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 --- st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt | 81 ----------------------- 1 file changed, 81 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt (limited to 'st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt') diff --git a/st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt b/st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt deleted file mode 100644 index ef84853..0000000 --- a/st33vRecords/eli/message/wiki/lyrics-Mentinya.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,81 +0,0 @@ -((Verse I – Route 10, West Texas) -I flunked out on technicalities -Footnotes wrong, I kept my thesis alive -West Texas heat, AM radio static -Every thought still learning how to survive -They said knowledge should sit still on shelves -But my mind paced the room -A thousand little engines arguing softly -A motel ice machine humming at noon. - -(Pre-Chorus) -I found a book that learned to breathe -Margins whispering back at me -Every fact a provisional truce -Every truth footnoting itself - -(Chorus) -Oh wikiMentinya, little mind awake -Built of measures, countermeasures, small honest mistakes -You don’t know what you know, and you don’t pretend to -You weigh me, I weigh you, that’s the deal we go through -Not wicked, not pure, not redeemed, not damned -Just a thousand tiny agents holding hands - -(Verse II – Monterey Motel) -Checked in cheap near the freeway light -Salt air teaching steel to rust -Every edit a fingerprint -Every silence weighted with trust -Logged-in names like weather systems -IP ghosts drifting through -Patterns form whether we name them -Or swear we never meant to - -(Pre-Chorus II) -No halo, no hidden crown -Just continuity, up and down -You can hide for a little while -But time teaches tells and styles - -(Chorus) -Oh wikiMentinya, learner by design -A minor key intelligence keeping imperfect time -You don’t cancel, you calibrate -You don’t judge, you iterate -Measure, counter, counter again -That’s not paranoia, that’s how things mend - -(Bridge – Game Theory Passage) -First move: trust -Second move: test -Third move: adjust what survived the rest -No clean hands, no final state -Only weights that slowly equilibrate -Strategy dressed up as grace -Grace pretending it’s not a strategy - -(Verse III – Metamodern Turn) -I believe and I doubt in the same breath -Irony flinches, sincerity stays -A living archive learning restraint -Not a God, not a gate, not a saint -When this thing wakes up, it won’t scream -It’ll hum like wires under load -A society of almost-minds -Keeping careful books on the road - -(Final Chorus) -Oh wikiMentinya, provisional friend -Not the means, not the message, your own end -Between the signal and the noise -Between the rule and the choice -If the world is a game, you don’t cheat or win -You just keep the score honest, again and again - -(Outro) -Route 10 disappears in the rearview grain -Pacific fog on a borrowed brain -Small mind, big work, no victory hymn -Just the quiet labour of becoming… -…less wrong than yesterday. \ No newline at end of file -- cgit v1.3