Westworld

I remember the moment clearly — the moment that forged my career, and the reason I just pushed through three doubles and a full weekend to keep the clients happy. Lyrics Let me tell ya a little story……. California sunlight through a motel screen, four years old, cross-legged on the floor, too young to understand death but old enough to understand glow. On the television, a snake split open — chrome ribs, transistor guts, tiny electric organs exposed like the future bleeding onto carpet. Something entered me there. Not fear. Recognition. I learned that monsters had circuitry. That magic could be unscrewed. That inside every machine was another smaller machine begging to be understood. Years later I would speak fluent wire and logic, summon invisible worlds from keystrokes, build cathedrals no hammer could touch, all because one dead robotic snake spilled its silver veins across a seventies movie screen. But then— Yul Brynner walked through fire. Not screaming. Not running. Burning. A man transformed into pure consequence, wrapped in orange wind, moving forward anyway. And something entered me there too. I wanted that impossible thing: to stand inside danger without flinching. To become spectacle. To become myth. To wear fear like gasoline and strike the match myself. I never became a stuntman. No credits rolling under my name, no padded falls, no fireproof gel painted on my skin under studio lights. Instead I burned differently. Deadlines. Pressure. Thirty years dissolving into screens, syntax replacing language, late nights humming electric blue while the world slept in analog. Still— the child remains. Half machine priest, half ghost rider. One eye inside the circuitry, one eye inside the flames. And sometimes I wonder if there was ever much difference between the programmer and the man on fire. #aimusic #classicrock #bluesrock #countrymusic #lyricvideo © 2026 ​⁠ @HEADNOISEMUSIC Original content created by me, with AI assistance. All rights reserved.