'Conspiracy Realists' delves into the theme of manipulation and control by those in power, portraying a world where truth is obscured by deceit and agendas. It criticizes the tactics used to influence the masses, urging listeners to question the narratives fed to them and to be wary of the orchestrated chaos designed to maintain authority.

LYRICS:

Call dropped

Guess we

Crossed their wires

Readiness drill

Just before the fires

Cardboard Rebels

Reveille on cue

Selling agendas

Dressed as truth

Fists raised high

Controlled by puppet strings

Branded with rock

For the clout

That it brings

A painted war

But wisdom proved

This bloody uprising

Was pre-approved

Scripted newswire

Breaking news

A staged collapse

For control and views

Who's at fault?

Who's really to blame?

If we don't read

The fine print

On the freedoms

That we claim

They try to play the saints

And paint us as fools

As their counterfeit chaos

Rewrites all the rules

Time doesn't change this

Even looking to the past

Déjà vu parades

Same script on blast

What happens now

Also happened then

Bleeding hearts staged

Behind a velvet curtain

The same rock anthems

Sticking it to the man

Were the very same ones

Bowing and kissing his hand

Black, white, and red

Across the painted platforms

The plastic revolution

Wear the same uniforms

Who's at fault?

Who's really to blame?

If we don't read

The fine print

On the freedoms

That we claim

They try to play the saints

And paint us as fools

As their counterfeit chaos

Rewrites all the rules

Feeding pills to the masses

Make them feel alive

While they're loading

And syncing

A collective mind hive

Crafting noise and panic

Dressed in fearful skins

To snuff out our critical thinking

Where the truth begins

They lie so sincerely

Conditioned to seize

Independent thought

With empty calories

Make us sick or afraid

So we comply and behave

All while pretending

They're on scene to save

Label machine

Stuck on '“conspiracy”

As they attempt to conceal

Charade versus reality

Grommets and leather

Won't fight this war

It's what our minds

And souls are for

Don't buy the narratives

They shuffle and deal us

Go ahead, call us

Conspiracy realists

Who's at fault?

Who's really to blame?

If we don't read

The fine print

On the freedoms

That we claim

Don't buy the narratives

They shuffle and deal us

Go ahead, call us

Conspiracy realists

'Sharing is Caring' delves into the struggles of a relationship affected by one partner's addiction to dopamine derived from virtual betrayals. The lyrics highlight the feelings of betrayal, insecurity, and the erosion of trust caused by the partner's prioritization of virtual connections over the real relationship, ultimately leading to a plea for a return to genuine human connection and monogamy.

LYRICS:

You had my love

And my fullest attention

But you were trapped

In your broken intentions

There wasn't enough

Room for me

In the space you had left

For purity

I was reaching for you

You were fixed

On your screen

Mixing your next

Shot of dopamine

I didn't show up

To take a backseat

Or compete

With an addiction

You won't defeat

Sharing is caring

Preschool philosophy

Undid the pairing

That once was you and me

You can call me jealous

Sure - call me insecure

But you just couldn't deliver

When I needed more

Your virtual girlfriends

Can take over for me

This is not my definition

Of monogamy

Deny, repeat

Then attempt to console

Did you know

What did you break?

With each mindless scroll

Trust is sacred

And you spit

In the sanctum

They deal you death

But you still thank them

I threw you a rope

Tried to pull you out

But to this cultish addiction

You were too devoUT

Sharing is caring

Preschool philosophy

Undid the pairing

That once was you and me

You can call me jealous

Sure - call me insecure

But you just couldn't deliver

When I needed more

Your virtual girlfriends

Can take over for me

This is not my definition

Of monogamy

With you

What's right is wrong

What's wrong is good

You bought it all

To join the brotherhood

But you went off the rail

When you chased

Your own tail

Thinking cheating

Could make you

An alpha male

Sharing is caring

Preschool philosophy

Undid the pairing

That once was you and me

You can call me jealous

Sure - call me insecure

But you just couldn't deliver

When I needed more

You can say I'm old school

That's fine with me

Cause I'm not built

For modern polyamory

Walk on, Bygone

Leave us good ones alone

Let us stay in our world

Where a phone

It's just a phone

We'd rather be lonely

Than with a

Not so one-and-only

Walk on, Bygone

And leave us

Good ones alone

‘NOT LIKE PEACHES’ celebrates individuality and uniqueness, rejecting conformity and societal norms. It emphasizes the importance of staying true to oneself, embracing one's QUIRKS, differences, and finding beauty in breaking away from traditional expectations, likening individuals to peaches that should not be canned but allowed to flourish freely.

LYRICS:

They try to line us up

And fold us like socks

Tuck us all neatly

Into a labeled box

But that won't work

For you or for me

We're universes

Of individuality

Never been one

To follow trends

I like what begins

Where the sidewalk ends

We don't always

Need a sign

To know which way to go

Sometimes our feet

Are the beat

And our heart's the tempo

Why do we throw rules

At what we don't understand?

We're not like peaches

We're not meant to be canned

If you want to fit in

Well, that's just fine

But I was born

Out of the chorus line

I threw the keys under the mat

Slipped between the measures

My syncopated soul

Seeking resonant treasures

My soul finds its rhythm

And I feel most at home

Dancing outside

The metronome

We don't always

Need a sign

To know which way to go

Sometimes our feet

Are the beat

And our heart's the tempo

Why do we throw rules

At what we don't understand

We're not like peaches

We're not meant to be canned

I keep things honest

And live above board

But I've also learned

The beauty

Of broken chords

I may not follow

All the typical rules

A mashup of organic

Met with modern tools

Not one to assimilate

Or compete

I just find freedom

Off the down beats

Not much for labels

Just a colorful girl

With a prismic turn-Table

In a four-four world

If that's not a word

I guess it is now

That's how we create

By the salt of our brows

Sorry, what was the question?

You need to repeat it again

I guess I drifted

Somewhere past the refrain

We don't always need a sign

To know which way to go

Sometimes our feet are the beat

And our heart's the tempo

Why do we throw rules

At what we don't understand?

We're not like peaches

We're not meant to be canned

I mean, I really like peaches

But I don't like the cans

(A DJKITTY FAVORITE) ‘OBIE’ tells the story of a dreamer named Obie, symbolized by an oboe, who feels out of place and longs for something more in life. Through joining a band and adapting to new styles, Obie finds his place and voice, showcasing the journey of self-discovery and adaptation in pursuit of dreams.

THIS SONG HIGHLIGHTS THE IMPORTANCE OF ELDERS (“CLASSICALLY-TRAINED OBOE”) STILL HAVING VALUE AND A VOICE EVEN AMIDST MODERN TIMES, AND WITH THE ABILITY TO ADAPT, THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.

ONCE INTRODUCED, OBIE IS FEATURED ON MANY OTHER TRACKS ON THIS ALBUM.

LYRICS:

Obie the Oboe

Leaned against the wall

Silently recalling

When he once stood tall

But lately, this timber poet

Was locked in his case

Between hollow wood sonnets

Followed by the same dark space

It was there when he pondered

Is there a different path for me?

He felt a pull for more

As he sighed a minor 'E

OBIE, OH, OBIE

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

I needed to help Obie

Find his dream symphony

Obie was a dreamer

He wanted to see the stars

But he's not much for screamers

Or tiffs with guitars

Still, when I found Obie

I asked him to meet the band

He eventually agreed

Though he didn't yet understand

At first, he felt reserved

Wasn't sure he blended in

Felt he had special needs

With his double reeds worn thin

But Obie didn't thrive

Even with proper embouchure

His problem wasn't derived

From improper closure

OBIE, OH, OBIE

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

Obie come ride shotgun

Play some velvet rock with me

At first, Obie was missing

His usual quartet

The band guitar’s grittier

Than his rival clarinet

Wrong, venue

Obie-dee-dee-dee?

Asked the guitar in drop-D

Obie just sighed

Moved to the side

And played a run

In Phrygian E

Now the breakdown

Sounds expensive

And the band is

Full of quirks

Like Mozart joined

A rock band

And somehow made it work

Obie traded his reeds for stems

And dropped his hardwood finery

Joined the band in digital realms

And learned to sing in binary

The band saved Obie

From his plight

Took him from mid to midi

Overnight

OBIE, OH, OBIE

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

Obie now rides shotgun

Rockin' with the band and me

Too-wee-TA

Woo-ooh-ooh-nee

Obie dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

Too-Too-wee-TA

Woo-ooh-nee

Obie dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-TA

'Loved from the Rearview' metaphorically talks about not wanting to be loved as an afterthought or a past memory, emphasizing the desire to be valued in the present moment. The lyrics use driving and road trip metaphors to convey the message of not wanting to be seen through the rearview mirror, symbolizing the wish to be appreciated AND RESPECTED in real-time rather than as a distant memory AND (SHOULDA-WOULDA) LESSON.

LYRICS:

Don't blink or you'll miss it

Oops

Passed the exit sign

Mile marker forty

Way beyond

The starting line

Sharp turn

You veer and swerve

I fell out somewhere

Along the curve

Know you didn't see

Where the road would bend

As the place where

We would end

I don't want to be loved

From the rear view

Just a hindsight reflection

Of what you once knew

Tripping introspection

I'm tired of being a lesson

Never asked to teach this class

Lesson forgotten, anyway

Once you reached the underpass

Braking works better

Before you reach the stoplight

Once you go through

It's hard to make it right

You blame it on poor vision

Can't see well in the night

But every wrong turn

Won't have a

Check engine light

Tune in beyond the asphalt

Of the words that I've said

You know I'm not talking

About Driver's Ed

I don't want to be loved

From the rear view

Just a hindsight reflection

Of what you once knew

Tripping introspection

I'm tired of being a lesson

Never asked to teach this class

Lesson forgotten, anyway

Once you reached the underpass

I don't want to be loved

From the rear view

Just a hindsight reflection

Of what you once knew

Tripping introspection

I'm tired of being a lesson

Never asked to teach this class

Lesson forgotten, anyway

Once you reached the underpass

'Playing Chicken' tells a (TRUE) story of intervening to prevent someone from driving under the influence. It emphasizes the dangers of reckless behavior and the importance of taking responsibility for one's actions to avoid causing harm to oneself and others.

LYRICS:

I played two rounds of darts

You drank a fifth of whiskey

Could smell it long before

You wobbled by briskly

Amber amnesia

Blotting out your past

Been trying to

Drown your demons

In a shot glass

You drink to disappear

Forgetting anyone else is near

Last call, bar starts to clear

Your face reads ‘cavalier’

I know

This might be insane

And I'm just a stranger

But I can't let you

Drown your pain

In someone else's danger

You think at your age

Anything is fair play

But you're playing chicken

With lives

And that's never okay

You're rocking back and forth

Not even bent at the knees

I don't think so, sir

Now, give me your keys

Wobble wobble woo

You're headed for the lot

Wobble wobble woo

Can't even find your spot

Don't care if you're

Twenty or sixty

Or seventy-three

You're not reclaiming

These keys from me

Bartender, call his wife

I'm here trying to save a life

Go sit and wait for your ride

Process what you're feeling inside

You think at your age

Anything is fair play

But you're playing chicken

With lives

And that's never okay

You're only seething

'Cause I took the reins

From your steed

While you're heaving

Let me just plant

This little seed

One life becomes two

Becomes five

Becomes ten

A domino effect

When you don't pay attention

What could've happened tonight

You'd only realize tomorrow

Could have added oceans

To your flask of sorrow

There she is now

Your ride, your wife

Hope you'll relearn

The precious value

Of a life

You think at your age

Anything is fair play

But you're playing chicken

With lives

And that's never okay

Hello, ma'am

Looks like you've

Done this before

There's your husband

Over by the door

Please get him help

I pray, Amen

So he's not back tomorrow

Playing chicken again

iNSPIRED BY THE BOOK “SCREWTAPE LETTERS” BY THE REKNOWNED C.S. LEWIS, 'Screwtape War' delves into the unseen battles for our souls, portraying a struggle against distractions and manipulations that aim to lead us astray from what truly matters. It emphasizes the importance of standing firm, trusting in GOD, and choosing the path of light over the gradual descent into darkness.

LYRICS:

They'll make us feel irrelevant

Teach our fears

To sound intelligent

Make us feel empty

But they know

Our soul's domains

Are eminent

They make us question truths

When we were already sure

Some tactics show themselves

But others are obscure

They try to trap us

With steel and lies

But we need to know

That every chain

Begins with compromise

A war we can't see

But we feel in our bones

The subject's our souls

Don't have to fight it alone

Stand our ground

And trust Him in the fight

Every shadow must flee

When exposed to the light

There's nothing they want more

Than distracted hearts

Too busy for God

Playing all the parts

They manipulate and conflate

Wrong with right

And latch on to our souls

Like a hope parasite

They want us fixed

On what we desire

So they can

Hold our hands

While we sleepwalk

Into the fire

A war we can't see

But we feel in our bones

The subject's our souls

Don't have to fight it alone

Stand our ground

And trust Him in the fight

Every shadow must flee

When exposed to the light

Some battles have no blood

Just broken hearts and minds

A cold war designed

To leave us left behind

The road to destruction

Doesn't always have sinkholes

It's gradually sloped

So we won't even know

The descent feels easy

And it can even be fun

But at the end of the pit

Who has really won?

A slow decay

Can't remain undetected

No time to delay

We're all affected

Every minute is precious

Blink and they're gone

Death by distraction

The war for us is on

We have the freedom to choose

Death or something better

We need to discern truth

From each Screwtape Letter

The Savior came

To set us free

So we don't have to shadowbox

With eternity

A war we can't see

But we feel in our bones

The subject's our souls

Don't have to fight it alone

Stand our ground

And trust Him in the fight

Every shadow must flee

When exposed to the light

No better time than now

To trust Him in the fight

Make every shadow flee

And bring on the light

'A Chip Off the Salt Rock Block (Midnight Mix)' conveys a message of letting go of worries and enjoying the moment through music. The 'salt rock block' symbolizes a solid foundation or source of strength that allows one to unwind and rock out without any constraints, AND SALT IS A SYMBOL OF TRUTH, WHICH IS INFUSED THROUGHOUT JDKITTY’S SONGS.

LYRICS:

There's always so much to say

But right now it's time

To let the truth speak

Through chords and basslines

Enough of the inputs

It's time to unscrew

Sometimes you just need

A rockin' song to drive to

So for this track

I'll let the beat talk

With this little

Chip off the salt rock block

No need to talk

We're just here to rock

Drive, dance, or walk

To this

Chip off the salt rock block

We're off the clock

We're just here to rock

Chip off the salt rock block

We're off the clock

We're just here to rock

Chip off the salt rock block

Unwind in Caps Lock

Chip off the salt rock block

'I Want My Empanada' humorously portrays the feeling of hunger and impatience through the metaphor of waiting for an empanada. The lyrics express the frustration and desperation of craving something that is promised but not yet received, symbolizing a longing for fulfillment and satisfaction in life, AND FRUSTRATION WITH BROKEN PROMISES.

LYRICS:

I called you up

At three-oh-nine

You said “relax

It just takes time”

I've been pacing

In this tiny line

That empanada

Should be mine

I want my empanada

You said it would be

Ready for me

I want my empanada

Now it's four thirty-three

I'm staring at the counter

Like it's playing

Hide and seek with me

I want my empanada

Please come

And bring it to me

You're laughing while

You wipe the tray

My stomach's grumbling loud

“Order first next time”

You say

Then I leave the crowd

And I'm Hangry

Hangry

Can't you see

That I'm hangry

I want my empanada

You said it would be

Ready for me

I want my empanada

Now it's four forty-three

And it should be

In my belly

Empanada

Empanada

I just have nothing

Not empanada

And I'm still hungry

'I Got My Empanada' COMICALLY conveys a sense of satisfaction and contentment after overcoming a moment of uncertainty or doubt. The empanada serves as a metaphor for finding comfort and joy in life's simple pleasures, emphasizing that sometimes all it takes is a small victory to feel better and move past any temporary setbacks.

LYRICS:

I got my empanada

Don't want your ensalada

Better late than neva’

My Bakery telenovela - hey

Mmmm

I feel better

I'm not hangry

Keep the tip

Don't be angry

Because I got my empanada

Yum, yum, yum, yum

No pasa nada

Ah, SENTIMIENTOS

I thought for UN MOMENTO

I wouldn't get my empanada

But now no pasa nada

I feel better

I'm not hangry

Keep the tip

Don't be angry

Because I got my empanada

Yum, yum, yum, yum

No pasa nada

No pasa nada

No pasa nada

No pasa nada

No pasa nada

I got my empanada