This is my Love Song off of #inspiredresponses... dedicated to my wife of 23 years... she is my only one.... inspired by #nirvana 's #rape_me ....

check this out on my upcoming debut album release #inspiredresponses 
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Take It My Friend

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We Are Stardust

https://open.spotify.com/track/5nSiso5vHQwQUEcBMki4pZ?si=E7a-QqHXQSmqU5jwBs1zQg&utm_source=copy-link

Available on all digital platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, among others.

Música y fotografía por Wladimir Martínez.

A Walk in the Woods

Lemondrop
Fireball
KorgMS20 + T-Resonator II
MoogMavis

Experimental

ElectronicMeditation

Fentanyl aka Dance Fever is a song about a teenager who lost his best friend to a fentanyl overdose. This song takes you through a journey about the helplessness one feels over the loss of a friend. Listen to the lyrics carefully as "Dance Fever" takes you from "best friends since we were young" to "Dance Fever took you during the final song."

DANCE FEVER

They said ambition comes in polished shoes
with boardroom smiles and suit-and-tie decisions
We showed up barefoot, carrying blueprints
and a mind that twists equations into visions

We don’t fit your broken molds!
Tearing down the walls you build
Rising higher, never still
We don’t fit, no, we don’t fit your broken molds!

You said the gate is guarded by tradition
as if ancient bloodlines could own the right to dream
We storm the doors with ink-stained hands and pages
filled with futures you've never seen

We don’t fit your broken molds!
We’ll carve our names into the stone
Born to break, we won’t conform
We don’t fit, no, we don’t fit your broken molds!

You gave us your silence
But we turned it into a symphony
You laughed at our defiance
But we’re making history

The old cavalry marched in circles
guarding relics they thought would never fade away
But we ride wild with the winds of change
forging paths through the ashes of yesterday

We don’t fit your broken molds!
Shaping futures of our own
Watch us rise, not overthrown
We don’t fit, no, we don’t fit your broken molds!

We don't fit...
We don't fit...
We don't fit...
We don't want to fit your broken molds!

Broken Molds

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https://www.youtube.com/shorts/-N6CWBxWd3U
https://www.tiktok.com/@beatingedge/video/7448389428134939937
A cheerful and ironic Christmas tale: Santa🎅🏻 isn't just a gift-giver but a legendary gunslinger🤠🔫 riding through the winter night. With an enigmatic heart and jingle bell spurs, he brings justice to the wicked and hope to the good. This alternative rock ballad tells the story of a Santa who saves not just Christmas but the entire Wild West.
Next up in a few days: a brand-new collaboration with The Corking Crack Band!😉
Released on major streaming platforms on December 11, 2024.
©2024 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

He rode into town one cold winter night
His sleigh pulled by horses with eyes of cold light
Gunslinger Santa with a gift in his hand
To spare your life instead of making a stand

Canyons echoed with his jingle bell spurs
Fires in the hearth and distant howls of curs
Criminals shivered at the sight of his hat
No one dared face him when he drew from his pack

Oh Santa the gunslinger ruling the range
With wild horses blazing and a heart full of strange
He gave the best gift with the draw of his gun
Spared the innocent and made the bad ones run

Children would whisper 'bout his legend so wild
While grown men would tremble like a scared little child
Santa the gunslinger with justice in sight
He'd shoot down the darkness with his truth and his might

The town would settle when his shadow passed by
A sigh of relief like a breath from the sky
They'd light up their homes with hope and with cheer
Thankful Santa’s gift was letting good folks rear

Oh Santa the gunslinger ruling the range
With wild horses blazing and a heart full of strange
He gave the best gift with the draw of his gun
Spared the innocent and made the bad ones run

Killing spree!
Oh oh oh ooh!

Let it BE Xmas

Santa The Gunslinger

Christmas cover of Christmas Tree (V of BTS Cover) from the series "Our Beloved Summer." A special rendition for this Christmas on behalf of all of my supporters who are #ARMY and love BTS as much as I do <3.

Christmas Tree (V of BTS Cover)

Bloodstained Cross

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[Verse]
Inside all of us there are waking objections
there are fighting oppositions
there are milestones and missions
[Verse 2]
inside you and I the internal spy
has lost its way outside
but while it seeks to hide
it tinkers
[Chorus]
and what have you done to appose
this
have you helped it on its way
and could you have done a thing
had you know of that which it sings
could you have told it no
and would it listen so
[Verse 3]
While trying to be one with with something
you've called it forth
steered left and right its become your course
an as it looks you dead in the eye from its recess
behind you find
its never left behind
[Verse 4]
Calling me forth I could take over
I could become you for second even longer
you could go to sleep forever and I'll take center stage
you'll enjoy that maze I've created
you can run that maze
[Chorus]
and what have you done to appose
this
have you helped it on its way
and could you have done a thing
had you know of that which it sings
could you have told it no
and would it listen so
[Bridge]
Had you not listened I'd have notice
I'd have listened in your wake
in your waking hours I take you
when your feeling cold and fake
and I usurp your every thought
while in those moments you do sleep
between the things you do
between the worlds you knew
I'll be waiting
[Chorus]
and what have you done to appose
this
have you helped it on its way
and could you have done a thing
had you know of that which it sings
could you have told it no
and would it listen so

Broken Molds

Axioms of Mediocrity