Lyrics

I need a check up, 
From the neck up,
I've had these feelings, 
Since my heart went boom!

I've felt elation, 
Tried meditation, 
Opened up the curtains, 
To let light in to the room!

BAD DA BAH DA BAH,   Catch me if… You seen me fallin'
BAH DA BAH DA, Listen out… Incase I'm callin',
BAD DA BAH DA BAH, Hold me close… The night is callin',
BAD DA BAH DA, Don’t let go… The dark is stallin'.

I crossed my fingers, 
Your perfume lingers,
I told you somethings,
Just a little too soon.

You stroked my ego,
Now where do we go,
A sense of panic, 
As you leave the room.

Well holy crap,
I've been living in denial, 
I didn't hear the lies,
Hidden by your smile.

I feel mistreated, 
The fact you cheated,
I must admit,
You did it with style.

BAD DA BAH DA BAH,   Catch me if… You seen me fallin'
BAH DA BAH DA, Listen out… Incase I'm callin',
BAD DA BAH DA BAH, Hold me close… The night is callin',
BAD DA BAH DA, Don’t let go… The dark is stallin'.

Holding on,
While I'm acting frantic, 
It ain't my fault, 
If I've got monkeys in the attic. 
I need a check up,
From the neck up,
I've had these feelings, 
Since my heart went boom!

CHECK UP, FROM THE NECK UP!" is a raw and raucous burst of punk energy,  a headrush of riffs, regret, and emotional mayhem. With sharp lyrics, a pounding chorus, and enough angst to rattle the rafters, this track dives into heartbreak, denial, and that creeping sense you're losing your grip. If you’ve ever felt like your brain needs a service after your heart takes a hit — this one's for you.

Turn it up, shout it loud, and hold on tight — it’s punk therapy, DC Sound Project style.

CHECK UP, FROM THE NECK UP!

This song is about injustice and man’s attitude towards money rather than people. 
Trumps over here playing golf ? Who cares 
He’s signed a trade deal with Europe today ? Who cares 
What about the innocent people of Gaza and the malnourished children ?

Skies on fire burning red
Ashes whisper where hope once bled
The air is heavy the silence loud
Fear is rising in the shrouded crowd

Missiles falling hearts are crying
The earth is screaming people dying
When the smoke clears who's still there
Skies on fire and no one cares

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A Rock-Metal banger with smokin' leads and an 80s Hair Band vibe

Tumble

The story begins with the main character speaking from a prison cell. He feels trapped — not just by the walls around him, but by the consequences of his own actions.

He looks back on everything that happened, knowing there’s no way to undo it. The guilt, regret, and isolation weigh heavily on him. "Confined" introduces the listener to his state of mind at the end of the story, before the album takes us back to show how it all began.
lyrics
CONFINED

confined
and recalling endlessly
abstract
and impossible to find

can only hate yourself
and that's a fact
all the time for yourself
but you are trapped

unreal
unreal

guilt
to pain
build
apologize in vain

unreal
unreal

guilt
to pain
build
apologize in vain

nothing to do
nothing to dream
one part of me
will never be free

can only hate yourself
and that's a fact
all the time for yourself
but you are trapped

from The Tunnel, track released August 1, 2025
All music, lyrics, recording, production, and illustration by Juan Plazas

Confined

"Molitva za Plodŭ" (Prayer for Fruitfulness) A hopeful plea for rain and abundance, honoring Mokosh, the earth goddess, and seeking blessings for the young crops to flourish from horizon to horizon.

Prayer for Fruitfulness 

Rain, oh rain, from heavens descend, Quench the earth's thirst, our bread to lend. Dew on the seed, green grass so bright, Life now returns, bringing joy to all in sight.

Mokosh watches, Mother of Kin, Yielding fruit, strength from within. From evil seed, protect the field's expanse, May rich harvest bless, from every land.

Circle of seeds, circle now grows, Joyful wind, across the field it flows. Glory to Gods, glory to Earth's grand name, For new gifts blossoming, a vibrant flame!

Molitva za Plodŭ

Une demeure sur les rives de la Dordogne.. 
Je sais que c'est là bas que tout a commencé, et que tout  finira..
Comme un retour aux sources..
Paroles:
T'as retrouvé, comme par hasard,
Le livre ancien, d'une drôle d'histoire,
Photo de toi adolescent,
Au milieu de ces drôles de gens.
Tu connaissais , bien peu de choses,
Et sur les murs de marbre rose,
Dansent les ombres du passé,
Dans le brouillard de ces années.

Comme un retour aux sources,
Quelqu'un guide tes pas, dans les rues de naguère,
A la recherche du temps, qui sut faire naitre en toi,
Les années sans lumière.
Comme un retour aux sources,
Les visages oubliés dansent dans ta mémoire,
L'éternel balai, d'éternels regrets,
Pour quelqu'un, quelque part, quelqu'un, quelque part.

La nuit s'étire, tout doucement,
Tu redécouvres le temps d'avant,
Tu redeviens l'adolescent,
Qui fréquentait, ces drôles de gens.
Et du passé, monte l'odeur ,
Des fumées bleues de la demeure,
où sur les murs, teintés de  pâle,
Se dessinaient, les fleurs du mal. 

Comme un retour aux sources,
Quelqu'un guide tes pas, dans les rues de naguère,
A la recherche du temps, qui sut faire naitre en toi,
Les années sans lumière.
Comme un retour aux sources,
Les visages oubliés dansent dans ta mémoire,
L'éternel balai, d'éternels regrets,
Pour quelqu'un, quelque part.
Juste un retour aux sources,
Et toi seul sait qu'un jour, là bas, tout finira,
Dans la demeure noyée, au milieu des feuillages,
Où dansaient les visages, où dansaient les visages.
Où dansaient les visages.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

A dwelling on the banks of the Dordogne, in the southwest of France..
Like a return to the roots..
Lyrics:

You found, by chance, 
the old book, of a funny story,
 a photo of you as a teenager,
 among those funny people.
 You knew very few things,
 and on the pink marble walls,
 the shadows of the past dance,
 in the fog of those years.

Like a return to the roots,
 someone guides your steps, through the streets of yesteryear,
 in search of the time that knew how to awaken in you,
the years without light.
 Like a return to the roots, the forgotten faces dance in your memory, 
the eternal broom of eternal regrets,
 for someone, somewhere, someone, somewhere.

The night stretches slowly,
 You rediscover the time of before,
 You become the teenager again,
 Who mingled with those strange people.
 And from the past rises the scent, 
Of blue smokes from the dwelling, 
Where on the walls, tinged pale
, The flowers of evil were drawn.

Like a return to the roots,
 someone guides your steps, through the streets of yesteryear,
 in search of the time that knew how to awaken in you,
the years without light.
 Like a return to the roots, the forgotten faces dance in your memory, 
the eternal broom of eternal regrets,
 for someone, somewhere.

Just a return to the origins,
 And you alone know that one day,
 over there, everything will end,
 In the drowned dwelling, amidst the foliage,
 Where the faces danced, where the faces danced.
 Where the faces danced.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

Retour aux sources

In the Arms of Ashes Pt. 2

NoiZ

Shamanic Tachypnea

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this is a very powerful song, I have tried my best to get a couple messages about, love, control, science, manipulation, and most importantly Race and  hate. 

As Your Told -(We weren't born to hate)

I write lyrics when I feel inclined then I use AI to bring my idea to life. 
Private Message Me if you would be interested in a Collab! 💯✅🙏190k+ thank you for the mind-blowing digital formations the numbers I'm stuck on can't keep staring in to the digits wheey Nono save that for another time. . , how the plants doing how they doing, this weekend grow turned in the space of few pleasure months, woaw . well, right now,  a decision to make, very important must say. 



THANK YOU, EVERYONE, THATS EVERYONE WHO BATHED ME GAVE A ROOF OF NY HEAD WHEN OTHERS KEFT ME FOR DEAD, WAS SUPPOSED TO MENTION IT BUT I SAID IT CANT REWIND IT MAYBE THEYLWHO GAVE ME THAT TIME OF YOUR PERSONAL DAY! 🤘 APPRECIATE YOU! 


 

As Your Told -(We weren't born to hate)

(Andrew G Holden)

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