Ben Mercedez NEW single, "XOX" out NOW!

From the album, "SAY WHAT U WANT" out NOW!

#BM2 

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

Oh you shot my heart
Right into a million tiny stars
And I look up in the sky
And see a beautiful shining light

Gonna be the one, to hold you
As you cry about the world
Gonna see love, profusion
In dying ecstasy 
Gonna feel the touch, of poison
As your mind spins fast
Round around

We stay underground
Come babe just take cover
I'm always waiting for you, for you
Love me love me, Don't play nice
Feel me feel me, Don't request
I'll be your secret only come out midnight

I wanna be your XOX
You wanna feel this XOX
I want you to be my XOX
Staying all night we do more than hugs and kisses

Wanna see the world, it's here babe
I can be the fantasy
Wanna feel the touch, of destiny
As it graces by my side
Wanna kill the dread, in your damn head
I can set you free
I can set you free

We stay underground
Come babe just take cover
I'm always waiting for you, for you
Love me love me, Don't play nice
Feel me feel me, Don't request
I'll be your secret only come out midnight

I wanna be your XOX
You wanna feel this XOX
I want you to be my XOX
Staying all night we do more than hugs and kisses

I know the world may condemn
But my conceited ways feel the need for you
I know we may fall to their mayhem
But I still love your soft soothe
Let's just keep this hot
Let the bass fade our problems out of misery

I wanna be your XOX
You wanna feel this XOX
I want you to be my XOX
Staying all night we do more than hugs and kisses

XOX
XOX
Be your XOX
Be your XOX

Released: 1/5/24

Ben Mercedez NEW single, "Who R U To Say" out NOW!

From the album, "SAY WHAT U WANT" out NOW!

#BM2

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

I feel suffocated when I hear your voice
Don't look at me, don't sit and stare
I feel suffocated when I'm in your room
My heart beat stays pouding so I come alive

WHO R U TO SAY
To define me and myself
Somethings hiding in me, yeah
The true superstar

Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah

WHO R U TO SAY
Who I am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am

I feel suffocated from the 8 to 3
The schoolin' life just wasn't made for me
I feel suffocated when I feel your glare
My heart beat stays pouding so I come for more

WHO R U TO SAY
To define me and myself
Somethings hiding in me, yeah
The true superstar

Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah

WHO R U TO SAY
Who I am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am

You can't break a soul on fire
When my mind tells me I'm the one
I won't care I won't care
Show me who you are tonight

Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah
Eh eh eh, eh ah ah

WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am, am, am, am
WHO R U TO SAY who I am

I feel suffocated when I hear your voice
Don't look at me, don't sit and stare
I feel suffocated when I'm in your room
My heart beat stays pouding so I come alive

Released: 2/9/24

Who R U To Say

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All Music stuff by me.  Special thanks to Kahlan Davis, Whitney Porter, John Moreland, HBIC, and the Toxic Brothers.  Art by Pexels (Pixabay)

Bedtime Stories

Election Season

Xenomorph

Gamble

Déjà You

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TENSION TAP - TRACK 2

Hollow Offspring, a transformation used in Karakura Town. Believe it or not before Offspring was even thought of during the Equerstia times, Offspring would go to this city and cause nothing but chaos there, but not in a way you expect. No you see lately Offspring been having this uncontrollable laugh and the erge to just do weird shit for some reason and he couldn't help it. Maybe it was because it was the side effect of Onslaught being born. He thought maybe murdering innocent people will cure it right? Only to find out it actually made matters sooooo much worse. When the soul reapers showed up to stop him, for some reason Offspring just lost sight of himself and caused a BIG ass explosion. Everybody was tryna figure out what was going on behind all that smoke around him. When the smoke cleared up, you saw this nothing but black and white figure who looks like a hollow. Marks all over his body, big round black eyes, and a very devious structure. Ichigo and Rukia first instinct was to kill it while the caption was tryna stop them, as soon they took the first swing at em BOOM Ichigo got punched right threw his body coughing out blood, only to be thrown threw 3 big buildings, Rukia almost lost her head when Hollow Offspring took a gander at her until Genryusai saved her at the last minute. All of em tried attacking em at once but it only seemed to made things worse, Body's was being thrown, swords was broken, blood was spread so much it can paint a wall. Hollow Offspring was becoming more unstable then before, he even started laughing and started doing weird dances that'll frighten people. the soul reapers couldn't stop him because of how powerful he was. One minute he wanted to fight, next minute he was trying to stop fighting and make peace, they other minute he has uncontrollable sadness. When Ichigo went to use his final ultimate attack, for some reason, Hollow Offspring just passed out from lack of energy. Kisuke was gonna finish the job until Orihime saw something in em nobody else saw, a sky blue glowing rose floating inside him showing his inner peace. She went on explaining why they shouldn't kill him off and help him instead, after minutes of explaining, it worked, and that's when they took him to the Shinigami Research and Development Institute place. Hours of monitoring and studying Hollow Offspring, they been wondering why was he behaving like this. But as it turns out, they found their answer, see what happened was Offspring never experienced the laugh of joy or complete happiness cause of his true nature, Only time he'll ever laugh is he's either killing somebody of torturing them for fun. When he finally made a friend that went threw hell like him, he started to show more emotion and it must of triggered his new hidden power he didn't know he had. So they had a solution, they was gonna keep him caged for a long time to keep him contained and to train him to use his new form perfectly, and to control these new emotions he started to develop. After years of trial and error, they finally did it and made him an Official Soul Reaper. Instead of losing his control, now he can fully master this form and take on the world. But of course the hollow form was taking over Offspring true self. What happened was Hollow Offspring separated himself from Offspring's body and went on to be a Soul Reaper. But after of years of going on there own paths, Onslaught and Hollow Offspring came back to form a new group called Walking Onslaughts. Up next is their last stand with the Man six after years of battling each other. 

#OffspringMysterious #WalkingOnslaughts #Bleach #anime #mlp #brony #hasbro

Mentally Unstable/New Mindset

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Election Season

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