Thirty Seconds To Mars - The Kill (Bury Me)

twin-guitar harmonies, heavy blues-rock foundations and straightforward hard rock power and groove-driven rhythms with grunge and punk influences

Fathers' Sins

This song is an AI-assisted creation, born from my deep love for the music that shaped me. While no human hands held a guitar or sat at a drum kit to record it, every note, lyric, and arrangement was guided by the echoes of the bands that defined my past. Think of it as a digital homage—a way of keeping alive the energy, emotion, and craft of the artists who once filled arenas and soundtracked my memories. This track isn’t trying to replace them; it’s a love letter to their legacy, reimagined through the tools of today. What you hear is the past and the future colliding, paying respect to the timeless spirit of rock that still refuses to fade.

Sunnyside Up

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

They shake your hand, they wink and smile
Sellin’ lust and lies in every aisle
Politicians in their fancy suits
But we’re the sheep that follow their boots

Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!

Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Backroom deals and cocktail thrills
Hot blondes, red wine, political kills
We all nod, we all obey
Chasing pleasure, while they make the play


Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Raise your glass, bite your lip
Power’s a game, we all trip
In bed, in streets, on the floor
The world’s a stage, we beg for more


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Follow… the loot… (bang your head…)
Sheep… in suits… (never stop…)
Love… and power… (scream it loud…)

Sheep In Suits

Sheep in Suits

Back Against the Wall is an outlaw-country record built on grit, scars, and resilience. It’s the story of holding on when the world tries to break you — of finding freedom in dirt roads, family, memory, and truth, even when the weight of survival presses hard.

The album opens with “Dirt Roads and Dogs”, a free-spirited escape into the country soul, before diving into the raw defiance of “Frankly, I Don’t Give a Damn.” Tracks like “Sunday Porchlight” and “The Sky Remembers” provide heart and reflection, anchoring the record in stories of grace and memory. “We Were Soldiers Too” serves as its haunting tribute, honoring sacrifice and courage with reverence.

The title track “Back Against the Wall” and “The Last Free Thinker” drive the album’s rebellious core, confronting modern struggles and the cost of survival with unflinching honesty. To balance the fire, “Pickin’ Trouble” delivers rowdy bluegrass energy, while “Let ’Em Be Kids” strips back the noise to remind us what’s worth protecting.

Together, these songs form a litany of truth: that even in chaos and collapse, there’s defiance, there’s love, and there’s still something worth standing for. Back Against the Wall is not just an album — it’s an outlaw hymnbook for hard times.

We Might Be Robots

Let ’Em Be Kids

Let my Ibanez take the 1st verse and shredding here

Speed Demon (Taking The Lead Version)

Fantasy

Beautyful hard rock song. In memory of Zegretti Elena and Mazzocchi Alvaro.

SHATTERED LIGHTS

For you, 
I went down to hell ,
like a dog crawling back,
licking your feets, 

your cruelty and coldness,
killed my soul,
but now instead of crying,
for your love,  I only  can
tell you without anger

You ,
don't deserve my caresses,
don't deserve my skin,
don't deserve my lips, 
don't deserve my tears,
don't deserve my desire, 
don't deserve my passion,
don't deserve my illusion,
don't deserve my love, 

Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,

You ,
don't deserve my caresses,
don't deserve my tears,
don't deserve my lips ,
don't don't deserve my desire, 
don't deserve my love, 

Guided by your beacon ,
in a helpless heart,
corners of madness 
I visited (visited),
Feeling helpless,
in love I think,
crumbs of passion
I begged (begged)

You,
 don't deserve my caresses,
 don't deserve my tears,
 don't deserve my lips, 
 don't deserve my skin,

no! not my passion,
no, not my illusion,
no, not my desire, 
no! not my love ,

Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love

Ohh Noooo NO NO NO NO my love,
Ohh Noooo NO NO NO NO NO my love,

Not my love

The Neon Reno Gospel

I’m a songwriter first and last - not a performer. My focus is on the craft of the song itself, which is why my music has such a wide range. I don’t have one sound; I write for other voices and a vast variety of genres.

You won't find my face on a stage or my voice on a mic. My tracks aren't about building my own brand; they’re about creating a mood or a story that comes fully to life through the right singer.

Fantasy

Benedict Francis