Fifth of November (Spoken End) [Verse 1] Fireworks in the sky tonight November fifth, a grand delight Bonfires blazing bright We gather 'round, watch the light Families and friends unite Guy Fawkes burns in sight [Pre-Chorus] Sparks fly up like a comet's trail Echoes of laughter, tales the old folks tell [Chorus] Oh, remember, remember, the fifth of November When history and joy collide Bonfire Night, our hearts take flight [Verse 2] Lanterns glow, shadows play Children's faces lit up like day Marshmallows toast and fireworks display In the crisp night air, we sway Gather 'round the fire so bright Songs and stories, feel so right [Pre-Chorus] Old legends echo through the night Cheers and whispers in the fading light [Chorus] Oh, remember, remember, the fifth of November When history and joy collide Bonfire Night, our hearts take flight [Verse 3] Sparkler wands and fiery trails [Bridge] Catherine wheels spin 'round and 'round Laughter echoes, such sweet sound Crackling embers on the ground In our memories, joy is found [Chorus] Oh, remember, remember, the fifth of November When history and joy collide [Verse 3] Sparkler wands and fiery trails Moonlit nights, shared old tales Crackling fires in the autumn air Smoke curls upward, without a care [Bridge 2] Catherine wheels spin 'round and 'round Joy rides high with every sound [Spoken Word] Remember, remember, the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent To blow up the King and the Parliament!

The Ballad of the Haunted Blockchain (Verse 1) On Halloween night, under the moon, The crypto-coins rise, and they croon a tune. Whispers of wallets and digital doom, A haunted ledger in the gloom. There’s Bitcoin’s ghost with a spectral glow, And Ethereum spirits down below. They haunt the chains, these tokens rare, Beware the scams that lurk out there! (Chorus) Oh, it’s a blockchain fright, on Halloween, With spooky coins and haunted screens! Ghostly gas fees, eerie trades, In Web3’s world, where phantoms wade! (Verse 2) The NFTs dance with hollowed eyes, JPEG goblins in disguise! They sell you art, they sell you fame, But watch out, friend, it’s a ghostly game. With phantom bids and bots at play, The floor drops out, they drift away. And whispers creep through nodes and chains, Of hacked accounts and phantom gains! (Chorus) Oh, it’s a blockchain fright, on Halloween, With spooky coins and haunted screens! Ghostly gas fees, eerie trades, In Web3’s world, where phantoms wade! (Bridge) Metaverse lands in spectral hands, Phantom projects across the lands. Buy a plot, it’s all the rage, But will it last, or is it staged? A spectre crawls through every block, Waiting there, with eyes that mock. Those wallets, keys, and private codes, All winding down dark, haunted roads. (Verse 3) Now heed the tale and take your care, In Web3’s realm, tread light, beware! For every gain, there lies a trap, A rug pull’s waiting for you - snap! But if you’re brave and play it smart, There’s treasure deep in Web3’s heart. So join the dance and try your luck, But hold on tight, and don’t get stuck! (Chorus) Oh, it’s a blockchain fright, on Halloween, With spooky coins and haunted screens! Ghostly gas fees, eerie trades, In Web3’s world, where phantoms wade! (Outro) So stake your coins and hold your ground, While haunted nodes go all around. A Halloween treat, or maybe a trick, The crypto game’s both dark and slick. (Final Line) Happy haunting on the blockchain’s stream, Where nothing’s quite as it may seem!

The Algorithm Knows My Name Verse 1 She wakes before the sunrise, phone light on her face, Scrolls through tiny windows of everyone’s grace. Her fingerprints unlock more than she’ll ever see, Every choice another line in her biography. Verse 2 She whispers to a smart screen, “What should I wear today?” It answers with conviction, learned from what she’d say. Every heartbeat measured, every silence stored, Freedom in a data stream she never quite adored. Chorus She says, “If I’m not paying, someone’s paying me in kind With pieces of my memory, my habits, and my mind. But I’m learning to go quiet, to slip between the frames To live a little freer than the algorithm’s claim.” Verse 3 She starts to write her letters, ink instead of feed, Buys her own small server - plants a privacy seed. Friends log in through passwords, no ads, no watchful eyes, They trade their words for meaning, not for market ties. Bridge It’s a small rebellion, humming through the wires, A chorus built of humans, not machine desires. They share their code and stories, they learn to take it slow, Reclaiming bits of personhood the networks used to know. Final Chorus Now she’s still online, but the mirror’s hers again, The light no longer hollow, the air no longer thin. She hums, “If I’m not paying, someone used to own my name, Now I’m building places where freedom’s not a game.”