Great voice! Nice rock track. Cool arrangements

Up to the usual standard. Great lyrics, well delivered with excellent vocals. Never a dull moment from the Axioms

Pop / Rock Chart

Unfiltered, loud, and gloriously immature — “Eat Shit” is everything you love about punk rock packed into one explosive track.
Catchy hooks, crunchy guitars, and that perfect “we-don’t-care” energy. Turn it up, shout it out, and piss off your neighbors.

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Lyrics -

Eat shit, eat shit

Fake friends smiling, knives in their hands
Stab you in the back, they’ll never understand
You play your games, you think you’re slick
I got two words for you real quick

Eat shit, I’m not your friend
Eat shit, don’t play pretend
Eat shit, this is our song
Sing it loud, scream along

Eat shit forever, sing it with pride
We’re punk as hell till the day we die

Thought you could break me, thought I’d fall
I stand my ground, I don’t give a call
Laugh in your face, watch me resist
I got one more line for you, just like this

Eat shit, back off now
Eat shit, take a bow
Eat shit, we run this town
Scream it loud, shake the ground

No rules, no chains, we make our own way
Kick the system, burn the cliché
Eat shit, we won’t comply
Eat shit, we reach the sky

Sing it loud, this is mine!!!

Eat Shit

They gave me a plaque
and I gave them a shrug
Said I'd made it
but I still packed lunch in a mug

The mirror bowed politely
the inbox threw confetti
My name misspelled in bold
close enough to celebrate

I've got a title no one uses
a password I forget
My empire fits in folders
still waiting for respect

My paper crown bends in the rain
ink running down the royal face
Every rule I followed
spelled my name wrong anyway

But maybe that's the trick of it
meaning hides in the small print
The joke's on grand ambition
the punchline's in persistence

Because the crown is cheap
but it's mine
Cut from yesterday's plans
lined with coffee stains and time

It may not shine on stage
but it holds when the wind complains
It's proof I showed up
again
and again

My paper crown bends in the rain
but it catches the light just the same
Not gold
not perfect
but honest enough
Every crease is a story
every tear, tough

Maybe greatness was never loud
just someone staying kind
still trying
still around

We wear our paper crowns
the crooked, the flimsy, the proud
We wear them not for glory
but because we're still here
Still building something small
that somehow lasts

Yeah
Call it fragile
Call it foolish
but it fits

Paper Crown

Jordan Latini from "Too Pretty For Radio" on guitar

🎡Live On Spotify "Moonbeams" - Collab w/ Too Pretty for Radio

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/mi-pequena-maria-version-original-ver-texto

Mi pequeña María

Al llegar el día
yo no me iría
pero tengo que marchar;
el verano ya pasó
el descanso terminó
y es hora de regresar.

No te pongas triste
que razón no existe
no tienes por qué llorar;
nuestro idilio sigue intacto
seguiremos en contacto
mantendremos nuestra amistad.

Estribillo

Oh, mi pequeña María,
faro que nunca se irá,
oh, mi pequeña María,
mi norte, mi eternidad.
No cierres nunca tus alas,
y vuela en libertad,
no cierres nunca tus alas,
y siempre me encontrarás.
-------------------
Sé que la distancia
pide confianza
y amar sin vacilar
pues las dudas suelen ser
arañazos que se ven
si la fe se empieza a quebrar.

Aunque pasa el tiempo
noto lo que siento
no tengo por qué dudar
que venciendo nuestros miedos
compartiendo nuestros sueños
lograremos la estabilidad.

Estribillo

My little Maria

When the day comes,
I wouldn't leave,
but I have to go;
summer is over,
break is over,
and it's time to return.

Don't be sad,
because there's no reason,
you have no reason to cry;
our love affair remains intact,
we'll stay in touch,
we'll maintain our friendship.

Chorus

Oh, my little Maria,
beacon that will never leave,
oh, my little Maria,
my north, my eternity.
Never close your wings,
and fly free,
never close your wings,
and you'll always find me.
-------------------
I know that distance
requires trust
and to love without hesitation,
because doubts are usually
scratches that can be seen
if faith begins to break.

Although time passes,
I notice what I feel,
I have no reason to doubt,
that by overcoming our fears,
sharing our dreams,
we will achieve stability.

Chorus

Mi pequeña María

Manifest '84

"Ballroom of Deceit" is my cry of outrage — a lament for truth, history, and decency buried under the rubble of corruption.
Trump said it “wouldn’t touch” the East Wing. He lied AGAIN. Now the White House — the People’s House — bleeds dust and memories while the wrecking claws tear through centuries of American heritage. All so one man could build himself a monument of ego: a golden ballroom for his own reflection. 

This isn’t just about architecture. It’s about arrogance.

About the hungry going unfed, the sick untreated, the poor ignored — while taxpayers’ money is burned for self-glorification. It’s about erasing history to build a lie. 

“Ballroom of Deceit” isn’t just a song — it’s a requiem for the truth. For every promise shattered, every voice silenced, every soul disgusted by what’s being done in our name. May the music remember what greed is trying to destroy. 

💥 Let the walls shake. Let the truth rise.


LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
He swore the walls would stand untouched,
Just shadows near the light,
But cranes are clawing history,
Through the hollow of the night.
Marble ghosts are crying out,
From the dust beneath our feet,
Truth lies buried with the stones,
And justice knows defeat. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He said it wouldn’t touch the heart,
But the cracks run deep inside—
In gilded halls of vanity,
The truth itself has died. 

[Chorus 1]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on the bones of a promise betrayed.
The echoes of truth, drowned in the beat,
Of lies that the faithful parade.
History fades under glitter and glass,
And we pay for the sins of the past.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the ghosts of the people still weep. 

[Verse 2]
They said it wouldn’t cost a dime,
Yet taxpayers bleed once more,
While hunger grows in city streets,
And children beg at broken doors.
The sick still wait for healing hands,
As mansions rise for kings,
And classrooms crumble into dust,
While greed builds golden wings. 

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He said it wouldn’t take from us,
But we’re the ones who pay—
Each dollar burned in arrogance,
Could’ve saved a soul today. 

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where opulence buries the pain.
The hungry cry beneath his feet,
While he dances in disdain.
History bleeds from a painted smile,
And truth is sold by the mile.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the people’s dreams retreat. 

[Verse 3]
They raze the walls of memory,
To carve his name in stone,
A monument to vanity,
A kingdom of his own.
The echoes of the East Wing fall,
Like prayers that go unheard,
Each shattered pane a testament,
To every broken word. 

[Bridge]
If greed had a heartbeat, it would sound like this—
Pounding over reason, drowning innocence.
Every brick a bullet, every dollar a sin,
When power feasts, the people grow thin.
Can’t you hear the ghosts still calling?
“Give back what was never yours.” 

[Chorus 3] 
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the chandeliers drip shame.
You can gild the rot beneath your feet,
But it still reeks just the same.
History weeps in a minor key,
While the nation pays the fee.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on arrogance, lies, and greed. 

[Outro]
So dance, oh king of ruin, dance—
Your mirror lies to you tonight.
When the dust of your empire settles,
Only truth will stand in light.
And the ballroom falls—
To quiet.

Ballroom of Deceit

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

Little bit of Black

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/l-le-et-laile
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/1zZA4JcX1pxnFHztfWkbg1
Apple Music : https://music.apple.com/fr/album/l%C3%AEle-et-laile-feat-clairox-single/1851724905

(translation above)

Paroles, musique et chant : Myckaël Marcovic
2e voix : Clairox https://soundcloud.com/klr-17/tracks

Un couple où les voix et les doigts s'entremêlent pour former un duo d'entraide, de soutien et finalement d'amour équilibré. Serait-ce la recette miracle des couples qui durent ?

A couple whose voices and fingers intertwine to form a duo of mutual aid, support and, ultimately, balanced love. Could this be the secret to long-lasting relationships?

L’île et l’aile

(lui)	
Elle,
C’est mon nid de douceurs
Déposé par le ciel
Ma manne, ma faveur
Les plumes de mon aile

(elle)	
Lui,
C’est mon puits de bonheur
Mon abri, mon asile
Qui balaye mes peurs
La plage de mon île

Refrain :
(lui) 		
Les plumes de mon aile
(elle) 		
La plage de mon île
(ensemble) 	
C’est de nos voix plurielles
Que notre vie s’habille

(lui)	
Elle,
Vitrail aux cents couleurs
Miroir confidentiel
Signe d’une âme sœur
L’autel de ma chapelle

(elle)	
Lui,
Donne du réconfort
Quand il me sent fragile
Ou que je perds le nord
Dans des jours indociles
(refrain)

(lui)	
Elle,
C’est le son de mon cœur
Et tout le goût du miel
D’où monte ma chaleur
Quand nos doigts s’entremêlent

(elle)	
Lui,
Quand il suspend mes heures
D’un nuage tactile
Il grise l’intérieur
De mon cœur qui jubile
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 27 octobre 2025

Lyrics, music and vocals: Myckaël Marcovic
2nd vocals: Clairox https://soundcloud.com/klr-17/tracks
Illustration: Canva (AI)

The island and the wing

(him)    
She,
Is my nest of sweetness
Placed there by the sky
My manna, my blessing
The feathers of my wing

(her)    
He,
Is my wellspring of happiness
My shelter, my refuge
That sweeps away my fears
The beach of my island

Chorus:
(him)         
The feathers of my wing
(her)         
The beach of my island
(together)     
It is with our many voices
That our life is clothed

(him)    
She,
Stained glass window of a hundred colours
Confidential mirror
Sign of a soul mate
The altar of my chapel

(she)    
He,
Gives comfort
When he senses my fragility
Or when I lose my way
On unruly days
(chorus)

(him)    
She,
Is the sound of my heart
And all the taste of honey
From which my warmth rises
When our fingers intertwine

(she)    
He,
When he suspends my hours
With a tactile cloud
He intoxicates the inside
Of my jubilant heart
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, 27 October 2025

L'île et l'aile

L'île et l'aile (feat.Clairox)

Ron Snyder sent Austin Grey some music (which happened to be for the verses) for him to come up with some lyrics and a melody. Austin came up with the lyrics, melody, bridges and repackaged it into this demo recording. He has a lot of soul in his voice.
Link to Austin Grey's channel - https://soundcloud.com/austin-grey-49137473

Rust & Ashes - DEMO - (Austin Grey / Ron Snyder)

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

Fiamma che Respira

🎵 Digital Requiem 🎵 – Step into a haunting fusion of symphonic metal and cybernetic darkness 🌌. This epic anthem explores a world where humanity trades flesh for wires, memories become data, and consciousness is trapped in neon-lit server tombs. Immerse yourself in soaring orchestration, glitching synths, and a story that screams through the digital void.

💀 From whispered intros to a full orchestral climax, "Digital Requiem" captures the pain, isolation, and eerie beauty of immortality in a world ruled by code. Experience the ghostly echoes of souls lost to the machine, and let the haunting melodies pull you deeper into this digital eternity.

#DigitalRequiem #SymphonicMetal #CyberGoth #EpicMetal #Immortality #AkurasMusic #DigitalSoul #NeoMetal #FuturisticMetal #GhostInTheMachine

Digital Requiem

WE BE MOWING -2025-6(bolton-style)

LYRICS:

Christmas night
I just wanna feel something warm tonight
Families in their windows living full and bright
Wishing I could go back to a time that felt right
One last time one last time Christmas night

Every house I pass has a soft golden glow
Candles in the windows dripping light on the snow
And suddenly I'm ten again running down the hall
Small feet on the floor trying not to fall
Mom stirring something warm on the kitchen flame
Dad fixing up the tree like he always claimed
Now I watch strangers living the life I knew
And the cold keeps cutting like it's breaking through

So I stand in the snow cause it keeps me awake
Every breath that I take feels like years I can't shake
Kids tearing open gifts like I used to do
If anyone up there hears me send something through

Christmas night
I just wanna feel something warm tonight
Families in their windows living full and bright
Wishing I could go back to a time that felt right
One last time one last time Christmas night

I wanna believe all the stories they share
But the smell of their dinners hangs thick in the air
My stomach is empty I laugh it away
Cause hunger keeps coming the same every day
I used to wake up to my name down the hall
Warm socks on the floor lights strung on the wall
I'd give anything now for a voice in the night
Saying come in from the cold you'll be alright

There were one Christmas we sat close on the couch
Watching old cartoons while the snow drifted out
We didn't have money but somehow we felt alright
And I'd trade all I have for one more of that night

Christmas night
I just wanna feel something warm tonight
Families in their windows living full and bright
Wishing I could go back to a time that felt right
One last time one last time Christmas night
I just wanna feel something warm tonight
Watching their living rooms like a life that was mine
Hoping for a second I could step back inside
One last time one last time Christmas night

Christmas night
Just one more Christmas night

Guldager Studio - Christmas Night

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