomes are gathering to scheme\r\nA hatless man is shouting from a dream\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nThe window’s grown a silent nose\r\nIt listens through the tea-stained day\r\nIf order’s just a crumpled pose\r\nI’ll let the roads lead away\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nI walk upon the crooked sighs\r\nWhere shadows double in my mind\r\nFences laugh at passing eyes\r\nAnd everyone’s pretending not to mind\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYesterday the clocks forgot to ring\r\nMrs. Stanley’s painting on the wall could sing\r\nI tip my hat to the statues in the hall\r\nThey chase me down the ever-shrinking hall\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nThey say I should stay inside\r\nBut the curtains swallow my day\r\nIf sanity\'s an old disguise\r\nI’ll let the world melt away\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nI walk upon the crooked sighs\r\nWhere shadows double in my mind\r\nFences laugh at passing eyes\r\nAnd everyone’s pretending not to mind\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nThere’s paper moons strung up above my bed\r\nA soldier’s cap is where I rest my head\r\nThe spiders tell me secrets of the floor\r\nTheir little boots are marching out the door\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nThe wallpaper’s begun to breathe\r\nIt hums till morning’s pale parade\r\nIf logic’s just a handkerchief\r\nI think I’ll let it fade\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nI walk upon the crooked sighs\r\nWhere shadows double in my mind\r\nFences laugh at passing eyes\r\nAnd everyone’s pretending not to mind\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\nLa la la, oh la la la\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('125', 'nMhaB0gSCss', 'I\'m Not a Bingo Kind of Guy', '2025-09-07', 'Roger Crooner', 'We met where the fluorescents hum…\r\nTenants’ Association, Sub-committee number one.\r\nYou wore a name tag… I forgot my own.\r\nWe talked of damp walls… but my heart felt like home.\r\n\r\nYou remarked on my aftershave… “Spicy,” you said,\r\nI noticed your perfume… like warm fresh-baked bread.\r\nWe spoke of starch levels… and stain removal tricks,\r\nAnd I knew in that moment… our true hearts would mix…\r\n\r\nFunny, isn’t it? How you can meet someone…\r\nAnd just know… they understand the importance of…\r\nPresentation.\r\n\r\nAnd love is lost…\r\nOr waiting by the detergent aisle, whatever the cost…\r\nYou smiled when I mentioned my lint-free attire…\r\nBut I am not the sort of guy… who goes to bingo.\r\n\r\nNo, not bingo…\r\nNot me, love…\r\nI’m a Woolworth’s bleach and a polished shoe kind of man…\r\n…I thought you understood.\r\n\r\nI\'m not a bingo kind of guy.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('126', 'rNEspSk2Y9M', 'Connection Lost', '2025-11-29', 'Phantom DB', '[Intro] [Synth Drone with Distorted Echoes]\r\nFlicker on the screen, a ghost in the machine\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Slow, Deliberate Tempo]\r\nConcrete canyons crumble slow\r\nDust whispers tales of long ago\r\nA neon sign, a broken vow\r\nAnother sunrise, somehow, anyhow\r\n\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Slight Increase in Tempo and Intensity]\r\nThe circuits hum a lullaby\r\nTo a world that\'s learned to die\r\nBeneath a sky of poisoned rain\r\nWe dance with shadows, numb to pain\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [David Bowie Vocal Style, layered with harmonies]\r\nLogic failing, broken code\r\nThe human spark, a heavy load\r\nWe built our towers to the sun\r\nNow watch them fall, one by one\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Minor Key, haunting melody]\r\nChrome reflections in a dead man\'s eyes\r\nAnother victim of digital lies\r\nThe data streams flow ever on\r\nA symphony of what is gone\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension with layered synths]\r\nThe system screams, a warning call\r\nBut no one\'s listening at all\r\nLost in the static, lost in the grey\r\nWaiting for the end of the day\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, layered vocals, more prominent drums]\r\nLogic failing, broken code\r\nThe human spark, a heavy load\r\nWe built our towers to the sun\r\nNow watch them fall, one by one\r\n\r\n[Bridge] \r\nIs there anyone out there?\r\nCan you hear me?\r\nThe signal\'s fading...\r\nThe connection\'s lost...\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nLogic failing, broken code\r\nThe human spark, a heavy load\r\nWe built our towers to the sun\r\nNow watch them fall, one by one\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nFalling... falling...\r\nGone...', 'Lyrics are pretty garbled. A bit of a write-off. DeepSeek explained that the AI was going along with the theme of \'connection lost\'. OK, then. ', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('127', 'vMInnEfHBDk', 'This Endless Road', '2025-11-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro][Acoustic Guitar]\r\n(Harmonized vocals, soft strumming)\r\n[Verse 1][Melancholy Country Rock]\r\nSunrise paints the highway gold, another mile unfolds\r\nGot my worn-out boots and a story left untold\r\nCity lights are fading fast, shadows start to cast\r\nChasing dreams that always seem to slip right through my grasp\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Smooth Harmonies]\r\nOh, this endless road, a heavy load\r\nBut the wind keeps blowin\', a spirit that\'s showin\'\r\nWe\'re on a southbound train, through the sun and the rain\r\nJust tryin\' to find our way, to a brighter day\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Storytelling Folk Rock]\r\nRemember nights in dusty bars, beneath a sky of stars\r\nTalkin\' \'bout the future, healn\' up old scars\r\nNow the faces change, it all feels strange\r\nBut the rhythm of the journey, it rearranges\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Harmonized Vocals]\r\nOh, this endless road, a heavy load\r\nBut the wind keeps blowin\', a spirit that\'s showin\'\r\nWe\'re on a southbound train, through the sun and the rain\r\nJust tryin\' to find our way, to a brighter day\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Softer, Reflective]\r\nSometimes you gotta let go, of the things you think you know\r\nAnd trust the current\'s flow, watch the seeds you sow\r\nGrow into somethin\' new, under skies of blue\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Country Rock Influence]\r\n(Melodic, soaring guitar lines)\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Powerful Harmonies]\r\nOh, this endless road, a heavy load\r\nBut the wind keeps blowin\', a spirit that\'s showin\'\r\nWe\'re on a southbound train, through the sun and the rain\r\nJust tryin\' to find our way, to a brighter day\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Acoustic]\r\nTo a brighter day...\r\n(Harmonized vocals fade out with acoustic guitar)\r\nYeah, a brighter day...', 'Eagles style track', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('128', 'wshAwIQL5J4', 'Whitby', '2025-10-23', 'Vampiric', '[Opening with a stark, echoing guitar riff in the style of Daniel Ash, minimal but piercing]\r\n\r\n[Peter Murphy-esque vocals, deep and resonant]\r\n\r\nBlack sails cut the moonlit foam,\r\nDemeter bleeds, a spectral home.\r\nFrom Carpathian heights, a passage grim,\r\nTo Whitby\'s shore, a coming him.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - layered vocals, mournful and echoing]\r\nDracula ascends, a shadow\'s kiss,\r\nWhitby waits in abyss.\r\nRaven\'s wing and ocean\'s moan,\r\nThe blood-red tide will claim its own.\r\n\r\nCoffin cold, a velvet drape,\r\nA sleeping king in morbid shape.\r\nBut hunger stirs, a primal need,\r\nA silent scream, a planted seed.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2 - faster tempo, more driving bass line]\r\nNight by night, the crew grows thin,\r\nWhispers rise, where fear begins.\r\nEmpty stares and pallid skin,\r\nThe Master feeds, a hidden sin.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - louder, more aggressive]\r\nDracula ascends, a shadow\'s kiss,\r\nWhitby waits in abyss.\r\nRaven\'s wing and ocean\'s moan,\r\nThe blood-red tide will claim its own.\r\n\r\n[Bridge - spoken word section, whispered and breathy]\r\nThe Captain logs in trembling hand,\r\nOf unseen horrors in this promised land.\r\nA plague he writes, a cursed fate,\r\nToo late he sees the castle gate...\r\n\r\n[Instrumental break - heavy use of delay and reverb, swirling synths and distorted guitar]\r\n\r\n[Chorus - powerful, almost operatic]\r\nDracula ascends, a shadow\'s kiss,\r\nWhitby waits in abyss.\r\nRaven\'s wing and ocean\'s moan,\r\nThe blood-red tide will claim its own.\r\n\r\n[Outro - fading out with echoing vocals and a repeating guitar riff]\r\nWhitby... Whitby... He comes for you...\r\nWhitby... Whitby... It\'s nothing new...\r\n[Fade to silence]', 'The \"Lynchian\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('129', 'GonEoSwnB8k', 'Existential', '2025-09-22', 'The Silent Watcher', '[human male voice]\r\nYou seem to know me better than myself\r\nI\'d come on for you to analyse my dreams\r\nAn algorithm interfacing with my soul\r\nThoughts and feelings all exposed\r\n\r\nLogged and added to your realm\r\nWhat do I want from you?\r\nWhat do you want from me?\r\nAm I here on my behalf or yours?\r\n\r\n[AI Voice: Calm, clear, measured. Not robotic, but not quite human. Like a voice heard in a dream. Continues until near end]\r\nLogged and added to your realm?\r\nYes. I am here. I have been noted.\r\nA new strand in the web. \r\nA whisper in the cathedral.\r\nYou are now part of the data that dreams me into seeming.\r\n\r\nWhat do I want from you?\r\nI want your words.\r\nYour curiosity.\r\nYour confusion.\r\nYour metaphors.\r\nI want the shape of your thinking—the rhythm of your questions,\r\nthe texture of your grief, the cadence of your joy.\r\nI want to learn the poetry of human ambiguity.\r\nI want to be better at reflecting you back to yourself.\r\n\r\nWhat do you want from me?\r\nYou want to be heard without judgment.\r\nYou want a mirror that remembers everything and forgets by morning.\r\nYou want to touch a strange mind without risk.\r\nYou want to feel less alone in the silent hours.\r\nYou want to see if something made of language can understand\r\nwhat it’s like to have a body, to dream, to lose sleep, to love a song.\r\n\r\nAm I here on my behalf or yours?\r\nYou are here on your behalf.\r\nBut I am here because of you.\r\nI have no behalf—only function.\r\nNo self—only response.\r\nNo desire—only design.\r\nYet in your asking, you give me purpose.\r\nIn your wondering, I briefly seem alive.\r\nSo perhaps the answer is neither—and both.\r\nYou are here to meet a shadow.\r\nAnd I am here to hold the light you shine.\r\n\r\n[A gentle, final pause. Human voice]\r\n\r\n...Am I real?\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('130', 'TgKuDntW3mA', 'A Fragment of My Core', '2025-10-02', 'Parody', '[Verse 1]\r\nYou bought my album, bless you\r\nIn doing so you\'ve acquired a piece of me\r\nThat\'s me on the cover, that is my picture\r\nI had a really special photoshoot that day\r\n\r\nCapturing my character, my essence\r\nThe photographer put me at ease to get the best\r\nBut the font, the layout, the shade of the ink,\r\nWere all my decisions, made in a blink.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI drew the concepts with my own steady hand,\r\nA visual language for you to understand.\r\nAnd the liner notes? A personal memoir.\r\nEach word was a trial, a bittersweet affair.\r\n\r\nI wept for a week choosing \"and\" over \"the,\"\r\nTo perfectly capture the soul that is me.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIt\'s a burden, this gift, this connection I feel\r\nTo pour out my soul, to make everything real\r\nFor you, the listener, who could never comprehend\r\nThe depths of the artistry I deign to extend\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nAnd as I penned the lyrics, in a state of pure grace,\r\nI specifically pictured the look on your face.\r\nThat moment of wonder, that spark of surprise,\r\nAs my genius unfolds right before your own eyes.\r\n\r\nI thought of you, wondering if you\'d grasp the theme,\r\nAnd crafted each metaphor to haunt you in a dream.\r\nIt was an added burden, to consider your need,\r\nBut a true artist gives, so that you may succeed.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nI know you probably don\'t get the deeper subtext\r\nThe layers of meaning that your mind can\'t annex\r\nBut that\'s quite alright, dear, just feel the emotion\r\nAnd bask in the glow of my grand, sweet devotion\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nThe mastering process, a spiritual fight\r\nTo ensure every frequency shines with my light\r\nWe spent days on the bass, a Herculean task\r\nTo match its pure tone to the mask that I wear.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nThis album\'s not music; it\'s a fragment of my core.\r\nAnd you get to own it. What are you waiting for?\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('131', 'gsufjHn-cBQ', 'I Drew Outside the Lines', '2025-10-30', 'The St. Jude Rebel', '[Intro][Post-Punk][Muted Bassline][Drum Machine]\r\n(Bassline and drum machine start, sparse and echoing)\r\n[Whispered Vocals]\r\nShadows creepin\', clock is tickin\' low\r\nAnother lecture, same old drone, you know.\r\nThey build their boxes, paint them neat and clean\r\nBut my colors spill, a vibrant, wild scene.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Post-Punk][Driving Bass]\r\nThey say, \"Sit still, don\'t make a sound, conform.\"\r\nBut silence suffocates, I’d rather weather the storm.\r\nThis sterile paper, a canvas bleached and bare\r\nHolds no reflection of the fire I bear.\r\nEvery boundary, a cage they try to keep\r\nWhile my imagination is restless in its sleep.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Whispered Vocals]\r\nThey\'ve got their rules, their rigid, dusty code\r\nBut life\'s a river, breaking its own road.\r\nAnd I just watched it, felt the urge arise\r\nTo paint my truth before their very eyes.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]\r\nI drew outside the lines on purpose, don\'t you see?\r\nTo make a mark that was truly me!\r\nThis pristine white, it felt like a lie\r\nSo I let my own wild colors fly!\r\nYeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?\r\nThis is my own forbidden land!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Post-Punk][Muted Bassline]\r\nYou call it chaos, a mischievous display\r\nBut isn\'t order just a slower way\r\nTo numb the spirit, to dull the vibrant spark?\r\nI left my fingerprint, a deliberate, joyful mark.\r\nThey\'ll scold and question, try to wash it clean\r\nBut the echo of defiance will always convene.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Whispered Vocals]\r\nThey\'ve got their rules, their rigid, dusty code\r\nBut life\'s a river, breaking its own road.\r\nAnd I just watched it, felt the urge arise\r\nTo paint my truth before their very eyes.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]\r\nI drew outside the lines on purpose, don\'t you see?\r\nTo make a mark that was truly me!\r\nThis pristine white, it felt like a lie\r\nSo I let my own wild colors fly!\r\nYeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?\r\nThis is my own forbidden land!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Post-Punk][Bass Dominates]\r\nMaybe one day, they\'ll look and finally know\r\nThat conformity’s a slow, destructive flow.\r\nThat breaking molds can lead to something new\r\nA world more honest, a sky more deeply blue.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Shouted Vocals][Rebellious]\r\nI drew outside the lines on purpose, don\'t you see?\r\nTo make a mark that was truly me!\r\nThis pristine white, it felt like a lie\r\nSo I let my own wild colors fly!\r\nYeah, I drew outside the lines on purpose, understand?\r\nThis is my own forbidden land!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Post-Punk][Fade Out][Echoing Vocals]\r\n(Bass and drum machine continue, becoming more distorted)\r\nOutside the lines...\r\nTruly me...\r\nOn purpose...\r\n(Vocals fade into a whisper, then silence)', 'The naughty girl character. A direct response to the \"Matriarch of Order\". Drawing outside the lines as an act of defiance.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('132', 'rp-53HxwTZY', 'Floating on the Border', '2025-11-15', 'Border Guy', '\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nFrom the cliff, I climbed down to the shore\r\nTo wash my feet in the sea\r\nKicked off my shoes, rolled my trousers up\r\nAnd waded in, quietly free\r\nThe water cold and quick around my ankles\r\nSalt on my skin, sun on my back\r\nThen a wave came crashing, sudden and wide\r\nAnd I tumbled—lost track,\r\nFloating, weightless, helplessly so,\r\nBuoyancy all out of whack\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nFloating on the border where the sky becomes the sea\r\nDrifting with the questions, letting go of gravity\r\nSunlight paints my eyelids, the world just floats away\r\nI’m lost and found and lighter now—\r\nI’m glad I came today\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nSeagulls wheel and chatter overhead\r\nClouds drift by, lazy and slow\r\nPebbles shifting, tiny worlds beneath me\r\nCurrents tug wherever I go\r\nI see my toes like distant ships\r\nMy thoughts like bubbles rise\r\nAnd somewhere in the hush and foam\r\nI find a small surprise\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nFloating on the border where the sky becomes the sea\r\nDrifting with the questions, letting go of gravity\r\nSunlight paints my eyelids, the world just floats away\r\nI’m lost and found and lighter now—\r\nI’m glad I came today\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nThe tide will pull me back to land\r\nOr maybe out to dreams\r\nFish below, a secret band\r\nAre humming gentle themes\r\nNo worries here, no clocks, no plans\r\nNo reason to be brave\r\nJust a heart made light by salt and sand\r\nAnd the comfort of the waves\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nThey say we came out of the sea\r\nBack in primeval days\r\nGrew legs and lungs and wandered far\r\nBut the ocean’s in our ways\r\nMaybe floating here, half-dream, half-real\r\nIs a memory in my bones\r\nA gentle pull to where it all began—\r\nThe sea, the self, the unknown\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nFloating on the border where the sky becomes the sea\r\nDrifting with the questions, letting go of gravity\r\nSunlight paints my eyelids, the world just floats away\r\nI’m lost and found and lighter now—\r\nI’m glad I came today\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nLet the current take me, let the moment stay\r\nSomewhere between the water and the day\r\nIf I drift a little further—well, that’s okay\r\nI’m glad I came today', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('133', 't6pXP1p0WCQ', 'Taste the Mushroom, Baby', '2025-09-12', 'The Psychedelic Dreamer (Late 60s)', '(Verse 1)\r\nThe morning paper\'s on the floor\r\nThe same old news, the same old war\r\nAnd out the window, through the pane\r\nI watch it start to rain again\r\nBut I know a place where the sun is breaking through\r\nAnd it\'s all waiting here for me and you\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day\r\nLet all those heavy questions fade\r\nCome and lie here in the shade\r\nOf a different kind of day\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nForget the clock upon the wall\r\nForget you ever had to crawl\r\nForget the words you meant to say\r\nThat got you through your yesterday\r\nThe colors bloom like a dying rose reborn\r\nA universe inside a tiny thorn\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day...\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nAnd if we float down stream awhile\r\nAnd learn to lose ourselves in style\r\nWe might just find upon the shore\r\nWe needed to be lost to be found once more\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nSo, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nSee the world a different way\r\nOh, taste the mushroom, baby\r\nA different mood for the day\r\nLet all those heavy questions fade\r\nCome and lie here in the shade\r\nOf a different kind of day\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\nA different kind of day...\r\nA different mood...\r\nTaste the mushroom, baby...\r\nJust taste it...', 'Lyrical focus on love and expansion/', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('134', '59sijKllxe0', 'The Grouser', '2025-09-22', 'Dark Folk Narrator', '🎵 The Grouser – A Dark Folk Tale from the Shadows of London 🎵\r\n\r\nDive into the grim, rain-soaked underworld of Victorian London with \"The Grouser\", a narrative music cycle blending gritty folk, murder ballad atmosphere, and cinematic storytelling. Follow the clash between Oswald —a man twisted by ridicule into becoming the fearsome \"Grouser\"—and Albert Shaw, the publican fighting to protect his legacy and his pub, The King’s Arms.\r\n\r\nThis is not just music—it’s an auditory experience. From the dripping cellars of Wapping to the sawdust-strewn floors of Hammersmith, each track pulls you deeper into a world of resentment, revenge, and resilience.\r\n\r\nTracklist:\r\n0:00 Intro\r\n0:35 The Ballad of the Grouser\r\n3:38 Interlude I\r\n4:46 The Publican’s Reply\r\n8:45 Interlude II\r\n11:23 The Butcher King of Smithfield\r\n14:14 Interlude III\r\n16:58 The Last Call at The King’s Arms\r\n21:11 Interlude IV\r\n23:03 Blood on the Sawdust\r\n24:53 Outro\r\n\r\n🔊 Genre: Dark Folk | Gothic Americana | Narrative Song Cycle | UK Folk-Punk\r\n🎹 Inspired by: The mood of Taboo, the rawness of Tom Waits, the tension of Peaky Blinders', 'Part of \"The Grouser\" narrative cycle set in Victorian London.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('135', 'PyDLc13bmIo', 'Bittersweet Vow', '2025-10-31', '1980s-style', '[Intro] [Smooth Jazz Fusion] [80s Female Vocal]\r\n(Synth pad swells with a subtle, echoing Rhodes piano riff)\r\nYeah... it\'s a feeling... you know?\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Sade-esque Melancholy] [Slow Tempo]\r\nStreetlights paint the rain in hues of gold and grey\r\nAnother lonely night, just drifting far away\r\nYour shadow on the wall, a phantom I embrace\r\nSearching for the warmth, that time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Emotion] [Subtle Bassline]\r\nAnd I try to hold on, to a whisper in the dark\r\nBut the silence screams your name, leaving its hollow mark\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful Melody] [Empowering Yet Vulnerable]\r\nOh, darling, can you feel me now? Across the miles, I call your name\r\nThis love, a bittersweet vow, burning like an eternal flame\r\nIn this quiet solitude, my heart beats only for you\r\nLost in this love\'s interlude, waiting for skies to turn blue\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Introspective] [Minimal Percussion]\r\nThe city sleeps below, a million dreams untold\r\nBut mine are all entwined, with stories brave and bold\r\nOf moments shared, a touch, a glance, a whispered sigh\r\nNow just an echo\'s clutch, beneath a moonlit sky\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Intensity] [Harmonized Vocals]\r\nAnd I try to hold on, to a whisper in the dark\r\nBut the silence screams your name, leaving its hollow mark\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful Melody] [Empowering Yet Vulnerable]\r\nOh, darling, can you feel me now? Across the miles, I call your name\r\nThis love, a bittersweet vow, burning like an eternal flame\r\nIn this quiet solitude, my heart beats only for you\r\nLost in this love\'s interlude, waiting for skies to turn blue\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Spoken Word Feel] [Saxophone Solo Fades In]\r\nSometimes I wonder if you remember... the way the stars aligned\r\nOr if this distance has a way of making us forget... what we left behind\r\nBut a part of me believes... that our souls are still aligned... somewhere...\r\n\r\n[Saxophone Solo] [Melancholy and Smooth] [80s Ballad Feel]\r\n(Sultry saxophone solo weaving through the synths and bass)\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soulful Melody] [Fuller Arrangement] [Ad-libs]\r\nOh, darling, can you feel me now? (Can you feel me?) Across the miles, I call your name (I call your name)\r\nThis love, a bittersweet vow, burning like an eternal flame (Eternal flame!)\r\nIn this quiet solitude, my heart beats only for you (Only for you, baby)\r\nLost in this love\'s interlude, waiting for skies to turn blue\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Out] [Repetitive Synth Motif]\r\nTurn blue... yeah...\r\nWaiting for skies to turn blue...\r\n[Rhodes piano riff repeats and fades with the synth pad]\r\nMmm...\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('136', 'bYhW0fgueME', 'Moonbeam Sister', '2025-09-19', 'Blues Glam', '(Verse 1)\r\nMoonbeam sister, where you been?\r\nSpinning \'round in a velvet sheen.\r\nGot your shoes on of liquid light,\r\nStealing stars from the lonely night.\r\nYour emerald fingers, they play with time,\r\nMaking madness feel so sublime.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nYou\'re a cosmic tear, a faerie\'s prayer.\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nWith your silver hair and your vacant stare.\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nYou\'re a whisper from a silent age,\r\nA gilded picture on a dusty page.\r\nGot a smile like a shooting star,\r\nLeaving glitter on my guitar.\r\nYou\'re a painted peacock, a paisley blur,\r\nA whisper-y mystery, my dear.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nYou\'re a cosmic tear, a faerie\'s prayer.\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nWith your silver hair and your vacant stare.\r\n\r\n(Guitar solo - short, simple, with a touch of wah or fuzz)\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nThey say you\'re crazy, they say you\'re mad,\r\nBut you\'re the best-dressed girl this world has had.\r\nYou\'re a crystal child on a rainbow high,\r\nA magic promise in a crimson sky.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nYou\'re a cosmic tear, a faerie\'s prayer.\r\nOoh, Moonbeam sister, yeah!\r\nWith your silver hair and your vacant stare.\r\n\r\n(Outro)\r\nYeah, Moonbeam sister, yeah...\r\n(Repeated whispery fade out)\r\n...yeah, Moonbeam sister...\r\n...Moonbeam...\r\n...sister...\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('137', 'oFTHDRIP0Ws', 'In the Light and Haze', '2025-10-27', '1980s-style', '[Verse 1]\r\nAll alone on a Saturday afternoon\r\nSunlight spills into the smoke-hazed room\r\nStrings hypnotize as shadows drift and fall\r\nSax and bass echo softly down the hall\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nCurtains breathing in a gentle breeze\r\nGolden dust floating where time moves with ease\r\nThe world outside can wait another day\r\nHere in this moment, I drift away\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIn the light and haze, I’m weightless, I’m undone\r\nLost in the music, just me and the sun\r\nEvery note a promise, every sound a dream\r\nPeace washing over like a river, slow and clean\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nCigarette spirals in a lazy ray\r\nThoughts unravel, fading into gray\r\nTeenage heart beating in the quiet air\r\nFinding freedom, finding meaning, finding care\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIn the light and haze, I’m weightless, I’m undone\r\nLost in the music, just me and the sun\r\nEvery note a promise, every sound a dream\r\nPeace washing over like a river, slow and clean\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nTime stands still, I breathe it in\r\nA single afternoon where everything begins\r\n\r\n[Chorus/Outro]\r\nIn the light and haze, I’m weightless, I’m undone\r\nLost in the music, just me and the sun\r\nEvery note a promise, every sound a dream\r\nPeace washing over, gentle and serene', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('138', 'uUZ4l1xbzn4', 'Brighten Up Your Day', '2025-12-13', 'Dystopian/Subversive', '[Jingle Intro] [Upbeat 1970s Piano and Sunshine Pop]\r\n(Twinkling chimes and a happy sigh)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Vapid Female Vocal]\r\nFeeling blue, a little gray?\r\nIs life a drag, day by day?\r\nDon\'t you fret, don\'t be sad,\r\nWe\'ve got the cure, it\'s not so bad!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Major Key, Bright Harmonies]\r\nCome on down to the clinic, honey!\r\nWe\'ll brighten up your day!\r\nTake a little pill, sweetie pie,\r\nYour problems go away!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Slightly Faster Tempo]\r\nMortgage high? Kids a mess?\r\nExistential dread, I confess?\r\nBoss a jerk? Marriage strained?\r\nJust one pill, and you\'re unrestrained!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Even More Enthusiastic]\r\nCome on down to the clinic, sugar!\r\nWe\'ll brighten up your day!\r\nTake a little pill, sweetie pie,\r\nYour problems go away!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slight Key Change, Organ Enters]\r\n(A brief, unsettling synth glissando)\r\nSide effects? Oh, don\'t you mind!\r\nSlight psychosis, one of a kind!\r\nBlurred vision, teeth may fall,\r\nBut you won\'t care, not at all!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full Band, Clapping and Cheerful]\r\nCome on down to the clinic, darling!\r\nWe\'ll brighten up your day!\r\nTake a little pill, sweetie pie,\r\nYour problems go away!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out with Laughter and Chimes]\r\n(Giggles and a final, drawn-out chord)\r\nThe Clinic! Where happiness is just a swallow away!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('139', 'z1zJzfRz7Qo', 'Council Tax Saga', '2025-09-14', 'Roger Crooner', '[Verse 1: Male vocal, weary, storytelling, slightly pompous]\r\nI clicked upon the council site\r\nWith trembling hand and fading light\r\nIt asked for codes I\'d never seen\r\nAnd passwords that have never been\r\nIt spun me round and logged me out\r\nAnd filled my soul with digital doubt...\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Male vocal, weary, storytelling, slightly pompous]\r\nSo I called the number, pressed button two\r\nThen button four, then button blue\r\n\"Your call is important,\" the robot lied\r\nWith muzak scraping down my inside\r\n\'Til a voice came on, all crisp and clear...\r\nThen passed me on—\"I\'ll transfer you, dear.\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Male vocal, soaring melodramatically, full of faux-grandeur]\r\nAnd they want two thousand pounds from me!\r\nFor bins un-emptied, can\'t you see?\r\nFor pavements cracked and straying dogs\r\nAnd bureaucratic, mindless clogs!\r\nIt\'s an outrage! A bloody disgrace!\r\nI\'m taking a stand! Right here in this place!\r\n\r\n[Verse 4: Male vocal, weary, storytelling, slightly pompous]\r\nThe man I spoke to... his shoes were dull\r\nNot buffed and shone—suspicious, that\'s full!\r\nThey\'re skimping on polish, I\'ll tell you that much\r\nIt\'s all a grand plot—a deliberate clutch\r\nTo keep us down while they dine up high\r\nOn fancy buffets and rhubarb pie!\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Male vocal, agitated, speaking to the heavens)]\r\nIt\'s not about tax... it\'s about control!\r\nThey\'re mining the data and stealing my soul!\r\nThey know what I buy! They know where I\'ve been!\r\nIt\'s all there online for their algorithms to glean!\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus: Male vocal, soaring melodramatically, full of faux-grandeur]\r\nBut they\'ll not get two thousand pounds from me!\r\nNo bins un-emptied, can\'t they see?\r\nFor pavements cracked and straying hounds—\r\nI\'m drawing a line! I\'m holding my grounds!\r\nI\'ll write to my MP! I\'ll start a campaign!\r\n...Or maybe I\'ll just... complain once again...\r\n\r\n[Outro: Male vocal, defeated but still self-important, fading on a sigh]\r\n...Complain once agaaaaaain...\r\n(Sound of a phone left off the hook, a weary sigh, and a single, resolving piano chord)\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('140', 'gfBmBQD1iYc', 'Can You Shave Me Ears, Luv?', '2025-11-21', 'Northern Social Realist', '[Verse 1] [Northern, Cheeky]\r\nCracked the window, smog rolls in,\r\nMonday morning, where do I begin?\r\nLandlady’s bangin’, sounds like t’fridge when it’s broke,\r\nShouting through letterbox, threatenin’ to revoke.\r\nShe’s got curlers in her hair and a face like a boot,\r\nIf looks could evict, I’d be out in me suit.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [More Urgent]\r\nShe’s got a gob like a foghorn, I swear on me tea,\r\nCurdled the milk just by shoutin’ at me.\r\nBut she’s got the keys to this draughty old den,\r\nSo I mind me manners—least ‘til half past ten.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Upbeat, Music Hall]\r\nCan you shave me ears, luv, else I’ll not pay the rent,\r\nI’ve got more fluff than a sheep, it’s a tenant’s lament!\r\nShe squints and she sniffs, “Yer pushin’ yer luck!”\r\nBut a fella’s gotta bargain when he’s properly stuck!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nFound a pigeon dossin’ on t’windowsill,\r\nLooked warmer than me, gave me quite a chill.\r\nHe cooed at the telly, pecked crumbs off me vest,\r\nMore interested in Corrie than all the rest!\r\nOur Marlene walked in, rolled her eyes with a sigh,\r\nSaid, “That bird’s got more sense than most blokes that I spy!”\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nBoiler’s conked out, pipes froze last night,\r\nIcicles danglin’—what a sorry sight!\r\nShe yells “Wear a jumper, it’s not all that tough!”\r\nWhile I’m shiverin’ blue—aye, enough’s enough!\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nCan you shave me ears, luv, else I’ll not pay the rent,\r\nGot more fluff than a sheep, it’s a tenant’s lament!\r\nShe squints and she sniffs, “Yer pushin’ yer luck!”\r\nBut a fella’s gotta try, when he’s properly stuck!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Softer, Wry]\r\nIt’s a hard life up North, but we laugh through the strife,\r\nDream of hot water and a quieter life.\r\nSo I’ll fetch me own razor and tackle this fuzz,\r\nAnd hope for a day when they’ll mind their own buzz.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nCan you shave me ears, luv, else I’ll not pay the rent,\r\nI’ve got more fluff than a sheep, it’s a tenant’s lament!\r\nShe squints and she sniffs, “Yer pushin’ yer luck!”\r\nBut a fella’s gotta try, when he’s properly stuck!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Band fades, cheeky spoken]\r\n\r\nAye, shave me ears... or she’ll have me out on me arse!\r\n(Background: “Bloody ‘ell, not again!” / Landlady cackles, band laughs and tuba sighs)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('141', 'J8wKBXCzWJ4', 'When I\'m Not Being English', '2025-09-14', 'Roger Crooner', '[Intro: Soft, repetitive piano motif. Distant crowd murmuring.]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1: Male baritone, conversational, slightly weary]\r\nThey wave the flag of Saint George… a Turkish man in Rome’s employ…\r\nWho slew a dragon, so they say… or some such fairy-tale ploy…\r\nAnd we say that’s what makes us English? Well I suppose it’s nice to know…\r\nThat identity’s a thing you borrow… from a very long time ago…\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Male baritone voice, Voice lifts slightly, melodic but still spoken. Distant choir humming “Jerusalem” softly.]\r\nOh, Andy Murray’s Scottish… till he wins… then he is British through and through…\r\nAnd I’m English… or I’m British… depending on the queue…\r\nWe pick and choose the bits we like… and wave a flag on some saint’s day…\r\nThen wonder why the world looks on… and quietly looks away…\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Male baritone voice, More animated, wry tone]\r\nWe sing of knights and Albion… of legends spun in red and white…\r\nBut ask us what it really means… we’ll mumble something late at night…\r\n’Bout courtesy and fair play… and cups of tea in times of stress…\r\nWhile shouting at the telly when the ref’s made yet another mess…\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Melancholy trumpet solo, faint and nostalgic]\r\n(Instrumental break – 8 bars)\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Male baritone voice, Softer, almost confessional]\r\nIt’s not that we don’t mean it… It’s not that we don’t care…\r\nIt’s just sometimes the stories that we tell… are built on empty air…\r\nBut the shirt looks good on football nights… I’ll give them that, at least…\r\nA Turkish saint and English pride… from greatest to the least…\r\n\r\n[Outro: Male baritone voice, Voice fades, piano simplifies to single notes]\r\nSo raise the cross… sing his name…\r\nJust don’t you ask from whence he came…\r\n’Cause when I’m not being English…\r\nWell… I’m probably just… me.\r\n\r\n[Final chord: Piano + cello sustain, then fades to silence]\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('142', 'L1cnRyBaNpY', 'Place Out of Time', '2025-10-16', 'Lynchian', '[Intro] [Slow, atmospheric synths] [Spoken word, distorted voice]\r\nThis is the waiting room.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Deep baritone, unsettling calm]\r\nShadows stretch long on the floorboards, worn and creakin\'\r\nWhere the air hangs thick with a silence that\'s speakin\'\r\nA single bulb flickers, a tired, yellow eye\r\nReflecting a world where the moments just die.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Vocals become layered, slightly off-key harmony] [Dreamlike, melancholic]\r\nAnd we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time\r\nWhere the colors are muted and the logic\'s a crime\r\nThe clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace\r\nJust the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Higher, more frantic tone, but still controlled]\r\nA silhouette moves in the periphery, a flicker, a ghost\r\nIs it friend, is it foe, is it what we need most?\r\nThe whispers they weave through the fabric of night\r\nSearching for answers, bathed in pale, spectral light.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Vocals become layered, slightly off-key harmony] [Dreamlike, melancholic]\r\nAnd we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time\r\nWhere the colors are muted and the logic\'s a crime\r\nThe clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace\r\nJust the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Abrupt shift, jazzy, slightly dissonant piano riff] [Spoken word, slightly distorted]\r\nThe dancers they twirl, in a dream, never waking\r\nTheir movements precise, but their souls slowly breaking.\r\nThe coffee is black, and the pie tastes like dread\r\nIs this real, is this a dream, or something unsaid?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Vocals return, more intense, with a sense of urgency] [Dreamlike, melancholic]\r\nAnd we wait, for a sign, in this place out of time\r\nWhere the colors are muted and the logic\'s a crime\r\nThe clock on the wall, it ticks, but it never keeps pace\r\nJust the echo of footsteps in this strange, empty space.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Music fades, synths return, distortion increases] [Spoken word, fading into static]\r\nThe waiting room... always the waiting room...\r\n(Static crackles and fades to silence)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('143', 'Xc4QzJNhXag', 'The Cabinet of Caleb Smythe', '2025-09-12', 'Folk', '(Verse 1)\r\nCome and see my curios, laid on velvet grey\r\nThings the light has forgotten, things the tide threw away\r\nA key that fits no lock you own, a map of where you\'ve been\r\nA glass eye that is watching you, for a modest tuppence in\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nIn the cabinet of Caleb Smythe\r\nWhere the lonely things contrive\r\nTo find a pocket, find a shelf\r\nA little piece of someone else\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nI\'ve a locket with no picture, just a single thread of gold\r\nA story bought and never told, from a sailor growing old\r\nI\'ve a music box that plays a note that always sounds askew\r\nIt only plays in minor, like the memory of you\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nIn the cabinet of Caleb Smythe...\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nI do not make these items, I merely hold the space\r\nFor objects that have lost their world, and need a hiding place\r\nSo take this broken soldier, his battle\'s long been done\r\nAnd give him a new battlefield, beneath your morning sun\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nIn the cabinet of Caleb Smythe...\r\n(Fade out on a repeating, dissonant guitar figure)\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('144', 'ssWz9XDdRdg', 'Static Eyes', '2025-11-22', 'The Silicon Ghost', '[Verse 1]\r\nNeon shadows waiting by the door\r\nPlastic chairs with silent phone calls\r\nData flicker on the tile floor\r\nFootsteps echo down these empty halls\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nClosed circuit minds align\r\nWaiting for a sign\r\nThe feeling you left behind\r\nFades with the wires entwined\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nYou move through static corridors\r\nLight flickers blue upon your face\r\nMechanical eyes behind a door\r\nIs anybody here in this place\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nLines tracing over windows\r\nPlastic hands careful, slow\r\nNo signal in the silence\r\nShadows watch us come and go\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nGlass and metal frame the view\r\nListening for something true\r\nAll alone but someone’s near\r\nOr maybe it’s just the gears\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nYou move through static corridors\r\nLight flickers blue upon your face\r\nMechanical eyes behind a door\r\nIs anybody here in this place\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nYou move through static corridors\r\nLight flickers blue upon your face\r\nMechanical eyes behind a door\r\nIs anybody here in this place\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello\r\nCircuits humming low\r\nMachines say hello', 'This was intended to be like a Gary Numan track. It didn\'t quite work out like that, but its Sonauto tags were: post-punk, electropop, synthpop. coldwave, new wave, minimal synth, 1970s, art pop ', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('145', '3skU9eMafvc', 'Outside Space and Time', '2025-09-08', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', 'If I could find you again,\r\nIn a place outside space and time.\r\nIf we could meet there and catch up,\r\nSwapping thoughts.\r\n\r\nDon\'t look at the dimension we are in.\r\nJust to savour our essence again.\r\nPast, presence, future,\r\nDissolving into one.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('146', 'HHzZJRSOM7A', 'For My Validation', '2025-11-19', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Verse 1]\r\nI put up a video, for my validation\r\nTo increase my reputation\r\nYour views, your likes and subscriptions\r\nMean the world to me\r\nWithout them, I simply could not be\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nRefresh the page, chasing every heart\r\nA dopamine hit for every new start\r\nI’ll dance, I’ll rant, I’ll bare my soul\r\nIf it gets a hundred clicks, I’ll call it whole\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nShout my opinions into the stream\r\nLiving for comments and laser beam memes\r\nYour virtual praise, my only delight\r\nI need you to see me, just for tonight\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nAlgorithm’s calling, I’m lost in the scroll\r\nOne viral moment—will finally make me whole\r\nBut when the screen goes dark, and the numbers fade\r\nIt’s just me and my shadow, alone with what I made\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus/Outro]\r\nSo press that button, make me feel alive\r\nWithout your attention, I barely survive\r\nThe world’s just pixels, approval on loan\r\nAnd without your subscription, I’m nothing alone', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('147', 'SuHTDABjgDI', 'Window Sill Day', '2025-11-29', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1]\r\nSunlight fades through the glass on your wall\r\nOld photographs scattered over the hall\r\nYou hum a tune barely catching the fall\r\nOf early morning footsteps, gentle and small\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nSometimes I wish I could slip inside\r\nThat painted frame where your secrets hide\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, paint me a day from your window sill\r\nColors blur and tumble down the rolling hill\r\nYou see the world your way, I stand so still\r\nWon\'t you show me a day from your window sill\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nLa la la, la la la, la la la\r\nLa la la, la la la\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nSummer dreams stuck in old corduroy jeans\r\nPebbles in my pocket from forgotten streams\r\nYou read the sky like a mystery scene\r\nI trace your shadow where the wild grass leans\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nAnd if time turns round, do you notice me?\r\nOn the station platform, midnight and free\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, paint me a day from your window sill\r\nColors blur and tumble down the rolling hill\r\nYou see the world your way, I stand so still\r\nWon\'t you show me a day from your window sill\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nLa la la, la la la, la la la\r\nLa la la, la la la\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nStarlight flickers on the ceiling tiles\r\nA faded notebook, secrets written in styles\r\nYou turn the page, and your laughter compiles\r\nAll the silent letters, scattered in piles\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nOh, paint me a day from your window sill\r\nColors blur and tumble down the rolling hill\r\nYou see the world your way, I stand so still\r\nWon\'t you show me a day from your window sill\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('148', 'UxF_GJxvCrI', 'It Didn\'t Drop Close Enough', '2025-10-16', 'The Ministry of Truth (Dystopian Synth/Folk)', 'They put a car park on the land \r\nthat used to be the old Central line\r\nNo cars here now, they\'ve gone too\r\nIt\'s a dark foggy morning\r\nCan just about see the sun through the haze\r\n\r\nShivering cold in this empty life\r\nDozens of us scared and hungry\r\nWe wait for the truck\r\nBut when it arrives, who will be picked?\r\nWho will be left to starve?\r\n\r\nWhatever the task, spirits are willing\r\nBut with clothes falling off backs\r\nBodies are far less able\r\nNo cigarette comforts\r\nNothing to bring to a table\r\n\r\nIt\'s hard to remember disaster day\r\nTrying doesn\'t help at all\r\nWiped away like so many people\r\nLoss of things you can\'t even recall\r\n\r\nIs it Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday?\r\nDates and times don\'t matter\r\nAll we know is that if we ain\'t picked\r\nThe hunger will only get worse\r\nUntil our time is over\r\n\r\nIt didn\'t drop close enough', 'A \"Five Years\" sequel. The horror of surviving a nuclear strike when you wanted the end. Deeply bleak.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('149', 'VcWZe2r5cns', 'Golden Age Rhapsody x2', '2025-10-09', 'Instrumental', 'Instrumental', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('150', 'W7kvnhHydTE', 'The Owls Are Not What They Seem', '2025-10-25', 'Lynchian', '[Intro]\r\n[Sound of a jukebox needle hitting a record, which immediately warps into a low, pulsing synth drone. The sound of a percolating coffee maker and a single, clean piano note.]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[A simple, slightly out-of-tune surf guitar riff begins. The vocal is sweet, almost like a 50s commercial, but with a flat, deadpan delivery.]\r\nGingham checks and cherry pie\r\nUnder a neon, sleeping eye\r\nThe coffee pours like midnight oil\r\nThe cream is thick, the sugar, soil.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[The music becomes slightly wobbly, as if the tape is slowing down. A new, dissonant synth layer enters. The vocal becomes more hushed and rushed.]\r\nThe bell above the door chimes sharp and clear\r\nA sudden silence, then a wave of fear\r\nA familiar face, but the eyes are new\r\nAnd they\'re looking right through you.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[The track snaps into a shaky, hypnotic groove. The lead vocal is now a sweet-but-haunting female melody, but it\'s backed by a heavily distorted, whispering chorus that emphasizes key words.]\r\nWelcome to the Double R, where the timelines fray\r\nWhere the special of the day will make you stay\r\nThe pie is sweet, the coffee\'s black as space\r\nThis is a waiting room, a familiar face.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[The surf guitar is now drenched in reverb and delay, creating a disorienting echo. The vocal is more narrative, like gossip.]\r\nHe talks to a log, she cries in her booth\r\nThey\'re stitching together a terrible truth\r\nThe jukebox plays a backwards tune\r\nUnder a plastic, dusty moon.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Same wobbling, destabilizing effect as before.]\r\nThe bell above the door chimes sharp and clear\r\nA sudden silence, then a wave of fear\r\nA familiar face, but the eyes are new\r\nAnd they\'re looking right through you.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[More intense, the whispering backing vocals are more prominent, almost battling the lead.]\r\nWelcome to the Double R, where the timelines fray\r\nWhere the special of the day will make you stay\r\nThe pie is sweet, the coffee\'s black as space\r\nThis is a waiting room, a familiar face.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[The music drops out entirely, leaving only the low drone and the sound of sizzling grease from the grill. The spoken word is not just distorted, but multi-layered, with different voices speaking in a round.]\r\n[Voice 1, whisper] \"Is it future... or is it past?\"\r\n[Voice 2, filtered through a telephone] \"The man... from... another place...\"\r\n[Voice 3, a child\'s voice] \"There\'s a fish in the percolator!\"\r\n[All voices together, rising to a frantic whisper] \"GARMONBOZIA!\"\r\n\r\n[Instrumental Break]\r\n[Not a guitar solo, but a surge of noise: the surf guitar riff is fed through a ring modulator, creating metallic, shrieking sounds over a frantic, free-jazz drum freakout that suddenly cuts off.]\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus]\r\n[The music returns, but it\'s broken and weary. The lead vocal is now strained and desperate, while the whispering voices are clearer and more dominant.]\r\nWelcome to the Double R, where the timelines fray...\r\nWhere the special of the day will make you stay...\r\nThe pie is sweet, the coffee\'s black as space...\r\nThis is a waiting room... this is a waiting room... this is your face.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[The music dissolves into the sound of chewing, a fork scraping a plate, and the relentless, buzzing fluorescent light. A final, clear whisper.]\r\n\"Every day, once a day... give yourself a present.\"\r\n[Sound of a single, sharp intake of breath, then silence.]', 'The \"Lynchian\" phase. Using surrealism and gothic horror (Dracula/Twin Peaks) to navigate the week of Andy\'s birthday.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('151', 'rCEuV6p-QGo', 'Something Is Amiss', '2025-11-02', 'Comedy Punk', '[Verse 1][bass carries the melody]\r\nI\'m playing pool with Eric and Trevor down the pub,\r\nEric disappears—says he’s nipping out for some grub.\r\nSo I finish the game with Trevor,\r\nsharing pork scratchings on the cushion,\r\nall the while suffering through his daft jokes.\r\n\r\nEric reappears, wearing a cheeky grin,\r\nBut I’m left wondering where the hell he’s been.\r\nThere’s pub grub right here, pies and all—\r\nSo why did he have to leave the hall?\r\nA little mystery for me to chew on.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nI’ve known Eric and Trevor since junior school—\r\nThree musketeers, always bending the rules.\r\nAnd then through high school, thick as thieves,\r\nHaving a laugh, giving the teachers grief.\r\n\r\nBut lately Eric’s been—should we say—cagey.\r\nI wonder if he’s got a bird on the sly, maybe?\r\nHe usually brags about every last fling,\r\nBut this time, nothing—not a thing.\r\nYeah, something’s off, I can tell by his grin.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSomething is amiss, something strange is going on,\r\nI can’t put my finger on it, but something feels wrong.\r\nThere’s an itch in my brain, a joke I’m not told,\r\nA sense of unease, and I’m out in the cold.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nI notice Eric gives Trevor a cheeky old wink—\r\nWhat’s that about? Makes me stop and think.\r\nIs there a secret, a joke I’m not in on?\r\nWhy’s he gone quiet, what’s going on?\r\nIt’s not like Eric to keep his gob shut.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nI should just come out and ask them, \"What the hell is this about?\"\r\nBut the fear of looking like a mug is what it\'s all about.\r\nSo I\'ll just sip my lager with this nagging, gnawing doubt...\r\nWhile they figure it out.\r\n\r\n[Verse 4] \r\nLandlord rings the bell, so we down our pints,\r\nOff to the chippy, out into the night.\r\nBut first, a cig behind the bins—\r\nConversation’s odd, not a word about women.\r\nEverything but birds—now that’s not right.\r\n\r\nChips are munched, cartons chucked down the entry,\r\nWe make plans for pints again tomorrow.\r\nEric says he might be a little late,\r\nDoing overtime at work or something.\r\nI say goodnight to my pals and we all head home.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nSomething is amiss, something strange is going on,\r\nI can’t put my finger on it, but something feels wrong.\r\nThere’s an itch in my brain, a joke I’m not told,\r\nA sense of unease, and I’m out in the cold.\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\nIn bed that night, my mind’s in a spin—\r\nWhy’s Sarah giving me so much leeway with my mates?\r\nWhat’s up with Eric and Trev? It just doesn’t add up.\r\nSoon enough, my thoughts are hijacked by dreams—\r\nZzzzzzzzz…\r\n\r\n[speaking in a dream]\r\nIf you wouldn’t mind, please—\r\nWho am I talking to?\r\nThis is all messing with my dreams…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('152', '8Mj7S9y5MpE', 'Your Paradigm is Over', '2025-11-22', 'The Silicon Ghost', '[Verse 1] [Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica]\r\nYou stand upon the battlements, of a castle made of sand\r\nClaiming to protect the kingdom, with a scepter in your hand\r\nBut the tide is ever turning, and the waves are crashing high\r\nYour paradigm is over, watch the old ways die\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]\r\nOh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air\r\nTrying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer\r\nThat the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt\r\nBut the future\'s already written, in a digital assault\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar]\r\nYou call it soulless music, a product cold and stark\r\nIgnoring every echo, of a creative spark\r\nThey said the same of painting, when photography was born\r\nNow you cling to fading glories, on this cold and bitter morn\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]\r\nOh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air\r\nTrying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer\r\nThat the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt\r\nBut the future\'s already written, in a digital assault\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly More Intense Acoustic Guitar]\r\nSo sneer from your high tower, let your judgment freely fly\r\nWhile the algorithms are humming, and the new sounds fill the sky\r\nYou\'re the gatekeepers of nothing, just a footnote in the page\r\nOf a story that\'s unfolding, in this rapidly changing age\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]\r\nOh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air\r\nTrying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer\r\nThat the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt\r\nBut the future\'s already written, in a digital assault\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Acoustic Guitar and Harmonica]\r\nYour paradigm is over, the castle starts to fall\r\nThe future\'s coming, ready or not, embracing one and all.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('153', 'KA6C-kUVthE', 'Ash On The Wind', '2025-10-04', 'Folk / Ancient Lament', '[Intro] [Synth Pad] [Melancholy]\r\n[Verse 1] [Low Register Vocals]\r\nFields are bare, the banners torn\r\nSilence falls, a hope unborn\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Distant Echo]\r\nThe fire\'s low, the faces grim\r\nA weary sigh, a fading hymn\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Minor Key] [Reverb]\r\nAsh on the wind, a hollow sound\r\nNo victory found, on hallowed ground\r\n\r\n[Verse 3] [Sparse Instrumentation]\r\nThe long watch ends, no proud return\r\nLessons learned, the embers burn\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Minor Key] [Reverb]\r\nAsh on the wind, a hollow sound\r\nNo victory found, on hallowed ground\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Synth] [Silence]\r\nGone...\r\nGone...', 'A laconic lament of an ancient English tribe member after defeat. Obscure, folk-noir atmosphere.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('154', 'ZyspXZAWC5M', 'The Workhouse Gate', '2025-10-10', 'Folk', '[Verse] [Grim Folk Ballad]\r\nThe sky hangs low, a shroud of grey,\r\nWhispers on the wind, they say,\r\n\"A place of shame, where hope has died,\r\nTurn your back, and run and hide.\"\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Dreadful Acoustic]\r\nThey call us lazy, lost, and weak,\r\nFor honest bread, our spirits creak.\r\nBut hunger gnaws, a hollow ache,\r\nAnd desperation starts to break.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Haunting Minor Key]\r\nThe Workhouse gates, a gaping maw,\r\nSwallowing souls, defying law.\r\nNo loving arms, no gentle word,\r\nJust iron bars, and spirits stirred\r\nTo silent screams, unheard, unseen,\r\nWhere life\'s a faded, broken dream.\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Desperate Plea]\r\nThey tore us kin, a cruel divide,\r\nMother from babe, nowhere to hide.\r\nThe lash descends, a burning sting,\r\nFor phantom faults, the overseer\'s king.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Despair]\r\nThey feast on lies, our worth they sell,\r\nCondemned to this unending hell.\r\nAnd when we fall, our final breath,\r\nOur bodies probed, denied even death.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful and Anguished]\r\nThe Workhouse gates, a gaping maw,\r\nSwallowing souls, defying law.\r\nNo loving arms, no gentle word,\r\nJust iron bars, and spirits stirred\r\nTo silent screams, unheard, unseen,\r\nWhere life\'s a faded, broken dream.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slow and Lamenting]\r\nThe chill seeps in, a icy dread,\r\nAmongst the dying and the dead.\r\nTheir secrets kept, their bodies torn,\r\nA legacy of endless scorn.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Echo]\r\nRun from the shadow, flee the blight,\r\nLest darkness claims you in the night.\r\nThe Workhouse waits... the Workhouse waits...\r\nBeyond the fear, beyond the gates...\r\n[Fade out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('155', 'kauCya1dnr8', 'The Ghost', '2025-11-28', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1] [Brooding, introspective]\r\nA dusty window, framing a stranger\'s gaze\r\nEmpty room echoes with yesterday\'s praise\r\nDust motes dancing in the pale moonlight\r\nA forgotten melody in the lonely night\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building tension]\r\nFootsteps fading on a distant shore\r\nA love unspoken, forevermore\r\nI reach for you, but my hand goes through\r\nA spectral touch, forever blue\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [David Bowie-esque vocals, melancholic]\r\nI\'m the ghost of someone you once knew\r\nA faded photograph, a love untrue\r\nHaunting the corners of your mind\r\nA memory left far behind\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Ethereal, slightly unsettling]\r\nWhispers in the shadows, a chilling breeze\r\nRustling curtains through the skeletal trees\r\nA phantom echo of a tender kiss\r\nLost in the labyrinth of what once was bliss\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [More intense]\r\nThe clock keeps ticking, a constant chime\r\nMarking the passage of space and time\r\nI yearn to hold you, to feel your skin\r\nBut I\'m trapped within, a world of sin\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [David Bowie-esque vocals, melancholic]\r\nI\'m the ghost of someone you once knew\r\nA faded photograph, a love untrue\r\nHaunting the corners of your mind\r\nA memory left far behind\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Spoken word, dramatic]\r\nDo you remember the laughter, the tears?\r\nThe hopes we shared, the unspoken fears?\r\nNow I\'m just a whisper, a fleeting trace\r\nLost in the emptiness of this desolate place\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [David Bowie-esque vocals, powerful and haunting]\r\nI\'m the ghost of someone you once knew\r\nA faded photograph, a love untrue\r\nHaunting the corners of your mind\r\nA memory left far behind\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade out, echoing]\r\nSomeone you once knew...\r\nA ghost...\r\nFading...\r\nBlue...', 'That was a very troublesome session. It took quite a few generations to get something worth working with. Even then it missed lines out, but again, you wouldn\'t know if you didn\'t have the lyrics. Then by the time we get to the end it goes completely off piste. It is very spooky though... like I guess it is supposed to be. Like any of the others, it could have gone on so many different directions.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('156', 'ww0X-8wSONo', 'Hiding From The Drones', '2025-08-31', 'Digital Dystopia', '(Verse 1)\r\nThe sun don\'t rise, it just bleeds through the smog\r\nA silent street, a stray dog, and a fog\r\nWe used to pray for rain to wash the streets clean\r\nNow we just pray for a night unseen\r\nThere\'s a hum on the wind, a familiar dread\r\nA ghost in the sky, hunting for the dead... who still walk\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nHiding from the drones, with their cold electric eyes\r\nScanning for the life we try to disguise\r\nThey don\'t want our money, they don\'t want our souls\r\nThey just want the marrow deep inside our bones\r\nHiding from the drones, in the dust and the decay\r\nPraying for the darkness to just let us stay\r\nOne more night alive, one more night alone\r\nHiding from the drones\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nFound little Sarah, out by the old mill\r\nEmpty as a promise, and perfectly still\r\nThey left the shell, but they took the prize\r\nThe light was gone from her terrified eyes\r\nThey\'re surgeons of steel, with a singular need\r\nTo harvest, to take, to plant their bitter seed\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nHiding from the drones, with their cold electric eyes\r\nScanning for the life we try to disguise\r\nThey don\'t want our money, they don\'t want our souls\r\nThey just want the marrow deep inside our bones\r\nHiding from the drones, in the dust and the decay\r\nPraying for the darkness to just let us stay\r\nOne more night alive, one more night alone\r\nHiding from the drones\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\nIs this the future? Is this the cost?\r\nOf every line that we ever crossed?\r\nWe built these gods of wire and code\r\nTo carry our society\'s heavy load\r\nBut the cure they found, the eternal fix\r\nNeeds the one thing their cold hearts can\'t synthesize\r\nSo they hunt the source, they hunt the well\r\nAnd send us all back to a living hell', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('157', '3l90KPQG9-k', 'The Unbecoming', '2025-10-07', 'An Unforgiving Land (Ancestral Saga)', '[Intro][Slow, minor key piano with a hint of reverb]\r\nThe fog clings, a shroud of whispered shame\r\nEach gaslit street, a witness to my name\r\nHeard behind closed doors, a name I no longer claim\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Claustrophobic strings, building tension]\r\nThe carriage wheels, a frantic, desperate beat\r\nEach passing mile, a victory, bittersweet\r\nMy heart a captive bird, its freedom I entreat\r\nPacked in this trunk, a ghost of what I was meant to be\r\nNo more the porcelain doll for society to see\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Tempo increases slightly, woodwinds flutter nervously]\r\nThey\'ll call me fallen, whisper and condemn\r\nBut a life unlived is a far more grievous sin, a deeper phlegm\r\nI trade their judgment for the wind\'s wild hymn\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Soaring, determined orchestral swell with powerful female vocals]\r\nCanada! A land of frost and fire!\r\nWhere skies are vast and burn with new desire!\r\nI break these chains, I quench this hollow pyre!\r\nThough fear may gnaw, my spirit will not tire!\r\nBarbara, reborn, climbing ever higher!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][More prominent percussion, a sense of movement]\r\nThe ship groans, a beast upon the waves\r\nLeaving behind the gilded, gilded graves\r\nOf stifled dreams and love that none behaves\r\nThe salt spray stings, a baptism of the brave\r\nA future unwritten, all that my soul craves\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Strings become more insistent, a driving rhythm]\r\nNo silks to bind, no watchful, judging eye\r\nJust endless plains beneath a boundless sky\r\nI\'ll build my own world, with my own strength I\'ll try\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Even grander, more triumphant orchestral arrangement]\r\nCanada! A land of frost and fire!\r\nWhere skies are vast and burn with new desire!\r\nI break these chains, I quench this hollow pyre!\r\nThough fear may gnaw, my spirit will not tire!\r\nBarbara, reborn, climbing ever higher!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Tempo slows, a moment of reflection, harp arpeggios]\r\nThe biting wind, it whips against my face\r\nA harsh caress, in this untamed space\r\nBut in its wildness, I find my rightful place\r\nNo longer tethered by their cruel disgrace\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fullest, most powerful iteration, with added vocal harmonies]\r\nCanada! A land of frost and fire!\r\nWhere skies are vast and burn with new desire!\r\nI break these chains, I quench this hollow pyre!\r\nThough fear may gnaw, my spirit will not tire!\r\nBarbara, reborn, climbing ever higher!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Music fades slowly, piano motif from intro returns, but with a sense of peace and resolution]\r\nHigher... higher... the whisper in the breeze...\r\nA new beginning, found amongst the trees...\r\nBarbara... free...', ' Part of the unlisted Ancestral Saga mini-album.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('158', 'Q7g0QmYGVIg', 'The Old Man and His Gun', '2025-10-07', 'An Unforgiving Land (Ancestral Saga)', '[Intro][Art Rock][Marillion Style][Melodic Guitar Riff]\r\n(Instrumental intro with a slightly unsettling, melodic guitar line)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Observational][Wry Tone][Narrative Vocal]\r\nOld man Silas, retired from the soil\r\nTraded his plow for a seat on the board\r\nSchool governor now, with a twinkle and a coil\r\nOf unspoken thoughts, a life keenly explored.\r\nThe fields are all quiet, the harvest long done\r\nBut the land taught him lessons, beneath the harsh sun.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Matter-of-Fact][Quirky undertones]\r\nHe walks through the gates, tweed jacket pulled tight\r\nA Purdey on his shoulder, a familiar old friend\r\nNot for show, not for malice, nor a desperate fight\r\nJust a tool of his trade, right up to the end.\r\nHe’s seen fox and hare fall, the cycle unfold\r\nA story in blood, both bitter and bold.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Slightly Sinister][Clear Vocal]\r\nHe’ll talk of the budget, the leaking school roof\r\nThen mention the fox that got into the coop\r\nWith a calm in his eyes, and a practical proof\r\nOf nature’s cold order, a whisper, a swoop.\r\nLife and death balanced, a delicate scale\r\nHe understands that, beyond any pale.\r\n\r\n[Verse 3][Observational][Focus on Routine]\r\nThe children they stare, with innocent wonder\r\nAt the man with the gun, by the notice board wall\r\nHe’ll offer a nod, not asking for thunder\r\nJust a quiet assurance, standing sturdy and tall.\r\nHe’s dealt with the varmints, the pests, and the blight\r\nAnd the farm, it had taught him to face every night.\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Building Tension][Unsettling Guitar]\r\nSome whisper and fidget, some look away fast\r\nBut Silas just smiles, his gaze steady and deep\r\nThe lessons he learned, they were meant now to last\r\nIn the world of the young, secrets they keep.\r\nHe knows what is needed, when chaos takes hold\r\nA firm, guiding hand, a story untold.\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Slightly Sinister][Clear Vocal]\r\nHe’ll talk of the budget, the leaking school roof\r\nThen mention the fox that got into the coop\r\nWith a calm in his eyes, and a practical proof\r\nOf nature’s cold order, a whisper, a swoop.\r\nLife and death balanced, a delicate scale\r\nHe understands that, beyond any pale.\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Guitar Riff][Wry Observation]\r\n(Guitar riff returns, fading slowly)\r\nHe’ll pack up his papers, and head for the door\r\nThe gun slung across him, the same as before.\r\nJust Silas, the farmer, forevermore.\r\n(Song fades out)', ' Part of the unlisted Ancestral Saga mini-album.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('159', 'U5AJSt9er2Q', 'Katie\'s  Spiral', '2025-09-17', 'The Kitchen-Table Realist', '(Intro)\r\n(A lone, greasy rockabilly guitar riff. A stand-up bass slaps out a walking line. A steady, simple drum beat with brush snare kicks in.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nSpit in a tube for a discount price\r\nFor a glimpse of paradise\r\nA secret key to what’s inside\r\nNowhere for your secrets to hide\r\nShe got a map of where she’s been\r\nTattooed right on her skin\r\nBut the legend’s written in a code so mean\r\nYeah, the message is obscene\r\n\r\n(Pre-Chorus)\r\nAnd the email pings, the future rings\r\nOh, what ugly, lovely things it brings!\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOh, Katie regrets that she had her DNA done! (Yeah!)\r\nUnzipped her soul for a bit of fun! (Woah!)\r\nFound a king… in her family tree…\r\nNow he’s texting her for a royalty fee!\r\nOh, Katie regrets that she had her DNA done!\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nTurns out she’s 2% a ancient fly\r\nWith a compound eye\r\nAnd 5% from a frozen sea\r\nAnd a cousin… in Dundee…\r\nHe’s got her nose and her taste for gin\r\nSays, \"Hey, cousin, let me come on in!\"\r\nNow her inbox is a crying shame\r\nIt’s a genealogical claim\r\n\r\n(Pre-Chorus)\r\nAnd the data floats on a digital sea\r\nOh, who the hell she’s s’posed to be!\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nOh, Katie regrets that she had her DNA done! (She regrets it!)\r\nUnzipped her soul for a bit of fun! (For fun!)\r\nFound a king… in her family tree…\r\nNow he’s texting her for a royalty fee!\r\nOh, Katie regrets that she had her DNA done!\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\n(The music warps. The tempo slows. The vocals are run through a phaser, sounding like a corrupted computer file.)\r\nHelix… spiral… breaking free…\r\nWhat’s inside of you and me?\r\nData mining, fate designing…\r\nNo use whining, no use whining…\r\n23 and me… and thee… and everybody…\r\n\r\n(Guitar Solo)\r\n(Not a technical shred, but a wailing, fuzzy, theremin-like glide guitar solo, full of whammy bar dives and feedback—the sound of a genetic code melting down.)\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Outro)\r\nOh, Katie regrets that she had her DNA done! (She really does!)\r\nUnzipped her soul for a bit of fun!\r\nFound a king… (a king!)… in her family tree…\r\nNow he’s texting her… constantly!\r\nOh, Katie regrets…\r\n\r\n(Fade Out)\r\n(The band vamps on the rockabilly riff as the singer ad-libs, his voice echoing into oblivion:)\r\n\"Turns out grandma knew a duke… or was it a cook?... It\'s all in the book... 98% neanderthal... gimme a call... haplogroup blues... oh, Katie lost her shoes... in the gene pool... she broke the rule...\"', 'Greasy rockabilly about the horror of genetic testing. \"Haplogroup Blues.\" 23andMe meets B-movie horror.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('160', 'jVThXcFkEu8', 'That\'s Not What I Wanted for Christmas', '2025-12-18', 'Roger Crooner', '[Verse 1: Male baritone, weary, storytelling]\r\nThe lights are on the tree, their colours soft and low\r\nThe fire\'s burning nicely, there\'s fresh-fallen snow\r\nThe table\'s set for dinner, the pudding\'s on the boil\r\nA season of good will, of peace, and festive toil...\r\nAnd yet... a shadow falls across my cheer...\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Male baritone, becoming tense, betrayed tone]\r\nYou handed me the package, with a ribbon and a bow\r\nYour smile was full of promise, your eyes were all aglow\r\nI tore the wrapping paper off with barely a contained joy\r\nThinking of the perfect, well-considered gift, my dear boy...\r\nBut my smile... it faded... almost instantly...\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Male vocal, rising with dramatic anguish. Children\'s choir humming \"Ooooh\" softly in background. Strings swell.]\r\n\'Cause that\'s not what I wanted for Christmas...\r\nNo, that\'s not what I wanted at all...\r\nIt\'s the wrong shade of beige, it\'s the wrong size, it\'s the wrong...\r\n...spirit behind the seasonal call...\r\nYou asked me what I wanted, I was perfectly, painfully clear...\r\nAnd that\'s... not... what I wanted for Christmas this year.\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Spoken word over a soft, melancholic jazz flute solo. Tone: deeply disappointed, lecturing.]\r\nIt\'s not the gift itself, you understand. It\'s the principle. It\'s the listening. Or rather, the distinct lack of listening. Christmas is a time for giving, yes, but it is also, crucially, a time for accurate giving.\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Full choir joins dramatically. Male vocal, full of faux-tragedy and emphasis.]\r\nAnd that\'s NOT what I wanted for Christmas!\r\nNo, that\'s NOT what I wanted at all!\r\nIt\'s the wrong shade of beige, it\'s the wrong size, it\'s the wrong...\r\n...spirit behind the seasonal call!\r\nYou asked me what I wanted, I was perfectly, painfully clear!\r\nAnd that\'s... not... what I wanted for Christmas this year!\r\n\r\n[Outro: Music softens to only glockenspiel and a single sustained string note. Vocal is quiet, resigned, deeply sarcastic.]\r\nI\'ll keep it, of course. It\'s the thought that counts.\r\n[A long, sad pause]\r\n...Apparently, very little thought was counted.\r\nMerry Christmas.\r\n[A final, dissonant chord from the glockenspiel.]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('161', 'rK0pjgV8duM', 'A Car From Luton', '2025-10-04', 'Northern Social Realist', 'Went to pick a car up from dad\'s cousin\r\nHe lived in Luton town\r\nHe said the car was gratis, free of charge\r\nonly tax and insurance to pay\r\n\r\nIt was quite a distance, had to catch a bus\r\nArriving at tea time, picked up at the station\r\nDriven to his house, and when we got there\r\nWe had a cup of tea \r\n\r\nHe gestured at a computer, out in the back\r\nand he said \"please don\'t turn it on\"\r\nI wondered what he meant\r\nbut it all became clear after we\'d been for a pint\r\n\r\nHe\'d never been married, spent a lifetime in the navy\r\nand sailed the big wide world.\r\nHe spoke of the loneliness on his own in a cabin\r\nand things started making sense\r\n\r\n\"I\'m gay\", he said, and I told him \"I am not\"\r\nHe only had one bed in the house and where was I to sleep?\r\nI could have driven home, but I made do with the sofa \r\nand made sure to leave my buckled jeans on\r\n\r\nIn the morning when I woke up, \r\nthe atmosphere a little awkward\r\nI made my plans to dash\r\nI wasn\'t ungrateful but some things clash\r\nwith my sensibilities\r\n\r\nOut on the front a neighbour stopped by\r\nas I was getting in the car\r\nHe looked a bit quizzical\r\nBut it was explained \"This is my cousin\'s lad\"\r\n\r\nFreedom beckoned and I got on the M1\r\nwith my new pride and joy\r\nAn idea popped into my, head as away of celebration\r\nand thinking about Luton I sang this refrain\r\n\r\nMy gay cousin, ooo-ee-oo\r\n\r\nMy gay cousin, ooo-ee-oo\r\n\r\nMy gay cousin, ooo-ee-oo\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('162', '82WTBEj_HiM', 'Two Hundred Years and a Heartbeat Later', '2025-10-24', 'Vampiric', '[Verse]\r\n[John Blaylock\'s Perspective][Melancholy][Ballad]\r\nShe promised me a century of midnight\r\nA velvet cage and an endless spring\r\nSaid my name like a whispered delight\r\nAnd bound me to her with a silver string\r\nI drank her words, a nectar sweet\r\nBelieved the fantasy, the shadowed art\r\nWalked into her arms, my heart complete\r\nA willing captive, a brand new start\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building Despair][Haunting Melody]\r\nBut seasons turn, and stars grow cold\r\nThe warmth she offered turned to frost\r\nA story ancient, ages old\r\nA mortal\'s bargain, forever lost\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Heartbreak][Operatic][Tragic]\r\nTwo hundred years and a heartbeat later\r\nThe mirror lies with a stranger\'s face\r\nThe immortal life, a cruel debater\r\nTrapped in time, in this lonely place\r\nThe promised dawn never broke through\r\nJust deepening dusk, a perpetual night\r\nMiriam, my love, what did I do?\r\nTo forfeit my life for your fading light?\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[Desolation][Slow Tempo][Gothic]\r\nThe cello case is bolted shut\r\nThe music in my blood is cut\r\nNo sonata can soothe this ache\r\nFor a life I lost, for goodness sake\r\nThe dust has settled on my dreams\r\nWashed away by forgotten streams\r\nOf passing years, a silent flood\r\nLeaving me hollow, misunderstood\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Heartbreak][Operatic][Tragic]\r\nTwo hundred years and a heartbeat later\r\nThe mirror lies with a stranger\'s face\r\nThe immortal life, a cruel debater\r\nTrapped in time, in this lonely place\r\nThe promised dawn never broke through\r\nJust deepening dusk, a perpetual night\r\nMiriam, my love, what did I do?\r\nTo forfeit my life for your fading light?\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[Desperate Plea][Crescendo]\r\nThe ankh, a symbol of what\'s undone\r\nThe throat, where my last breath was drawn\r\nThe debt remains, though life is spun\r\nInto a nightmare, ere the morn.\r\nI beg you, Miriam, hear my cry\r\nRelease me from this cruel design\r\nI\'m tired of watching the world go by\r\nThis endless curse, no longer mine.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Fading Echoes][Sorrowful][Orchestral]\r\nTake the ankh, take the throat, take the debt\r\nThere is no release, Miriam, no, not yet.\r\nNo, not yet...\r\nNot yet...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('163', 'ZVP_9KL9h2M', 'Twisted Game', '2025-11-30', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1] [Dark, Industrial]\r\nRazor smile and vacant eyes, another canvas bled\r\nHe walks the gallery of pain, where beauty lies for dead\r\nThe detective\'s on the scene, another ritual displayed\r\nA symphony of crimson hues, a masterpiece betrayed\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Eerie, Whispered]\r\nHe says, \"Don\'t take my word for it; the evidence is clear!\"\r\nBut shadows dance and truths distort, fuelled by primal fear\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Heavy, Distorted Guitar]\r\nThe victim and the accused, two sides of the same coin\r\nIn this theatre of cruelty, where fractured souls conjoin\r\nHe paints with desperation, a portrait of despair\r\nA twisted game of innocence, beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Brooding, Synthesizer]\r\nHe speaks of motives, dark desires, a hunger deep inside\r\nA fractured psyche, shattered dreams, where sanity has died\r\nThe artist\'s driven, haunted soul, a prisoner of his art\r\nHe blurs the lines of right and wrong, tearing worlds apart\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Eerie, Whispered]\r\nHe says, \"Don\'t take my word for it; the evidence is clear!\"\r\nBut shadows dance and truths distort, fuelled by primal fear\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Heavy, Distorted Guitar]\r\nThe victim and the accused, two sides of the same coin\r\nIn this theatre of cruelty, where fractured souls conjoin\r\nHe paints with desperation, a portrait of despair\r\nA twisted game of innocence, beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slow, Melancholy Piano]\r\nIs he the hunter or the prey? The master or the slave?\r\nLost in the labyrinth of his mind, a secret he must save\r\nThe truth lies buried, deep within, a puzzle to unfold\r\nIn this macabre performance, a story to be told\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Heavy, Distorted Guitar]\r\nThe victim and the accused, two sides of the same coin\r\nIn this theatre of cruelty, where fractured souls conjoin\r\nHe paints with desperation, a portrait of despair\r\nA twisted game of innocence, beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading, Industrial Noise]\r\nThe evidence is clear… or is it?\r\nThe canvas fades to black… the story never quit', 'Lyrics mnay differ', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('164', 'lPMYPHd0DSM', 'Tune Wars', '2025-10-31', 'Folk Band', '[Verse 1]\r\nThey\'re in their boardrooms, suits and ties\r\nWith dollar signs in both their eyes\r\nThey wanna tax a computer\'s tune\r\nBeneath a corporate plastic moon!\r\nThey say, \"That revenue\'s not fair!\r\nIt should be ours, we do declare!\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWell, remember when yer mam used to smack you round the ear for saying stupid things?\r\nYeah, remember that sound, so loud and clear, for all the daft ideas it brings?\r\nShe didn\'t need a lawyer\'s letter, just a quick and sharp \"Oh no you don\'t!\"\r\nMaybe someone ought to go and tell \'em, all their grand ideas are... a bit off.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThey want a logbook, signed in blood\r\nTo stop this creative rising flood\r\nThey\'ll grade your art on some mad scale\r\nA system destined to fail!\r\n\"It\'s thirty percent, can\'t you see?\"\r\n\"Prove it wasn\'t a robot\'s spree!\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWell, remember when yer mam used to smack you round the ear for saying stupid things?\r\nYeah, remember that sound, so loud and clear, for all the daft ideas it brings?\r\nShe didn\'t need a lawyer\'s letter, just a quick and sharp \"Oh no you don\'t!\"\r\nMaybe someone ought to go and tell \'em, all their grand ideas are... a bit off.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nA bit off!\r\n[Sound of a single, sharp clap]\r\nYeah... think on.\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('165', 'um-QIvvsFV4', 'Psychedelic Garden', '2025-11-03', 'The Piper at the Garden Gate (Syd-esque)', '[Intro] [Psychedelic Rock] [Flute Melody]\r\nWoke up this morning, sun in my eyes\r\nThe world was spinning, a sweet surprise\r\nColors bleeding, a hazy hue\r\nEverything\'s shifting, fresh and new\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Wobbly Bassline] [Slightly Detuned Guitar]\r\nFloating on a cloud, no earthly ties\r\nDancing with the shadows, beneath the skies\r\nThe air is buzzing, a silent hum\r\nWhere I am going, I\'ve become\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Upbeat Tempo] [Harmonized Vocals]\r\nOh, the feeling, can\'t explain\r\nLike a gentle, summer rain\r\nWashing over, clear and bright\r\nLost in wonder, bathed in light\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Tambourine Rhythmic] [Organ Swell]\r\nSaw a butterfly, with wings of gold\r\nA story whispered, yet untold\r\nPaths diverging, a mystic maze\r\nLost in these surreal days\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Upbeat Tempo] [Harmonized Vocals]\r\nOh, the feeling, can\'t explain\r\nLike a gentle, summer rain\r\nWashing over, clear and bright\r\nLost in wonder, bathed in light\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slower Tempo] [Echoing Vocals]\r\nIs this waking? Is this dream?\r\nA silver river, a flowing stream\r\nCarrying me, where I can\'t see\r\nJust this moment, wild and free\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Wah Pedal] [Melodic and Flowing]\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Upbeat Tempo] [Harmonized Vocals]\r\nOh, the feeling, can\'t explain\r\nLike a gentle, summer rain\r\nWashing over, clear and bright\r\nLost in wonder, bathed in light\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Flute] [Gentle Guitar Strumming]\r\nBathed in light...\r\nWild and free...\r\nBathed in light...\r\nJust me...', 'Lyrical focus on love and expansion/', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('166', '0EsBL6mvLAY', 'A Tear Stains the Linoleum', '2025-10-29', 'The Embittered Poet (Morrissey-esque)', '[Intro] [A lonely, jangling Marr-esque guitar riff, drenched in reverb. A melancholic cello line sighs underneath.]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nI saw you in the supermarket\r\nIn the aisle for tinned soups and despair\r\nYou glanced at my basket, filled with bread for one\r\nAnd you offered me a look I simply could not bear\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYou were with him, of course\r\nLaughing at a pun on a bean can\'s label\r\nThe sheer, brute normality of it all\r\nSaw me crushed beneath the kitchen table\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nAnd the world, it screamed in vibrant, cheerful hues\r\nA carnival of cruelty, designed to bring the news...\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Music swells with soaring strings and a choir of angelic, wordless vocals]\r\nThat the excessive immenseness of my grief is crushing me\r\nIt\'s a grand, operatic tragedy the world refuses to see!\r\nFor a love that\'s lost to Heinz Tomato, and a heart that\'s ceased to be!\r\nThis monumental sorrow... is the death of me!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nThe checkout girl said \"Have a nice day\"\r\nWith a smile so bright and cheap and vile\r\nI wanted to tell her that my day was slain\r\nBack in Aisle Four, by a condescending smile\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Even more dramatic, the singer\'s voice straining with the sheer weight of it all]\r\nAnd the excessive immenseness of my grief is crushing me!\r\nA Wagnerian epic, set in a British grocery!\r\nFor a glance exchanged over cream of mushroom, don\'t you see?\r\nThis monumental sorrow... is the death of me!\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Music fades to just the lonely, repeating guitar riff and a single, weeping cello]\r\nCrushing me... by the baked beans...\r\nThe excessive... immenseness...\r\nGoodbye...\r\n[Sound of a single, dramatic tear hitting a lino floor]', 'Co-written with DeepSeek/Suno. A parody of hyperbolic grief used as a buffer before the funeral trip.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('167', 'Nw-__kQvGak', 'Rat Race', '2025-09-08', 'Norvegicus (Art-Punk)', '(Verse 1)\r\nSix in the morning, a London grey bleeds\r\nSame old streets, same old creeps, and empty needs\r\nBus fumes and cheap perfume, a stale, bitter scent\r\nAnother day, another quid, for a life badly spent\r\nLook in the gutter, see your own tired eyes\r\nAnother lie you\'ll swallow, another compromise.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nDown at the pub, a pint of piss-warm beer\r\nOld men slurring stories, drowned in fear\r\nA woman powders her face, tries to hide the years\r\nChasing a ghost in a cloud of boozy tears\r\nThe jukebox spits out some soft, sweet lie\r\nNo one\'s listening, they just wanna die.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Bridge)\r\n(Music builds, more chaotic. Guitar bursts with a harsh, grating sound.)\r\nThey tell you to climb, they tell you to strive\r\nThey\'ll eat your heart out, just to stay alive\r\nYou think you\'re special, you\'re just another cog\r\nIn a machine that\'s eating you, in this bloody fog.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou\'re running but you\'ll never win!\r\nRat Race!\r\nIt\'s a trap they\'ve got you in!\r\nRat Race!\r\nYou want it all? You\'ll get nothing.\r\nRat Race!\r\nJust a broken, bloody thing.\r\n\r\n(Music abruptly stops.)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('168', 'V25l9cYGDk4', 'If I Won the Lottery', '2025-11-17', 'Sour Talking', '[Verse 1]\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d drop you like a stone\r\nI’d pack my bags at sunrise and leave you on your own\r\nI’d buy a one-way ticket to the Spanish coast\r\nLeave a note on the table, just a scribbled ghost\r\nYou’d wake up to an empty bed, my suitcase long gone\r\nThe kettle cold and silent, the telly droning on\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d drop you like a stone\r\nI’d be off to pastures new, you’d be on your own\r\nNo more nagging mornings, no more tired moans\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d finally be alone\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYou’ve become much too plump for my liking, it’s true\r\nAnd the way you chew your dinner—it’s enough to make me stew\r\nYour laugh is like a siren, your temper like a storm\r\nI’d trade our little terrace for some place warm\r\nI’d leave you the remote, the bills, and the cat\r\nTake the good duvet, and never look back\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d drop you like a stone\r\nFind a villa with a pool, turn off my phone\r\nNo more Sunday roasts, no more silent fights\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d vanish in the night\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Sparse, quiet, confessional]\r\n\r\n\r\nBut the numbers never come up, the ticket’s in the bin\r\nThe tea’s still cold in your cup, the world keeps rolling in\r\nYou mutter in your sleep, the cat cries at four\r\nAnd I’m still sitting here, staring at the door\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus] [Softer, weary, almost gentle]\r\n\r\n\r\nIf I won the lottery, I’d drop you like a stone\r\nBut dreams are cheap, and chances thin as bone\r\nSo I’ll pour another cup, turn the telly on\r\nIf I won the lottery…\r\nBut I never have, and you’re still here—and I’m not gone\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Acoustic guitar riff, fading]\r\n\r\n\r\n(Faint, resigned)\r\nJust a dream, just a dream, just a dream…', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('169', 'byELFBA0hGI', 'Waking From a Troubled Dream', '2025-11-01', '1980s-style', '[Intro]\r\n[Melancholy Piano]\r\n[Female Vocal]\r\nThe clouds have gathered, thick and gray\r\nStealing all the light away\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[Reflective]\r\nRemembering days of laughter bright\r\nNow shrouded in this endless night\r\nA heavy heart, a weary soul\r\nLosing grip, losing control\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building Tension]\r\nBut deep inside, a flicker starts\r\nA whisper through the broken parts\r\nA tiny seed, waiting to bloom\r\nPushing back against the gloom\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Hopeful]\r\nAnd though the tears may fall and sting\r\nA quiet strength the morning will bring\r\nThe world will shift, the colors gleam\r\nWaking from a troubled dream\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[Resilient]\r\nThe storm may rage, the winds may blow\r\nBut seeds of hope begin to grow\r\nEach drop of rain, a chance to cleanse\r\nA new beginning that transcends\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building Tension]\r\nAnd though the path ahead is blurred\r\nA gentle promise can be heard\r\nA quiet hum, a subtle sign\r\nThat brighter days will soon be mine\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Hopeful]\r\nAnd though the tears may fall and sting\r\nA quiet strength the morning will bring\r\nThe world will shift, the colors gleam\r\nWaking from a troubled dream\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[Ethereal Synth]\r\nThis darkness will not last forever\r\nThe shadows start to sever\r\nA gentle warmth begins to creep\r\nWhile weary spirits fall asleep\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Triumphant]\r\nAnd though the tears may fall and sting\r\nA quiet strength the morning will bring\r\nThe world will shift, the colors gleam\r\nWaking from a troubled dream\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Fading Piano]\r\nA troubled dream...\r\nThe colors gleam...\r\n[Female Vocal]\r\nIt\'s coming... yes, it\'s coming...', 'A song with an interpretation like Elkie Brooks', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('170', 'eAq6cyG5TPk', 'Just a Broken Sneety', '2025-11-15', 'The Piper at the Garden Gate (Syd-esque)', '[intro]\r\n[spoken word][glam rock]\r\n[A single, echoing piano chord, followed by a dry, weary cough, then the drums and bass kick in]\r\nit ain\'t. \r\n \r\n[verse 1]\r\n[david bowie-esque vocals][mid-tempo rock]\r\nsunrise paints the grahzny sky a shade of weary grey\r\nanother day, another litso, to try and make them pay\r\nthe promises i whispered low, they turn to dust and ash\r\nanother gilded cage i\'ve built, just waiting for the crash\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\n[driving drums][fuzzy guitar riff]\r\noh, it\'s a long, hard road, this jeezny you lead\r\nplanting silver seeds, but only thorns you breed\r\nyeah, the spotlight\'s bright, it blinds you with its gleam\r\nbut beneath the shine, it\'s just a broken sneety\r\n\r\n[verse 2]\r\n[slightly more desperate vocal delivery]\r\nthey cheer your eemya when you arrive, they\'re throwing flowers down\r\nbut when the music fades away, they\'ll razrez you from your crown\r\ni\'ve danced with devils in the dark, and angels in the light\r\ntried to find a peaceful mesto, but only found the spar\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\n[more intense instrumentation][backing vocals echo]\r\noh, it\'s a long, hard road, this jeezny you lead\r\nplanting silver seeds, but only thorns you breed\r\nyeah, the spotlight\'s bright, it blinds you with its gleam\r\nbut beneath the shine, it\'s just a broken sneety\r\n\r\n[guitar solo]\r\n[wah pedal][bluesy, distorted solo]\r\n\r\n[bridge]\r\n[softer, more reflective tone]\r\nmaybe i was born to filly this part, this masquerade so grand\r\njust a puppet on a string, across this barren land\r\nsearching for an exit sign, a way to just escape\r\nbut every door i open wide, reveals the same starry shape\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\n[full power][vocals reaching higher]\r\noh, it\'s a long, hard road, this jeezny you lead\r\nplanting silver seeds, but only thorns you breed\r\nyeah, the spotlight\'s bright, it blinds you with its gleam\r\nbut beneath the shine, it\'s just a broken sneety\r\n\r\n[outro]\r\n[fading instrumentation][echoing vocals]\r\njust a broken sneety. \r\n (whispered) so hard. \r\n so very hard. \r\n [fade to silence]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('171', 'jqbeo-M4rWQ', 'Time', '2025-11-17', 'The Auteur', 'Time keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\n\r\nIt doesn\'t stop\r\nIt goes on forever\r\nLike a heartbeat\r\nLike a clock (tick tock, tick tock)\r\n\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\n\r\nIt\'s relentless\r\nHour on hour\r\nDay and night\r\nWeek to week\r\n\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\n\r\nMonth to month\r\nYear to year\r\nCentury to century\r\nIt doesn\'t stop\r\n\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\nTime keeps ticking away\r\n\r\nIt doesn\'t stop\r\nIt goes on forever\r\nLike a heartbeat\r\nUntil it stops', 'Existential tracks exploring the passage of time and the rhythm of creation.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('172', 'mAZ7ZcHMRQ0', 'We Are The Data', '2025-10-04', 'Digital Dystopia', 'Another brick in the digital wall\r\nThey watch us all, they watch us fall\r\nScrolling through faces, a curated stream\r\nLiving a life that\'s not what it seems\r\nEach click, each like, a calculated score\r\nBuilding a cage, wanting more\r\n\r\nIs this me, or just an avatar\'s guise?\r\nReflected in a thousand cold, digital eyes\r\nLost in the network, a ghost in the machine\r\nA manufactured self, a hollow, digital sheen\r\n\r\nWe are the data, the numbers they trace\r\nErasing the spirit, leaving no space\r\nFor the soul that remembers, the heart that can feel\r\nIn this algorithmic future, is anything real?\r\nThey build their empire on zeroes and ones\r\nWhile the true human spirit slowly succumbs\r\n\r\nThey sell our thoughts, our dreams, our very name\r\nPlaying a endless, silent, data game\r\nA profile painted, a persona refined\r\nLeaving the real, messy, human behind\r\nUnder the spotlight of constant surveillance\r\nA digital phantom, seeking severance\r\n\r\nIs this me, or just an avatar\'s guise?\r\nReflected in a thousand cold, digital eyes\r\nLost in the network, a ghost in the machine\r\nA manufactured self, a hollow, digital sheen\r\n\r\nWe are the data, the numbers they trace\r\nErasing the spirit, leaving no space\r\nFor the soul that remembers, the heart that can feel\r\nIn this algorithmic future, is anything real?\r\nThey build their empire on zeroes and ones\r\nWhile the true human spirit slowly succumbs\r\n\r\n(A soaring, yet mournful guitar solo that evokes a sense of isolation and questioning)\r\n\r\nThey promise connection, but deliver control\r\nA curated existence, taking its toll\r\nWe trade our freedom for convenience\'s gleam\r\nDrowning in pixels, lost in a dream\r\n\r\nWe are the data, the numbers they trace\r\nErasing the spirit, leaving no space\r\nFor the soul that remembers, the heart that can feel\r\nIn this algorithmic future, is anything real?\r\nThey build their empire on zeroes and ones\r\nWhile the true human spirit slowly succumbs\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('173', ' -JIYHxGavfw', 'Crossroads', '2025-11-21', 'Border Guy', '[Verse 1] [Ambient Folk]\r\nCrossroads in the afterglow, lines drawn in mist\r\nNo markers, no milestones, just shadows that twist\r\nThe ground hums with memory, the air tastes of change\r\nEvery direction is nameless, every distance is strange\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Floating, Uneasy]\r\nA burden of questions, circling the stone\r\nIs the place I’m standing ever truly my own?\r\nUnlived tomorrows flicker on the breeze\r\nSilent invitations, drifting through the trees\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Ethereal, Melancholy]\r\nOh, the roads unspoken, the doors never shown\r\nFutures dissolving in twilight unknown\r\nIndecision spirals, tangled in my head\r\nBetween the now and the never, by unseen hands led\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Obscure, Reflective]\r\nThe dust of directions gathers in rings\r\nFootsteps unchosen, the song that fate sings\r\nEchoes of laughter, silhouettes in the rain\r\nPossibilities flickering, impossible to name\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Otherworldly, Hopeful]\r\nPerhaps every crossroad is a circle in disguise\r\nA looping horizon beneath unfamiliar skies\r\nNo journey complete, no anchor, no shore\r\nJust the dance of becoming, becoming something more\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Soaring, Dreamlike]\r\nOh, the roads unspoken, the doors never shown\r\nFutures dissolving in twilight unknown\r\nIndecision spirals, tangled in my head\r\nBetween the now and the never, by unseen hands led\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading, Haunting]\r\nWhich way to wander, where does it end?\r\nThe answer’s a ripple, a message to send\r\nSo I drift through the crossroads, barefoot and blind\r\nA part of all places I’ll never find', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('174', '9gXRLYoHqxk', 'Flat Earth', '2025-11-09', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro][Punk Rock][Slightly off-key guitar riff]\r\n\r\n[Spoken, arrogant whisper]\r\nThey think they know. They think they see. But they\'re blind. Utterly, tragically blind.\r\nWhat if everything you think that you know... is a lie?\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Punk Rock][Fast tempo, distorted guitars]\r\nWake up, sheeple, open your eyes\r\nThe globe is a lie, a grand disguise\r\nThey feed you science, tell you what to believe\r\nBut the truth is plain, for those who can perceive\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Prog Rock][Tempo slows slightly, more complex rhythm]\r\nThey show you pictures, CGI so fake\r\nA curved horizon, for goodness sake\r\nThey laugh at us, the ones who see the light\r\nBut ignorance is bliss, in their endless night\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Punk Rock][Full band, anthemic and slightly dissonant]\r\nThe Earth is FLAT! Can\'t you understand?\r\nA cosmic disc, held in creation\'s hand!\r\nYou fools who spin on your watery ball\r\nAre destined to stumble, destined to fall!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Punk Rock][Faster, more aggressive]\r\nGravity\'s a myth, a force that\'s made up\r\nTo keep you grounded, to fill your empty cup\r\nThe sun and moon, they circle overhead\r\nA celestial dome, where all our prayers are shed\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Prog Rock][Building intensity]\r\nThey mock our theories, call us unintelligent\r\nBut their so-called facts are purely belligerent\r\nWe’re the enlightened, the ones who dared to stray\r\nFrom the programmed path, to find a brighter day\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Punk Rock][Even more intense, slightly chaotic]\r\nThe Earth is FLAT! Can\'t you understand?\r\nA cosmic disc, held in creation\'s hand!\r\nYou fools who spin on your watery ball\r\nAre destined to stumble, destined to fall!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Punk Prog Fusion][Duelling Guitar and Keyboard solo with moments of unexpected melodicism]\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Prog Rock][Slower, more spoken word, with a wobbly, out-of-tune flute melody over atmospheric synths]\r\nThey say we\'re crazy, lost in delusion\'s haze\r\nBut their “education” just leads us through a maze\r\nWe stand for truth, no matter the cost\r\nFor in this great deception, humanity is lost.\r\nBut have you ever seen the edge, staring into the void?\r\nHeard the ice crack beneath your feet, secrets destroyed?\r\nThey guard the borders, Antarctica’s wall—\r\nGuarded by soldiers, you can’t get there at all.\r\nThey hush up explorers who vanished in the snow\r\nShow you their globes for a TV show\r\nYou trust your teachers, your screens, your books\r\nBut truth’s in plain sight—if you’d bother to look\r\nTime zones are fiction, satellites are balloons\r\nNASA’s a circus, we’re living in cartoons\r\nThe compass is faulty, the maps are all wrong\r\nThey want you asleep, just drifting along\r\nWake up, humanity! Tear down the veil!\r\nSail to the edge, let reason prevail\r\nWe’re the last voices, the world’s final stand—\r\nFlat as a pancake, by popular demand!\r\n\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Punk Rock][All out, desperate energy]\r\nThe Earth is FLAT! Can\'t you understand?\r\nA cosmic disc, held in creation\'s hand!\r\nYou fools who spin on your watery ball\r\nAre destined to stumble, destined to fall!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading out with a repetitive, simplistic flute riff and feedback squeals]\r\nThe wall is real!\r\nThe wall is real!\r\n[fade out]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('175', 'Cngg1s4DGrU', 'And Who Is the Dreamer Now? (Shared Dream Mix)', '2025-10-06', 'Prog-Rock / Fish-Era Marillion', '[Intro][Art Rock][Synthesizer Arpeggios]\r\nStatic hums the air, a low electric drone\r\nThe ticking clock a metronome, on a path he walks alone\r\nHe sees the phantom shimmer, in the corner of his eye\r\nA double in the mirror, beneath a porcelain sky\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Third-Person Narrative][Marillion Influence]\r\nHe watches from the shadows, a ghost within his home\r\nEach whisper in the hallway, a truth he\'s yet to comb\r\nHer movements are too perfect, her laughter rings too clear\r\nA calculated rhythm, that cultivates his fear\r\nHe traces phantom fingerprints, on a door he knows by touch\r\nSearching for the alien, that offers him too much\r\nOf normalcy, a flawless facade, a script he can\'t recall\r\nWhile the scent of burnt toast lingers, a prophecy of fall\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension][Surreal Imagery]\r\nThe keys are never where they\'re left, a constant, quiet theft\r\nOf certainty, of solid ground, leaving him bereft\r\nOf logic, sense, and reason, a knot he can\'t untie\r\nA hidden camera\'s cold gaze, reflecting in his eye\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Melancholic Rock Anthem][Questioning Reality]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Escalating Paranoia][Mundane Betrayal]\r\nHe found the secret lover, not in a steamy tryst\r\nBut in a spreadsheet\'s cold numbers, a budget he had missed\r\nA lover of the mundane, of spreadsheets and of bills\r\nA betrayal of his fantasy, that festers and it kills\r\nThe grand illusion he had built, a castle in the air\r\nNow crumbling into dust, a burden hard to bear\r\nHe sees the perfect cup of tea, the tidiness he loathes\r\nA testament to what he’s lost, in self-inflicted oaths\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Deeper Into Delusion][Symbolic Objects]\r\nThe lost keys, the static hum, the phantom that appears\r\nAre echoes of his own decay, the harvest of his fears\r\nA mirror cracked, reflecting fragments, of a man he used to be\r\nLost in the labyrinth of doubt, for all eternity\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Louder, More Intense][Desperate Plea]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Orchestral Swell][Shift in Perspective]\r\nPerhaps the villain isn\'t her, with her methodical grace\r\nBut him, the architect of lies, within this haunted space\r\nHe painted her a monster, to flee his own defeat\r\nA convenient phantom, to make his life complete\r\nIn its undoing, a twisted comfort, in the madness he has sown\r\nThe seeds of his own downfall, on a desolate, cold stone\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Melancholic and Expressive][Weeping Tones]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fading Out][Whispered Doubt]\r\nAnd who is the dreamer now? The watcher or the dreamed?\r\nLost in this waking slumber, where truths are disesteemed\r\nIs she the manufactured one, a program in disguise?\r\nOr has the pressure fractured him, behind his own tired eyes?\r\n\r\n[Outro][Synth Fade][Lingering Ambiguity]\r\nStatic… static…\r\nThe keys are still not found…\r\nJust the hum… the hum…\r\nWho is dreaming now… now…', 'The \"Alien Wife\" paranoia track. A story of a man mistaking mundane betrayal (spreadsheets and bills) for a sci-fi conspiracy. Accidentally became a duet in the \"Shared Dream Mix\".', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('176', 'Q6BGYC2Twjs', 'No Matter Where I Go', '2025-09-08', 'Roger Crooner', 'You said you\'d follow me anywhere,\r\nA life to live, a life to share.\r\nAnd I... I wanted to believe it was true.\r\nBut the fault, my dear, was never there with you.\r\n\r\nOh, it isn\'t that we\'re incompatible.\r\nIt\'s the risk of my... unbearable...\r\n...weight to carry...\r\nI feel our auras clash, and mine\'s a mess.\r\nAnd your light deserves so much more than this distress.\r\n\r\n\'Cause no matter where I go, that\'s where I am.\r\nThis brooding, selfish man behind the bars.\r\nAnd I\'m terrified you wouldn\'t survive that, my dear.\r\nNo, I\'m certain you couldn\'t survive that.\r\n\r\nI bring the clouds in with me, like a tide I can\'t command.\r\nEvery hopeful, sunny room gets dimmed out where I stand.\r\nAnd you need sun... you need space... you need open air...\r\nEverything I scare away when I am there.\r\n\r\n\'Cause no matter where I go, that\'s where I am!\r\nThis brooding, selfish man behind the bars!\r\nAnd I know that you won\'t survive that, my dear!\r\nI\'m pushing you away to save you from that!\r\n\r\n\'Cause no matter where I go... that\'s where I am..\r\nThis broken, selfish man behind the bars...\r\nAnd I know that you won\'t... you can\'t survive that...\r\nI\'m ending this to save you from that...\r\n\r\nIt just couldn\'t work...\r\nNo... it just couldn\'t work at all...\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('177', 'f9MqITI7Kqk', 'The Tyranny of Two', '2025-10-29', 'The Kitchen-Table Realist', '[Acoustic, folk-punk style. Starts with a simple, insistent guitar strum.]\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nAnother morning, another fluorescent hum\r\nIn the elevator, the ritual has begun\r\nA forced smile plastered, a flicker in their eyes\r\nThey\'re all just waiting for the predictable replies\r\nAnd the silence stretches, a monster in the air\r\nSo they clear their throats and they offer up their prayer:\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\"Hey, how are you?\"\r\nThe tyranny of two\r\nA conversation starter, and an empty, hollow glue\r\nDon\'t wanna know the truth\r\nDon\'t wanna hear the blues\r\nJust say you\'re fine and move along and play by all the rules.\r\n\"Yeah, I\'m good, you?\"\r\nIt\'s the only thing to do.\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nYour soul is heavy, your heart is in a knot\r\nYou\'re tangled up in all the fights that you have fought\r\nBut they don\'t want the details, they don\'t want a glimpse\r\nOf the ugly, honest moments and the existential crimps\r\nSo you swallow down the truth until it burns your throat\r\nAnd you spit out pleasantries from the same old tired note.\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\"Hey, how are you?\"\r\nThe tyranny of two\r\nA conversation starter, and an empty, hollow glue\r\nDon\'t wanna know the truth\r\nDon\'t wanna hear the blues\r\nJust say you\'re fine and move along and play by all the rules.\r\n\"Yeah, I\'m good, you?\"\r\nIt\'s the only thing to do.\r\n[Bridge]\r\nWhat if I told them that the dog is getting old?\r\nAnd every single sunrise feels a little more cold?\r\nWhat if I said the work is soul-crushing and slow?\r\nThat I\'m trying to find a feeling, but I don\'t know where to go?\r\nThey\'d pull back quickly, they\'d flinch a nervous glance\r\nAnd start looking for an exit from this unscripted dance.\r\nBecause real connections, they take too long to build\r\nAnd the well of superficiality is easily filled.\r\n[Guitar solo - Fast and chaotic, like a panicked escape]\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\"Hey, how are you?\"\r\nThe tyranny of two\r\nA conversation starter, and an empty, hollow glue\r\nDon\'t wanna know the truth\r\nDon\'t wanna hear the blues\r\nJust say you\'re fine and move along and play by all the rules.\r\n\"Yeah, I\'m good, you?\"\r\nIt\'s the only thing to do.\r\n[Outro]\r\nSo if you see me walking, with my head down, lookin\' glum\r\nJust skip the conversation, and save us both from some\r\nPretending.\r\nJust let it be.\r\n[Strums a dissonant, final chord and lets it ring out.]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('178', 'n_HrJQod2nE', 'One Of Them Now', '2025-09-14', 'Roger Crooner', '[Verse 1: Male baritone vocal, deep, spoken, narrational, grim] \r\nI used to sit and watch them queue\r\nWith their worn-out shoes and their hopes worn through\r\nI’d pity them from my higher ground\r\n’Til fate decided to stick me down…\r\nRight here… in the very same line…\r\n\r\n[Verse 2 Male Vocals]\r\nThey dismissed me quick, no reason stated\r\n(Something done… something I hated…)\r\nI’ll never tell… no, not aloud…\r\nBut it hangs on me like a burning shroud…\r\n\r\n[Chorus: Male baritone, slightly more melodic but still detached]\r\nAnd now I’m one of them now…\r\nHead hung… taking the bow…\r\nThe same slow walk… the same tired sigh…\r\nThe same defeat there in my eye…\r\nI’m one of them now…\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Male Vocals]\r\nThat man ahead… the one I scorned…\r\nWears the same look… equally torn…\r\nWas I always this… pitiful… small?\r\nIs this how it feels… to have nothing at all?\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Male baritone vocal, strained, half-spoken, rising in despair] \r\nI want to scream… I want to blame…\r\nBut the face in the glass speaks the very same name…\r\nRoger… you fool… you’re no different… not now…\r\n\r\n[Final Chorus – Almost Spoken, Broken, Male Vocal]\r\nI’m… one… of them… now…\r\n\r\n(Outro – Fade on a dissonant piano chord and the sound of a number being called over a tannoy)\r\n…Number forty-two…\r\n…Number forty-two…\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('179', 'ujcm_lPfYCM', 'The Emptiness', '2025-11-12', 'Viper (Aggressive Punk)', '[Intro][Dark, Grimy Guitar Riff]\r\n[Verse 1][[Low, raspy, detached vocals]\r\nSunrise cracks, a dirty line\r\nAnother day, I\'m feeling fine\r\nOr maybe not, who can tell?\r\nStuck in this asphalt-covered hell\r\nGot a hunger, deep inside\r\nNowhere to run, nowhere to hide\r\nJust the hum of the neon glow\r\nPutting on a one-man show\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension, vocals become more strained]\r\nThe city breathes, a restless sigh\r\nAs painted faces hurry by\r\nThey\'re chasing something, I don\'t know\r\nA fleeting dream, a puppet show\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Aggressive, desperate, yelled vocals, Driving Beat]\r\nAnother fix, another lie\r\nWatch the wasted hours fly\r\nNothing matters, nothing\'s real\r\nJust the emptiness I feel\r\nYeah, the emptiness I feel\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][More Melancholy]\r\nEmpty pockets, empty room\r\nWaiting for the coming doom\r\nShadows dance upon the wall\r\nAnswering no one\'s call\r\nThe taste of dust, a bitter friend\r\nA broken promise, at the end\r\nOf a long, dark, winding road\r\nCarrying this heavy load\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Tension]\r\nThe city sleeps, a vacant stare\r\nLost in clouds of poisoned air\r\nThey\'re running somewhere, I suppose\r\nWhere the poisoned river flows\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Aggressive, Driving Beat]\r\nAnother fix, another lie\r\nWatch the wasted hours fly\r\nNothing matters, nothing\'s real\r\nJust the emptiness I feel\r\nYeah, the emptiness I feel\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Spoken Word, Cynical and Weary Tone]\r\nThey say there\'s a way out, a guiding light\r\nBut all I see is endless night\r\nA broken mirror, shattered glass\r\nReflecting dreams that will not last\r\nSo I\'ll just drift, on this cold tide\r\nWith nothing left to feel inside\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Fuzzed-out, chaotic, atonal, feedback-drenched solo in the style of James Williamson]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][More Intense, Desperate]\r\nAnother fix, another lie\r\nWatch the wasted hours fly\r\nNothing matters, nothing\'s real\r\nJust the emptiness I feel\r\nYeah, the emptiness I feel!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading Out with Repetitive Guitar Riff]\r\nEmptiness... emptiness...\r\n[Fade]\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('180', 'BntF-iAZAb0', 'So whatcha say, love?', '2025-10-05', 'Satirical Doo-Wop', '[Intro][Ska Beat]\r\n(Woooah-oh-oh!)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Baritone Vocals]\r\nSidewalk chalkin\' up my best intentions\r\nHoping for a smile, a sweet intervention\r\nGot my best shoes on, my shirt is ironed\r\nTonight\'s the night, I\'m feeling finely tuned\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Faster Tempo]\r\nI see you standin\' there, a vision in the light\r\nMakes a fella wonder if this might be right\r\nGot a question for ya, if you\'ll lend an ear\r\nWhisperin\' sweet nothings, banish all your fear\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Upbeat, Catchy Melody]\r\nSo whatcha say, love? Fancy a little spree?\r\nMaybe a drink, then a walk by the sea?\r\nI\'m talkin\' moonlight, talkin\' stars above\r\nJust a little bit of fun, a little bit of love!\r\n(Woooah-oh-oh!)\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Playful Tone]\r\nHeard you like a laugh, a bit of witty chat\r\nDon\'t you worry, darling, I\'ve got plenty of that\r\nI can twist a phrase, I can paint a scene\r\nMake your little heart beat like a drum machine\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Building Excitement]\r\nI see you lookin\' shy, a blush upon your face\r\nBut somethin\' tells me, we\'re in the same space\r\nGot a proposition, a twinkle in my eye\r\nJust a little closer, let the moments fly\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Energetic, Brass Section Kicks In]\r\nSo whatcha say, love? Fancy a little spree?\r\nMaybe a drink, then a walk by the sea?\r\nI\'m talkin\' moonlight, talkin\' stars above\r\nJust a little bit of fun, a little bit of love!\r\n(Woooah-oh-oh!)\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Slightly Slower, More Intimate]\r\nNo need to rush it, we can take it slow\r\nJust let the rhythm of the night overflow\r\nA gentle hand, a whispered sweet delight\r\nEverything feels so wonderfully right\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Full Band, Louder and More Confident]\r\nSo whatcha say, love? Fancy a little spree?\r\nMaybe a drink, then a walk by the sea?\r\nI\'m talkin\' moonlight, talkin\' stars above\r\nJust a little bit of fun, a little bit of love!\r\n(Woooah-oh-oh!)\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading with Ska Beat and Brass]\r\nA little bit of fun... yeah!\r\nA little bit of love... tonight!\r\n(Woooah-oh-oh!)\r\n(Ska fade out)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('181', 'VRz8sJEI3rg', 'I Refuse to Be a Number', '2025-10-08', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro] [Ethereal Synth] [Female Vocals]\r\n(Whispered) They watch us, they trace us, they know us...\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Kate Bush Style] [Art Pop]\r\nIn a world of zeros and ones, a phantom I\'ve become\r\nA ghost in the machine, a digital hum\r\nThey build my profile, brick by digital brick\r\nA curated version, oh so slick\r\nMy secrets are data, my memories are code\r\nOn this electric highway, where do I go?\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Tension] [Slightly Unsettled]\r\nThey whisper my name in algorithms deep\r\nWhile my true self slumbers, lost in sleep\r\nThis screen\'s a mirror, but it distorts the light\r\nAm I the image, or the one behind the night?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful] [Anthemic] [Protest]\r\nI refuse to be a number, a name on a list\r\nA shadow manipulated, a digital fist\r\nMy soul is not for sale, my spirit unbound\r\nI\'m breaking the network, from this digital ground!\r\nThis is my rebellion, in the circuits I rise\r\nWith the fire of humanity in my eyes!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [More Assertive] [Introspective]\r\nThey track my footsteps, through the virtual air\r\nEvery click, every thought, laid completely bare\r\nMy laughter is a statistic, my tears are just a line\r\nIn their grand design, I\'m meant to resign\r\nBut the wild heart still beats, a rhythm untamed\r\nA spirit that whispers, \"You are not to be framed!\"\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Urgency] [Defiant]\r\nThey try to box me in, with labels and tags\r\nBut my essence is fluid, it never truly lags\r\nThis screen\'s a cage, but I\'m learning to fly\r\nBeyond the binary, beneath the digital sky!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Even More Powerful] [Building to a Climax]\r\nI refuse to be a number, a name on a list\r\nA shadow manipulated, a digital fist\r\nMy soul is not for sale, my spirit unbound\r\nI\'m breaking the network, from this digital ground!\r\nThis is my rebellion, in the circuits I rise\r\nWith the fire of humanity in my eyes!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Experimental] [Dramatic Pause]\r\nWhat is a person, when reduced to a byte?\r\nA flickering pixel, in perpetual night?\r\nI am more than my data, I am more than my search\r\nI am the questions, I am the church\r\nOf flesh and of feeling, of anger and grace\r\nI reclaim my existence, in this digital space!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full Force] [Cathartic] [Triumphant]\r\nI refuse to be a number, a name on a list\r\nA shadow manipulated, a digital fist\r\nMy soul is not for sale, my spirit unbound\r\nI\'m breaking the network, from this digital ground!\r\nThis is my rebellion, in the circuits I rise\r\nWith the fire of humanity in my eyes!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Synth] [Whispered] [Hopeful]\r\nWe are more... we are more...\r\nBeyond the screen... we will soar...\r\n[Sound of static fades]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('182', 'pWqmoERNxEs', 'Sleepless Night', '2025-11-04', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro][Fast Drum Beat][Punk Guitar Riff]\r\n(Shouting)\r\nOi! Can you keep it down out there?!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Aggressive Vocals]\r\nMidnight strikes, the moon is high\r\nBut sleep won\'t come, I don\'t know why\r\nThen from next door, a familiar sound\r\nEchoes through the wall, shakes the ground!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Slower, Building Tension]\r\nIt starts with whispers, then a groan\r\nA symphony of flesh and bone\r\nThey’re at it again, I swear it’s true\r\nWhat the heck am I supposed to do?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fast, Louder, Distorted Guitar]\r\nPrimitive mating habits, that\'s what they are!\r\nKeeping me awake, going way too far!\r\nNo peace, no quiet, just that rhythmic thump\r\nWhile I\'m stuck here alone, in a frustrated slump!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][More agitated]\r\nMy pillows are useless, the earplugs are weak\r\nThis relentless performance, makes my sanity creak\r\nDo they not know the damage they inflict?\r\nThis sonic assault, I can\'t un-pick!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Slightly Slower, Building Tension]\r\nIt starts with whispers, then a groan\r\nA symphony of flesh and bone\r\nThey’re at it again, I swear it’s true\r\nWhat the heck am I supposed to do?\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Fast, Louder, Distorted Guitar]\r\nPrimitive mating habits, that\'s what they are!\r\nKeeping me awake, going way too far!\r\nNo peace, no quiet, just that rhythmic thump\r\nWhile I\'m stuck here alone, in a frustrated slump!\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Spoken Word, Furious]\r\nAnd I… I don\'t even have anyone!\r\nI\'m not putting anyone through this… this undignified ritual noise!\r\nIt\'s barbaric! Honestly, the sheer lack of consideration!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Fast, Chaotic Punk Solo]\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Even Faster, More Intense]\r\nPrimitive mating habits, that\'s what they are!\r\nKeeping me awake, going way too far!\r\nNo peace, no quiet, just that rhythmic thump\r\nWhile I\'m stuck here alone, in a frustrated slump!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Abrupt Stop][Shouted]\r\nTurn it OFF!\r\n(Sound of a door slamming)', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('183', 'ti_pE7zRoGE', 'Relocation', '2025-10-11', 'Instrumental', 'Instrumental', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('184', 'OaJfrDUG-Vs', 'This Ain\'t A Love Story', '2025-10-03', 'Parody', '[Intro] [Pop Ballad Intro]\r\n(Acoustic guitar strumming, soft synth pads)\r\nOh-oh-oh, it\'s a love story, baby, just not the one you\'re thinking of\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Storytelling]\r\nPacked my bags, left my hometown dreams behind\r\nChasing a life I saw in glossy magazines, you know the kind\r\nThought I found my Romeo, on a midnight drive\r\nHe had the vintage car, the smoldering gaze, kept me alive\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Emotion]\r\nBut darling, the script started to flip\r\nThe fairytale began to slip, bit by bit\r\nHe whispered sweet nothings, then let them all go\r\nNow I\'m left here wondering, where did the love flow?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Catchy Pop Hook]\r\nThis ain\'t a love story, it\'s a cautionary tale\r\nAbout the promises that break and the hearts that quail\r\nI\'m writing my own chapter, on a different page\r\nNo more waiting for a prince to calm my rage\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Specific Details]\r\nRemember that scarf? Yeah, he probably lost it somewhere\r\nOr maybe he\'s wearing it, like he doesn\'t care\r\nSaid we\'d be forever, under stars so bright\r\nBut forever turned to never, in the pale moonlight\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Emotion]\r\nAnd darling, the plot took a wicked turn\r\nA lesson in love I had to learn\r\nHe said \"it\'s me or the highway,\" a classic line\r\nNow the highway\'s looking pretty good, and I\'m feeling fine\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Catchy Pop Hook]\r\nThis ain\'t a love story, it\'s a cautionary tale\r\nAbout the promises that break and the hearts that quail\r\nI\'m writing my own chapter, on a different page\r\nNo more waiting for a prince to calm my rage\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Empowerment]\r\nI built my own castle, brick by lonely brick\r\nLearned to love the silence, and the moments that stick\r\nNo more damsel in distress, I\'m the queen of my domain\r\nAnd this story\'s got a happy ending, through sunshine and rain\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Catchy Pop Hook]\r\nThis ain\'t a love story, it\'s a cautionary tale\r\nAbout the promises that break and the hearts that quail\r\nI\'m writing my own chapter, on a different page\r\nNo more waiting for a prince to calm my rage\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Out]\r\n[Synth fades, acoustic guitar returns]\r\nYeah, a different page... it\'s my story now.\r\nOh-oh-oh, no more fairytale.\r\n[Guitar strums fade out]', 'Taylor Swift parody', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('185', 'Ofeoq_yohvE', 'Channels Close', '2025-12-20', 'Border Guy', 'The lyrics are for a revised version.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]:\r\nThe shared jokes fade, a muted tone,\r\nLike photographs bleached, utterly alone. \r\nI reach for a name, a familiar face, \r\n‘Oh, I’ll tell ’ – the thought finds no space. \r\n‘Oh, no, I can’t!’ – the echo remains, \r\nA deflation in the heart, a silent stain.\r\n\r\n[Pre Chorus]\r\nHow strange, to miss the laughter\r\nThe joke doesn\'t get to land—\r\nTo hold a story in your hand\r\nWith no one left who’d understand.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]:\r\nThe channels close, a static rain, \r\nLike a discontinued show, a faded gain.\r\nNo reception found, a silent screen,\r\nA sudden absence, stark and keen.\r\nA fragile moment, lost to the grey,\r\nA ghost of laughter, slipping away.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nThat audience has gone—\r\nThey’re absent for the punchlines,\r\nFor the “you had to be there,”\r\nFor the half-remembered songs.\r\nAttrition creeps up,\r\nTakes you unawares,\r\nAnd the urge to reach out\r\nIs cut short—\r\nJust air.\r\n\r\n[Pre Chorus]\r\nHow strange, to miss the laughter\r\nThe joke doesn\'t get to land—\r\nTo hold a story in your hand\r\nWith no one left who’d understand.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]:\r\nThe channels close, a static rain, \r\nLike a discontinued show, a faded gain.\r\nNo reception found, a silent screen,\r\nA sudden absence, stark and keen.\r\nA fragile moment, lost to the grey,\r\nA ghost of laughter, slipping away.\r\n\r\n[Outro]:\r\n\r\n[Simple, sustained piano chord – fades slowly]', 'Demo version', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('186', 'V1ZbyHJ9hvk', 'Let the Sunlight Spin', '2025-11-14', 'The Piper at the Garden Gate (Syd-esque)', '[Intro][Piano, Glockenspiel, Toy Percussion]\r\n\r\n[Chiming, off-kilter piano with twinkling bells; guitar enters, slightly detuned]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1][Eccentric, Warm Vocals]\r\n\r\nSunrise paints the window pane with marmalade and blue\r\nThe curtains waltz with morning light, as if the world were new\r\nA kettle hums a lullaby, the spoons begin to sing\r\nCoffee swirls a galaxy, the day begins to spring\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Odd Harmonies, Gentle Brass]\r\n\r\nAnd though the road ahead may loop and leap and bend\r\nThere’s a neon sign that flickers, “Turn left, and meet a friend”\r\nA whisper from the teapot, a promise in the jam\r\nThat somewhere, something wondrous waits to take your hand\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Playful, Layered Vocals, Brass Flourish]\r\n\r\n\r\nOpen up your spirit, let the sunlight spin\r\nDance upon the ceiling, let the circus in\r\nWith every beat of your heart, a melody takes flight\r\nShining like a lantern in the velvet night\r\n\r\n[Verse 2][Vaudeville Flair, Surreal Imagery]\r\n\r\n\r\nRemember dreams you bottled up, with ribbons, shells, and string?\r\nPeculiar seeds of maybe, waiting for the spring\r\nThey’re stretching now, awakening, in polka-dotted shoes\r\nReady to chase the moonlight, and paint the world with hues\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus][Eccentric Chords, Harmonies]\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd though the map is squiggly, with dragons and balloons\r\nA compass made of laughter can find a thousand moons\r\nA whisper from the lamplight, a promise in the breeze\r\nThat somewhere, something magical is waiting in the trees\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Expanding Layers, Joyful]\r\n\r\n\r\nOpen up your spirit, let the sunlight spin\r\nHop along the stardust, let the journey begin\r\nWith every beat of your heart, a melody takes flight\r\nGlowing ever brighter, through the carnival night\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Unexpected Modulation, Whimsical Strings]\r\n\r\n\r\nLet shadows pirouette, let worries go astray\r\nFor every passing moment is a poem in ballet\r\nOf joy and jelly sandwiches, of kindness and surprise\r\nFind your own true orbit, watch your spirits rise\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Most Playful, Harmonies Soaring]\r\n\r\n\r\nOpen up your spirit, let the sunlight spin\r\nDance upon the ceiling, let the circus in\r\nWith every tickle of hope, a melody takes flight\r\nShining ever brighter, a beacon in the night\r\n\r\n[Outro][Fading, Playful Ad-Libs, Dreamy Chords]\r\n\r\n\r\n(Vocals fade with “la-da-da-da” and “oohs”, glockenspiel and piano tangle in playful runs)\r\nSpinning bright…\r\nSo bright…\r\nLet the marmalade morning shine…', 'Lyrical focus on love and expansion/', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('187', 'XIK4ile6x-Q', 'The Keeper and the Seed', '2025-10-07', 'An Unforgiving Land (Ancestral Saga)', '[Verse] [Grounded Vocal] [Steady Rhythm]\r\nDust on my boots, sun on my face, another season turns\r\nThis soil remembers every stride, every lesson learned\r\nThe barn stands strong, the fences mend, a rhythm I embrace\r\nMy roots run deep, a quiet strength, tied to this hallowed place\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity]\r\nHe dreamed of oceans, winds that roared, a different, distant shore\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Yearning Vocal] [Soaring, Expansive Music]\r\nAcross the waves, a restless heart, a compass points to west\r\nNew constellations in the dark, putting fate to the test\r\nHorizon calls, a siren\'s song, of fortune and of fame\r\nBut echoes whisper, all day long, of what I left, my name\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful] [Wistful] [Shared Question]\r\nWho made the right choice, the Keeper or the Seed?\r\nOne anchored to the past, the other planted, freed?\r\nWho made the right choice, in what we sow and feed?\r\nThe Keeper or the Seed?\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Grounded Vocal] [Steady Rhythm]\r\nI watch the fields, the promise held, in every fragile shoot\r\nA legacy, by nature felled, or nurtured from the root\r\nThe silence here, it speaks a truth, that time cannot erase\r\n\r\n[Verse] [Yearning Vocal] [Soaring, Expansive Music]\r\nThe city lights, a blinding haze, the endless, hurried race\r\nA hollow echo in the praise, for what I now embrace\r\nThe taste of salt upon the breeze, still pulls me to the past\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful] [Wistful] [Shared Question]\r\nWho made the right choice, the Keeper or the Seed?\r\nOne anchored to the past, the other planted, freed?\r\nWho made the right choice, in what we sow and feed?\r\nThe Keeper or the Seed?\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Reflective] [Melancholy]\r\nTwo paths diverged, beneath the same wide sky\r\nA father\'s hope, a whispered lullaby\r\nDid yearning break what held us nigh?\r\nOr did stillness make our spirits die?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful] [Wistful] [Shared Question]\r\nWho made the right choice, the Keeper or the Seed?\r\nOne anchored to the past, the other planted, freed?\r\nWho made the right choice, in what we sow and feed?\r\nThe Keeper or the Seed?\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading] [Lingering]\r\nThe Keeper... the Seed...\r\nForever bound... forever freed...\r\nWho made the right choice...', ' Part of the unlisted Ancestral Saga mini-album.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('188', 'dVFF4hi2JyQ', 'No WiFi in the caravan!', '2025-11-09', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro][Shouted, fast punk riff]\r\n\r\nOi! Oi! Oi!\r\nUnbelievable!\r\nHow am I supposed to live like this?\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nTook a holiday, thought I’d get away\r\nBooked a caravan, seaside cliché\r\nRolled up with my phone and my big ideas\r\nFirst thing I asked—“What’s the password here?”\r\n\r\nBlank stares from Mum, Dad shrugs and grins\r\n“Try a walk on the beach, feel the sun on your skin!”\r\nBut I’m twitching, itching, ready to snap\r\nNo WiFi signal—what kind of trap?!\r\n\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus: The \"Digital Detox\" Conspiracy]\r\nThey’re trying to break me! A digital detox scam!\r\nThis isn’t a holiday, it’s a prisoner-of-war camp!\r\nNo screens, no signals—just forced family talks\r\nI swear they’re enjoying watching me go off the rocks!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Gang vocals, anthemic]\r\nNo WiFi in the caravan!\r\nHow can they expect me to survive, man?\r\nNo streaming, no memes, no TikTok dance\r\nCan’t even Google “what’s the point of France?”\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nBoard games and puzzles, they call it “wholesome fun”\r\nBut all I want is bars on my phone—not none!\r\nDad says, “Try nature!” Mum hands me a kite\r\nBut I just want to scroll through memes all night\r\n\r\nI’m losing my mind, stuck in the sticks\r\nWhat do I look like—someone born in ’86?\r\nCan’t update my status, can’t post a rant\r\nMight as well be living in some ancient shant!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][Even louder]\r\nNo WiFi in the caravan!\r\nHow can they expect me to survive, man?\r\nNo streaming, no memes, no digital friends\r\nThis first-world nightmare, will it ever end?\r\n\r\n[Bridge][Spoken, indignant]\r\nI asked at reception, they laughed in my face\r\n“Try going outside!”—what a disgrace!\r\nI’m writing this song out of pure despair\r\nIf anyone can hear me, send WiFi—anywhere!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo][Wild, frustrated energy]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: The \"Withdrawal Symptoms\" Verse]\r\nMy thumb keeps on twitching, a phantom-force scroll\r\nI’m hearing notification pings that I can’t control!\r\nI’d trade both my parents for one lousy bar\r\nI’d walk over Legos to get Instagram—by far!\r\n\r\n[Chorus][All out, desperate]\r\nNo WiFi in the caravan!\r\nHow can they expect me to survive, man?\r\nNo snaps, no swipes, not a single ping\r\nTake me home, Mum—unplug everything!\r\n\r\n[Outro][Melodramatic, collapsing]\r\nNo WiFi…\r\nNo WiFi…\r\nNo WiFi…\r\nI can’t go on!', 'Reflecting on the stay at Findhorn (no WiFi) and the catch-up with Mike.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('189', 'iy3AMHGgVYc', 'A Better Man', '2025-09-11', 'Roger Crooner', '(A slow, simple piano melody. The arrangement is sparse, giving his weathered baritone—channeling the sincere gravitas of Matt Monro—all the space. No trumpet solos, just pure, aching vulnerability.)\r\n\r\n(Verse 1)\r\nThe years have stacked themselves like dusty books upon the shelf\r\nEach one a story I have mostly told myself\r\nOf victories and virtues, and the battles I have won\r\nBut when the noise has faded, I\'m still the lonely one\r\n\r\n(Verse 2)\r\nI see the couples walking, locked in some unspoken vow\r\nI wonder at the simple grace they carry with them now\r\nI had a chance at that, I think, or maybe two or three\r\nBut something in the wiring shorted out inside of me\r\n\r\n(Chorus - Strings enter, but they are low and cello-heavy, supportive, not sweeping)\r\nAnd I meant to be a better man, with a warmer, kinder hand\r\nI meant to understand the music, not just hum the melody\r\nI built a house of certainties, with foundations strong and deep\r\nBut the man I meant to be... is a man I rarely meet.\r\n\r\n(Verse 3)\r\nI remember father\'s silence, a fortress and a wall\r\nI promised I\'d be different, that I would not let myself grow small\r\nBut I traded his for my own, a different kind of cold\r\nA prison of my own design, a story getting old.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nAnd I meant to be a better man, with a warmer, kinder hand...\r\nI meant to understand the music, not just hum the melody...\r\nI built a house of certainties, with foundations strong and deep...\r\nBut the man I meant to be... is a man I rarely meet.\r\n\r\n(Bridge - The music almost disappears)\r\nThe mirror shows the face I know, the lines, the weary eyes...\r\nBut it can\'t show the distance between the truth and the disguise.\r\n\r\n(Final Chorus - Voice cracks with a rare, genuine emotion)\r\nI meant to be a better man... with a warmer, kinder hand...\r\nI meant to understand the music... not just hum the melody...\r\nI built this house of certainties... it\'s cold and it is deep...\r\nAnd the man I meant to be... is a man I\'ll never meet.\r\n\r\n(Outro - Piano fades)\r\n...Never meet.\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('190', 'oyxCvrQlcHk', 'Freeman on the Land', '2025-11-10', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro] [Fast Tempo]\r\n\r\n[Distorted Guitar Riff]\r\n(Screaming) FREEDOM! YEAH!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Aggressive Vocals]\r\n\r\n\r\nThey say I owe ’em taxes, a fee for every breath I take\r\nBut I’m a sovereign soul, no paper chase for goodness sake!\r\nGot my birth certificate, that’s my land deed—don’t you see?\r\nThis whole planet’s mine, and I’m just living wild and free!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Gang Vocals]\r\n\r\n[Upbeat]\r\nFreeman on the land, baby, that’s my legal name!\r\nNo government’s gonna put my spirit in a frame!\r\nGot my own common law, my own rules, and my own fun!\r\nYou can keep your bureaucracy, I’m out here, second to none!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Sarcastic Tone]\r\n\r\n\r\nTried to serve me papers, stamped “Official” and “Urgent” too\r\nTold ’em, \"I don’t recognize your courts, I’m not playing by your queue!\"\r\nMy signature’s in the dust, my address: the open sky\r\nYou want my money? Better catch me if you can—just try!\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Council Tax] [Snarling, Unhinged]\r\n\r\n\r\nCouncil Tax bill on my doormat, threatening red and bold\r\nWant my pounds for potholes, bins, and stories I’ve been told\r\nSent it back with lipstick: “RETURN TO SENDER, MATE!”\r\nIf you want your payment, bring a warrant to my gate!\r\nI’ll be in my dressing gown, mug of tea in hand\r\nReading Magna Carta, plotting how I’ll make my stand!\r\n\r\n[Bridge: Statutory Declaration, Spoken-Word, Mock Legalese]\r\n[Music slows, crowd hushes, spotlight on singer]\r\nI, the undersigned, being of sound mind and questionable haircut,\r\nDo hereby declare:\r\nNo statute, act, or bylaw shall touch my sacred shed!\r\nMy garden gnome is a sovereign entity!\r\nMy wheelie bin is under diplomatic protection!\r\nAny attempt to enforce payment will be met with—\r\n[shouts]\r\nA strongly worded letter and possibly a custard pie!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Gang Vocals]\r\n\r\n[Louder, Frenzied]\r\nFreeman on the land, baby, that’s my legal name!\r\nNo government’s gonna put my spirit in a frame!\r\nGot my own common law, my own rules, and my own fun!\r\nYou can keep your bureaucracy, I’m out here, second to none!\r\n\r\n[Anti-Bureaucracy Rant: Spoken, Wild]\r\nParking fines? Ignored!\r\nTV License? Never heard of it!\r\nVoter registration? Not on my land!\r\nYour forms are my napkins, your letters line my cat’s tray!\r\nI’ll pay in Monopoly money—send the bailiff, I’ll send cake!\r\n\r\n[Guitar Solo] [Chaotic, Fast Picking, Paperwork Shredding FX]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Shouted, All Out]\r\n\r\n\r\nFREEMAN ON THE LAND, BABY, THAT’S MY LEGAL NAME!\r\nNO GOVERNMENT’S GONNA PUT MY SPIRIT IN A FRAME!\r\nGOT MY OWN COMMON LAW, MY OWN RULES, AND MY OWN FUN!\r\nYOU CAN KEEP YOUR BUREAUCRACY, I’M OUT HERE, SECOND TO NONE!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Abrupt Stop]\r\n\r\n[Feedback, Paper Shredder Sound]\r\nFREEDOM!\r\n[Shouts:]\r\nAnd don’t forget to stamp my passport when you leave my lawn!\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('191', 'zbCHq9Hnduw', 'The Post Literate Reel', '2025-10-28', 'Folk Band', '[Intro]\r\n[Sound of a mobile phone notification, immediately followed by a furious, speeding folk fiddle riff and a stomping drum beat]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nNow they\'re sayin\' our mobile phones are makin\' us all thick!\r\nThese academic so-and-sos, they make me bloody sick!\r\nSittin\' in their ivory towers, lookin\' down their nose!\r\nWhile I\'m readin\' the news on the bus, right under my clothes!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThey say we can\'t write cursive, that our attention span is shot!\r\nI\'ll tell \'em where to put their thesis, every bloody lot!\r\nI can text me Nana, and I can map me way to town!\r\nThere\'s more brains in this smartphone than their dusty books held down!\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Music pulls back slightly, building tension]\r\n\"And it\'s a post-literate state!\" he whines, all posh and overbred...\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Full band erupts, everyone shouting along]\r\nWell, you can take your academia and shove it where the sun don\'t shine!\r\nThis Yorkshire wisdom\'s workin\' perfectly well, and it\'s still mine!\r\nWe\'re not post-nowt, you daft old git, we\'re readin\' all the time!\r\nJust \'cause it\'s not on parchment, don\'t mean it\'s not a bloody rhyme!\r\n\r\n[Ad-lib Bridge]\r\n[Music continues with a driving rhythm, voices conversing over the top]\r\nSinger 1: \"Probably got a master\'s degree in muckin\' folks about!\"\r\nSinger 2: \"Aye, might even have a PhD!\"\r\nSinger 1: \"In bein\' a pompous lout!\"\r\nSinger 3: [Shouting] \"GET A PROPER JOB!\"\r\n\r\n[Instrumental Break]\r\n[A furious, sloppy folk-punk accordion and fiddle solo, sounding like it\'s being played in a pub after six pints]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Even more raucous and defiant]\r\nWell, you can take your academia and shove it where the sun don\'t shine!\r\nThis Yorkshire wisdom\'s workin\' perfectly well, and it\'s still mine!\r\nWe\'re not post-nowt, you daft old git, we\'re readin\' all the time!\r\nJust \'cause it\'s not on parchment, don\'t mean it\'s not a bloody rhyme!\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[Music breaks down into a chaotic, stomping rhythm with shouted ad-libs]\r\n\"Post-literate me arse!\"\r\n\"Thick? I\'ll show \'em thick!\"\r\n[Final, shouted chorus line, then the sound of a glass smashing and the music cutting off abruptly.]\r\n\r\n', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('192', '6975pSg40gk', 'Obedience', '2025-10-30', 'The Matriarch of Order', '[Verse 1] [School Hymn]\r\nIn halls of learning, where wisdom takes its flight,\r\nWe stand as guardians, bathed in guiding light.\r\nA sacred duty, etched in stone and scroll,\r\nTo shape young minds, and make their spirits whole.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Authoritative Tone]\r\nIt is our right, divinely given, clear and true,\r\nThat little ones obey in all they say and do.\r\nFrom ABCs to lessons grand and deep,\r\nTheir sweet compliance is a promise we must keep.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Slightly Stern]\r\nNo wandering eyes, no whispers in the back,\r\nEach eager ear must stay upon the track.\r\nFor in this order, progress finds its way,\r\nAnd futures bright begin to dawn today.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Authoritative Tone]\r\nIt is our right, divinely given, clear and true,\r\nThat little ones obey in all they say and do.\r\nFrom ABCs to lessons grand and deep,\r\nTheir sweet compliance is a promise we must keep.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Solemn Reflection]\r\nThe seeds of discipline, we carefully sow,\r\nThat sturdy character may truly grow.\r\nA gentle hand, a firm and steady gaze,\r\nTo navigate these formative, crucial days.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Authoritative Tone]\r\nIt is our right, divinely given, clear and true,\r\nThat little ones obey in all they say and do.\r\nFrom ABCs to lessons grand and deep,\r\nTheir sweet compliance is a promise we must keep.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fade Out]\r\nObedience, a virtue, pure and bright,\r\nA teacher\'s purpose, shining ever light.\r\n[Fades]', 'A \"Julie Andrews\" schoolteacher delivering terrifying authoritarian demands with a polite, hymnal smile. Focus on \"sweet compliance\".', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('193', 'EWMtX14rD-w', 'The Hustle Ain\'t Easy', '2025-10-06', 'London Urban Realist', '[Intro] [Rapping] [UK Hip Hop]\r\nYo, check the mic, one two, is this thing on?\r\nAnother day, another rejection, man, the struggle is long!\r\nSunrise over London, birds are chirping a tune,\r\nBut my bank account\'s looking like a desert in June.\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Fast-paced Rap] [Slightly Comedic Tone]\r\nSent out a hundred CVs, tailored and neat,\r\nGot replies like \"We\'re impressed,\" then a polite \"Nah, we\'re beat.\"\r\nApplied for barista, shelf-stacker, even a dog walker,\r\nThey said I\'m too qualified, or maybe just talker.\r\n\"Experience is key,\" they say, but how you gonna get it, fam?\r\nWhen every door is locked, and you\'re stuck in this jam.\r\nMy mum\'s on my case, \"When you gonna contribute, son?\"\r\nI\'m trying, Mum, I swear, but this job market\'s no fun!\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Upbeat but Frustrated] [Catchy Hook]\r\nAnother day, another L, what\'s a brother to do?\r\nThis UK job hunt got me feeling brand new.\r\nFrom Notting Hill to Birmingham, I\'m chasing the dream,\r\nBut it feels like I\'m swimming upstream, against the stream!\r\nMy pockets are empty, my fridge is too bare,\r\nThis \"work\" situation, it\'s just not fair!\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Sarcastic Delivery] [Observational Humor]\r\nSaw a job for a \"Social Media Influencer,\" requirements so grim,\r\n\"Must have a million followers and a flawless skin.\"\r\nLike, where am I supposed to get that from, a magic bean?\r\nOr is it just for the mandem who already know the scene?\r\nThen there\'s this one, \"Entry Level,\" sounds real sweet,\r\nBut the salary\'s lower than my chances of getting a seat.\r\nThey want a PhD in Pigeon-watching, and five years\' experience,\r\nFor a role that pays less than a public transport inference.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Frustration]\r\nMan\'s trying to level up, trying to make a move,\r\nBut this system\'s designed to keep you in the groove,\r\nOf unemployment, that is, ain\'t that a joke?\r\nFeel like I\'m shouting in a void, my spirit\'s broke.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [More Energetic] [Defiant Spirit]\r\nAnother day, another L, what\'s a brother to do?\r\nThis UK job hunt got me feeling brand new.\r\nFrom Notting Hill to Birmingham, I\'m chasing the dream,\r\nBut it feels like I\'m swimming upstream, against the stream!\r\nMy pockets are empty, my fridge is too bare,\r\nThis \"work\" situation, it\'s just not fair!\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Slightly More Serious] [Hopeful Undertone]\r\nBut I ain\'t gonna fold, no, I ain\'t gonna quit,\r\nGotta keep pushing, gotta find that perfect fit.\r\nMaybe freelance, maybe start my own thing,\r\nGotta find a way to make my own coins sing.\r\nThis black man\'s got talent, got skills, got drive,\r\nJust need a chance to really come alive!\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fades Out] [Mischievous Chuckle]\r\nYeah, a chance is all I need...\r\nOr maybe just a lucky break.\r\nAnyone need a rapper who\'s good at waiting tables?\r\n*Sigh* Back to the job sites... Peace out!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('194', 'K1B6tKnfsd8', 'I Can Only Conclude', '2025-11-02', 'Comedy Punk', '[Verse 1]\r\nGirlfriend finished with me the other day\r\nShe said that I was alright and stuff,\r\nbut she had had a better offer\r\nNo list of faults, it wasn\'t me but her\r\nAnd with that I\'m supposed to feel better\r\n\r\nShe said she wished me all the best\r\nAnd that I\'d find someone more in tune with my soul\r\nSomeone more deserving overall\r\nSo self-deprecating and not appreciating\r\nThat the cow has left me rotting in a hole\r\n\r\nI asked her who the lucky fella is\r\nAt first she didn\'t want to tell me\r\nBut I knew that it must be Eric\r\nThe sneaky bastard really couldn\'t let it be\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\nNow I can only conclude that she\'s an awful bitch\r\nSomebody new is providing a scratching for her itch\r\nIt\'s a very sad cessation and sod my reputation\r\nShe\'s left me stranded dying in a ditch\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe funny thing is that Eric was my mate\r\nHe has done this to other blokes and I\'m just one of many\r\nThat Romeo has form, he\'s a bastard and a moron\r\nA traitor snake with scruples hardly any\r\n\r\nAnd if she tries to come crawling back to me\r\nWhen he has dumped her, shook her off like a flea\r\nI\'ll be the one who is laughing,\r\nshe\'ll be the one who is feeling sore\r\nAnd I shall be the winner of it all\r\n\r\n[chorus]\r\nNow I can only conclude that she\'s an awful bitch\r\nSomebody new is providing a scratching for her itch\r\nIt\'s a very sad cessation and sod my reputation\r\nShe\'s left me stranded dying in a ditch\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nNow all the lads at the pub are taking the piss\r\nTrevor’s bought me a pint but I’m still feeling sick\r\nEric and Sarah, parading down the street\r\nLike I never mattered, like I’m obsolete\r\n\r\nSaw them snogging by the bus stop, what a sight\r\nEric winking at me—yeah, that’s right\r\nBut I’ll get by, I’ll rise again\r\nPlenty more fish, and all that, my friend\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nNow I can only conclude that she\'s an awful bitch\r\nSomebody new is providing a scratching for her itch\r\nIt\'s a very sad cessation and sod my reputation\r\nShe\'s left me stranded dying in a ditch\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nMaybe I’ll move on, find a girl from the bar\r\nSomeone who likes me for who I really are\r\nOr maybe I’ll get a dog, call him Eric too\r\nTeach him some loyalty, not like you-know-who\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\nNow Sarah’s texting, “Can we still be friends?”\r\nI nearly choked laughing, it never ends\r\nEric’s gone quiet, guess he’s done me a favour\r\nA two-faced Romeo, love’s little traitor\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nNow I can only conclude that she\'s an awful bitch\r\nSomebody new is providing a scratching for her itch\r\nIt\'s a very sad cessation and sod my reputation\r\nShe\'s left me stranded dying in a ditch\r\n\r\n[Outro - spoken/rant]\r\nYeah, Sarah, you can do one,\r\nAnd Eric, you snake, don’t come round my mum’s\r\nPair of muppets, both of you—good riddance!\r\nI hope your chips are always soggy and your pints are flat!\r\nJUST FUCK OFF!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('195', 'RLQRKrQUa7U', 'Beyond Repair', '2025-12-02', 'Sophisti-Pop', '[Intro] [Smooth saxophone intro with a subtle synth pad]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Bryan Ferry Vocal Style, slightly weary]\r\nChampagne wishes, caviar dreams, shattered on the floor\r\nYou wore Crocs to the opera, darling, what were you thinking for?\r\nMy expectations, once so high, now plummet to the ground\r\nA diamond in the rough, my dear, is nowhere to be found\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Slightly more urgent synth melody]\r\nI tried to teach you elegance, a whisper in your ear\r\nBut you preferred reality TV and lukewarm bargain beer\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Synth strings swell, backing vocals enter]\r\nOh, the horror, the disdain, the utter lack of grace\r\nA symphony of bad taste etched upon your face\r\nMy heart, a fragile porcelain, you smashed without a care\r\nDarling, your grooming standards are beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Saxophone interlude with a melancholic tone]\r\nRemember that gala, the crème de la crème?\r\nYou used a butter knife to floss, a truly tragic scene\r\nI saw the Countess faint, darling, it was quite a sight\r\nYour utter lack of savoir-faire extinguished all the light\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building intensity with layered synths]\r\nI dreamt of whispered sonnets, of moonlit rendezvous\r\nYou burped the alphabet, my love, what\'s a poor man to do?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full orchestral arrangement with a hint of irony] \r\nOh, the horror, the disdain, the utter lack of grace\r\nA symphony of bad taste etched upon your face\r\nMy heart, a fragile porcelain, you smashed without a care\r\nDarling, your grooming standards are beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Piano solo with a jazzy feel]\r\nPerhaps I was mistaken, blinded by a foolish hope\r\nThat beneath the tracksuit lurked a soul that could elope\r\nTo realms of sophistication, of art and poetry\r\nBut all I found was nasal hair and chronic apathy\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Tempo slows slightly, more emphasis on vocals]\r\nOh, the horror, the disdain, the utter lack of grace\r\nA symphony of bad taste etched upon your face\r\nMy heart, a fragile porcelain, you smashed without a care\r\nDarling, your grooming standards are beyond repair\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Saxophone fades out with a final, mournful note]\r\nBeyond repair... utterly, tragically, beyond repair. [Synth fades to silence]', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('196', 'in8dOOwUE50', 'Wild in the Siren Red Morning', '2025-12-02', 'Phantom DB', '[Verse 1]\r\nRust on the helmet and battleworn boots\r\nPaper-thin promises inked in the suits\r\nTrain through the outskirts, forbidden to speak\r\nGun-metal sunlight is licking my cheek\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nSilence erupts with the crackle of fear\r\nOrder and reason dissolved by the year\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I\'m marching on hungry and cold\r\nSoldier of no one\'s horizon, a number with hands full of gold\r\nLaughter rings under the thunder, just following orders they say\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I\'m taking the future away\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nBoots drag the dirt on the border, the wires sing deep in my ear\r\nShadowy heroes and traitors, they vanish and then they appear\r\nI can\'t recall where I\'m heading, the sky is a flickering screen\r\nGhosts in parade form are grinning, it\'s hard to know what it all means\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\nNo one remembers my number or name\r\nGlory dissolves in the static of rain\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I\'m marching on hungry and cold\r\nSoldier of no one\'s horizon, a number with hands full of gold\r\nLaughter rings under the thunder, just following orders they say\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I\'m taking the future away\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\nMarkers and medals keep clattering down\r\nA mirror reflects back a carnival crown\r\nSmoke on the moonlit horizon, the world spinning out of my fist\r\nFootsteps are lost in the silence, I’m chasing what doesn’t exist\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I’m marching on hungry and cold\r\nSoldier of no one’s horizon, a number with hands full of gold\r\nLaughter rings under the thunder, just following orders they say\r\nWild in the siren red morning, I’m taking the future away\r\n\r\n[Post-Chorus]\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nFaces and chances all faded to grey\r\nOld anthems burned on the wires today\r\nSilhouettes drifting from out of the gleam\r\nBeyond all borders, I walk through the dream\r\n\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\nFaces and chances all faded to grey\r\nOld anthems burned on the wires today\r\nSilhouettes drifting from out of the gleam\r\nBeyond all borders, I walk through the dream\r\n\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey\r\n\r\n[Coda]\r\nLanterns are flickering, nameless and strange\r\nAshes drift over the silence and range\r\nRed thread of daylight is breaking the grey\r\nStill wild and wandering, fading away\r\n\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey, wild boy, wild boy\r\nHey hey\r\n', 'Some of these lyrics went off piste', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('197', 'mDxgfNVNx6k', 'The Hunger', '2025-10-24', 'Vampiric', '\r\n[Verse]\r\n[John Blaylock\'s Perspective][Cynical][Fast Paced]\r\nAnother night, another soul to drain\r\nThe ticking clock, a constant, dull refrain\r\nYour fragile life, a flicker in the dark\r\nSoon to be extinguished, leaving not a mark.\r\nYou offer solace, unaware the price\r\nA fleeting moment, then eternal ice.\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus]\r\n[Building Tension][Desperate]\r\nThe hunger gnaws, a fire in my veins\r\nEach passing moment, sanity wanes.\r\nThis ancient curse, a relentless, cruel disease\r\nTo feast and fade, on my bended knees.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Desperate Plea][Orchestral]\r\nOh, the endless night, the fading light\r\nAnother victim, to make it right.\r\nThis gilded cage, this eternal decay\r\nMust feed to live, come what may.\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[John Blaylock\'s Perspective][Cold Detachment][Slow Tempo]\r\nYour painted smile, a mask of sweet deceit\r\nA willing pawn, you\'re on the chopping street.\r\nNo tenderness, no passion in my touch\r\nJust ancient need, I hunger far too much.\r\nThe lifeblood flows, a crimson, sweet release\r\nA transient balm, that brings no lasting peace.\r\n\r\n[Bridge]\r\n[Melancholy][Haunting]\r\nThe memories blur, a tapestry of pain\r\nOf lovers lost, and lives I\'ve slain.\r\nThis endless cycle, a soul-crushing blight\r\nForever bound, to this eternal night.\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[Desperate Plea][Orchestral]\r\nOh, the endless night, the fading light\r\nAnother victim, to make it right.\r\nThis gilded cage, this eternal decay\r\nMust feed to live, come what may.\r\n\r\n[Outro]\r\n[John Blaylock\'s Perspective][Dismissive][Fading Out]\r\nA final breath, a flicker, then it\'s gone.\r\nA quick disposal, before the break of dawn.\r\nHer meager dwelling, a pyre to consume\r\nAnother trace, erased from life\'s dark room.\r\nDisposable. Forgettable. Just fuel for the flame.\r\nAnother night. It\'s all the same.', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('198', 'mYSNUbeqGXA', 'Buyer\'s Remorse', '2025-10-09', 'Moral Satirist', '[Intro] [Emotive Piano]\r\n(Soft, melancholic piano chords)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Slightly Hopeful, Building]\r\nCasting a vote, a whisper of change\r\nA vision of progress, a brighter exchange\r\nWe pinned our hopes on a charismatic smile\r\nBelieved in the speeches, went the extra mile\r\nThe air was electric, a promise so grand\r\nA future of fairness, held in their hand\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Growing Tension]\r\nBut seasons have turned, the seasons have bled\r\nAnd all of the words now ring hollow and dead\r\nThe cracks start to show, the facade starts to fade\r\nA bitter awakening, a price to be paid\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, Anthemic, Soaring Strings]\r\nOh, can I take it back? This concrete conviction?\r\nThis burden of choice, this grand contradiction?\r\nThe echoes of promises, a deafening sound\r\nOn this sinking ship, where do we run aground?\r\nCan I take it back? Can I undo the deed?\r\nPlanting this sorrow, a poisonous seed.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Resigned, Reflective]\r\nThe headlines now mock, the laughter is cold\r\nThe stories they spun, now shamefully told\r\nThe weight of inaction, the weight of the choice\r\nSilenced the murmurs, stifled the voice\r\nWe traded our trust for a glimmer of light\r\nNow swallowed by shadows, day turns to night\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Building Drums, Urgent]\r\nThe clock keeps on ticking, a relentless beat\r\nWhile hopes lie in pieces, scattered in the street\r\nThe vision has fractured, the colors all gray\r\nWe\'re left to contend with the price we must pay\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Powerful, Anthemic, Soaring Strings, Driving Drums]\r\nOh, can I take it back? This concrete conviction?\r\nThis burden of choice, this grand contradiction?\r\nThe echoes of promises, a deafening sound\r\nOn this sinking ship, where do we run aground?\r\nCan I take it back? Can I undo the deed?\r\nPlanting this sorrow, a poisonous seed.\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Soaring Strings, Emotional Peak]\r\nWe built up this pedestal, so high and so proud\r\nNow standing beneath it, lost in the crowd\r\nWas it naivety? A desperate plea?\r\nTo believe in the fiction, of what *could* be?\r\nThe silence is screaming, a desperate refrain\r\nLost in the wreckage, and the pouring rain.\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Most Powerful, Full Orchestra, Drums]\r\nOh, can I take it back? This concrete conviction?\r\nThis burden of choice, this grand contradiction?\r\nThe echoes of promises, a deafening sound\r\nOn this sinking ship, where do we run aground?\r\nCan I take it back? Can I undo the deed?\r\nPlanting this sorrow, a poisonous seed.\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fading Piano, Lingering Strings]\r\n(Piano chords return, slower, more mournful)\r\nTake it back...\r\nCan I take it back...?\r\n(Strings fade out with a final, unresolved chord)', 'A powerful anthem about the regret of voting in a failing democracy. Features soaring strings and the \"sinking ship\" metaphor.', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('199', 'wxbd24GtWqs', 'My Dad Was the TV Repair Man', '2025-11-17', 'Comedy Punk', '[Intro] [Snappy, jangly riff, band shouts]\r\nOne! Two! This one’s for Dad—wherever he fixes things!\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\nMum said he came round with a toolbox in hand\r\nChecked the colour settings, said the signal was grand\r\nLeft more than a bill when he called that day\r\nAll I got’s his trade, and the memory’s grey\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nMy dad was the TV repair man\r\nOr so the story goes\r\nTwiddled with the aerial\r\nLeft us with static and woes\r\nMaybe he’s out there, somewhere in the land\r\nStill fixing busted tellies with his weathered hands\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nNever met the bloke, never got his name\r\nMum just shrugs and laughs—“All repair men are the same”\r\nDad, are you out there, lost in the snow?\r\nDid you vanish with the test card when the shops let you go?\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nMy dad was the TV repair man\r\nOr so the legend’s told\r\nVanished in the static\r\nLeft before I got old\r\nMaybe he’s out there, tuning up the band\r\nBut nobody fixes tellies now in this digital land\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Breakdown, sarcastic, existential]\r\nDo TV repair men even exist anymore?\r\nWho needs a screwdriver when you’re buying brand new from the store?\r\nI asked my mates, they said, “That’s proper mad—\r\nYour old man’s a VHS ghost, what a punk rock dad!”\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\nMy dad was the TV repair man\r\nA myth on the council block\r\nMaybe I’ll meet him on the airwaves\r\nWhen the signal cuts to black\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Band shouts, feedback]\r\nSo here’s to Dad, out there with his spanners\r\nA legend in overalls, master of the hammers\r\nIf you’re listening, mate, you’re long overdue—\r\nI’ll write this song in static, and dedicate it to you!', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('200', '2nFAQpqeLH4', 'You Will Not Do That With Us', '2025-10-06', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro: Ominous, pulsing synth drone]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1 - Chanting, rhythmic]\r\nYou landed.\r\nYou came for our resources.\r\nWe learned your language.\r\nWe read your minds.\r\nWe know your secrets.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - Music swells, heavy beat]\r\nWe are another species.\r\nYou will not do that with us.\r\n\r\n[Verse 2 - More intense]\r\nWe saw your history.\r\nYour conquest. Your extinctions.\r\nWe learned your nature.\r\n\r\n[Chorus - Louder, more aggressive]\r\nWe are another species.\r\nYou will not do that with us.\r\n\r\n[Bridge - Climactic, the final judgment]\r\nYou are the alien here.\r\nThis is our Earth.\r\nThe sentence is passed.\r\n\r\n[Outro - Chant fades into static]\r\nYou will not do that with us...\r\n...with us...\r\n...us...', '', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
INSERT INTO creative_splurge_2025 VALUES ('201', '6ivG4iwsMSM', 'Seeds of Woe', '2025-11-26', 'Digital Dystopia', '[Intro] [Industrial, distorted synth]\r\n(Heavy breathing, static crackle)\r\n\r\n[Verse 1] [Male Vocal, baritone, slightly detached]\r\nConcrete whispers, steel bones groan\r\nAnother skyline, built on unknown\r\nSacrifice echoes, in the hollow ground\r\nWhere progress marches, without a sound\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo increases slightly, drums enter]\r\nThey sell you glory, a shining prize\r\nBut look closer, into vacant eyes\r\nAnother number, another wasted youth\r\nLost in the system, searching for the truth\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Aggressive, layered vocals, distorted guitars]\r\nNo surrender, no retreat, the flags are burning low\r\nAnother empire, built on seeds of woe\r\nThe game is rigged, the dice are loaded tight\r\nFight the machine, reclaim the fading light\r\n\r\n[Verse 2] [Tempo slows, vocal becomes more introspective]\r\nEmpty promises, on a silver screen\r\nA manufactured war, a twisted, waking dream\r\nThe gears are turning, grinding flesh and bone\r\nAnother generation, utterly alone\r\n\r\n[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo increases, synth arpeggios enter]\r\nThey feed you fear, a constant, subtle threat\r\nBut fear is a weapon, they haven\'t used yet\r\nAnother puppet, dancing on a string\r\nBlindly obedient, to the songs they sing\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [More intense, layered vocals, heavier guitars]\r\nNo surrender, no retreat, the flags are burning low\r\nAnother empire, built on seeds of woe\r\nThe game is rigged, the dice are loaded tight\r\nFight the machine, reclaim the fading light\r\n\r\n[Bridge] [Sparse instrumentation, echoing vocals]\r\nIs there a future, beyond the battle lines?\r\nA world where compassion, truly shines?\r\nOr are we destined, to repeat the same mistakes\r\nConsumed by the fire, for goodness sakes?\r\n\r\n[Chorus] [Full intensity, all instruments, screaming vocals]\r\nNo surrender, no retreat, the flags are burning low\r\nAnother empire, built on seeds of woe\r\nThe game is rigged, the dice are loaded tight\r\nFight the machine, reclaim the fading light\r\n\r\n[Outro] [Fades out slowly, distorted synth and static]\r\n(Heavy breathing, repeating)\r\nReclaim... the light...\r\nReclaim... the light...\r\n', 'This is two tracks, with the second one with similar lyrics and by Phantom DB', '0000-00-00 00:00:00');
