this is one of your best songs I´ve listened to so far. 100 out of 100. Cheers!

Excellent track, I like the evolution from the intro til the end

The beat is perfection with unmatched greatness

Damn that drop is huge.  Talk about loud quiet

Pop / Rock Chart

Recorded in 1986 on a barely audible tape.
Digitally brought it back to life in 2022.
Ron Snyder - Guitar
Joe Storino - Bass
Drum Machine

Snyder & Storino - BIG BASS BLUES (1986 Instrumental)

Original Mix: on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (Acoustic Version)

Spinning

Single originally included in Score For The End Of Times (2013)

HALLOWED BE THY NAME EP (2012)

Hallowed Be Thy Name

NOUSIA - Hallowed Be Thy Name

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

اول اغنية بلوز عربي غربيThe Rise of Hope.Arabic blues.

beat from the hood

Slinkin Around

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira


🎤 Presentation of “Uli – Bikes Are a Terror!” 🚲💥

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an anthem that proves life is made of falls, but also of laughter and persistence!

“Bikes Are a Terror!” isn’t just a song about not knowing how to ride a bike — it’s a delicious metaphor for how learning anything new can be total chaos. Who hasn’t tried something thinking it would be easy, only to discover that gravity has a sense of humor of its own?

Here, every wrong turn, every scraped knee, and every awkward glance from the campus crush becomes fuel to laugh at yourself and keep moving forward. Because, deep down, the message is clear: mistakes are part of the process, falling is inevitable, but getting back up is non-negotiable.

With verses full of irony and an explosive chorus of “Yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa!”, Uli reminds us that life isn’t about pedaling without falling — it’s about keeping at it until one day you glide with confidence and shout: “I did it!”

This song is an invitation to embrace the ridiculous, celebrate learning, and believe that perseverance always wins. Because, in the end, every fall is just a rehearsal for victory.

So, strap on your helmet, grip the handlebars, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster of sound. 🚴‍♀️✨ “Bikes Are a Terror!” — an anthem of hope, persistence, and of course, good laughs.

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

(Intro)

(Verses 1)

So my dorm-mate laughed at me, 
“Girl, I learned it when I was three!” 
I hopped on the seat, thought I’d slay, 
Boom—face-first, what a day.

I’m no athlete, never was, 
But they all keep sayin’ because: 
“It’s easy, don’t you whine, 
Riding bikes is super fine!”

Every try, I’m zig-zag bound, 
Like a circus clown in town. 
Crowds are watchin’, I pretend, 
But my balance meets its end.

On the campus quad, I stress, 
Never once a “bike success.” 
And my knees, they start to shake, 
Like I’m riding on an earthquake.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

(Verses 2)

I’m in a rush, like finals week, 
But patience is the skill I seek. 
Step by step, that’s how you grow, 
Not by bingeing YouTube, though.

Tutorial on 2x speed, 
Didn’t help my bike-y need. 
“Sit down straight, one foot, then glide…” 
Bro, I swear I almost cried.

Every try, I swerve and spin, 
Nearly crashin’ into him. 
Campus crush just walked on by, 
Saw me fall—yeah, I could die.

On the college path, I stress, 
Helmet hair, a total mess. 
Still I’m here, I won’t give in, 
One day soon I’ll ride and grin.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

[Verses 3]

Raphaella said to me, 
“Swimming’s something I can’t do, see.” 
What if while I pedal fast, 
That thought hits me—and I crash!?

Okay, I get it, no quick trick, 
It ain’t magic, just physics. 
Grab a book, mechanics class, 
Newton’s laws will save my ass.

(Final Chorus)

Chill out, girl, don’t lose your vibe, 
Still young, enjoy the ride. 
Step by step, you’ll get it right, 
One day soon you’ll own that bike.

Discipline, persistence too, 
Pedal slow, the skill comes through. 
Once you learn, it’s locked for life… 
…unless I crash again tonight!

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

Long road

Automatic (Acoustic Version)

Ooh he kept me running outta money
Bust and beat, the boy a greedy little honey
Ooh but now I’m back up on my feet again
Hide if you ever see him coming
Burning rubber, yeah I’m gonna keep running
Don’t wanna ever go back to anywhere I’ve been

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

No I don’t wanna do that again, no
Ain’t going back to the past
Ain’t gonna ever find a way to make the love in me last
No the lovin’ won’t last
No I don’t wanna do that again, no
The boy don’t wanna be nice
I got over him once
Now I don’t wanna break twice
No I don’t wanna break twice

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

Move out of my way
I’ve had enough of the madness
I played enough of your games
Don’t mind me walking away
Yeah get outta my way
Don’t have a heart for the sadness
I’m tired of fighting the pain
I won’t be living that way

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

Ooh, he kept me running outta money
Bust and beat, the boy a greedy little honey
Ooh, but now I’m back up on my feet again
Hide me if you ever see him coming
Burning rubber, yeah I’m gonna keep running
Don’t wanna ever go back to anywhere I’ve been

Music and lyrics by Tom Hall (c) 2025

GREEDY

Inside my Silence

The Son of Man

This song wasn't easy to write. The goal was to validate the pain that those we have hurt went through.

This isn't about not forgiving ourselves. It's about how taking the power of forgiveness away from the victims doesn't support their own healing.

One of the most impactful moments that was part of my own progression out of trauma, was hearing my abusers tell me how happy they are now that they have learned to forgive themselves. When they said, they now understand that they abused me out of love and they know they did their best.

I didn't hate them for this, but instead I got a glimpse through the eyes of everyone I hurt while I was still under the cult's brainwashing abuse.

Abuse can be echoed from one person to the next if no one breaks the cycle.

The damage I did to others was back while I was still being abused and I thought I was doing the right thing. I need those people to know that I see how they suffered, I know my role in it, I won't be the one who forgives myself, I won't take that power from them, I own my crimes, I'm trying to break the cycle, and I honestly hope the echo of what I've done doesn't keep going.

Honestly, nothing I can do now will stop the echo of abuse. I hope they don't let what I've done result in them passing it on. They have the power to silence what I passed on. I hope my actions stop with me. 

I'm not attempting to have them forgive me. I'm a faceless person writing songs. I'm sharing the lesson I can't forget and hoping they find freedom from what I did.

----------

Lyrics are written 100% by me.
I tried to collaborate with bands, but they all said these lyrics would make a crap song.
 
So, I formed an AI band to sing my lyrics. If any bands would like to collaborate, I'm interested in not using AI anymore.
 
I just refuse to keep being unheard just because I am tone deaf. I accept this part of myself. I feel like lyrics are just as much a part of music as singing or any instrument.


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