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Fly Into Black

Mid tempo rock song
Written and produced by John Hardman for Swamp Productions UK
Vocals & guitars by John H.
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Oh Mother! by John Hardman

WHY
Music by Overdrive & Moladoen

No AI music generation platforms (Suno, Udio, or others) were used in the creation of this track.

The vocals were created note by note in Dreamtonics' Synthesizer V Studio Pro, and the timbre was altered in SoundID's VoiceAI.

Various musical instruments are Kontakt libraries.

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We Call It Rock N Roll

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A journey through invisible scars and ghosts that never stop talking. This song was born from the need to give voice to the silence that follows an emotional wound, between sharp melodies and visceral lyrics.
"There is ash in my mouth / From all the screams I never found" - each line is a whispered or shouted confession, suspended between anger and weakness.

Intense vocals, dark atmospheres and deep lyrics blend together in a track that speaks of pain, memory and resurrection.
If you have ever loved too much, if you have ever lost yourself in the noise left by someone else, this song is for you.

🎧 Listen, share, let yourself be pierced.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

Verse 1
Numb again, I drag my skin
Through the static of your voice within
You left your ghost inside my head
Feeding on the words I never said

Pre-Chorus
And I sleep with your silence
Like a razor in the sheets
I dig my nails through the violence
Of the memories I keep

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Verse 2
Your name’s a wound I can't unlace
A shadow stitched into my face
You haunt the space between my bones
And play me like a dial tone

Pre-Chorus
I breathe in the poison
Of a love that’s gone to rust
Your fingerprints still poison
Every breath, every touch

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Bridge (scream or whispered)
Bury me beneath the static
Burn my name into the wall
If I rise it won’t be gentle
It’ll be to watch you fall

Final Chorus
Ashes in my mouth
(Whispers wrapped in flames of doubt)
Every kiss a loaded gun
I’m not the only broken one

Ashes in my mouth

'Ladrones de Tiempo' es su último lanzamiento, previsto para el 12 de septiembre. Una canción que habla de alejarse de personas tóxicas que te absorben el tiempo y la paz mental. Un himno para soltar lastres y recuperar el control de tu vida

Ladrones De Tiempo

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

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Will Schönen Rasen Sehen

The Girl Who No One Ever Saw

So this track we thought we would take the classic jazz pop route “Danie Hollobaugh” on the vocals & vocal melody composed by Scott 

So the story is about a friendship about to turn into relationship, but the man doesn’t know if he should commit yet, although she does, she keeps telling him take chance “roll the dice”


Enjoy!!

Roll The Dice

BABY DOLL

For all those 80s children - Who remembers chanting the phone number 867-5309? I made this into a Rock Cover that will make you shake your head in your car to the beat like Will Ferrell and Kris Kattan in the movie A Night at the Roxbury!  

For the original version from Tommy Tutone - see link below.
https://youtu.be/6WTdTwcmxyo?si=A2Hs3iuWuqRxh-q1

Jenny Jenny 8675309

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Guitars: Bill Scherer
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Lead Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written, Mixed & Produced by Will Montgomery

[Verse 1]
Half a step from where I stood
Said I might, never said I would
Traced your name across the glass
Watched the moment slowly pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Too much doubt, too little to say
You moved on while I looked away

[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Drew a line, then looked away
Held my breath while you were waiting
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were steady, I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Verse 2]
Called your name, then changed my mind
Hoped you’d read between the lines
Told myself it’s not too late
But fear will always hesitate

[Pre-Chorus]
Held back words I thought you’d understand
Now they’re ashes in my hands
[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Let it drift, then walked away
Built a wall instead of meaning
Now there’s nothing I can say
You were ready, I said no
Now I walk this road alone

[Bridge]
Built a home on ifs and when
Closed the door, then asked again
Watched you leave without a sound
Now I’m stuck on this battleground

[Final Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Truth was there, I looked away
Spoke too soft and far too slowly
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were sure, and I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Outro]
The signs were clear, I looked away
Now it’s just me and yesterday

Long Way From Maybe

Amsterdam – Studio Session
Sophie’s voice carries the weight of this song in a raw and intimate studio performance.
This take captures a darker, more layered side of Amsterdam, while the Unplugged Session let her vocals stand fragile and exposed.

Discover the contrast between the two:
👉 Amsterdam (Unplugged) – YouTube 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcUeHLDa484

Two faces of the same song, Sophie’s voice at its most vulnerable, and at its most intense.

Produced by EileenNoise
Vocals Sophie

[Verse]
I board the night with a heavy stare
A one-way ticket to the misty air
The city's calling
Its whispers low
Through shadowed alleys
Where secrets grow

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 2]
Cobblestones echo with tales untold
A foggy shroud
A story bold
Lanterns flicker
The past alive
In this dark dance
Shadows thrive

[Bridge]
The wind it howls
It sings my name
A foreign rhythm
A wicked game
I lose myself in your ancient haze
Through endless nights
Through twisted maze

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 3]
I feel the pulse of your hidden core
A labyrinth heart I can't ignore
Through every turn
Your spirit feeds
On the dreams of those it needs

Amsterdam (Studio session Sophie vocals)

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

Groan Up

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

'Do You Wanna Do That' was written, performed, recorded by Ron Snyder at the onset of 2011. It's about the little voice in your head, asking you questions, as you try to find time for yourself, as you are driving to wherever you have to be. 
MP3 VERSION AVAILABLE AT www.cdbaby.com/Artist/RonSnyder ; www.amazon.com/Do-You-Wanna-That…96835148&sr=301-1; Also, other music download sites.

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