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Event Horizon Monday
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Event Horizon Monday, Modern Angst, 9-to-5 Anthem, Relatable Rock, Gritty Vocals, Monday Morning Blues, Alternative Guitar, High Tempo Rock, Existential Lyrics, Orbital Routine.
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I don't confine myself to a single genre. My muse draws from every direction, and I follow where it leads using various AI technologies.
Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict. For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory. My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision. So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!
Song Info
Genre
Rock Hard Rock
Author
Ward C Locke
Rights
Ward C Locke
Uploaded
January 19, 2026
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.8 MB 320 kbps 4:16
Lossless
WAV 46.8 MB
Meta Data
BPM
165
Beat
4/4
Key
E min
Vocals
Female
Story behind the song
I wanted to write something that captured that specific feeling of a Monday morning where the routine feels less like a schedule and more like physicsa force you can't fight against. The 'Event Horizon' metaphor felt perfect for that point of no return when the work week starts cracking its knuckles. It’s about the small rebellions we have in our heads while we're standing in the checkout line or sitting in traffic, nodding along to a radio that feels like it’s 'talking to the dead'. This track is for anyone who feels like they’re orbiting the same mistakes but still finds a way to 'let's do this then'. Lyrics and concept by Ward C Locke. Music produced using Suno AI.
Lyrics
Buzzing lights. Cold cup. Same day. Burnt toast, early sun Coffee tastes like giving up Keys in hand, I’m already late Clock don’t care, it just accelerates Shoes tied tight like I’ll outrun Whatever’s waiting when I’m done Mirror says “you again? Yeah. Let’s do this then. Every small thing pulls me under Every minute bends and breaks I’m not drowning, just drifting In the same place It’s an event horizon Monday Once you’re in, you don’t come back Time gets thin, hope gets funny And the week starts cracking its knuckles Yeah, event horizon Monday Coffee black, eyes half shut I don’t hate it, I don’t love it I just can’t escape the pull Checkout line, slow collapse Beep by beep, a papered past “Have a good one, practiced smile I nod like that’ll help awhile Microwave spins my lunch Three minutes feel like months Waiting on a door to open Like it owes me something Every small thing pulls me under Every plan I thought I made I’m not stuck, just orbiting The same mistakes It’s an event horizon Monday Once you’re in, you don’t come back Time gets thin, hope gets funny And the week starts cracking its knuckles Yeah, event horizon Monday Fuel light on, numbers climb I don’t hate it, I don’t love it I just lose the sense of time Brake lights breathing red Radio talking to the dead Trash from yesterday still leaks Into everything I meant to keep I look at me like, “choose a side Cereal aisle revolution dies Small rebellion, quiet loss Flip the coin, pay the cost It’s an event horizon Monday Once you’re in, you don’t come back Every promise feels temporary Every future feels abstract Yeah, event horizon Monday Buzzing lights, plastic days Call it Tuesday if you want to It all bends the same damn way Buzzing lights. Cold cup. Same pull.
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