Let's connect on Insta @jordanpaulmusic — thanks for listening! Planes overhead Light in my eyes The buildings stretch Like arms of steel and glass at night The sun wakes the dead The drones all take flight Those left behind are expected To steal and fight A sea of empty heads Bobbing to their siren’s pulpit song I feel the tremble on your skin From this nowhere train you’re thrown Shades of the day Swirls of delight Dew kiss my face Walking through this gossamer life A sea of empty heads Bobbing to their siren’s pulpit song I feel the tremble on your skin From this nowhere train you’re thrown I need to tell you something That’s been on my mind There is a place where you can go Where there is no such thing as time And everyone that you know Is just a figment of your mind It’s all an illusion No rules for inclusion credits more

Nothing like Saturday Morning Vibes - sit back and listen to this smooth joint featuring some vibey guitar and soulful hornsmore

Trippy Lo-fi my entry for the Cymatics Chaos King of Beats Challenge Art by Howie Greenmore