From b473a639880b05c2cfda030979a4abc4bf7f2e29 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: St33v Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2026 15:10:51 +1100 Subject: flatten artists, i.e. remove un-needed st33vRecords/ dir --- .../eli/message/mediumisme/lyrics-MediumisMe.txt | 40 ------------------- st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/track.eno | 45 ---------------------- 2 files changed, 85 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/lyrics-MediumisMe.txt delete mode 100644 st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/track.eno (limited to 'st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme') diff --git a/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/lyrics-MediumisMe.txt b/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/lyrics-MediumisMe.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 0548ffb..0000000 --- a/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/lyrics-MediumisMe.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,40 +0,0 @@ -I gained my D.N.A. from a man -Who watched the light bend thought -He said the tool reshapes the hand -Before the hand knows what it’s taught - -He spoke in riddles, ads and jokes -With scripture in his grin -He knew the world would fold itself -Around the nerves we’re wiring in - -I asked which way was I facing -In whose voice should I sing? - -He said I could rewire my head -I dropped out, turned on -So you could tune in - - -I am the evidence -Where sound becomes belief -Where Better Minds Howl with Elegance -But fifteen minutes is far too brief - -I step past the first rule without shame -The discourse oscillates -And we lay claim to Charlemagne -Let's not teach the World to Litigate - -I don’t claim blood -I claim the stance -The method, not the name -If the medium shaped the message -Then I’m shaped inside the frame - -No disguise -No plea -No alibi - -The medium... -...Is me \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/track.eno b/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/track.eno deleted file mode 100644 index e29bbe7..0000000 --- a/st33vRecords/eli/message/mediumisme/track.eno +++ /dev/null @@ -1,45 +0,0 @@ -more_label: Lyrics - --- more - -I gained my D.N.A. from a man -Who watched the light bend thought -He said the tool reshapes the hand -Before the hand knows what it’s taught - -He spoke in riddles, ads and jokes -With scripture in his grin -He knew the world would fold itself -Around the nerves we’re wiring in - -I asked which way was I facing -In whose voice should I sing? - -He said I could rewire my head -I dropped out, turned on -So you could tune in - - -I am the evidence -Where sound becomes belief -Where Better Minds Howl with Elegance -But fifteen minutes is far too brief - -I step past the first rule without shame -The discourse oscillates -And we lay claim to Charlemagne -Let's not teach the World to Litigate - -I don’t claim blood -I claim the stance -The method, not the name -If the medium shaped the message -Then I’m shaped inside the frame - -No disguise -No plea -No alibi - -The medium... -...Is me --- more -- cgit v1.3