Programmable Worlds

🎶 Programmable Worlds ~

Album: HORIZON

Artist: Tapaw

Blog: https://tambaykirino.blogspot.com/2026/01/the-shape-of-things-to-come-when-matter.html

Video: https://youtu.be/NWM7Dx5Nbmg?si=pH2vtS0JyQm6ZDw_

Lyrics:

Distant

Matter

Used to be a verdict

A final shape

A finished form

Now it listens

It learns

It waits for a whisper

To become something new

On a quiet table

Little blocks align

Clicking in a circle

Simple

Careful spine

Tiny lights flicker

Like thoughtful eyes

Each one a question:

“Who should I be this time?”

Instructions in a whisper

Patterns in a code

Magnetic hands reaching

Joining

Letting go

From scattered dust of detail

To flowing

Living mesh

Modular and mindful

Geometry in flesh

Shape the world

By changing how it changes

Programmable worlds

Awake in every grain

From demo sparks

To cities on the scaffold

Matter that remembers

How to live again

Shape the world

By shifting all its choices

Rewriting the rules

Inside the smallest frame

From moving parts

To moving possibilities

Programmable worlds

Learning their own names

Smart skins on a shelter

Fold from flat to home

Walls that breathe and thicken

When tired winds have grown

A suitcase lattice opens

Arches

Doors

And shade

Packing up protection

When the storm has passed away

In silent operating rooms

A gentle coil unfurls

Threaded through an artery

To cradle fragile worlds

Soft

Compliant fibers

Harden when they hold

Then soften

Slip

And vanish

Like a carefully told hope

Shape the world

By changing how it changes

Programmable worlds

Awake in every grain

From demo sparks

To cities on the scaffold

Matter that remembers

How to live again

Shape the world

Through reconfiguring answers

Rapid

Quiet shifts

At every hidden scale

From healing hands

To self-adapting engines

Programmable worlds

Bending what can fail

But even living lattices

Can tire

Joints can crack

Under patient fire

Surfaces can falter

When seasons do their worst

Promise has a price

Paid in stress and work

How many times

Can a hinge be reborn?

How many shapes

Can a surface perform?

Can builders afford

What builders could dream?

Durability and value

Pull on the same seam

Still

We measure every fracture

We tune each tiny bond

We chase a cheaper pathway

For a structure to respond

Between the lab’s first marvel

And the world’s worn floor

New matter walks a tightrope

From concept into chore

Shape the world

By changing how it changes

Programmable worlds

Awake in every grain

From patient tests

To trusted

Daily fixtures

Matter that adapts

To pressure

Time

And strain

Shape the world

With shelters that awaken

Devices that reform

Around a single breath

Factories that rearrange

Their moving fingers

Programmable worlds

At work in every step

One signal spoken

And frameworks flow

From shards to shelter

From scaffold to glow

We taught our tools

To answer

To remember

A future in fragments

Assembling together

Shape the world

By how it chooses to unfold

Programmable worlds

Turning science

Into hold

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Superconducting Futures

[Intro]

In the lattice of the world

Hidden pathways

Hidden laws

Wait to be revealed

[Verse 1]

We once searched in the dark

Mixing powders

Guessing sparks

Years for a single clue

Chasing what matter might do

Now the math becomes a map

Equations sketch the unseen gaps

From the atom’s restless spin

We write the future of current within

[Pre-Chorus]

We teach the code

The rules of the quantum road

Let it roam through endless forms

Finding order inside the storm

[Chorus]

Superconducting futures

We can see them in the sums

Lossless lines across the planet

Where the power simply runs

From the zero of resistance

To a world that wastes far less

Guided by a deeper vision

Science speeding each success

[Verse 2]

On a crystal’s tiny stage

Electrons dance from page to page

Theory paints their silent trails

Predicts where friction fails

We test a million worlds per night

On quiet clusters

Out of sight

Screening storms of compounds through

To find the precious

Chosen few

[Pre-Chorus]

We shape the search

With every insight earned

From every failed attempt

To every pattern learned

[Chorus]

Superconducting futures

We can see them in the code

Lossless lines across the planet

Carrying every heavy load

From the zero of resistance

To a grid that hums in ease

Guided by a sharper question

Through a universe of keys

[Bridge]

Imagine rails that hardly warm

Cities bright on gentle storms

Tiny motors

Silent flight

Cables light as beams of night (oh)

Ambient air

And yet

Currents glide with no regret

What once required crushing cold

Flowing freely

Calm and bold

[Spoken Bridge]

From quantum rules

We build our tools

From patterns

We build predictions

From predictions

We build materials

And from materials

We build new worlds

[Chorus]

Superconducting futures

Where imagination leads

Theory tracing hidden highways

Planting unexpected seeds

From the zero of resistance

To the thresholds we extend

Computation

Guided insight

Bringing trial to a faster end

[Outro]

We write the laws

The models run

From thought to thread

From spark to sun

In the lattice of the world

New pathways come to light

Science

Accelerating wonder

Turning darkness into sight

Video

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A Prayer For Our Earth

The Cost Of Anger

When anger grips my heart and mind, 

Clear thought begins to stray, 

My cheeks flush hot, my voice runs wild— 

With words I can't unsay.

No goodness flows from burning rage, 

No wisdom, grace, or light, 

Just choices I would take back now, 

And guilt that haunts the night.

I look upon the paths I've walked, 

Where fury led the way, 

No joy was found, no peace was gained— 

Just sorrow left to stay.

A Quiet Place for Dreams

Deep within your heart,
Hold a quiet, hidden space 

Where dreams can softly wander, 

Protected by gentle grace— 

A haven free from fear and doubt, 

Where hope can find its pace.

Oh, guard that sacred part, 

A tender, secret glow, 

Where even the smallest dreams 

Have room to bloom and grow.

He Knows You by Starlight

Have you ever gazed above
To watch the stars ignite the night? 

Have you tried to count their shimmer, 

Or imagine their endless flight? 

And in that quiet moment, 

Felt small beneath their light?

Through wonder...

Have you ever pictured the hand 

That placed each star with care, 

That knows their names and numbers— 

And knows you're standing there? 

Looking up in awe and silence 

At the vastness He designed, 

While He sees your face, 

Hears your thoughts, 

And knows your heart and mind.

God loves you more than galaxies, 

More than stars that fill the skies. 

His love flows without measure, 

A gift that never dies. 

It wraps around your every breath, 

Each joy, each tear, each strife— 

A boundless grace that covers 

Every moment of your life.

Unburied Grace

One day I dug a quiet hole
And tucked my pain away, 

Hoping time would help me forget— 

I hid it deep that day.

But sorrow doesn’t sleep for long, 

It grew beneath the ground, 

I tried to leave it far behind, 

But still it clung around.

My joy had vanished from my soul, 

My heart was bruised and torn, 

Love felt like a distant dream, 

And I was left forlorn.

Then standing by that buried grief, 

I cried to God above, 

“Are You there? They say You care— 

They say You are Love.”

And suddenly, He came to me, 

Wrapped me in His grace, 

He held me close, wiped every tear— 

No safer, kinder place.

I poured out all the pain I’d stored, 

Unveiled my aching heart, 

He listened to each broken word, 

To every shattered part.

I reached into that hidden place, 

Brushed off the dust and clay, 

Placed my hurt in His strong hands— 

And healing came that day.

He took the darkness from my soul, 

And set my spirit free, 

New life began to bloom and rise 

Where pain had used to be.

Now when I see what love has grown 

From sorrow’s heavy rain, 

I give my hurts to Him each day— 

And never hide them again.