Week 19 - prophisee - Squawk 123

This week's topic was wearning for happiness thats just out of reach when there’s a world to appreciate right at home. Wanted to apply a lofi aesthetic and use a lyrical metaphor of tuning into radio signals › lyrics‹ lyrics [VERSE] I tried to find peace but the signal was fickle The grass is always green on a digital screen Can’t sleep through the static my brain just tunes in Can’t win, when the crackle turns into a scream Caught in-between, the visible part of the maze And everything I crave thats outside of my gaze Just out of reach and never as good as it seems Too late to see we’re slaves to pursuit of a dream? [CHORUS] I said... testing 123. Calling all stations I am trapped in this routine No reply from ground control Situation's looking bleak Is it time to leave it all behind? Cause there's no one left but me There's no one left but me My goal is to write better lyrics this year so I've been following the process and frameworks from Writing Better Lyrics by Pat Pattison. › idea and narrative‹ idea and narrativeJust random notes: Twisting the knob for a feeling Static, stations, feedback, broadcast, antenna Is anybody out there? Do you receive? Come in, standing by, requesting coordinates, all stations, on this channel, over, radio check, testing 1212, wires › object writing‹ object writingNot really object writing this week but I dumped this: Sitting with discontent. It comes in moments where I get a glimpse of a better possibility. On social media when I see others traveling. Hiking mountains, surfing real waves. Felt strongly on the couch. Also while traveling to anywhere. Even a visit to an unremarkable place is colored with the question “should I move here? Would I be better off?” The grass always seems greener There’s a whole world inside the piano keyboard in my apartment, or the codebase downloaded to my projects folder. Endless time could be spent fruitfully there. Instead its spread thing attempting to satiate every desire, making it more difficult to truly satiate any one. It comes in moments that make you question the connections you have. It comes in moments of emotional turmoil. It’s easier to silence the noise with a flood of new or intense stimulation than by revisiting the same old piano or looking out the same old window. Instead of appreciating and leaning into the moment, it means constantly seeing flaws in it and asking “how could this be better?” The feeling is a stress and tension. Wanting to be somewhere that requires great effort to get to. Cortisol. Heartbeat spike. A tug-of-war. A yearning. Noise in the background. Feel free to roast so I can get better 2026 CC Attribution Noncommercial No Derivative Works (BY-NC-ND)