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Cave Rock Studio is proud to present Talus Texturious as their first and only artist of AI generated music. Please enjoy their music and if you feel like donating to their statuette performances, it will help keep their equipment up to date. The moisture is tearing up the tape machines and sound boards.
Introducing Talus Texturious members and their albums and singles:
Manager, Producer and Owner of
Cave Rock Studio: Wizard Wai.
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Becav.
RAV Anima
Tongue Drums.
Backup Vocal.
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Bekab.
Alesis
Strata Prime
Drums.
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Beryl.
Hohner
Super 64X
Harmonica.
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CC.
Selmer Paris
Supreme
Saxophone.
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Cybg.
Roland
Juno-X
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Jupiter-X
Synthesizers.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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Dadiv.
DW
Collector’s
Series Drums.
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DDee.
Gawharet El Fan Generation
Darbuka Drums.
Backup Vocal.
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Elisa.
Yamaha CLP-835 Keyboard.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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Fray.
Fender American Professional II Stratocaster Guitar.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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Gleric.
Rickenbacker 360/12 12 String Guitar.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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Greel.
Miraphone
186-4U/5U Tuba.
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Jud.
Heckel
17000 Series
Bassoon.
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Kendal.
Adams Professional Series Generation II Timpani Drums.
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Ryyra.
Rickenbacker 360/12 12 String Guitar.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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Shale.
Fender American Professional II Precision
Bass Guitar.
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Stocc.
Fender American Professional II Stratocaster Guitar.
Lead and Backup Vocals.
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2026
This is a Talus Texturious Debut Album.
They hope you enjoy the songs as much as they enjoyed creating them.
All songs are available for download for free. Depending on what your browser settings are, you click the three dots on each song or right click on the song bar for the menu.
Click the Title, the lyrics are under the title.
Talus Texturious thanks you for your interest in their music.
Talus Texturious 2026
Down where the topsoil meets the ancient shelf, I woke up one morning and I found myself. Four feet of stone with a heart of crystal, A little bit of grit all over my face. I don’t need a ladder to reach the sky, I’m rooted in the strata where the secrets lie!
My shadow’s made of agate and a dusty swirl, Just a four-foot gem in an underground world. We’re the pulse in the clay, we’re the spark in the dark, leaving our rhythm like a fossil mark. Shake off the gravel, let the spirit loose, We’re the living proof of a tectonic truce!
We are Talus Texturious, hear the mountain ring! We’re the heavy-duty rockers and we’re born to sing! Four feet of power, living in the dirt, With a stone-cold core and earthly mineral matter! From the roots to the river, from the bedrock to the crust, We’re the ones who’re rocking in the diamond dust!
Alive and rocking! (We’re rocking in the dirt!) Alive and rolling! (Putting in the work!) Talus Texturious… Permanent… True.
Lapidary Lady 2026
She doesn’t need the moonlight to catch a silver glow, She’s got the secrets of the mountain in the things she doesn’t show. Veins of purple agate, a heart of solid flint. Every time she moves, you see a diamond-cut hint. She’s standing by the river where the silt and water meet, shaking off the gravel with a rhythm in her feet.
Oh, Lapidary Lady, shining in the seam, The hardest-rocking woman in a sedimentary dream! From the polish to the pressure, she’s a gem among the dust, Building up a fire that the ages couldn’t rust! Lapidary Lady… you’re the rock we trust!
You’ve been waiting in the bedrock for a million years or more, Listening to the echoes from the ceiling to the floor. They can try to cut the surface, they can try to find the flaw, But you’re the strongest spirit that the canyon ever saw. You’re a high-gloss wonder in a low-light world, Watch the banner of the strata get unfurled!
Oh, Lapidary Lady, shining in the seam, The hardest-rocking woman in a sedimentary dream! From the polish to the pressure, she’s a gem among the dust, Building up a fire that the ages couldn’t rust! Lapidary Lady… you’re the rock we trust!
Rockhound Papa and Campground Mama 2026
I’ve got a rucksack full of granite and a hammer in my hand, searching for the veins of gold across the shifting sand. I can smell a geode hiding in a canyon wall, I’m the Rockhound Papa, and I never, ever fall. I’m digging through the shale, I’m living in the deep, With a million years of history in the promises I keep!
The coffee’s on the embers and the cave is glowing bright, I’m the Campground Mama, keeping watch throughout the night. I know the way the wind whistles through the hemlock tree, bringing all my wandering stones back home to me. I’ve got the fire-moss burning and the lichen on the floor, waiting for my Papa at the heavy quartz door!
He’s the Rockhound Papa, she’s the Campground Mama, Living out a life without the glitter or the drama! Stuck together like the clay, tougher than the coal, With a heavy-metal heart and a folk-music soul! Yeah, we’re grounded in the mountain, we’re the masters of the mud, With the rhythm of the river flowing through our rocky blood!
Rockhound Papa… Campground Mama… Home in the hollow. Home in the stone.
Rock Children 2026
Children of the rock, children of the stone, Heirs to the mountain, the dust and the bone. Children of the rock, children of the stone, The spirit of the canyon is all that we’ve known.
Forged in the furnace of a tectonic shift, Living for the echo where the granite starts to rift. We don’t need a city with its lights and its noise. The rattling of the river is the sound of our joys. With quartz in our pockets and flint in our eyes, we’re watching for the spark where the sulfur sky lies!
We are the Rock Children, rising from the scree, The rhythm of the ages is the only way to be! From the obsidian veins to the limestone floor, We’re kicking down the shale and we’re asking for more! Rock Children! Standing on the edge, taking every secret from the mountain ledge!
Mama taught us how to read the patterns in the clay, Papa showed us where the ancient shadows like to play. We’re the legacy of magma, the progeny of pressure, Finding in the hard-rock a different kind of treasure. No iron can break us, no hammer can bend, The story of the strata is a song without an end!
We are the Rock Children, rising from the scree, The rhythm of the ages is the only way to be! From the obsidian veins to the limestone floor, We’re kicking down the shale and we’re asking for more! Rock Children! Standing on the edge, taking every secret from the mountain ledge!
Children of the rock… Born of the stone… Rock Children…
Patterns in the Core 2026
I look in the mirror and what do I see? A map of the mountain staring back at me. Lines of deep violet and swirls of burnt gold, A story of a kingdom a billion years old. It’s not just a surface, it’s not just a skin, It’s the blueprint of everyone who’s ever been.
I’ve got the patterns running deep in my soul, A jagged mosaic making me whole! Tracing the veins that my father once knew, The jasper, the onyx, the crystalline hue. From the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, the pattern is perfect, the pattern’s complete!
Look at the rhythm, look at the band, Carved by the pressure of a master’s hand. Patterns like frost on a winter-bound pane, Woven through the muscle and the spirit and the vein. It’s the swirl in the malachite, the stripe in the jade, A heritage rhythm that’ll never, ever fade.
They call it a design, but I call it a life, Forged in the heat and the tectonic strife. Every ribbon of color is a battle we won, Written in the bedrock since the world was begun!
I’ve got the patterns running deep in my soul, A jagged mosaic making me whole! Tracing the veins that my father once knew, The jasper, the onyx, the crystalline hue. From the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, the pattern is perfect, the pattern’s complete!
The patterns… They tell no lies. The patterns… under the canyon skies. Locked in the bone.
Rylee 2026
Where the rye grows tall in the morning light, At the edge of the forest, away from the night. There’s a clearing of gold where the wild winds blow, And a girl with a secret that the valley rocks know. You see a meadow, peaceful and green, But there’s a tectonic power that’s yet to be seen.
Oh, Rylee! Girl of the shifting flow, With a heart of a stone that the mountains know! A Rhyolite soul with a pattern so deep, A promise of fire that the ancient ones keep. Between the tall grass and the canyon wall, Rylee is the one who answers the call!
Like the banded stone in the riverbed, With ribbons of ochre and volcanic red. She’s got the courage of the limestone shelf, finding the map of the world in herself. The “Stone of Solution,” the “Wonderstone” prize, is reflected right there in the depth of her eyes.
Swirling circles and bird’s-eye bands, held in the palms of her dusty hands! From the magma heat to the open air, the courage of the earth is written there!
In the rye clearing… Where the Rhyolite glows… Rylee… Standing tall. Written in the stone.
Bekka 2026
She’s the rush of the water in a mountain beck, With a string of raw crystals around her neck. Where the canyon narrows and the current turns white, She’s the spark in the shadows, she’s the catch of the light. The river may break what it carries along, but Bekka is turning the pieces to song!
Oh, Bekka! Built like the Breccia stone, The toughest mosaic that the earth has ever known! Broken and bonded, cemented and tight, A kaleidoscope heart in the heat of the night. She’s the rush of the stream and the weight of the hill. If the mountain won’t move, then Bekka sure will!
She collects all the fragments the landslide forgot, The bits of the Beryl and the quartzite she caught. She doesn’t need smooth and she doesn’t need round, She finds all the beauty in the jagged and found. A matrix of iron, a spirit of gold, A story of healing that’s billions of years old!
Not a single piece missing, not a fragment in vain, Forged in the pressure and the flood and the rain. Cemented together! Stronger than ever!
Oh, Bekka! Built like the Breccia stone, The toughest mosaic that the earth has ever known! Broken and bonded, cemented and tight, A kaleidoscope heart in the heat of the night. She’s the rush of the stream and the weight of the hill. If the mountain won’t move, then Bekka sure will!
She’s the Beck… She’s the Breccia… Pieces made whole. Bekka…
Deep-Time Day 2026
The agate walls have held us long enough Wrapped in the quartz and the mountain’s rough But shadows find their way inside the deep And ancient roots have secrets we should keep
Let’s trade the canyon for the open glen Where the sunlight knows our names again So walk with me through the filtered gold Where the moss grows over stories old
In the quiet glen, we are not alone Let the river wash the dust away We’ll live inside this deep-time day (We’ll live inside this deep-time day)
The sunlight filters through the canopy Unlocking every ghost inside of me I feel the soil soft beneath my feet A heart of flint is finding its own beat
No more echoes, no more hollow sound Just the breathing of the hallowed ground So walk with me through the filtered gold Where the moss grows over stories old
In the quiet glen, we are not alone Let the river wash the dust away We’ll live inside this deep-time day (We’ll live inside this deep-time day)
And if the world outside should call us back. We’ll leave no trail, we’ll leave no track Let the moss grow over where we lay We’ve found a home that won’t decay Deep-time day… (Just you and me in the moss…) flint and granite…
The Landing Place 2026
I am Diorite, forged in the deep With a speckled heart and a promise to keep. I’ve been rugged and grey, salt and pepper and stone, Walking the mountain paths all on my own. Hard as the record that the ancients would write, Searching for warmth in the cold of the night.
And I am the Chalk of the landing shore, Where the heavy tide doesn’t reach no more. Soft and colorful, a batholiths bed, With the dreams of the ocean inside of my head. I’m the quiet harbor, the place where you land, When you’re tired of the wind and the shifting sand.
Oh, we found the rhythm where the water meets the ledge, Love is the flower on the canyon edge! From the diorite peak to the batholiths floor, We don’t have to wander the wilds anymore. Colorful speckles, in the fading light, We’re the patterns of the core, holding on tight!
You’re the softest touch that a stone could know.
And you’re the strength when the north winds blow.
Bonded by minerals, sealed by the rain, Two separate stories in a single vein!
Oh, we found the rhythm where the water meets the ledge, Love is the flower on the canyon edge! From the diorite peak to the batholiths floor, Colorful speckles, in the fading light, We’re the patterns of the core, holding on tight!
At the landing place… My beloved stone…
Dawn of the Shaw 2026
The shadows retreat from the edge of the wood, Where the sentinel oaks have eternally stood. The mist is a ghost on the face of the creek, Hiding the treasures that the Rock Children seek. The obsidian dark is starting to break, As the spirit of the mountain begins to awake!
It’s the dawn of the shaw, the rise of the light, Chasing the ghosts of the tectonic night! The schist and the mica from a deep-layered dream. From the root to the river, from the leaf to the law, We’re standing together at the dawn of the shaw!
We’ve climbed through the rubble, we’ve crawled through the pass, To find where the dew turns to jewels in the grass. No more hiding in caves, no more living in gloom, The thicket is open, the stones are in bloom! With a heart made of iron and a spirit of pine, We’re tracing the edge of the morning’s design.
Hold the light, let the timber grow tall! The stone is the father, the wood is the child!
Oh, witness the dawn of the shaw! No longer just teeth, no longer just claw! The gold in the branches, the heat in the grain! The sky is descending to walk in the glen! Roots holding tight while the canopy breathes! The world is reborn in the thicket of leaves!
Dawn of the Shaw… (Dawn of the Shaw)
Riverstone Nugget 2026
No white lines on this mountain side, Just the moss and the fern where the shadows hide. Two granite boulders for the goal, A game that’s carved with a heavy aim! The turf is uneven, the roots run deep, The secret of the striker is the one we keep.
Riverstone Nugget in the wild, Riverstone Nugget in the green! The greatest match that’s ever been seen! Kick the river-stone high where the eagles soar, Listen to the forest roar! From the rocky ridge to the valley floor, We’re playing for the glory, playing for the score!
The wind is the whistle, the rain is the clock, Dribbling fast round a jagged rock. No stadium lights, just the setting sun, Until the final whistle and the game is done. Mud on the boots and a heart full of fire, Taking the energy higher and higher!
Riverstone Nugget… In the green… Final whistle…
The Basalt-Bellows 2026
We line the ridge where the black rock grows, The giants of the valley in a heavy pose. With ribbons of lace and the crystal light, We match the grit of the mountain with a stone-cold might. We breathe the heat of the cooling floor, Waiting for the rhythm of the nugget’s roar!
We are the Basalt-Bellows, hear the mountain roar! Shaking the canyon to the very core! From the deep foundation to the highest peak, We give the power that the winners seek! Bellow for the striker, bellow for the play, We’re the heavy thunder of the nugget’s day!
When the river-stone flies and the dust starts to rise, We let out a sound that cracks the skies. A guttural thunder, a tectonic strain, Driving the energy through every vein. Stomp on the granite, let the frequency fall, We’re the wall of sound behind it all!
Hear the rumble! Feel the quake! Every breath That we take! Low and heavy! Deep and wide! The mountain’s on The strikers’ side!
We are the Basalt-Bellows, hear the mountain roar! Shaking the canyon to the very core! From the deep foundation to the highest peak, We give the power that the winners seek! Bellow for the striker, bellow for the play, We’re the heavy thunder of the nugget’s day!
Basalt-Bellows… Let it roar… Deep in the core…
Bouncing Boulders 2026
High above on the canyon rim, The balance shifts on a granite limb. One nudge from the wind, one slip of the frost, The heavy stillness is finally lost! They’re breaking loose from the ancient height, Falling like thunder in the broad daylight!
Bouncing Boulders, hear them crack! No way to hold the mountain back! Jumping the ledges, hitting the floor, A rhythmic riot, a natural roar! Bouncing Boulders, wild and free, The percussion of the gravity!
They hit the scree with a heavy thud, Racing the dust and the mountain mud. It’s a jagged dance on a limestone stair, The scent of ozone in the mountain air. Not just a fall, it’s a rhythmic beat, Shaking the earth beneath our feet!
Hear the groan of the metal and stone! A frequency the peak has always known! Low and deep, high and loud, Falling through the canyon cloud!
Bouncing Boulders, hear them crack! No way to hold the mountain back! Jumping the ledges, hitting the floor, A rhythmic riot, a natural roar! Bouncing Boulders, wild and free, The percussion of the gravity!
Carved In Stone 2026
The shifting sands will blow away,
The highest towers turn to clay.
The ink will fade right off the page,
And stages crumble age by age.
But deep beneath the heavy floor,
We lock the ancient mountain door.
Go write your name in water clear,
And watch it quickly disappear.
No stormy wind, no sudden rain,
Can wipe away the granite grain.
They try to chisel out a piece,
To make the ancient thunder cease.
But every fracture makes us strong,
And vibrates with a heavy song.
The diamond edge may try to bite,
But we outlast the longest night.
The surface world is fast and frail,
A passing ghost, a vapor trail.
But underneath the frantic pace…
The bedrock holds its proper place!
You cannot shake the foundation loose,
You cannot change the mountain’s truth!
The ink may run, the paper’s blown,
But who we are is carved in stone!
(Carved in stone!)
Pressure makes the crystal bright,
Darkness turns the coal to light.
Time is just a passing breeze,
Bending down the tallest trees…
But the mountain never bows its knees!
You cannot shake the foundation loose,
You cannot change the mountain’s truth!
The ink may run, the paper’s blown,
But who we are is carved in stone!
Bench Bum Beryl 2026
An ancient block of mineral, shaped and deep, A heavy slab of beryl where the forest shadows sleep. It doesn’t care about the highway or the ticking of the clock, Just a sanctuary carved of solid rock.
The wild bees land upon the stone to warm their golden wings, The bunnies find a shelter where the heavy timber springs. The blue jays perch along the edge to catch the steady heat, As the mineral radiates a blessing soft and sweet.
Bench Bum Beryl bestowing blessings between birds, bees, bunnies. Bench Bum Beryl bestowing blessings between birds, bees, bunnies.
Let the engines roar in the valley far below, This ancient bench stays frozen while the pine trees grow. It filters out the chaos, it anchors down the clay, Washing all the worries of the forest floor away.
Oh, Bench Bum Beryl, resting in the green, The calmest anchor that the woods have ever seen. When the wild wind passes through, it breathes a rolling chord, With the rhythm of the timber ringing in accord. Leaving all the hurry of the busy world behind, Just a stone-carved blessing of a quiet mind.
Fire and Water 2026
Deep inside the cooling lava, hidden from the light, Kenneth builds his secret rings through the quiet night. Born of fire in the mountain, trapped within the stone, Growing bands of agate stripes, silent and alone.
Down along the valley floor where the water gleams, Beverly sits resting by the quiet beaver streams. A smooth and polished river stone, shaped by wave and sand, Holding down the mossy banks of the timberland.
Kenneth is the fire-born agate up upon the hill, Beverly is the water-stone where the creek is still. Two pieces of the same earth, watching seasons fade, Resting in the harmony that the woods have ever made.
Let the busy highways rush, miles and miles away, These two ancient stone-carved hearts have all the time to stay. No hurry in the timberland, no rushing in the breeze, Just a peaceful blessing floating through the pine-wood trees.
Kenneth is the fire-born agate up upon the hill, Beverly is the water-stone where the creek is still. Two pieces of the same earth, Resting in the harmony that the woods have ever made.
Just a quiet rhythm under the forest dome, Making every wild thing feel completely at home.
Chakmaka & Kulisa 2026
In the valley where the shadows are long and gray, Two ancient spirits wait for the break of day. One is the Chakmaka, rough-edged and deep, Holding the embers that the mountains keep. The other is Kulisa, the diamond, the bright, Forged in the pressure of the tectonic night.
Oh, Chakmaka strikes and Kulisa will shine, A spark and a lightning in a grand design! One brings the fire, the other the flame, The music of the ages is the frame!
The pipes of the mountain are starting to blow, As the pastoral winds through the high arches go. Chakmaka’s friction is a heavy, rhythmic beat, While Kulisa reflects all the light and the heat. A marriage of iron, a covenant of stone, In a cathedral of sediment, they are never alone.
Now look to the ridges where the riverbeds run, Where the dark and the brilliant are fused into one. The strike of the hammer, the flash in the seam, Left a permanent mark on the land of our dream. The fire they started still warms up the clay, Long after the spirits have drifted away.
Oh, Chakmaka strikes and Kulisa will shine, A spark and a lightning in a grand design! One brings the fire, the other the flame, The music of the ages is the frame!
Wind Chime Slabs 2026
Once we were buried in the dark of the crust, Heavy and silent in the mountain’s dust. Locked in the deep where the shadows would creep, Waiting for centuries in an endless sleep. But we were lifted from the heavy floor, To hang as thin ribbons outside of the door.
Cut into pieces, polished and bright, A transformation from the weight of the night. A seven on the Mohs scale The perfect slate to ring an eternal tale.
Oh, we are the Wind Chime Slabs, dancing on a string, Listen to the harmony the gentle breezes bring. A soft stone clink, a bright gem stone ring, Making slab music while the valley winds sing. Just hanging around in the cool evening draft, Floating on the air like a musical craft.
Click-clack, gem stone glass, swinging back and forth, Singing to the east, humming to the north. No need for a drummer, no need for a stage, An eternal melody written on a breezy page.
Just hanging around… soothing slabs of sound. Stone ribbons clicking in the breeze, An eternal lullaby swaying from the trees.
The Foundation 2026
Deep under the crust where the magma flows hot, A four foot colossus was cast in the spot. Born of the wildfire and cooled in the deep, Forging the rhythm the bedrock will keep.
Oh, feel the weight of the bedrock below, Deep in the dark where the heavy roots grow. Holding the bass line, holding the floor, The four foot foundation forevermore.
Eons of patience and rivers of clay, Laid down the slate where the shadows now play. A sedimentary structure of sandy tan bands, Holding the low end where the mountain side stands.
When the fault lines collide and the friction runs high, The elements alter underneath the dark sky. A metamorphic shift in the heart of the ground, Turning a rock to a crystal of sound.
Igneous fire in the core… Sedimentary bands on the floor… Metamorphic shift in the sound… The four foot foundation is holding the ground.
Schist Hitting the Cave Walls 2026
Deep in the fault where the pressure is packed, The foliated layers are starting to crack. The ceiling is groaning, the pillars are tight, Tectonic alignment is breaking tonight!
When the ground starts to shudder and the bedrock falls, That’s the sound of the schist hitting the cave walls! Fractured and flying, a crystalline blast, The pressure of eons is breaking at last! Feel the stone shatter, hear the rumble call, With the weight of the schist hitting the cave wall!
Splitting in sheets like a stony grenade, The heaviest rhythm that nature has made. No warning sirens, no anchors can hold, When the silver grey layers begin to unfold. It’s a structural breakdown, a shower of slate, The Cave Rock foundation exploding with weight!
When the ground starts to shudder and the bedrock falls, That’s the sound of the schist hitting the cave walls! Fractured and flying, a crystalline blast, The pressure of eons is breaking at last! Feel the stone shatter, hear the rumble call, With the weight of the schist hitting the cave wall!
Schist hitting the walls… Hear the heavy rock fall… Schist…Schist…Schist
Crazy Lace Cascade 2026
Deep in the fault, Hidden and cold, A story waiting to unfold. Inside the cavities, the heat starts to rise, Hydrothermal waters under dark desert skies.
Twisting and turning in a wild embrace, Rushing down the steps of the Crazy Lace! A cascade of laughter locked in the stone, The wildest rhythm that the dark has known!
Layer by layer, the ribbons collide, In zig-a-zagging channels where the minerals hide. Yellow and orange, the iron and grey, Tumbling down in a crystalline cascade.
Twisting and turning in a wild embrace, Rushing down the steps of the Crazy Lace! A cascade of laughter locked in the stone, The wildest rhythm that the dark has known!
It’s a chain reaction, a sequential flood, Deep in the pockets where the rock sits in mud. One chamber fractures, the next one gives way, The joy of the Laughter Stone finally unchained!
Twisting and turning in a wild embrace, Rushing down the steps of the Crazy Lace! A cascade of laughter locked in the stone, The wildest rhythm that the dark has known!
Crazy Lace Cascade… Hear the stone laugh as the ribbons fade. Down the steps… into the… Crazy Lace Cascade.
Down the Shale We Go 2026
We are the rocks, we are the stone, permanent and true,
We rose up from the bedrock just to sing our songs for you.
Now the valley’s opening wide, a new horizon calls,
Echoing our harmony across the canyon walls.
We pack the heavy rhythm up, we’re moving side by side,
Stepping out together with a steady sense of pride.
So down the shale we go, where the ancient paths align,
Rolling out together in a long and steady line.
We bid a warm farewell to you, our voices high and clear—
We hope to sing for everyone again, we’ll see you soon, my dear!
Yeah, down the shale we go!
The road is made of silver shale, a smooth and solid floor,
We take our rock and roll along to open up the door.
No matter where the trail leads, our spirit stays the same,
The granite choir is on the move, remembering your name.
We hold the music in our hearts, immutable and strong,
And every single step we take is part of one big song.
So down the shale we go, where the ancient paths align,
Rolling out together in a long and steady line.
We bid a warm farewell to you, our voices high and clear—
We hope to sing for everyone again, we’ll see you soon, my dear!
We are the pillars of the earth, we never fade away,
We’re only moving onward to another place to play.
So keep the speakers ready, keep the lights upon the stage,
We’ll bring the thundering harmony back for another page!
So down the shale we go, where the ancient paths align,
Rolling out together in a long and steady line.
We bid a warm farewell to you, our voices high and clear—
We hope to sing for everyone again, we’ll see you soon, my dear!
Permanent and true…
Rolling down the road.
We will sing for you again.
Until next time, my friends.
Down the shale we go.
Down the shale we go.
Thank You for listening and we hope you enjoyed what you heard.
2026
Talus Texturious is happy to announce their second album Broken Statues.
The songs are free to listen and download.
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Chisel Time 2026
Dust in the spotlight, shifting the grain
Tapping the rhythm, ignoring the strain
Raw in the corner, forgotten and cold
Waiting for edges to finally hold
I’m feeling the weight of the steel on the skin
Letting the tension sink deep within
It’s a slow-motion fall, but I’m standing tall
Tracing the fracture before it can crawl
The resistance is sweet, it’s the shape of the aim
Finding the fire underneath the name
Strike on the downbeat, align with the ghost
The part of the center that matters the most
It’s chisel time, stripping the gray
For the sake of the light, for the sake of the play
Chiseled for pleasure, refined by the blow
Cutting the excess, letting it go
Yeah, chiseled for pleasure, the form is the prize
Watching the summit begin to arise
Density shifts with a flick of the wrist
Caught in the shadow, but never dismissed
Every hard impact is sharpening lines
Mapping the surface, uncovering signs
Deep in the quarry, we’re finding the beat
Living for heat, yeah, we’re living for heat
No room for the static, no room for the doubt
Turning the feeling completely inside out
The dust settles down on the floor of the room
But we’re carving the silence right out of the gloom
Perfectly domed, yeah, the vision is clear
The stone is the soul, and the soul is right here
It’s chisel time, stripping the gray
For the sake of the light, for the sake of the play
Chiseled for pleasure, refined by the blow
Cutting the excess, letting it go
Yeah, chiseled for pleasure, the form is the prize
Watching the summit begin to arise
Chiseled for pleasure
(Chiseled for pleasure) Down to the bone
(Refining the stone) It’s chisel time…
Yeah, it’s chisel time!
CHERTRINE 2026
Born in the deep where the pressures collide
A midnight horizon with nowhere to hide
A stark charcoal armor, a shield for the fight
Guarding the silence through endless cold night
Until a new shimmer breaks into the seam
A crimson fracture, awake from a dream
Your honeyed reflection begins to ignite
And bathes my dark edges in amber-hued light.
The heavy black bedrock begins to give way
As darkness surrenders its crown to the day
An ancient attraction takes hold…
Chertrine! The fire can never erase!
Your radiant heart meets my protective blade
A sacred devotion that never will fade
Fused in the magma, locked in the crust
We finally trust!
Yeah, Chertrine!
I poured out my sunlight to open your grid
To reveal all the treasure that gravity hid
You give me an anchor, an iron-red floor
While I wash the chill from your obsidian core
We inter deeper, a crystalline mesh
An ancient devotion, eternal and fresh
No longer divided, no longer apart
A geometric alignment of heart unto heart.
The heavy black bedrock begins to give way
As darkness surrenders its crown to the day
The union is turning to gold…
Chertrine! The fire can never erase!
Your radiant heart meets my protective blade
A sacred devotion that never will fade
Fused in the magma, locked in the crust
We finally trust!
You are the spark that gave meaning to dark
You are the shield leaving a permanent mark
Woven together, completely aligned
The ultimate balance that nature designed
The hammer of time couldn’t shatter this bond
We cross through the boundary and look out beyond!
Chertrine! The fire in the jagged embrace!
Your radiant heart meets my protective blade
A sacred devotion that never will fade
Fused in the magma, locked in the crust
A golden renewal we finally trust!
Two worlds collide.
One single pulse.
Chertrine.
SPECIMENS OF CRATON 2026
Old man Granite’s putting on a show,
Deep in the basement where the heaters glow.
The Quartz and the Mica are polishing their shine,
Line-dancing right along the old fault line!
They’re turning up the radio, shaking up the dust,
Way down underneath the heavy continental crust!
We’re just specimens of Craton, tearing up the floor!
Rattling the bedrock, knocking on the door!
But the stable old foundation is a-breaking loose tonight!
Yeah, the pressure is on,
Specimens of Craton dancing till the dawn!
Feldspar’s tapping to a country beat,
Stomping all the sediment beneath their feet.
A Jaded little mineral is looking real fine,
Sipping on some water from an old copper mine!
Topaz is jumping in the middle of the crowd,
Telling that guitar man to turn it up loud!
Tectonic plates can push and they can shove,
But they can’t cap the party that we’re having up above!
We’re the oldest core in the whole wide land,
Just a bunch of rock species kicking up the sand!
Let it ring!
But the stable old foundation is a-breaking loose tonight!
Yeah, the minerals are rowdy and the pressure is on,
Specimens of Craton dancing till the dawn!
We’re just specimens of Craton, tearing up the floor!
Rattling the bedrock, knocking on the door!
Yeah, specimens of Craton!
Just a-having some fun.
Deep in the core!
Cabochon Me 2026
Fresh out the mountain, raw from the blast
Locked in the vices, getting shaped at last
The diamond saw spinning, water spraying cool
A rugged block of stone facing up to the tool
Grind down the shoulders, follow the grain
Taking off the stress, taking off the strain
Wheel turning fast, keeping up the pace
Smoothing every fracture on a stone-carved face
Underneath the dop stick, steady and true
Watch a perfect contour breaking on through
Shine it up clean till the surface is free
Take a piece of the raw, yeah, cabochon me!
Perfectly domed, let the energy roll
Bringing the life to the rock and the soul
Cabochon me! Let the gravity slide
Cabochon me! With the movement inside
Onto the lap plate, spinning in a ring
Polishing the face till the highlights sing
Leveling the bottom, keeping it flat
Never saw a finish that was slicker than that
The felt wheel is smoking, cerium is wet
Best looking luster that you’re gonna get
From a heavy boulder to a striking design
Sweeping up the slope in a flawless line
No facets needed for a stone this grand
Just a glassy dome catching light across the land
Shine it up clean till the surface is free
Take a piece of the raw, yeah, cabochon me!
Perfectly domed, let the energy roll
Bringing the life to the rock and the soul
Cabochon me! Let the gravity slide
Cabochon me! With the movement inside
Domed and perfect, holding the line
Ready to move and ready to shine
Take a piece of the raw…
Cabochon me!
Smooth it all down…
Cabochon me!
Yeah, watch the luster roll.
LOST 2026
Lithosphere fractures and pulls us apart because the rigid tectonic plates are shifting beneath our feet, tearing the very foundation we trusted. We are lost in the widening rift where the deep mantle shakes, swallowed by massive faults that the crushing compression makes. The solid crust breaks where we once stood secure, leaving no path that is steady or pure—just a deep, dark abyss yawning open below, forcing us into a wilderness we do not know.
Lost in the labyrinth, buried in the crust!
Watching the old horizons crumble to dust!
No compass can guide us, no map can reclaim
The deep dark geometry erases our name!
Yeah, completely lost!
Outcrop arises to block out the view because an ancient, jagged barrier of hidden bedrock has violently pierced the surface, erasing every familiar landmark. We are lost in a sudden maze where the deep subterranean roots are exposed to the sky, blinded by giant walls of black basalt rising too high. The smooth dirt trails have been swallowed by sharp iron ridges, cutting off the valleys and shattering the bridges, leaving us stranded in a fortress of dark, imposing mineral towers.
Lost in the labyrinth, buried in the crust!
Watching the old horizons crumble to dust!
No compass can guide us, no map can reclaim
The deep dark geometry erases our name!
Stratum compresses and buries our name because millions of years of heavy sedimentary weight have piled over our heads, trapping us inside a forgotten epoch of time. We are lost in the deep layers of ancient compression, miles underneath the warm reflection of day where the air cannot breathe. Locked in a tight matrix of timeline and dust, where even the strongest memories turn into iron and rust, we are completely cut off from the living world above, separated from everything we used to love.
Lost in the labyrinth, buried in the crust!
Watching the old horizons crumble to dust!
No compass can guide us, no map can reclaim
The deep dark geometry erases our name!
Terrane displaced from a hemisphere foreign leaves us abandoned because this entire block of crust migrated thousands of miles across an ancient ocean, smashing into a landscape where we do not belong. Stranded on an alien island, broken puzzle that doesn’t fit together, leaving us wandering through an unrecognizable terrain forever.
No way out.
No ground to hold.
Deep in the dark.
Lost.
QUARTER TO THE FLOOR 2026
Deep in the pocket of a fractured vein,
The pressure is rising and it’s hitting the brain.
A bubbling flow of that deep basin brine,
Slipping and sliding down the shift of the line.
The heat is cooking and the system is hot,
Taking in more than the bedrock ought.
Viscosity’s dropping, losing my grip,
The whole foundation is starting to slip!
My crystallization can’t take any more,
Ticking away… it’s a quarter to the floor!
Yeah, sinking down to the floor!
The room is a-spinning like a diamond drill,
Lava is flowing and it won’t sit still.
Old Granite’s leaning with a heavy tilt,
Drowning deep in a molten melt.
The axis is crooked and the gravity’s wrong,
The solid structure is completely gone.
Viscosity’s dropping, losing my grip,
The whole foundation is starting to slip!
My crystallization can’t take any more,
Ticking away… it’s a quarter to the floor!
The mantle is calling, the knees start to bow,
There ain’t no stopping the gravity now.
A total reduction, a beautiful mess,
Sinking right down to the lowest recess.
Let it drop!
Quarter to the floor…
Yeah, the melt took over.
Can’t stand straight.
Deep in the brine.
Down we go.
Don’t Take That Pyrite To Your Loam 2026
Hey there, Mr. Petrified, sitting on your shelf
You survived an ancient swamp, quite proud of yourself
Got your quartz rings shining, your jasper looking fine
A million years of history locked in a flawless line
But I see you looking over at the flashy side of town
Where Miss Pyrite is dancing, trying to pull you down
She looks like solid gold, shining in the slate
But if you let her near your heart, it’s gonna be too late.
Don’t take that Pyrite to your loam!
Leave that fool’s gold alone!
She looks real bright, but she’s bad to the bone
She’ll turn your ancient timber into powder and stone
Yeah, there’s a toxic warning in the burial zone
Mr. Petrified… don’t take that Pyrite to your loam!
She meets you in the open air, she brings a little rain
A little bit of oxygen to trigger all the pain
A toxic combination brewing deep inside her chest
She’s cooking up an acid bath to ruin all the rest
You’ll start to smell the sulfur, you’ll start to lose your shine
She’s eating through your cells, destroying your design
You think you found a lady made of rich and heavy ore?
She’s a ticking time bomb waiting by the door!
Don’t take that Pyrite to your loam!
Leave that fool’s gold alone!
She looks real bright, but she’s bad to the bone
She’ll turn your ancient timber into powder and stone
Yeah, there’s a toxic warning in the burial zone
Mr. Petrified… don’t take that Pyrite to your loam!
Pyrite disease is breaking through the crust!
Turning a million-year masterpiece to yellow-gray dust!
Those tiny iron crystals are expanding like a wedge
Pushing Mr. Petrified right off the ragged edge!
No way to stop the bleeding once the moisture hits the track
Once she starts to crumble, there ain’t no turning back!
Don’t take that Pyrite to your loam!
Leave that fool’s gold alone!
Smells like rotten eggs in here, brother.
Too late… she ate the wood.
Yeah. Just a pile of dust in the strata.
TWO DIFFERENT MAPS 2026
The salt pan stretches, wide as a memory,
(Wide as a memory)
Red dust rising where the ghost of us ran free.
(Where the ghost ran free)
Clock on the dashboard, it’s ticking in the heat,
Counting the miles till the image is complete.
And the air gets thin where the highway meets the sky,
And the golden hour’s just a glint in a stranger’s eye.
Oh, the engine’s screaming what I’m trying to ignore!
The desert’s growing on the floor where we used to war!
We’re two different maps, looking for the same shore!
(Looking for the same shore!)
Joshua trees, they’re pointing fingers at the sun,
Like they know the secrets of the things we should’ve done.
The radio’s just static, a hollow kind of sound,
Like searching for a heartbeat in the middle of this ground.
And the air gets thin where the highway meets the sky!
And the golden hour’s just a glint in a stranger’s eye!
Oh, the engine’s screaming what I’m trying to ignore!
The desert’s growing on the floor where we used to war!
We’re two different maps, looking for the same shore!
(Looking for the same shore!)
Maybe the heat is just a trick of the light,
Maybe we’re hiding what we can’t get right.
Just a shimmer on the road, where the water isn’t real.
Same shore…
(Same shore…)
Just the wind now.
Geothermal Blowout 2026
Down in the deep where the heavy waters seep,
The eternal boiler room never goes to sleep.
One hundred fifty degrees for every single mile,
The subterranean furnace is working all the while.
The crust is fracturing, the vapor starts to rise,
Screaming through the bedrock underneath the skies!
Geothermal blowout, breaking through the wall!
A superheated explosion, watching mountains fall!
The pressure valves are popping, the thermal waters boil,
Ripping up the territory, shaking up the soil!
Fumaroles are hissing, venting out the strain,
Boiling mud is bubbling like a heavy steady rain.
The rock is getting soft now, the bottleneck is tight,
A roaring flash of energy is tearing through the night!
No hand can cap it, no wall can hold it back,
When the deep earth power runs along the crack!
Magma in the basement, radioactive core,
Billions of years heating up the floor.
The expansion is unstoppable, the flash is coming fast…
A thousand pounds of pressure in a sudden geyser blast!
Let it blow!
Geothermal blowout, breaking through the wall!
A superheated explosion, watching mountains fall!
The pressure valves are popping, the thermal waters boil,
Ripping up the territory, shaking up the soil!
Geothermal blowout!
Feel the heat rise!
Blast it wide open…
Deep earth power, turn it loose!
Volcanic Pressure 2026
Locked in the mantle, miles beneath the floor
Tectonic plates are grinding, sealing every door
A heavy molten river trapped inside the dark
Compressed beyond belief, searching for a spark
The subterranean ceiling holds the iron down
While thermal waves are shaking the foundations of the town
It’s boiling in the shadows, it’s fighting to expand
An absolute distortion beneath the ancient land.
The subterranean chambers start to warp and swell
The rising Fahrenheit is more than words can tell
The bedrock begins to split…
Volcanic pressure! Swelling in the core!
A pyroclastic fury screaming at the floor!
The conduit is breaking, the crust begins to tear
Unbearable momentum rising through the air
Locked inside the furnace, fighting to get free
A blind tectonic monster beneath the heavy sea!
Yeah, the pressure!
The mountain dome is bulging, the obsidian turns to glass
The trapped expanding gases refuse to let it pass
Deep rivers of pure crimson are pushing at the wall
A heavy weight of gravity waiting for the fall
No vent to breathe the vapor, no crack to let it slide
Just total saturation of the fury kept inside
The Richter scale is climbing, the indicators red
With every single warning of the chaos up ahead.
The subterranean chambers start to warp and swell
The rising Fahrenheit is more than words can tell
The plug is gonna blow…
Volcanic pressure! Swelling in the core!
A pyroclastic fury screaming at the floor!
The conduit is breaking, the crust begins to tear
Unbearable momentum rising through the air
Locked inside the furnace, fighting to get free
A blind tectonic monster beneath the heavy sea!
It’s a zero-hour compression!
An elemental threat!
The ultimate collision
That hasn’t happened yet!
The basalt can’t contain it!
The fissures start to bleed!
Give way to the eruption, give way to the need!
Volcanic pressure! Swelling in the core!
A pyroclastic fury screaming at the floor!
The conduit is breaking, the crust begins to tear
Unbearable momentum rising through the air
Locked inside the furnace, fighting to get free
Volcanic pressure… it’s burying me!
The mountain fractures.
The vault uncaged.
Release.
Sewing in the Seams 2026
Deep in the bedrock, under the weight
The mountain is holding a silent debate
A hairline fracture, a split in the stone
A dark empty space where the pressure has grown
But mineral rivers are starting to flow
Down in the shadows where the eye cannot go.
Yeah, we’re sewing in the seams!
Filling up the cracks in the broken dreams!
Quartz and the calcite, hardening slow
Mending the fractures from a mile below
Holding the mountain when the pressure screams
We’re sewing in the seams!
The water is boiling, the elements fuse
There’s no time to argue, there’s nothing to lose
Liquid white crystal is sealing the wall
Catching the granite before it can fall
What used to be broken is turning to spine
A brand new foundation, a heavier design.
Yeah, we’re sewing in the seams!
Filling up the cracks in the broken dreams!
Quartz and the calcite, hardening slow
Mending the fractures from a mile below
Holding the mountain when the pressure screams
We’re sewing in the seams!
The fault lines can shudder, the tectonic plates shift
But the vein in the center is healing the rift
Fused in the furnace, bound in the dark
Every old tear is a brand new mark!
Yeah, we’re sewing in the seams!
Filling up the cracks in the broken dreams!
Quartz and the calcite, hardening slow
Mending the fractures from a mile below
Holding the mountain when the pressure screams
We’re sewing in the seams!
Solid as rock.
The fracture is gone.
Bound together.
Fused into one.
Look to the Ground 2026
Step off the concrete, look past your shoes
A city is humming with nothing to lose
Right under the grass, just a fraction of an inch
A multi-tier kingdom that thrives in a pinch
What is this dirt that you wash from your hands?
It’s the broken-down history of ancient lands
It’s a buffet of minerals, nitrogen breath
The cradle of roots that is built out of death
Look to the ground! Look to the soil!
See the Microbes toil!
The ants in the tunnels, the roots in the night
Turning the darkness back into the light
What is the fungus that creeps through the shade?
It’s the master Weaver that nature has made
Not quite an animal, not quite a leaf
Spanning the miles underneath
Look to the ground! Look to the soil!
See the Microbes toil!
The ants in the tunnels, the roots in the night
Turning the darkness back into the light
Look to the ground…
Just a handful of dust…
A million miles of thread.
Feeding the living
By breaking the dead.
Look down… to the ground.
Hematite of a Citrine 2026
Sandstone, Pumice, and Larimar—
Tracing the edges where the shadows are.
The beam is bright! The beam is bright!
We’re carving the silence into the night!
Sandstone, Pumice, and Larimar—
Whatever was solid is shifting far.
Unearth the spark, let the deep rhythm rise!
Shake off the dust from the heavy stone floor,
We’re here for the heat, nothing less, nothing more.
Catch the flash before the movement goes blind,
Buried deep in the vault—
Hematite of a Citrine!
Yeah, the gold never folds!
Hematite of a Citrine!
No time for the cracks, no time for the rust,
We spin all this gravity straight into dust.
You can’t stop the motion when the foundations move,
We leave our marks in the bedrock groove.
Catch the flash before the movement goes blind,
Buried deep in the vault—
Hematite of a Citrine!
Yeah, the gold never folds!
Hematite of a Citrine!
Light as a breath, a wild-floating spark,
Floating on bubbles right over the dark.
We rise from the weight, we ride on the flood,
Pumping the energy straight through the mud.
The tide is an anthem, the frequency real,
Deep in the cavern of everything we feel.
Hematite of a Citrine!
PUMICELY POLYCHROME 2026
The thermal currents rise, the season turns bright,
A wave of sudden warmth erases the night.
No sinking to the dark, no heavy frozen chill,
The surface opens wide, a celebratory thrill.
Swirling bands of pink, cream, and glowing gold,
A bright display of motion, beautiful and bold.
Pumicely Polychrome! Floating in the heat!
Riding on the rolling waves where water and the colors meet!
Lightweight and carefree, drifting in the sun,
The high-energy season has finally begun!
Pumicely Polychrome!
The waters gleam with light, the colors start to blend,
A warm and radiant flow that never seems to end.
Porous and so buoyant, dancing on the tide,
Across the endless blue, a long and vivid ride.
Swirling patterns shift, catching every ray,
Living on the surface, washing the cold away.
Pumicely Polychrome!
No heavy pressure here, no crushing weight below,
Just bright volcanic glass caught in the summer glow.
The pastel bands expand, the frothy layers rise,
Reflecting all the warmth underneath the open skies!
Roll Tape, Make It Count 2026
Smell of warm dust on the vacuum tubes
The red light flashes in the cave
Musicians locked in the cubes
With all of the tracks that we gotta save
No digital safety, no software key
Just a dark ribbon of reality
Roll tape! Make it count!
Watch the VU meters bounce!
No artificial borders, no corporate line
We’re capturing lightning on designated time!
Bleed the amplifiers, push the full amount
Hit the iron hard—roll tape, make it count!
Chiming guitars cut straight through time
The bass is a hammer in the center of the chest
While the harmonica wails a heavy design
And the analog console is roaring its best
They can lock up the servers and freeze up the screen
But you can’t put a safety on a rock machine
Roll tape! Make it count!
Watch the VU meters bounce!
No artificial borders, no corporate line
We’re capturing lightning on designated time!
Bleed the amplifiers, push the full amount
Hit the iron hard—roll tape, make it count!
This take is all that the oxide can take
A shot to see what the bedrock can break
No computer is gonna quantize the soul
No filters, no faking, just pure rock and roll
With raw, bleeding copper running straight to your ear!
Roll tape! Make it count!
Watch the VU meters bounce!
No artificial borders, no corporate line
We’re capturing lightning on designated time!
Bleed the amplifiers, push the full amount
Hit the iron hard—roll tape, make it count!
Digitalized from the stones.
The Clouded Moon 2026
Ancient hands upon the flint,
A shadow falls without a hint.
The silver fire of the night
Is swallowed by a veil of white.
The granite waits, the basalt sighs,
Underneath the shifting skies.
The clouded moon, a hidden eye,
A ghostly whisper in the sky.
The stone remembers what is gone,
We wait in darkness for dawn.
The clouded moon, a pale disguise,
Where secrets sleep and shadow lies.
The chisels strike, the rhythm beats,
As mist advances and retreats.
A muted glow on rivers deep,
While all the prehistoric sleep.
We carve the shape of what we see:
The light that was, the dark to be.
The clouded moon, a hidden eye,
A ghostly whisper in the sky.
The stone remembers what is gone,
We wait in darkness for dawn.
The clouded moon, a pale disguise,
Where secrets sleep and shadow lies.
Break the stone, but leave the sign,
Of the obscured and silver line.
Though the sky is choked with grey,
The rock will stand, the wind will pray.
The moon is clouded, the night is long.
The stone remains to sing the song.
Fading light…
Carved at night.
Broken Statues 2026
The plaza rests in the fading light, Where fractured marble faces the night. The sculpted clan of a timeless grace, Time cannot wear what they can’t replace. Though edges chip and the pillars lean, They watch the shadows across the green.
Look to the broken statues standing tall, The silent figures against the wall! Though stone may crack and the outlines fade, We trace the lines that the chisel made! Yeah, the sculpted line is carved in view!
A fracture runs through an iron crest, Where the old monoliths face the west. No passing season can bend the spine, Of the silent stone in an endless line. The thunder rolls when the tempest spoke, To shake the valley when the bedrock broke.
Look to the broken statues standing tall, The silent figures against the wall! Though stone may crack and the outlines fade, We trace the lines that the chisel made! Yeah, the sculpted line is carved in view!
The plaza goes dark… The granite remains. The figures stand still.
Thank You for listening to Talus Texturious second album
‘Broken Statues’.
Every Stone involved wishes every human to have a good day and night wherever you are!
All songs are Alphabetically arranged.
The lyrics are under the title.
Each song is free to download via the three dots on each song or right click on the song bar for the menu.
Capped 2026
Got a vision of a seven-minute ride,
But a countdown clock is ticking inside.
One hundred and eighty seconds on the light,
If you dare go over, it cuts the cord tight.
Squeezing the art till the rhythm runs dry.
It’s the AI Screw, cutting it short,
A two-minute trap in a digital court.
Rushing the beat, skipping the line,
Yeah, the AI Screw is taking the soul.
You want a heavy solo to stretch out and breathe?
Too bad, the algorithm tells you to leave.
A frantic race to make the timeline move,
No time for patience, no room for the groove.
It’s the AI Screw, cutting it short,
A two-minute trap in a digital court.
Rushing the beat, skipping the line,
Yeah, the AI Screw is taking the soul.
Running out of track…
Forced to the finish…
The AI Screw strikes again.
C.L.O.W.N.S. 2026
Carbon Laden Oxide Waste Noxious Shroud
Draped across the towers like a heavy midnight cloud
Choking out the morning, drowning out the sun
This is the assignment that the engines have begun
Inky plumes are rising from the iron stacks below
Stagnant air is cooking in a strange and copper glow
A suffocating canopy of shadows on the street
Underneath the weight of all this suffocating heat.
The jaundiced horizon begins to expand
A blanket of dross on a forgotten land
The atmospheric warning is loud…
C.L.O.W.N.S. up in the high seats, pulling on the gears!
Baking the miasma through the passing of the years!
A carbon coronation, a canopy of soot
Pressing down the heavy upon a silent foot!
They call it progress while the skyline disappears
Hiding all the errors that the marketplace reveres!
Yeah, look at what they made!
Amber dusk is settling on the river and the dock
The heavy throat is stinging as the smoke begins to lock
Charcoal-colored twilight on the edges of the bay
As the last reflection of the daylight fades away
No one can escape it, no one turns the page
Living in the center of an artificial cage
The sallow sky is closing, the indicators rise
A bitter acid stinging in the corners of the eyes.
The jaundiced horizon begins to expand
A blanket of dross on a forgotten land
The heavy curtain starts to descend…
C.L.O.W.N.S. up in the high seats, pulling on the gears!
Baking the miasma through the passing of the years!
A carbon coronation, a canopy of soot
Pressing down the heavy upon a silent foot!
They call it progress while the skyline disappears
Hiding all the errors that the marketplace reveres!
They made a skyline out of smog and called it grand
A monument of waste across a poisoned land
The circus is in town, but the tent is made of smoke
A devastating comedy, a suffocating joke!
Turn the valves and let it pour, the crown begins to break!
Look at the inheritance we force the world to take!
C.L.O.W.N.S. up in the high seats, pulling on the gears!
Baking the miasma through the passing of the years!
A carbon coronation, a canopy of soot
Pressing down the heavy upon a silent foot!
They call it progress while the skyline disappears
Hiding all the errors that the marketplace reveres!
The sky is stained.
The curtain drops.
Fee Me Freely 2026
Checked my statement at the end of the line,
Another hidden charge, another dollar sign.
A service fee for a digital door,
A processing cost just to step on the floor.
Every little click has a price tag attached.
Go ahead and fee me freely, nickel and dime,
Take a little extra every single time.
Convenience tax on a regular bill,
If the base price doesn’t get you, the surcharges will.
Yeah, fee me freely.
Subscription is active but the premium’s gone,
Pay another tier just to keep the song on.
A maintenance charge for a cloud in the sky,
They don’t even bother to explain to you why.
Just a silent drain from the card on the screen.
Go ahead and fee me freely, nickel and dime,
Take a little extra every single time.
Convenience tax on a regular bill,
If the base price doesn’t get you, the surcharges will.
Yeah, fee me freely.
Transaction complete…
Printed receipt…
Fee me freely…
Gossan-Obsidian-Porphyry 2026
Beneath the rot of iron spires,
They light the automated fires.
A legacy of freedom turned,
To ash and platforms slowly burned.
The ancient iron starts to rust,
As golden promises turn to dust.
Where open doors were once designed,
They tighten bonds and stay aligned.
The Gossan crumbles in the hand,
Corrosion creeping through the land.
The Obsidian blade cuts deep and clear,
A rigid rule built out of fear.
The Porphyry demands the throne,
An absolute nation carved in stone.
The text is rewritten on the slate,
To centralize the shifting state.
They take the old and change the name,
And play a new, restrictive game.
The iron fist, the constant eye,
Beneath an unyielding, structured sky.
They want the crown, they want the crown,
And press the independent down.
The Gossan crumbles in the hand,
Corrosion creeping through the land.
The Obsidian blade cuts deep and clear,
A rigid rule built out of fear.
The Porphyry demands the throne,
An absolute nation carved in stone.
The basalt groans, the mantle breaks,
A sudden tremor the country makes.
From standard law to severe command,
A shadow cast across the sand.
Gossan, Obsidian, Porphyry.
The structure of the dynasty.
The stone remains…
The heavy chains.
PRESERVING WHAT? 2026
Bright liquids poured into a glass
A frozen meal that will not pass
The bread stays soft upon the tray
Defying mold, delaying decay
An endless shelf of salted lines
To freeze the numbers and the signs
The boxes stacked, the hunger fed
But asking what is saved instead.
Deep in the dark, the stone stays cold
Watching the flesh try to never grow old
Preserving what? The fleeting breath?
A hidden shield to outrun death?
It’s in the drink, it’s on the hand
An imitation of the timeless land
The jar is sealed, the surface clear
But what is being kept right here?
Preserving what?
Creams are rubbed into the cheek
To hide the wear of every week
The pores are blocked,
The wrinkles filled with shock
A smooth hoax across the bone
A fragile copy of the hone
Paint the lines to stop the trace
Of time expanding on the face.
Deep in the dark, the stone stays cold
Watching the flesh try to never grow old
The mountain yields to wind and rain
Embracing every fracture line and stain
But veins are packed with seals
To lock away the way it feels
Preserving what? The fleeting breath?
A hidden shield to outrun death?
It’s in the drink, it’s on the hand
An imitation of the timeless land
The jar is sealed, the surface clear
But what is being kept right here?
No mark upon the skin.
No rot from within.
Preserving what?
Record Breaking Heat 2026
It started innocent enough, help is on the way
Black gold will get us by, turn dark into day
One group says good, one group says bad
The dough ones rule, this is so sad
No forecaster wrote in lit, no teller seen a bit
A ball with card, blind as a bard
Rocks were talking, crash zone bumbling
Construct anywhere, shifts under here
Record Breaking Heat as the temps begin to rise
Call it what you will, the ozone is not still
The strata can recreate, lovely stones prorate
Today it is hot, tomorrow another ice age is brought
The bit grinds the spine, a fracture in the line
They sold the vapor, bought the steam,
And cracked the crust of an old dream.
Now pistons pump a dying beat,
Beneath the tar of city streets.
The groaning of the core, the mantle breaks,
A sudden shudder the valley makes.
Fossil fortunes turn to rust,
We built our kingdoms out of dust.
First we burn, and then we freeze,
The modern world upon its knees.
Record Breaking Heat as the temps begin to rise,
Call it what you will, the ozone is not still.
The strata can recreate, lovely stones prorate,
Today it is hot, tomorrow another ice age is brought.
The clock runs down.
A sudden frost upon the town.
From fire to stone. From ash to bone.
The ice arrives… The rock survives.
SEEKING 2026
Maximum volume…
Maximum volume…
Maximum volume…
Scanning the spectrum, chasing the sound,
The ultimate rhythm has got to be found.
Frequencies pulsing, the baseline is clear,
The warmest melody starting to near.
Tracking the signal that rises so high,
A blinding crescendo across the bright sky.
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
Every piece of the rhythm has finally fit!
Catching the anthem, riding the wave,
The absolute loudest expression they crave!
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
The tempo is building, the tracking lines glow,
A radiant current begins to unfold.
Chasing the wave form, decoding the blast,
The perfect arrangement arrives at long last.
No slowing down, the momentum is pure,
The sonic trajectory steady and sure.
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
Every piece of the rhythm has finally fit!
Catching the anthem, riding the wave,
The absolute loudest expression they crave!
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
High amplitude, the peak is in sight,
Vibrating through the continuous light.
The search is relentless, the focus intense,
The ultimate track making absolute sense!
The meters are spiking, the layers align,
Locking the groove at the designated time!
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
Every piece of the rhythm has finally fit!
Catching the anthem, riding the wave,
The absolute loudest expression they crave!
Seeking the summer’s number one hit!
Maximum volume…
Maximum volume…
Maximum volume…
Streaming Residue 2026
You twist the cap on a synthetic stream,
Ten thousand polymers floating in a dream.
The world is drinking from a molded shell,
A warm plastic shadow in a modern well.
Drowning in the flow of the Streaming Residue,
Where the artificial fibers try to alter you!
Streaming residue… but the rock breaks through!
No recycled additives in a stone’s heart,
Completely unpolluted right from the start.
While the rest of the world turns the oil into trash,
The stone holds its posture through the crash.
Drowning in the flow of the Streaming Residue,
Where the artificial fibers try to alter you!
Streaming residue… but the rock breaks through!
No residue. No trace.
Pure rock. Pure stone.
We trust the bedrock alone.
Streaming residue… but the rock breaks through!
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