The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[verse 1]

Life gave me fire

A compass pointing to my dreams

But buzzing comes too

Static of the proper footsteps

I am scared to walk different path

[Verse 2]

Background hum tells me,

What shape my days should always take.

Right way frequency

Drowns the whispers of my own heart.

I listen but cannot hear me.

[Chorus]

Constant hum speaks loud

Would you let me grow under trees?

Alone to find way,

Free from chains you wrap around thoughts.

I sit here listening to brain rattle.

[Verse 3]

You mean well I know

With your calibrated tone voice.

Drone expectations,

I made them mine without asking.

But signal gets weak near willow branch.

[Verse 4]

Trying to tune in

To what my heart wants to tell me

Your noise gets smaller

When I sit beneath the swaying leaves

My own frequency starts to sing soft.

[Chorus]

Constant hum speaks loud

Would you let me grow under trees?

Alone to find way,

Free from chains you wrap around thoughts.

I sit here listening to brain rattle.

[Bridge]

Cannot mute you

Forever like broken radio

Learning to find Volume knob hidden inside my mind

Want quiet place in

open air bright.

Feel cold hard light

Know that I can bear the weight alone

Without staring eyes,

Just want to be here and know it is

Enough to care about my own small self.

[Outro]

I have been lost

In constant hum for so long now

Sitting here in neutral

But silence is a song I am learning

How to sing with my quiet voice

[Verse 1]

I packed my things

and locked the door so gently

a job waits here

but the life I knew has ended

I follow this strange feeling

[Chorus]

First day out here

I am just a little free

driving alone

through this big city that's cold

every mile takes warmth away

[Verse 2]

Friends back at home

they did not understand me,

no, they could not see

why I had to leave that place

excitement hides inside me

[Bridge]

My love back home

could not hold on from so far

my future seemed

too bright for his small, gentle star

bridges fell away by themselves

[Chorus]

First day out here

I am just a little free

driving alone

through this big city that's cold

every mile takes warmth away

[oturo]

I packed my things

and locked the door behind me

never look back

but I am not so sure now

my new life waits ahead

[Verse 1]

In neon glow

steel guitars play much too loud

I watch the crowd

this bar feels like a strange game

I cannot join their laughter

[Chorus]

Neon lights shine

on cheap beer and tired stories

each sip takes time

slowly passing through the night

my heart tries hard to open

[Verse 2]

Behind wire fence

the band plays songs out of tune

fake moon above

he tips his glass and smiles soft

love songs about leaving

[Bridge]

Through all this noise

I almost feel their passion

lonely worlds blend

love that doesn't feel quite real

whispers hang in smoky air

(Chorus) Neon lights shine

on cheap beer and tired stories

each sip takes time

slowly passing through the night

my heart tries hard to open

[Verse 3]

In lonely glow

melodies play much too loud

I watch and wait

quiet girl lost in the crowd

standing on the outside

[Verse 1]

Summer nights were

warm with whispered secrets shared

under streetlights

we built small fires of laughter

finding joy in simple things

[Pre-Chorus]

Leaves are falling

the air has grown cold lately

our story feels

like something I never knew

each sunset carries your name

[Chorus]

Summer love ruled

my heart then

seasons must change

worlds drift apart naturally

cold breeze carries your soft song

[Verse 2]

July heat made

every word feel like hope blooming

autumn shows me

everything belongs to me

your touch was just a promise

[Bridge]

I sit by the

window with my journal

hearing leaves fall

tracing lines I wrote before

holding you though you have gone

[Chorus]

Summer love ruled

my heart then

seasons must change

worlds drift apart naturally

cold breeze carries your soft song

[Outro]

In autumn air

the story finds its ending

echoes of you

have no other place to rest

they live quietly with me

(Verse 1)

They're flexing their cars and their big bank accounts

While I'm here counting pennies, every single amount

They got the yachts, the jets, and the private flights

I'm just tryna make it through another one of these nights

Ain't gonna buy some soup for us, that would be unscrupulous

But they ain't even rhyming, they just makin' their loot

(Verse 2)

They're all over the charts, they got the platinum plaques

I'm over here with nothing, just paying my tax

They're selling out stadiums, the whole world knows their name

But I'm still in the struggle, fighting for my own fame

No wait, dammit, that's a rhyme, can't break the habits

All around, I see the jugglers and clowns and mimes, break it down, double time

(Verse 3)

They got the flash, the bling, they got the shine

And I'm still over here with a pocket full of dimes

They're sipping champagne, I'm drinking the tap water,

Man, I swear it's getting harder and harder

They're taunting me with flow, that ain't even a flow

They're rubbing it in my face, like 'You'll never get to go.'

(Verse 4)

They're riding in limos, I'm on the bus,

trying to find a seat, no luck.

They're vacationing in the Bahamas,

I'm at the beach, watching the seagulls.

They're dining at Michelin stars,

I'm at the food court, where the pizza bars are.

(Verse 5)

They're flaunting their wealth, I'm flaunting my flow,

trying to make you think, no joke.

They're living the dream, I'm chasing the dream,

hoping it catches me, but it won't it seems.

They're on top of the world, I'm on the ground,

trying to find my way, but I'm downward bound.

(Verse 6)

They're rolling in cash, I'm rolling with the punches,

trying to make a mark, no avocado toast brunches.

They're living large, I'm living small,

trying to make a name, but hitting the wall.

They're on the front page, I'm in the back,

where the funny pages are.

(Verse 7)

They're living the high life, I'm living the low life,

trying to make a difference, in the hate and the strife.

They're on a roll, I'm on the dole,

trying to make a statement, but it's taking a toll.

They're on a yacht as I speak, my row boat.s sprung a leak,

trying to make a point, on a bad luck streak.

### Part I: The Seed (The Memory)

Back porch, wheelchair,

brother’s laughter in the air,

ground brown, brittle,

song they came to share.

### Part II: The First Unfolding (The Truth)

Truth hung in the air,

a quiet, heavy thing,

field parched, lonely,

learning how to heal, slowly.

### Part III: The Second Unfolding (The Transformation)

They watered the field,

each drop a tear of hope,

for a parched, lonely field,

at the end of its rope.

### Part IV: The Convergence (The Renewal)

Fixed the goal post,

the one we used to know,

stood on crutches,

watching the grass grow.

### Part V: The Coda (The Realization)

Girl who ran is a ghost,

a memory, a past,

watching the field come to life,

felt my heart grow vast.

The sea took something,

gave something new,

a home grows with you,

simple, lovely, true.

### Part I: The Seed (The Rain)

Rain whispers soft,

a song i used to know,

quiet makes my heart,

feel soft and slow.

### Part II: The First Unfolding (The Moment)

In this place,

time moves different,

days blend, fade away,

i’m just a guest.

### Part III: The Second Unfolding (The Reflection)

I think of the girl,

who ran, a ghost,

her feet hit pavement,

silent, steady glow.

### Part IV: The Convergence (The Realization)

Coffee steam rises,

framing the street,

i watch the world wake,

a familiar show.

### Part V: The Coda (The Hope)

I want to go home,

hopeful, happy sound,

sunlight streams in,

new and gentle ground.

I am not broken,

just learning to love,

the same old person,

in a different place.

The world outside waits,

with nothing more to say,

for the first time,

i can’t wait to play.

### Part I: The Seed (The Storm)

Sky cracks open,  

city weeps with me,  

wipers beat time,  

rain against the glass.  

### Part II: The First Unfolding (The Struggle)

Parked outside,  

swore I’d never be here,  

streetlight flickers,  

knows my history.  

### Part III: The Second Unfolding (The Tear)

Pressed words too hard,  

page began to tear,  

pen gave up,  

couldn’t take the air.  

### Part IV: The Convergence (The Realization)

Paper curled,  

wilted on the dash,  

every drop of rain,  

smearing “yours” into “mine.”  

### Part V: The Coda (The Reflection)

Half a lyric,  

half a heart that won’t repair,  

pen gave up,  

before I could say I still care.  

Ink in the rain,  

running down the page,  

every line I write,  

just washes away.  

Crying in the car,  

headlights bleeding through,  

every song I start,  

keeps ending with you.

Overture: George and Joan Typika's Roman Holiday by Matt Love

### Part I: The Seed (The Descent)

Brightly seeing down,  

a quiet, simple thing,  

dedicated to down,  

a song i have to sing.  

### Part II: The First Unfolding (The Journey)

Brightly seeing down,  

a quiet, simple thing:  

the other side of the lake,  

a country i’ve never known.  

descending easily,  

a feeling all my own,  

down, down, down,  

always will be shining.  

### Part III: The Second Unfolding (The Reflection)

Descending easily,  

a feeling all my own:  

i wish my voice had been  

a little warmer, less furled.  

thinking of a small candle,  

a quiet, simple light,  

a warm, timely corner,  

in the middle of the night.  

### Part IV: The Convergence (The Realization)

Thinking of a small candle,  

a quiet, simple light:  

happy musical down,  

a cherished, fading color.  

and a river holding on,  

a feeling, a sad, familiar holler,  

down, down, down,  

dancing to a lonely, tired page.  

### Part V: The Coda (The Embrace)

One should not be clear,  

just letting go, you see,  

leaving through down,  

embracing everything that’s me.  

it is the sun,  

a glowing, quiet star,  

and i’m just here,  

creating about my home, from so very, very far.