The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[Verse 1]

The sky is drizzly, a wash of muted grey,

where a lone bilby ducks beneath the brush.

I’m feeling dizzy, watching the Byrd fly away,

while Libby and Lizzy speak in a hushed,

drily whispered rush.

[Verse 2]

Ibby and Izzy sit idly by the bird,

Bil counts the bibles, drums by the lib wall.

A bib for the baby, a bid for the word,

Mind the biz, feel the bri, watch the debble fall—

A dirge for a dry soul.

[Chorus]

Liz, lib, lid,

rib, rid, Yid.

bi, by, dB,

dr, dy, id,

il, lb, rd,

yd, yr, I.

[Verse 3]

In twilight's embrace, where shadows softly dance,

The whispers of the past weave a tender romance.

A sip of warm jasmine, a breeze through the trees,

Floating along with the hum of the bees.

[Verse 4]

With clouds like silk, weaving tales in the air,

Where memories linger, wrapped in a whispering prayer.

Through the eyes of the night, let your spirit roam free,

As the heart beats gently, like waves on the sea.

[Chorus]

Liz, lib, lid,

rib, rid, Yid.

bi, by, dB,

dr, dy, id,

il, lb, rd,

yd, yr, I.

[Outro]

Velvet nights whisper, where dreams intertwine,

A dance of soft echoes, where stars brightly shine.

With shadows as companions, we drift through the light,

Searching for solace in the heart of the night.

The Class Of 74 by Matt Love

[Verse 1]

Hatred’s tongue doth speak in envy and in woe,

’Tis not alone this selfsame bitter draught;

Six and thirty years since the Great Seal’s ebb and flow,

For thus a man’s own honor by his ill is caught.

[Chorus]

I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee,

Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore;

Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry,

The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore.

[Verse 2]

They who behold the vast and brine-deep sea,

Possess their lives in durance, world without end;

Dico augue no mea,

At discere sensibus quo.

[Chorus]

I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee,

Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore;

Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry,

The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore.

[Verse 3]

The Chart doth speak of prophets high,

Who come to set the captive free;

From Temple walls where tyrants lie,

And forge their laws of treachery.

[Bridge]

Deliverance from this mortal state,

Where pelf and silver reign as king;

Six and thirty seals the Fate,

That opes the gate to everything.

[Chorus]

I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee,

Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore;

Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry,

The Alchemist’s Rose doth bloom forevermore.

Trente et six ans après la perte du grand maître,

pour venger les six messages des fidèles,

par la rose de la croix secrète,

se réunir au temple de la lumière,

sous le blanc manteau de la ruse,

et conquérir la carte du monde.

Haine dient enviz et grief,

N'est mie soul ce meïsme,

car tel dist s'onnor et son mal.

J'oi l'estrif qui deust partir.

Cil qui perçoivent la mer,

il ont chascun leur vie perdurable.

Par conseil d'onnor j'ai dit mon sens.

Grant avoir j'ai eu

et par decorum dient ce qu'ils sevent.

Moleste n'est mie de besoing.

L'on s'esvertue en cest monde,

par haine du peuple,

car nul n'est negligié.

Au peuple s'acort la volenté.

Entre les gens est grant delit,

car l'en suit ce qui est droit.

Premierement gloire s'ensuit.

Chascun sent son jeu et sa joie.

Et par delection

philosophie

est esprouvée.

Journey To The West by Matt Love

[Intro]

Check the tempo, feel the air

Christmas magic everywhere.

Let's go!

One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]

Winter is moving with a bright, steady hum

The stores are all crowded as the shoppers all come

I’m weaving through aisles with my cart piled high

Checking the list as the hours fly by

Radios are playing all my favorite tunes

I’m humming along all afternoon

I’m thinking of the office party tonight

Laughing with colleagues in the festive bright light

The decorations are up, the spirit is loud

I’ll be happy and light, right there in the crowd.

[Pre-Chorus]

The carollers are singing by the streetlamp light

Weaving a tapestry of sound in the night

Their voices are full, and the harmony grows

As we listen together in a blanket of snow.

[Chorus]

This is our Christmas, and it’s moving fast

A feeling of wonder that’s destined to last

The pulse of the city is a joyful heartbeat

From the winter sky to the bustling street.

Yeah, the days are short but the spirit’s long

We’re singing along to our favorite song!

[Verse 2]

In the living room, the decorations are bright

Red, gold, and green in the warm evening light

We’re watching the specials, the ones we know best

Like the one with Charlie Brown and all the rest

The gang is all dancing, we’re feeling alright

I've never had such fun as we're having tonight.

I’m holding my eggnog, it’s creamy and thick

Spiked with the rum, yeah, that 's the trick

A sprinkle of nutmeg, so fragrant and sweet

A cozy, warm glow from my head to my feet.

[Bridge]

It stays cold outside while the winter winds blow

But inside the party, the festive lights show

Laughter is ringing, and I’m right in the swing

Finding the magic that the holidays bring

I’m sharing the stories, I’m joining the fun

The best part of Christmas has only begun!

[Post-Chorus]

The kitchen in a flurry, a mid-winter dream

From the crisp, cold air to the rising steam

Rising from the mugs, rising from the cup

Everything is looking, everything is looking UP!

[Outro]

The Christmas star is shining bright!

Glad to be with you tonight.

Now and forever, we’ve got the glow.

That’s how we do it.

Merry Christmas!

Golden leaves whisper

Falling slow in the soft rain

Dusty road holds us

Walking slow in the late sun

Same old tune looping

Round and round like an echo

Lost in summer sound

Rain runs down the glass

Like the tears upon my face

I am watching them grow cold

Lonely seagull cries

High and thin in the grey sky

He is lonely too

But then I think of your hand

Mist rises from the grass

Shadows long and sudden gold

Light breaks through the grey

The world is shining for us

Softly drifts the twilight breeze

Carrying whispers through the trees

Footsteps echo on this path we've made

Memories linger, never to fade

In a world where shadows play

And the sun finds its way, again

We'll weave through the heart of today

Tracing signs of what has been

Gentle strings in the evening air

Flute notes dance, a haunting prayer

Lost in thoughts of laughter, where did it go?

Underneath the boughs, let the feelings flow

Faded dreams in twilight hues

Shadows dance in soft silhouettes

Carrying whispers of what we knew

Moments hidden, wrapped in regrets

Let the echoes of our laughter stay

In a world where memories sway, again

We’ll find solace in the heart of today

Chasing traces of what once had been

As the night falls, the stars appear

Soft notes drift, like the passing years

Underneath the moon, we’ll share our tales

In the silence, where our laughter prevails

I will wait for you always

[Chorus]

Snow is falling very

quiet on the asphalt. My feet

are having a heavy

discussion with the ground.

The same song is repeating.

I ask the clock, please.

The days I cannot keep are

stuck inside its glass belly.

It will not give them back.

It only knows how to digest.

[Post-Chorus]

La la la…

Soft like a falling leaf.

La la la…

Where do the lost dreams weave?

Do they have a basket?

A small, invisible basket?

[Verse 2]

I have old postcards.

Towns where I did not stay.

Your name is written in

yesterday's ink. It is practicing

how to become grey.

I think I hear you laugh

when the sun goes away.

A shadow is learning

how to stand very still.

The memory forgot how to play.

[Pre-Chorus]

Colors are going to

grey and white. I do not know

why you had to go.

I read pages in the dark,

chasing the echo in snow.

[Chorus]

Snow is falling very

quiet on the asphalt. My feet

are having a heavy

discussion with the ground.

The same song is repeating.

I ask the clock, *please*.

The days I cannot keep are

stuck inside its glass belly.

It will not give them back.

It only knows how to digest.

[Post-Chorus]

La la la…

Just a little out of reach.

La la la…

Every memory is a

red berry in the snow.

A small, perfect, cold fact.

[Outro]

Lost dreams weave…

maybe into scarves.

For someone else’s neck.

Green Gamelan is an instrumental meditation for gamelan ensemble and classical guitar. Interlocking metallophone patterns shimmer beneath the warmth of nylon strings, blending Southeast Asian rhythmic cycles with intimate Western harmonic color. The piece unfolds slowly and atmospherically, balancing ritual pulse with melodic restraint—an ocean of bronze and wood, echoing in green light.

So close your eyes, as the world fades away

In this lo-fi dream, forever we'll stay

When the city sleeps, and the stars align

I hope my melodies find you, like old vines that bind

Just lean into the rhythm, let it drift you away

In this gentle embrace, we’ll find our way

In the still of the night, the world starts to breathe

With each note that cascades, we find what we need

A melody drifts like the light through the trees

Whispering stories, carried on the breeze

[Chorus]

So close your eyes, let the softness surround

In this lo-fi dream, we’re forever unbound

As the dawn creeps in, painting skies with gold

We’ll chase the dreams that twilight never told

Hey, let me in

Hey, let me in