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She Died On Halloween

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic & distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & synth
P.L.O created: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Tales Of Bunker Hill

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

Little Sophie is a raw, emotional dark-grunge ballad by Eileen Noise.
Inspired by a fearless child running barefoot through the rain, chasing hurricanes and fighting monsters with crayons, this track blends jagged guitars, aching vocals and a haunting sense of wonder.

🔥 If Little Sophie speaks to you, leave a comment and share it, let her story reach anyone who still believes in wild hearts.

🎸 More music → https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/artist/3gyawiyn1h42aeP11nH2KC
📺 Videos & sessions → https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTuEYq4bKRo
📸 Instagram → https://www.instagram.com/eileennoise/

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie


[Verse]
Little Sophie runs through the rain
Barefoot
Wild
Chasing a hurricane
Her laughter's a scream
Her tears are a flood
Her tiny hands stained with imaginary mud

[Chorus]
Oh Sophie
Little Sophie
Dancing in the fire
Fearless and free
Oh Sophie
Little Sophie
The world's too big
But you don’t need to flee

[Verse 2]
She builds castles out of broken glass
Dreams of dragons that breathe out the past
Every corner's a kingdom
Every shadow a friend
Her stories begin where the rules always bend

[Prechorus]
She’s got a voice like a whisper
A heart like a drum
She makes you feel lost
She makes you feel numb

[Chorus]
Oh Sophie
Little Sophie
Dancing in the fire
Fearless and free
Oh Sophie
Little Sophie
The world's too big
But you don’t need to flee

[Bridge]
She scribbles stars on the walls of the night
Fights monsters with crayons
Turns wrong into right
She’s a spark
She’s a storm
She’s the sun in the sky
Little Sophie’s a question you’ll never untie

Little Sophie

It's sad that I'm still having to write protest songs but we all need to speak up.

WE WON'T WEAR THEIR YOKE

"Talk Dirty To Me" is a fresh and fun cover of Poison's classic, injecting new energy into the timeless hit. The upbeat rock vibe will hook you instantly, making it perfect for sing-alongs. It has a universal appeal that resonates with audiences who crave nostalgia with a twist.   Original writer Bret Michaels.   https://repostexchange.com/charts/top

Talk Dirty To Me

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A distorted confession from the shadows...
Feed My Eyes dives into obsession, beauty, and the pain of seeing too much.

It’s raw, dark, and unapologetically human, somewhere between grunge and confession.

The story continues on YouTube, where Sophie and I bring every song to life:
👉 https://www.youtube.com/@eileennoise9515

Follow me there to see the visuals, behind-the-scenes, and the next chapter of Eileen Noise 🖤

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

Verse
I feel the static
Crawling in my skin
A hollow hunger
Where do I begin
Feed my eyes
I can't see the truth
Lost in the shadows
Devoured by youth

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Verse 2]
Rust on my tongue
I taste decay
A thousand voices
All in disarray
Feed my eyes
Stitch the seams
The world is bleeding
Unraveling dreams

[Prechorus]
Hold me close
Push me away
I’m begging for night
I’m craving the day

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Bridge]
The mirror cracks
The smoke it curls
A broken man in a shattered world
Feed my eyes
But starve my soul
A bottomless pit
I lose control

Work-Work-Work

Axioms of Mediocrity