Love the guitar-violin part. Great scaring voice! Brrr

adorei a levada da canção, achei bem performada, instrumentação bem escolhida

Your music is alway a joy and a fascination to listen to...such virtuosity and incredible singing combined with a high level of song crafting and creativity

The guitar sound is awesome,and the vacals are super wild and cool!

Avalanche

Life’s a mess — grab your friends, ditch the drama, and roll a few frames instead. “Fuck It, Let’s Go Bowling” is your official soundtrack to not caring.
Chaotic, catchy, and totally unbothered — it’s punk rock escapism at its finest.

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Lyrics -

One two three four strike

Boss can fire me, school can wait
Life’s a gutter ball but I don’t give a shit
Grab your shoes, lace them tight
We’re rolling down this lane tonight

Fuck it, let’s go bowling
Strike down all the boring
Spare me all the drama, I’m done
Fuck it, let’s go bowling, have fun

Ball in my hand, crowd in command
Knock them all down, we don’t give a damn

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Fuck it, let’s go bowling
Strike down all the boring
Spare me all the drama, I’m done
Fuck it, let’s go bowling, have fun

Ball in my hand, crowd in command
Knock them all down, we don’t give a damn

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Too Broke For Money

Fuck It, Let’s Go Bowling

Drama? Bills? Your boss? Nah — “Not My Problem” says exactly what you’re thinking but louder.
A punchy punk-pop anthem for everyone who’s done playing nice and ready to live loud on their own terms.

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APPLEMUSIC - music.apple.com/gb/album/too-brok…-money/1843961534

SOUNDCLOUD - @slash66

#Slash66 #HellNoBro #TooBrokeForMoney #PunkRock #SkatePunk #PopPunk #TeenRebellion #AmericanPunk #CaliforniaPunk #YouthRebellion

Lyrics –

Not my problem
Not my problem

You’re drowning in drama you built yourself
I’m stacking pizza boxes on the shelf
Cry for help but I’ve moved on
This is my party, your invite’s gone

Not my problem, not my mess
I don’t care about your stress
Not my circus, not my clowns
 I’m not the one who’ll hold you down

Hands in the air, scream it back at me
Not my problem, let’s live carefree

Not my problem

Not my problem

Not my problem, not my mess
I don’t care about your stress
Not my circus, not my clowns
I’m not the one who’ll hold you down

Hands in the air, scream it back at me
Not my problem, let’s live carefree

Not my problem

Not my problem

Not My Problem

I start the day mid-thought
something between a drumbeat and an accident
The room blinks awake
and the tools gossip about yesterday's miracles
One hums
One sulks
One lies
They're all wrong
and that's perfect

I stretch,
the floor creaks like it wants to join in
so I let it
That's the thing about work
it only looks like effort
from the outside
From within, it's gravity
sweet and unfair
I chase a stubborn shape 
around the table
it refuses sense
so I call it progress

Every failure has a pulse
if you listen right
I tap it, feed it
name it Tuesday

Laughter spills from nowhere
probably mine
and the walls pretend not to notice
They've seen me argue with shadows before

I tell them:
you wouldn't understand
this part's critical!

The air thickens
a rhythm forms without permission
I lose count of time
gain count of motion

Sweat, sawdust, syntax
whatever this is
it's singing

And when I stop
nothing stops
The room keeps going
the tools finish the joke
the silence applauds

I bow, wipe my hands
whisper to no one:
That was fun
can't wait to do it again!

Can't Wait

DOS 

Directo al cielo,
puro sol muy lento,
la altura plana,
el valle fresco y seco.

Tengo un tiempo,
viene lejos,
veo y siento,
entonces pienso que es:

Directo al cielo
corceles y viento,
planicie llana,
árboles y fresco.


CRÉDITOS:

Sojue Stradac: composición, letras,  percusión, bajo, piano, órgano, guitarras, voces, mezcla y masterización.
Josmarq Alvarado: composición, batería, teclados, sintetizador, guitarras, voces.
Paulino Robles: Fotografía  #FotoBazarTulancingo.



Scolopendra dos

Cigarette Break

Support and peace for Ukrainian people, get through the winter safely! World's countries must unite to help a sovereign state against violence and ruthless aggression. Everybody needs a safe hometown.

Who wants to wake up on Time Square, to greet the break of day?
Who intends to be slave to algorithms that rule the stormy waves?
Who wants to hide from the humming of drones that conquer the sky?
Who thought he would feel for an avatar with a soul made of AI ?

Sometimes it’s hard to be honest, to realize just how you feel
About all that you do and people think that you stand for and one day it becomes unreal
What about the boys of your neighbours, have you seen them last year?
Will they turn up again at the major blackout or ad infinitum disappear?

Who wants to dive in a beautiful lake when it’s endlessly deep and black as a raven
The water was yellow but at least we knew what was going on in the year of 97

I wish I was back in my small town, being home
I wish I could give up and back down, going home
Twice an hour I heard the trains stop, then rollin’ on
Guess I didn’t ask myself if I belonged there

Ronny’s world was torn to pieces, out here he’s my only friend 
He loved his work at the insurance now he lost his fundament
Human don’t take decisions no more except for the president
He talks to a therapist everyday but it ain’t a human person 

Who wants to dive in a beautiful lake when it’s endlessly deep and the currents grow stronger
The rain was acidic but at least we knew how to deal with it in the year of 91

I wish I was back in my small town, in 91
I wish I could give up and back down, be the long lost son
Twice an hour I heard the trains stop, it’s a long time gone
Sure I didn’t ask myself then if I belonged there
I wish I was back in my small town, being home
I wish I could give up and back down, going home
Twice an hour I heard the trains stop, then rollin’ on
Guess I didn’t ask myself if I belonged there

Monkey On My Back

Back In My Small Town

They shoved me in the basement, where the light don’t glow
Took my desk, my coffee cup, but there’s one thing they don’t know
I’ve got a fiery treasure, bright against the gray
My red stapler’s my salvation, it’s my only getaway

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

The boss can take my paycheck, the copier can jam
But my little red stapler says, “Stick it to the man”
It’s more than just an office tool, it’s my sacred fight
A tiny piece of justice in the corporate night

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
Shine like fire in the spotlight
Staple the blues, staple 'em true
Red stapler, I believe in you!

Red Stapler

Explore an AI composed musical journey, where AI takes on the roles of composer, lyricist, and singer, infusing each song with distinct lyrics and voice. This track uses the second version of Part II and the third version of Part III of the song labeled AI C-49. Consequently, this results in the track being coded as AI C-49-02-03.

Composed by Suno
Produced by AI composed songs

AI C-49-02-03 Chasing Glory

[Verse 1]
The hills are shrouded
Mist runs deep
A shepherd walks where shadows creep
Through bramble
Thorn
And broken stone
Each step he takes
He’s not alone
The winds may howl
The rains may lash
But every storm will come to pass

[Prechorus]
Oh
The skies may darken
The ground may shake
But there's a hand that will not break

[Chorus]
It’s in His hands
It’s in His plan
Through chaos wild
He understands
The rivers roar
The mountains stand
All by His will
All in His plan

[Verse 2]
A raven’s flight
A fleeting sign
The heather blooms
The stars align
We chase the fire
We curse the frost
Yet find our way
Though we feel lost
The earth may quake
The seas may churn
But still the tide will one day turn

[Prechorus]
Oh
The path is narrow
The climb is steep
But faith will guide where feet may leap

[Chorus]
It’s in His hands
It’s in His plan
Through chaos wild
He understands
The rivers roar
The mountains stand
All by His will
All in His plan

In His Plan

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Some new songs available here: https://axiomsofmediocrity.bandcamp.com/album/eighteen-below

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