Pneuma’s Antarctic Music

The fictional and hilarious tale of someone having a bad night and being kicked off the continent for life. 100% adult content and theme. (No penguins were harmed in the creation of this song!) The inspiration came from a hilarious conversation with a co-worker on our way back from the airfield to the rock. So, partial credit goes to Sam!

Lyrics for Ban From Antarctica:

[Verse 1]
Five months of needles, forms, and scans
MRI hummin’ like a drunk old man
Dental x-rays, EKG line
Background checks diggin’ through all my past crimes
Seventy-five pounds of gear,
is all I could take
Left my favorite pair of boots and my favorite mix tapes
America to Auckland
Christchurch to the Ice
Overalls, underalls, big ole’ boots,
a big red jacket to keep me warm

[Pre-Chorus]
They said, “Son, you’re goin’ south be there in no time
Six months on ice, better walk a straight line”
I smiled real sweet, signed my name on the deal
Never knew one bad night would change how that feels

[Chorus]
Now I’m banned from Antarctica,
forever in disgrace
Got penguin shit on my dick
and seal slime on my waist
It started with the seal, but the penguin sealed the deal
Now I’m headed north with a story that’ll never let me heal
Yeah, I’m banned from Antarctica,
baby, that’s the truth I swear
One small blackout in the cold
and they kicked me out the frigid air

[Verse 2]
C-17 cargo, brown-bag lunch gone stale
Six hours south, breath freezin’ in a crystal veil
Step off the plane, negative forty degrees steals your soul
Delta truck no heater, that’s just how they roll
Got my room key, 28B
Everything’s numbered like a penitentiary
Got the bed sheets that smell like 1993
I thought I’d made it, man, I thought I was free

[Bridge]
Then somebody slipped somethin’ in my drink, I swear
Woke up in a drift with my pants somewhere
Somethin’ warm and barkin’, somethin’ else that waddled near
Next thing I know I’m cryin’ in medical with a doc fightin’ back tears

[Verse 3]
Doc closed the curtain, said “Drop ’em, let’s see
Where’d you go last night? Better start talkin’ to me”
I said “Gallagher’s, doc, last thing I recall
After that it’s black till I woke up in a crawl
Face-down in the snowdrift, frostbite on my balls”
He took one look, shook his head, started to bawl
“Well that ain’t herpes, boy, that ain’t gonorrhea
That’s emperor penguin shit son,
and he had diarrhea”

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m banned from Antarctica, forever in disgrace
Got penguin shit on my dick and seal slime on my waist
It started with a seal, but the penguin sealed the deal
Now I’m on the next plane north, and this exile is fuckin’ real
I’m banned from Antarctica, baby, send me back to the sun
Tell the boys at McMurdo the dumbest motherfucker’s done

[Outro]
All that money, all that time
Five months of hoops and all those forms to sign
I just wanted to see the ice, feel something extreme
Now the only thing extreme’s ending this dream
Banned from Antarctica… Yeah, the penguin sealed the deal.

This is about… no one in particular!! Could be a coworker but in the nature of the song, it’s not directed at anyone just a generalization in a direction that someone should hear, but won’t be named!! Again, humor used here to poke the bear! He’s grumpier than J and seems to have a god complex bigger than the universe!

Lyrics for Throwing Shade:

[Intro]
Yee-haw, mother-truckers, it’s your boy
Ice Lord in the sweatshirt and coveralls
Sittin’ high and mighty, lookin’ down on y’all like that
Let’s go!

[Verse 1]
I’m the only one on the ice that’s been circumcised twice
When asked “Why twice?” I said “I like it precise!”
I rock on the fiddle ’cause my penis is little
My ego so big it needs its own Skid Steer rental
You got a sloppy cut in that snow? Boy, that’s offensive
Don’t even thing about leaving that windrow.
Pointin’ a finger at you all and three pointin’ back, oops, sensei hypocrisy!

[Chorus]
Sitting in the corner throwin’ shade in my shades
Eye contact makes me weak, I’m emotionally spayed
Do as I say, not as I do, Throwing Shade
You’ve got to use Prudence, boy, or you’ll get played
I’m God’s greatest gift, the Antarctic lord and savior
Watch out for false edges, watch out for false prophets
There’s only one and I’m it, the rest of y’all just lost it
Throwin’ Shade, Throwing Shade, Good Copy!

[Verse 2]
Stop killin’ the flags like Hitler killed the Jews
That’s my line, don’t you dare reuse
I said it first on channel 5, everybody heard
Stealin’ my bars is a felony third
I’ll call you out for a half-inch crown in the cut
While my windrow look like a drunk camel’s hump
But nobody notice when the king make a flub
’Cause I’m too busy roastin’ rookies in the lunchroom, bruh

[Verse 3]
I looked up at heaven, told God “Sit back down”
He said “Boy, I hung the stars,”
I said “Cool story, in Antarctica I wear the crown.”
Naw I don’t got that complex,
God does—wishes He was more like me, facts!
I part the snowdrifts like Moses and the sea
Got penguins takin’ communion on one knee
Crown of icicles, throne made of Cat tracks
If salvation had a safety meeting, I’d still talk back

[Bridge ]
I’m the Michelangelo of motor graders
The Shakespeare of scrapers
The Beethoven of benchin’ snow layers
You peasants just move snow, I paint the earth, players

[Final Chorus]
Sitting in the corner throwin’ shade in my shades
Eye contact makes me weak, I’m emotionally spayed
Do as I say, not as I do, Throwing Shade
You’ve got to use Prudence, boy, or get slayed
I’m God’s greatest gift, Antarctica’s lord and savior
Watch out for false edges, watch out for false prophets
There’s only one and I’m it, the rest of y’all just lost it
Throwin’ Shade, Throwin’ Shade…

That’s a Good Copy.

A throwback to hearing “Big Big Plans” by Chris Lane for the first time. I apparently heard the lyrics wrong!! Winter days in the “woman lift” with Ruth! For you Ruth!!

Lyrics for Big Dick Plans:

[Verse 1]
Girl, I brought you out here on this private jet tonight
Champagne poppin’, mile-high club in sight
You’re lookin’ at me like you already know what’s good
Yeah, I spent a little extra, baby, ‘cause I’m hung real good

[Pre-Chorus]
I could take you to Paris, buy you diamonds that bling
But right now all I’m thinkin’ ‘bout is one little thing

[Chorus]
I got big dick plans, I got big dick plans
For a pretty little body like yours in my hands
Yeah, the only thing small ‘bout me is this ring in my pocket
Girl, tonight I’m tryna lock it
With these big dick plans, I got big dick plans
Gonna love you so hard you forget where we land
Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout forever, just talkin’ ‘bout right now
I got big dick plans for you, girl, right now

[Verse 2]

We could hit the beach, I’ll oil you up real slow
Or stay in this suite, let the headboard steal the show
Your ex couldn’t reach the spots I’m ‘bout to destroy
Nine inches of “yes ma’am,” call it pure decoy

[Pre-Chorus]
I could whisper sweet nothings, talk about the stars
But I’d rather just show you why they call it a third arm

[Chorus]
I got big dick plans, I got big dick plans
Gonna fold you like a lawn chair in my strong, rough hands
Yeah, the only thing small is the condom I’m not usin’
Girl, tonight we’re straight abusin’
These big dick plans, I got big dick plans
By the time I’m done you’ll be speakin’ in different accents
You’ll be walkin’ bow-legged, tellin’ all your friends
About my big dick plans, yeah, my big dick plans

[Bridge]
No fancy proposal, no gettin’ down on one knee
Just me standin’ tall, you droppin’ down on both, see
Say yes, say hell yes

[Final Chorus]
I got big dick plans, I got big dick plans
Gonna ruin you for mortals, you won’t ever go back again
When you’re limpin’ tomorrow and your roommates all ask
Just smile and say “He had big dick plans”
Yeah, he had big dick plans
Big (big!) dick (dick!) plans!

This comes from my frustration of the gay community. There is a large amount of judgment in a group of people that talk about acceptance and the need to stick “stick together during hard times”. This is the story of a gay guy that is looking for the perfect person, which doesn’t exist and he ends up alone. We must look at the inner person not the vessel they are in. But, don’t take my word for it!

Lyrics for Finding Perfection:

He wrote the law in invisible ink
on the inside of his eyelids:
six-three, one-ninety, carved from the marble of magazines,
veins like lightning frozen mid-flash,
dick that needs its own postcode.
Anything less was treason against his hunger.
He called it taste.
The rest of us called it exile.
One photo, one sixtieth of a second,
enough to sentence a soul.
A laugh line, a soft belly, a wrist too thin,
a skin tone two shades off the approved palette,
and the gavel fell:
Not worthy of my bed,
not worthy of my time,
not worthy of the mercy I never learned to give.
He drew red circles on the map:
no one past the river,
no one under thirty,
no one whose passport carried the wrong stamps,
no one whose blood remembered continents he’d banned.
He blocked the sweet ones, the funny ones, the almosts,
kept a secret gallery of torsos that nearly made the cut,
worshipped them in silence,
never let them breathe close enough to ruin the fantasy.
Years slid by like unread messages.
The hair thinned.
The standards grew teeth.
The boys he once declared defective
built houses, adopted dogs,
held hands in grocery aisles
under light he said was too fluorescent for love.
At forty he still refreshes the grid at 3 a.m.,
still raises the bar another impossible inch,
still waits for the creature he invented
to finally step out of the screen
and forgive him for the wreckage.
The notifications slow, then stop.
The filter stays gold,
but the mirror finally answers back
with the same cold verdict he wrote for everyone else:
Too old.
Too soft.
Too alone.
Delete.

This is about Pneuma and his Handler. After a long day at work Pneuma knows his duties and place and loves that position in the relationship. Another adult theme song. Very sexual in nature, so if you’re too young. NO PLAY!!

Lyrics for Good Pup:

Door swings, keys fall, the day is shed like old skin
Pneuma’s already on his knees, heart racing within
He reads the storm in those eyes, the weight of command
Four soft paws carry him swift to the feet of his man
Shoes slip away with a worshipful tug
Socks peeled like secrets, belt sighing free with a shrug
Leather whispers through loops, a promise, a sign
He waits for the single word that makes everything align
“Good boy… come.”
Nose pressed to warm denim, breathing deep at the seam
A single lungful and the world tilts, lost in the dream
Power and scent wrap around him like chains made of silk
He’s already gone, already owned, already filled
Fabric falls, heat meets the air, heavy, soft, and near
His mouth opens gentle, a prayer without fear
Slow reverence, steady rhythm, coaxing the fire awake
Every pulse on his tongue is a vow that he’ll never break
A snap of fingers, sharp as grace
“Fetch.”
He bounds, bottle clenched gently, returns to his place
Turns, offers himself, chest low, hips raised in plea
Tail high and trembling, begging silently
Cool slick circles, patient and slow
One finger, then two, teaching his body to know
He whimpers and presses back, needy, undone
A low velvet laugh says the teasing is done
Then the slow, steady claiming, inch by deliberate inch
Every breath a surrender, every heartbeat a clinch
He opens like morning, takes everything given
Finds heaven in yielding, in simply being driven
The rhythm awakens, gentle turns hungry and sure
Skin sings against skin, nothing left pure
Full, then aching, then full again, wave after wave
Two souls speaking languages only the owned and owner crave
A growl, a tightening hands, the final ascent
Hot rush of surrender, completely spent
Pneuma trembles, caged and dripping, denied yet complete
His pleasure is service, his release at those feet
He never needs more than this moment, this proof
Mouth full of worship, body made use of
Marked, claimed, and cherished, down to the core
Good pup.
Stay.
Forevermore.

Well, give it a listen and tell me what you think it’s about. This came from an observation I had down here. The 20 year past expiration hot chocolate is 100% true! Then there’s some fun in there to give it Pneuma’s humor! (millions of gut biome were harmed in the making of this song!)

Lyrics for McMurdo Madness:

[Verse 1]
Down in McMurdo, where the ice never thaws,
We punch in for science, but we’re breakin’ all laws.
The canned beans are from ‘Nam, the bread’s petrified stone,
But the whiskey’s still fresh, and we’re never alone.
Expired everything, from soup to the spam,
Except for the rubbers and bottles of jam—
Wait, no, jam’s gone bad, but the condoms hold true,
And the liquor’s eternal, it’ll see us all through.

[Chorus]
Oh, McMurdo madness, where the work’s just a ruse,
We’re drinkin’ and screwin’, got nothin’ to lose
More humpin’ and drinkin’, more shots than reports,
The real experiment’s survival of sorts.
With alcohol flowin’ and safe sex on tap,
We’re testin’ the limits of this frozen crap.
Forget the research, the penguins, the snow—
It’s old food and booze in the Antarctic glow!

[Verse 2]
The hot chocolate packets?
They’re twenty years past,
A science fair project that nobody asked.
Stir it up slowly, watch the clumps come alive
Is it cocoa or mold?
Man, how do we survive?
They say it’s for morale, this expired delight,
But we’re the lab rats sippin’ into the night.
One gulp and you’re buzzed, or maybe that’s fear—
Of food that’s been waitin’ since Reagan was here.

[Chorus]
Oh, McMurdo madness, where the work’s just a ruse,
We’re drinkin’ and fuckin’, got nothin’ to lose.
More humpin’ and drinkin’, more shots than reports,
The real experiment’s survival of sorts.
With alcohol flowin’ and safe sex on tap,
We’re testin’ the limits of this frozen crap.
Forget the research, the penguins, the snow—
It’s old food and booze in the Antarctic glow!

[Verse 3]
The spices arrived on a ship from the past,
East India Trading, they’re built to last.
Cinnamon older than grandma’s old tales,
To flavor the meat that’s been ridin’ the rails.
Turn rotten old rations into somethin’ half-edible,
A curry of chaos, incredibly credible
We’re chewin’ on history, spiced up just right,
While the world’s thinkin’ we’re studyin’ ice all night.

[Bridge]
They say we’re down here for climate and stars,
But the truth is we’re guinea pigs, dodgin’ the scars.
Survivin’ on scraps that time forgot,
With booze as our fuel and condoms our plot.
The science ain’t cores or auroras so grand—
It’s humans on expired goods, hand in hand.
A front for the frenzy of livin’ extreme,
In McMurdo’s dream, or nightmare, it seems.

[Outro]
Oh, McMurdo madness, yeah, the work’s just a front,
For drinkin’ and fuckin, that’s all that we want.
Expired experiments, but we’re still alive…
In the land of the ice, where the wild ones thrive

This was the first song I “prompted” and was happy with. This is a nod to the spectacular love I feel with my Handler and how he makes me feel, that he is “home” and I can’t wait to get back to him!

Lyrics for You Are My home:

[Intro]
Eighty-eight hundred miles,

Yet I still feel the tug on this leash, this collar
That tug on my heart

[Verse 1]
Two shy pups strangers through a screen
Ruffles DMs, bolder than he seemed
Yuna T DeLusty dancing for the room
Gave a little “ruff” gave my heart a boom.
That little bark just for Pneuma.But it all changed at Helena Pride,
late night courage you asked for a kiss,
I floated in the magic between our lips.
That boldness once again
Brought us closer
when I knelt
 and you claimed me
Richard my handler, Pneuma your pup

[Pre-Chorus]
You thought you weren’t Alpha,
You didn’t feel strong
I begged to differ
To prove you wrong
Dropped to my knees just to watch you deliver,
Those commands, yes sir.
But when the crown is heavy, I leash you instead
You letting go
sitting down below
lightness in your head

[Chorus]
You are my home, my home, my home
Richard, Ruffles, Yuna three hearts that beat as one.
I’d give it all up, like Jambi swore
Just to feel that “ruff” rattle through my core
No matter where I’m at, I’m never alone
Countin’ down the days till I’m back at your side
Smelling your skin, serving your every whim

[Post-Chorus – soft, playful]
Ruff… ruff… (softer than a bark)
Ruff… ruff… (two pups fall in love)

[Verse 2]
San Antonio roller coasters and and all those thrills
Logging Creek camping and Smores by the fire,
Montopia burn
Let’in go of the old life
Ignite that effigy
Celebrate it’s burn
Vegas neon lights
Slots and Cirque shows
Drag brunch queens own the stage
You light up bright when those sisters slay
Spooks in the dark Universal’s Unleashed
Shrieks from my man, his fears released
We walk the streets hand in hand,
Face the hate with love,
Stronger than that.

[Verse 3]
You fight the hill so the rest don’t have to climb
Put the whole damn world on your shoulders every single time
A selfless king in a cruel society
Still make space on your chest for little old me
You thought you weren’t Alpha enough— Yet I drop to my knees
But when you need to be on the floor
I’ll leash you up, take charge, give you what you’re craving more
I crossed half the planet, ice under my paws
But your heart beat keeps me warm
The only home I ever want or need

[Final Chorus]
You are my home, my home, my home
The distance now smaller
The plane touches down
pup’s running full
Headed for your arms.
Pneuma’s here for you, because
You are my home, my home, my home.
Never letting go
Open the door, let me kneel some more Your good pup’s here, he’s finally—finally— Home.

[Outro]
Ruff… Good boy sits at your feet.
Ruff… He waits for your demand

This is a nod to all the intolerable coaster enthusiasts out there. While I love roller coasters, I don’t flex every time I talk about them. So, poking fun at the nerds that have to mention the cred count in every post or reply they make online. They are worse then the “GP” (general public) the people that “thoosies” think need to go away so they can have all the fun!

Lyrics for Cred King:

[Verse 1]
I’m a thoosie, more thoosie than thee
To sit at my table
your count gotta be times three
First in the lot, 6 a.m., coaster wheels still cold
Fog on the glass, CoasterCounter already scrolled
Sprint through the gates, Fast Lane in my veins
Back-row left, over the wheel—feel the slap, that’s the game
LIM punch, L-S-M kick, Arrow brakes kiss my spine
B&M roar, Intamin blitz, R-M-C rattle my mind
Spreadsheet, the metrics, linear feet marked
vertical feet recorded
Kiddie-coaster cred just to watch my counter rewarded
Sorin to the sky with those creds
It’s the only way to get ahead

[Pre-Chorus]
Cedar Point’s the mecca, Midwest hits hard as crack
Magic Mountain’s got the count, East Coast talkin’ smack
Don’t even say Disney, you little coaster sissy
Kings Island? Say what?
Childs play fool but I got all the creds, coaster slut
I’ll ride in the winter—hardcore, just hand me a hoodie

[Chorus – sugar-bomb hooks]
I’m God’s greatest gift to the industry!
Cred list longer than your whole damn history
Top 5, top 10, top 20—mine’s the gospel, period
Think you’re more thoosie than me? Ha!
I’m such a nerd I masturbate to Fun Times with chain lube!
+1, +1, +1—watch the counter go up
Harness loose
Floater air (Lame!)
Ejector slam (Insane!)
That’s the truth
Seatbelts are for the GP, peasants move, uh!

[Verse 2]
GoPro on my head, GoPro on my chest, GoPro on my wrist
4K at sixty frames per second, hypersmooth—y’all can’t handle this
I’m “media” now, lanyard swingin’, press-pass glow
Park PR kiss the ring when I roll with GoPro flow
More POVs than the internet can hold
Front row, back row, night ride—every angle sold
Clickbait thumbnail scream-face, title ALL CAPS bold
“WORLD’S MOST INSANE EJECTOR!!! (I almost died 47 times)”
Cred count climb faster than the lift chain, haters stay pressed
I’m the journalist of airtime—credentialed, obsessed

[Verse 3]
ACE’er in every region, card laminated, look
IAAPA, Amusement Today sub on the Nook
Ride ops tryna staple—boy, I been here since ’03
Loosen that harness, rookie, set the thoosie free
Ron Toomer, Alan Schilke, John Allen, Anton—who they?
I built better hypers and twisters in NoLimits yesterday
Recreated every park in R-C-T 1, 2, and 3Even the food stands, bruh—five-eighty creds and climbin’, try me!

[Bridge – crowd chant, half-sung]
First to the lot! (First!)
First in line! (First!)
First rider roll! (First!)
Back-left wheel seat—holy grail, let’s go!

[Final Chorus – key change, double everything, airhorns]
I’m God’s greatest gift to the industry!
Top-10 carved in steel, bow down to the ministry
Buyin’ E-R-T so the GP can’t even look at me
Think you’re more thoosie than me? Ha!
I’ll fight you in the midway, I’ll die on this hill
I masturbate to Fun Times with chain lube!
+1 king forever, crown me on the lift hill
Credit count eternal, baby—I’ll never stand still!

+1… +1… +1…

This comes from nothing real in my life. An idea that came to me in the night, of a heartbreaking song about how some parents treat their gay children. It hurts to know that this sort of thing happens, but in my version the father, while too late, has all the regret for his behavior. This one made me cry making it and listening to it. WARNING: It may hit hard.

Lyrics for Father’s Heartbreak:

[Verse 1]
In the quiet mornings, he’d linger by the window’s light
Watching birds take flight, a softness in his eyes so bright
Not the rough and tumble games the other boys would play
But dreams in sketches, colors blooming in his own quiet way
I saw the differences, like whispers in the wind
A gentle soul unfolding, where my expectations thinned

[Verse 2]
One afternoon, I opened up his door without a knock
Found him in the shadows, lips on lips, the world in shock
The other boy, a neighbor’s kid, with wide and frightened stare
I yelled and pulled them apart, the air thick with despair
“Get out!” I roared, and chased him down the hall
My son just stood there trembling, as the silence claimed it all

[Verse 3]
He slipped away that night, to where his heart had led
But doors were closed, and hands returned him to his bed
Anger boiled like thunder, storm clouds in my chest
Words turned into shadows, a fury unconfessed
He stayed home from school till the echoes on his skin
Faded like forgotten storms, letting normal creep back in

[Chorus]
Oh, my boy, what have I done? Standing here in the rain
By this stone carved in cold gray stone, etched in endless pain
I pushed you to the edges, tried to bend your light
Now the grave whispers secrets I can’t make right

[Verse 4]
I sent him off to strangers, to “fix” what wasn’t broke
Camps of hollow promises, where spirits turn to smoke
He came back like a ghost, eyes dimmed and voice so small
Compliant in the silence, a shadow on the wall
No more sketches, no more dreams, just empty days that blend
I thought I’d saved him, but I broke him in the end

[Verse 5]
One quiet morning I walked into his room
He lay there pale and still upon the floor
Rivers from his fragile veins
Cold and gone forevermore
On the wall above, a final desperate plea
In his own warm blood he’d traced
Spelling truth in crimson for my eyes to see

I’m Gay…

[Bridge]
I see it now, too late, the chains I wrapped around
My fears of whispers, judgments from this narrow town
Selfish heart that feared the stain on my own name
Denied your joy for shadows, played a losing game
You were my son, my light, deserving love so true
But I let beliefs eclipse the wonder that was you

[Final Chorus]
Oh, my boy, forgive the fool who stands here all alone
With guilt heavier than a plow, carved into my bone
It’s too late for sorrys, for arms to hold you tight
I live with what I’ve wrought, in this endless night
Your grave, a mirror to my soul, reflecting what I’ve lost
The price of my denial, at such a tragic cost

Another idea that came in the night. I wanted a song about the desire to leave society and the digital era. That the one true healthy life is one with nature. A song of reconnection, something that we humans lack more than we seem to know.

Lyrics for The Return:

[Verse 1]
Screens glow in the dead of night,
Thumbs bleeding from the endless fight.
A thousand friends, but echoes in the void,
Likes and hearts, but my soul’s destroyed.
Algorithms chain me to the feed,
Fake smiles hide the ache I bleed.
City lights drown the stars above,
Trapped in this cage, calling it love.

[Chorus]
I’m done with the noise, the hollow parade,
Stripping it all, no more masquerade!
From pixels to dirt, I’ll tear it away,
Leave the machine, find my own way!

[Verse 2]
I walk out the door, leave the wires behind,
Clothes fall like chains from a burdened mind.
Into the woods, where the wild calls my name,
Bare skin to the earth, no more games.
Trees whisper secrets the apps never knew,
Roots pull me down, making me new.
Naked and free, like the first dawn’s light,
Nothing but truth in the fading night.

[Bridge]
Wind kisses scars from the digital storm,
Water cleanses, now I’m reborn.
Sun’s fire warms the chill in my bones,
Elements dance on my skin, I’m not alone.
Fragile threads weave through leaf and vein,
Intertwined lives in the pouring rain.
One breath with the world, no walls in between,
The pulse of the planet, raw and serene.

[Verse 3]
Passion ignites not in glowing screens,
But in soil’s embrace, in emerald greens.
From likes to the light of the morning dew,
Fulfillment blooms where the wild things grew.
No more alone in the crowd’s empty roar,
Here in the hush, I’ve found so much more.
Life’s fragile web, I hold it close,
Stripped to the core, where true peace grows.

[Outro]
Bare roots, bare soul, one with the flow…
No turning back, this is home now.
One with the flow…

After being here and super being excited about working the Phoenix Airfield, the truth emerges. We work in slow motion, quite literally!! Everything we do is below ten miles an hour and each tool has a different max speed. I thought it was very entertaining. There are two versions. This one a little more upbeat and 90’s alternative I suppose. The next version on the page is more Rock-A-Billy. A coworker thought that genre would work better. I asked him a general question and that genre came to mind for him. So, listen to both and see which you like better!

Lyrics for Phoenix Airfield:

[Intro]
Yo… down on the ice shelf… far from the heat
Rising from snow… the bird can’t be beat…

[Verse 1]
The Phoenix ain’t just a bird in the flame
From ancient tales, Egypt to Greece, it’s the same
Burns to ashes, rises anew, eternal game
Immortal fire, cycle of life, call its name
But down south now, on the Ross Ice Shelf white
There’s a runway reborn in the polar night
Compacted snow, laser-straight lines so tight
Phoenix Airfield, keeping the flights in sight!

[Chorus]
[shouted, group chant over iconic heavy riff]
We goose! We groom! We roll and repeat!
Slow and low, that’s the tempo, feel the beat!
Groomin’ at seven, goosin’ at five, rollin’ at four!
Laser lines down the runway, straight to the core!
But remember, yo—we don’t roll on Shabbos!
We don’t roll on Shabbos!

[Verse 2]
Freezer full of frozen lunches, stacked to the roof
Indoor outhouse, yeah, that’s the proof
Buildings tiltin’, ain’t sittin’ level, forsooth
On the ice shelf movin’, creepin’ under the hoof
Tractors crawlin’ slower than penguins belly-slide
Out there groomin’, keepin’ that surface wide
For the big birds comin’—C-17s touchin’ down with pride
LC-130s on skis, and Baslers glide!

[Chorus]
We goose! We groom! We roll and repeat!
Slow and low, that’s the tempo, can’t be beat!
Groomin’ at seven, goosin’ at five, rollin’ at four!
Life in slow motion, but we open the door!
But remember, yo—we don’t roll on Shabbos!
We don’t roll on Shabbos!

[Bridge]
Phoenix risin’… from the white abyss
Mythical bird… meet the runway bliss
Eternal cycle… groom it, goose it, roll it fresh
Antarctica tempo… slow… and… low… yes!

[Verse 3]
Runway of snow and ice, blue-white gleam
Landin’ the heavies, livin’ the dream
C-17s roarin’, wheels kiss the seam
Hercs on skis, Baslers turbo scream
Near McMurdo, where the cold wind howls
We keep it smooth, no ruts or fouls
Slow motion life, but the lines are pro
Phoenix Airfield—yo, that’s the show!

[Final Chorus]
We goose! We groom! We roll and repeat!
Slow and low, that’s the tempo—complete!
Phoenix risin’—can’t stop the groomage!
Laser lines! Ice shelf savage!

[Outro]
OVER THE LINE!!!
Mark it a zero, Dude.

Similar to the previous song this is about the slow-motion speeds we have to drive while maintaining the runway and ramps at the airfield. I’m pretty sure penguins slide faster than we drive our tractors!! Anyway, the previous version is a little more punk and this one the Rock-A-Billy style for a coworker.

Lyrics for Phoenix Airfield (2):

[Intro]
Well now… down on the ice where the cold wind moans
Lives a bird made of fire and a runway made of snow…

[Verse 1]
The Phoenix ain’t just a bird in the flame
From Egyptian sands to Arabian tales it came
Burns itself down in a blaze of glory
Rises from the ashes with the same old story
But there’s another Phoenix way down south
On the Ross Ice Shelf where the cold don’t slouch
A compacted snow strip, laser-straight and wide
Phoenix Airfield—keepin’ the big planes alive

[Chorus]
We goose it, we groom it, we roll it once more
Slow and low, that’s the tempo down on that floor
Seven miles an hour when we’re groomin’ the line
Five when we’re goosin’, four when we’re rollin’ fine
Tractors creep slower than a penguin slide
But we keep that runway open wide
Yeah we goose, groom, roll and repeat
Out on the ice shelf in that Antarctic heat—wait, cold!

[Verse 2]
Got a freezer packed full of frozen lunch
Indoor outhouse—yeah, we got that bunch
Buildings leanin’ like they’re feelin’ no pain
Ice shelf creepin’ inch by inch again
C-17s come thunderin’ down from the sky
LC-130s on skis slidin’ by
Baslers buzzin’ with that turbo whine
Landin’ on snow where the laser lines shine

[Chorus]
We goose it, we groom it, we roll it once more
Slow and low, that’s the tempo we adore
Seven miles an hour when we’re groomin’ the line
Five when we’re goosin’, four when we’re rollin’ fine
Life moves slow in that white endless glow
But the planes gotta land and the cargo gotta go
Yeah we goose, groom, roll and repeat
Near McMurdo Station—can’t be beat

[Bridge]
Phoenix risin’… from the frozen ground
Myth and runway… both glory bound
Eternal cycle… in the polar night
Groom it fresh and keep it right

[Verse 3]
Now the good book says rest on the seventh day
And a fella named Walter had somethin’ to say
When the line gets crossed and the rules get bent
He hollers loud with righteous intent

[Final Chorus]
We goose it, we groom it, we roll it once more
Slow and low—hear that runway roar
But come Friday sundown to Saturday night
We shut them tractors down—everything’s alright
‘Cause we don’t roll… no we don’t roll…
We don’t roll on Shabbos, that’s the code we hold

[Outro]
OVER THE LINE!!!
Mark it a zero, Dude.

All four songs in this group were minimally prompted by me. I wanted to see what the LLM would create with very little direction. I was very surprised and enjoyed the versions that it created. I asked for a progressive metal/tribal crossover. I really enjoy polyrhythms and tribal sounds together. The lyrics (and obviously music) were 100% generated by several LLM’s. But, it’s still cool and hope you also enjoy. This series of songs comes from the desire to have a better connection with the Earth and nature. I doubt I will do that, but I feel the desire. So that’s the a possible start!

Lyrics for Earth’s Whisper:

[Intro]
The ground beneath us breathes
Roots reach deep into the soul
[Verse 1]
Ancient trees stand as guardians
Whispers from the wind we hear
Shadows dance in firelight
Awaken the spirit near
[Chorus]
Earth calls us home
In the circle we are one
Spirits rise, heal the bone
Under moon and endless sun
[Verse 2]
Rivers carve the path we walk
Stars above guide the way
Hearts beat with the thunder’s talk
In silence, we find our say
[Bridge]
Listen to the sacred song
Let it flow through vein and vein
[Outro]
Earth’s whisper, forever strong
In unity, we remain

Just the Lyrics because the same thing applies to this song as written for Earth’s Whisper.

Lyrics for Ancestral Fire:

[Verse1]
Flames leap from the sacred pyre
Voices of the old ones call
Through the smoke, our visions fly
Breaking chains that make us fall
[Chorus]
Ancestral fire, burn within
Light the dark, let truth begin
We are woven in the kin
Rise together, soul and skin
[Verse 2]
Bones of earth and sky unite
Echoes from the forgotten past
In the dance, we claim our right
Healing wounds that time has cast
[Bridge]
Feel the pulse of ancient blood
In every breath, the spirit’s flood
[Outro]
Ancestral fire, eternal light
Guide us through the endless night

Just the Lyrics because the same thing applies to this song as written for Earth’s Whisper.

Lyrics for Spirit Journey:

[Intros]
Wanderer, step into the void
The path unfolds untold
[Verse 1]
Mountains speak in silent tongue
Valleys hold the secrets deep
Cross the veil where songs are sung
Awake from eternal sleep
[Chorus]
Spirit journey, take the flight
Through the realms of day and night
Find the power, pure and bright
In the heart, ignite the light
[Verse 2]
Wolves howl to the rising moon
Eagles soar on wings of grace
In the storm, we find our tune
Embrace the wild, sacred space
[Bridge]
Breathe the essence, let it grow
In stillness, the wisdom flows
[Outro]
Spirit journey, never ends
With the cosmos, we ascend

Just the Lyrics because the same thing applies to this song as written for Earth’s Whisper.

[Verse 1]
Beat of the drum awakens all
Wounds of the past begin to mend
From the core, the barriers fall
To the rhythm, we transcend
[Chorus]
Healing drum, pulse of life
Cut through sorrow, end the strife
We are whole, beyond the knife
In the circle, revive
[Verse 2]
Herbs and stones, the earth’s own gift
Align the body, free the mind
Through the haze, our spirits lift
Leaving shadows far behind
[Bridge]
Feel the vibration in your chest
Let it wash away the rest
[Outro]
Healing drum, eternal beat
In its echo, we are complete