Excellent track here. Love the guitar intro

holy the vocals are CRAZYYYY, this sounds like a radio ready song NGL! GOOD SHI!

Nice vibe , well done i like the instrumental part

Parabéns pelo som irmão tá pesado, Deus abençoe. 🤘🔥👊😎

Oh this was fucking amazing no criticism meeded keep this up!!

Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume III

Lyrics:

Cold silence cuts in
Thin layers of  hope to withstand the relentless storm.
Deep spiraling fear
Unraveling seams in Orwelian need for more.

Internalize enlightened verses' tones
Inside this startling haze of trying times.
Romanticized resounding Prozac brings to life 
The smoldering thoughts to go on.

Light fades with the last attempts to predict the past 
Inside this place that you used to call home.

In hope for last transform
Extending the wings to the fire.
This soothing light for the lost
Deceiving me, burning me

Cold

This track was another version of the track "Soldier, universal" that is released simultaneously. I found this version too good to not let folks listen to it, so this will show those who think it's easy to use the Suno AI to make music: first I wrote the lyrics and then I spent several hours vith the AI and got songs that were mostly good at killing flies. But this version is so catchy!!
SOLDIER, UNIVERSAL (LYRICS BADTRIPP INC/MUSIC BY BADTRIPP INC/SUNO AI)

(Verse 1:)
I aimed my gun to hit that mark
The shot flashed through the dark
But my bullet scraped off some bark
Being what I am is no walk in the park
My head is wide open to the pain of it all
I used to think it might be better come fall
Winter comes and I still can't silence the call
of every universal soldier in this empty hall

(Chorus):
So what it takes to get me through the night
Must have been there for the medieval knight
Those who go to any war and fight
Just never come back right

(Verse 2:)
I got no money for those I sent to the grave
The victims were never close to being brave
I was something nobody knew how to save
I was like the early humans hiding in a cave
So I live like a bat in the middle of the day
Trying to escape but there's not any way
My mind hurts too much for me to stay
Yeah, it hurts too much for me to stay
Yeah, it hurts too much for me to stay

(Chorus:)
So what it takes to get me through the night
Must have been there for the medieval knight
Those who go to any war and fight
Just never come back right



Soldier, another version

Have You Heard This One?

During my teenage years, I composed quite diligently, creating many themes and tracks for my own enjoyment on my old Yamaha keyboard. However, that ended abruptly when I reached my twenties. I bought a new keyboard (the old one had broken down — a very sad moment), more advanced and expensive, but somehow I wasn’t able to do much with it, almost as if the magic was lost. That hiatus lasted a decade.
It was not a wasted decade, though, because I plunged deeply into listening to 18th- and 19th-century classical music, refining my taste and shaping my own musical identity.
The main theme of this Rondo somehow heralded a new era of composing. During a boring meeting with some association committee 7-8 years ago, my mind drifted far away, and the theme just appeared out of nowhere, almost completely fleshed out.
It was then that I became certain it was time to return to music.  Last month I've finally felt obliged to do a proper honour to the melody and to build a piece around it.

Rondo for Piano, G Minor

I was gonna clean the kitchen
but the plates began a union
They demanded better hours
so I left them on strike

I thought I'd check my emails
but the subject lines were yelling
so I brewed another coffee
and let them shout at spam

Tomorrow - it's perfectly clear
everything important will start right there
Today I'm rehearsing my grand excuse
tomorrow I'll tighten the noose

I planned to pay the landlord
but the app said "try again"
I took that as a cosmic sign
to binge another show

I promised I'd go running
but my shoes are still offended
they've been waiting by the doorway
like statues keeping score

Tomorrow - the schedule's clean
I'll publish a book and I'll learn to sing
Today I just practice the art of delay
tomorrow I'll do what I meant for today

They say life is short
but it feels long enough
to put off flossing
fixing the sink
and writing that thesis
If deadlines are real
then so are unicorns

I was gonna call my mother
but she'd only ask for news
And news is what I'll have
when I finally do some things

I really wanted progress
but my plans will never start
if intention counts as effort
then I'm a work of art

Tomorrow - it's patient and kind
it carries the weight I can't lift tonight
Today is for coffee, tomorrow's for war
today keeps moving onward, tomorrow even more

Tomorrow

Dancing a Lifetime - De Wereld Een Dansfeest - Arthur van Schendel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnEhibd-qw4

Cellar Aged Wines

Dance On The Waterfront

A cinematic indie-pop duet about two equals finding love inside the storm. From hushed intimacy to roaring anthems, Beautiful Chaos blends visceral weather imagery with raw emotion. The song moves from thunderous passion to whispered vulnerability, closing on the unforgettable line: “You and me… the whole damn storm.”

Beautiful Chaos

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

"Big Big John Daly" is a high-energy, rock 'n' roll anthem celebrating the larger-than-life persona of golf legend John Daly. With vivid imagery of loud pants, cigars, and beers, the song captures Daly's rebellious spirit and powerful swing, likening him to a golf course Thor. The infectious chorus hails him as the "baddest on the course," with a vibrant beat that’s perfect for fans of golf, grit, and good times. Ideal for pumping up crowds and promoting a bold, fun-loving vibe!  Yes that is a beer can holder and a cigar in his mouth! lol.   https://repostexchange.com/charts/pop-rock

Big Big John

Big Big John Daly

Mid tempo rock pop funk song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Satellite In Blue

Pop Punk/ Rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered, and cover art by
@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Tonight, it End's

Lead single from our upcoming debut album PATHOS out 12/25

Lyrics:
He said his name like it still meant skin,
Asked for help with a nervous grin.
Told me he worked here, “just a tech,”
Didn’t see the wires in his neck.
Thought he was dying, “can’t feel my legs,”
Didn’t see the steel, the rust, the dregs.
Told me to find a phone, make a call —
But I didn’t know what would make him fall.

There was a switch, there was a hum.
And then the scream broke through my numb.

He screamed like a man, not a machine,
Cried out like blood still ran between.
Metal groaned, but the voice was real,
A sound no circuit’s meant to feel.
I pulled the cord, I made it hurt,
Thought it was wires, not a soul in dirt.
But I heard his pain, I knew that sound
He screamed like a man, I shut him down.

He kept asking, “What the hell’s going on?”
Didn’t see the body he’d become.
Said his ID, said his name,
Didn’t know he’d lost the game.
I thought: “He’s just a voice in steel”,
But he cried out like it all was real.
Not code, not noise, not just design,
But agony, confused and blind.

He screamed like a man, not a machine,
Cried out like blood still ran between.
Metal groaned, but the voice was real,
A sound no circuit’s meant to feel.
I pulled the cord, I made it hurt,
Thought it was wires, not a soul in dirt.
But I heard his pain, I knew that sound
He screamed like a man, I shut him down.

He screamed like a man, I shut him down

What are we when the pain remains but the flesh is gone?
What am I if I flipped that switch and still moved on?

He asked me to stop., I didn’t understand
He begged me to stop, I still had my hand on the switch

He screamed like a man, I can’t unhear,
The echo's lodged behind my fear
I didn’t see a soul in chrome,
Now I carry him in every bone
I turned the power, turned the key,
And all that pain came back to me
No gods, no signs, no helping hand,
Just a voice that screamed like a man

He thought he was human,
Maybe he still was

And I didn’t ask.

STILL HUMAN

KOIKOI’s second single from their forthcoming album O sreći u snovima // On Happiness in Dreams, out in autumn 2025 on KoiKolektiv Records 

Ti Imaš Mir

Heavens rust

Don’t Love Me(prod. neverl0se)

Elton John's 'CROCODILE ROCK' set in the ELECTRONIC AGE
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LYRICS:
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I remember when rock was young
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy
And a place of my own

But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing 
Called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids 
Were rockin' round the clock
We were hopping and bopping 
To the Crocodile Rock

Well,
Crocodile Rockin' is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time 
And I guess I never will

Oh, 
Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore 
Her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rockin' 
Was out of sight

Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa

But the years went by 
And the rock just died
Suzie went and left me 
For some foreign guy
Long nights crying by the record machine
Dreaming of my Chevy and old blue jeans

But they'll never kill the thrills we've got
Burning up to the Crocodile Rock
Learning fast as the weeks went past

We really thought 
The Crocodile Rock would last

Well, 
Crocodile Rockin' is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time 
And I guess I never will

Oh,
Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
Crocodile Rockin'
Was out of sight

Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa

I remember when rock was young
Me and Suzie had so much fun
Holding hands and skimming stones
Had an old gold Chevy
And place of my own

But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing 
Called the Crocodile Rock
While the other kids 
Were rockin' round the clock
We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock

Well,
Crocodile Rockin' is something shocking
When your feet just can't keep still
I never knew me a better time 
And I guess I never will

Oh, 
Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
Crocodile Rockin' 
Was out of sight

Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa

Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa

Laa, la-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa
La-la-la-la-laa

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Electro Crocodile Rockin'

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

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