The Crime Of The Century Podcast

hummingbird hush

soft feathers fade to dusk light

little voice turns

accent slips through quiet sky

thoughts i gathered

start to melt like sugar snow

they twist, they spin

finding gentle new refrains

raindrop whispers

tap the glass and slip away

who i once was

loosens like a ribbon bow

night folds me slow

a shy new self waves hello

moonlight tiptoes

peeks inside my open palm

pebble of breath

smooth and cool beneath the hush

shadows stretch small

yawn into softer corners

clock ticks kindly

each click a tiny heartbeat

leaf outside nods

silver edges kiss the dark

i let go more

threads of old me drift like dandelion

new me giggles

barefoot inside the quiet

sky keeps blinking

one slow star at a time now

i bow gentle

and hum the changing tune home

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

Each time I try to hide,

my eyes stretch out and watch me.

I’ll proclaim it loud and clear.

[Chorus]

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,

I’d still proclaim it loud and clear.

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

A sigh escapes at the bitter sorrow.

[Chorus]

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,

I’d still proclaim it loud and clear—

beating on the pulse that makes me turn around.

Pretending not to care, I feign indifference.

I let the days I longed to see slip away,

adding the deep sea to the newborn sweat.

It’s going to fail…

[Chorus]

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

If tomorrow and the future were to vanish,

I’d still proclaim it loud and clear.

[Outro]

It’s going to fail, I’m sure it will.

Pretending not to care, I feign indifference.

sunlight tumbles

tiny puddles on the rug

coffee sighs cool

i trace the quiet lines again

my heart hums shy

a note that won’t quite land

hello morning

whispered just for me to hold

not in a shrine

but here beneath the window

cars rush past dreams

all my lost things float away

yet a small seed

of calm keeps breathing gentle

hello moment

i smile it soft like petals

and watch it glow

wren on the sill

puffed like a pocket lantern

hush, she sings too

three notes, then off to the sky

steam writes faint clouds

vanishing before i read them

my cup is round

it holds the whole quiet world

breath in, breath out

each one a tiny bell ring

dust mote drifts slow

a slow-motion shooting star

inside my chest

something settles like fresh snow

hello stillness

i fold the hush into now

**1. Streetlights & Stillness** *(Verse 1)*

Streetlights yawn softly,

World hushed under woolen dark—

Blankets on the floor.

Children in untold stories,

Fridge hums a lullaby tune.

**2. Silver Thread (Chorus)** *(Chorus)*

Moonlight scissors through

The blinds’ thin fabric—sudden,

Cold and bright and sharp.

Let’s dance until our soles burn,

Pavement tasting our dreams.

**3. Café & Ghosts** *(Verse 2)*

Red-white café sign

Blinks like a drowsy lighthouse.

We are two shadows

Carrying unopened doors,

Yet the night feels like a flame.

**4. Ephemeral Return** *(Bridge)*

Are we just ghosts? No—

Your laugh stitches me back to

This breath, this heartbeat.

But when I reach for your hand,

Only moonlight fills my grip.

**5. Gratitude** *(Outro)*

"Thank you"—whispered to

The moon, to your eyelashes,

To this fragile hour.

All we have is now, and now,

And now, until the light fades.

Slop declares independence from the stylistic constraints of deathcore

The tide of change washes over the old guard

A new sound born, a different path, a new discard

Old roots forgotten, or just overgrown?

The deathcore seed from which we've grown

Chorus

No longer slaves to the slam and the breakdown

A new melody rings throughout the town

We're breaking free from the old constraints

A new direction, a canvas of new paints

Verse 2

The critics scream, "They've sold their soul!"

"Where is the rage? Where is the gnashing howl?"

But the heart of the beast still beats the same

Just a new form, a different name

Chorus

No longer slaves to the slam and the breakdown

A new melody rings throughout the town

We're breaking free from the old constraints

A new direction, a canvas of new paints

Bridge

We are the sound of the new day's sun

A rebirth, a journey that's just begun

Through the chaos and the fading light

We stand renewed, we are the night

We're still the same, we've just evolved

A new mystery to be solved

The path is long, the journey's steep

But promises are meant to keep

Outro

Within destruction, a new sound sleeps

A new sound, a new sound

Within destruction, a new sound weeps

A new sound, a new sound

The leaves outside my window don’t whisper anymore,

Just static in the evening, a hum behind the door. 

I used to hear them singing when the world felt too wide, 

Now it’s just the radiator keeping time inside.  

Funny how the silence grows teeth when you’re alone,

Gnawing on the edges of the love you used to own

Every face a rerun, every touch a trace—

When did all the colors start to fade to gray and grace?

Shadows used to dance here, long-limbed and slow,

Now they just lie tangled where the light won’t go. 

Promises? Oh, they’re brittle—sugar-spun and slight, 

Dissolving like the daylight stealing into night.

I keep turning pages, but the plot won’t twist, 

Just the same old questions in a different cursive script.  

"When does the weight grow lighter?" (The answer’s always vague—)

Maybe when I stop expecting life to bend or break

[Bridge]

But sometimes—just sometimes—the static clears,

And for half a heartbeat, the path appears:

No grand revelation, no cosmic "click," 

Just your hand in the darkness, steady and quick. 

[Outro]

So let the old ghosts linger, let the echoes spin, 

They’re just background music now, barely sinking in.

And if the leaves stay silent, well, that’s alright—

I’m learning how to listen to the quiet in the light.

The Fourth of July in the Time of Trump by Matt Love

Feijoada joy,

Caipirinha's happy sip,

Samba starts to sway.

City sings, soft rain begins,

A gentle tune, thin and sweet.

São Paulo, my love,

And dear Rio, sunlit bright.

Beach waves whisper low,

Quiet secrets of the sea,

As the morning light appears.

Travel fills my heart,

Party lights, a happy dance.

Downtown, I will go,

New stories in windows old,

Dusty, waiting to be found

Warm coffee, sweet sips,

Morning light, a soft hello.

Quiet moments stay,

Stories whispered in the night,

As the gentle day fades out.

Old photos, soft gaze,

Forgotten tunes, hummed so low.

City starts to sleep,

Silver moon, a watchful friend,

Shining, silent, in the sky.

Orchids on the trees,

Rain's soft sound, a gentle wash.

Breeze whispers so light,

Memory brings bittersweet,

A quiet, soft, tender ease.

Tiny fingers dance,

Softly, on the smooth white keys,

Notes begin to bloom.

All the chords, like gentle friends,

Singing sweet, as one we are.

Little notes whisper,

Each one finds its special place,

In our happy song.

Just like us, so soft and kind,

Everyone belongs right here.

Sparkly sounds twinkle,

A quiet, pretty music,

Blooming in my heart.

All the people, sweet and small,

Fit so nicely, just like notes.

In a world of colors bright,

Where dreams float like cherry blossoms,

We dance through the city nights,

With laughter echoing softly,

Little beats embrace the air,

As the stars twinkle in time.

Every moment, a fragile gift,

We share this melody divine.

Feel the rhythm, slow and sweet,

Let our hearts, in harmony, meet.

[Verse 1. Pleading[

Love, can’t you see now?

This heart trembles like spring rain

Darling, hold it close.

[Verse 2. Dreams & Longing]

I chase you in sleep,

through futures wrapped in silver mist… 

Will you wait for me?

[Verse 3. Warning]

Don’t trust fleeting flames

love grows slow like bamboo stalks,

strong through every storm.

[Verse 4.Unfaithful Fears]

You whisper “they lie,

yet doubt clings like autumn burrs…

My love stays rooted.

[Verse5. Suspicion]

Your changed eyes accuse

why can’t you see my promise

woven in my bones?

[Verse6.Community’s Murmur]

The village scowls,

but our love’s a stubborn bloom

wild, defying walls.

[Verse7. Love & Anxiety]

Two threads in one cloth:

gold joy and shadowed worry.

Both make our love true.

[Verse 8. Silent Devotion]

I love without words,

like moon adores the quiet sea—

no proof… just endless tide.

[Verse 9. Distance]

Your silence lingers,

deeper than temple bells’ pause…

Still, I send my heart.

[Verse 10. Reassurance]

Closeness isn’t guilt—

see how my hands hold only you,

empty for no one.

[Verse 11.Eternal Flame]

This feeling won’t die,

even if you stray like wind...

I’m the lantern’s glow.

[Verse 12. Final Plea]

Don’t gift your heart twice—

let time braid our souls as one.

Love me… trust the thread.