“WASTED YOUTH”

Verse
Running wild with reckless dreams,
Burning fast like gasoline.
Never listening, never learning,
Now we’re watching bridges burning.

Pre-Chorus
No rewind, no second take,
Too far gone to hit the brakes.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Verse
Fists in the air, we lived too loud,
Now we’re lost inside the crowd.
Thought we owned the world back then,
Now we’re ghosts in the wind.

Pre-Chorus
No rewind, no second take,
Too far gone to hit the brakes.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Bridge
Looking back, it’s clear to see,
What we had was never free.
But we burned it all away,
And now there’s nothing left to say.

Chorus
Youth—wasted on the young ones,
Running till the fire’s gone.
Youth—chasing down the madness,
Never knowing right from wrong.

Outro
Wasted youth… gone too fast…

Wasted Youth

Alright my fellow freaks, outcasts, nerds, rejects, and friends, lets get this song 10,000 streams.

Freaks United

Melodies performed with 
-twin Piano'
-Distorted guitar and 
-Jazz organ

Symphoney No 5-Beethoven (Classic and  Jazz version)

A hard rock anthem about betrayal, awakening, and finding your way back to life. Changing Directions tells the story of walking away from manipulation and fraud, standing in faith, and reclaiming your soul.
Written and performed by Colby Crow, produced by Larry Clendenin for BackToLife — this track is pure redemption with guitars that burn and lyrics that bite.

🎧 When they try to bury you, change directions.

©2025 BackToLife Productions. All rights reserved.

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Changing Directions

Clean Heart.mp3

You said it’s over, I said “yeah, I know”
The room went quiet, the light was sinking low
You took your coat, didn’t turn around
I sat and watched the sun go down

Your shadow was the last thing I saw
Then it faded out, and that was all
No arguments, no fury, fuss, or sound
Just me, alone, and the sun going down

Sun’s going down, nothing left to see
You’re already gone, it’s just hitting me
Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

The sky bleeds out, the dark takes hold
The air gets sharp, so bitter and cold
I light a cigarette, let it just burn out
Sit and remember, while the sun goes down

Sun’s going down, nothing left to see
You’re already gone, it’s just hitting me
Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

Sun's Going Down

Lyrics based on those written by a child in an institution run by abusive clerics.

Just a child scared and small
No one to turn to no one at all
No one to hold me to dry my tears
No one to hug me to ease my fears

Sisters of no mercy
Twisted and cruel
Sisters of heresy
Masquerading as school
Hell is awaiting
A special place for you

Hoping and praying it's just a dream
When I hear the other children scream
Out of sight is out of mind
The world moves on
We are left behind

Nothing left to help or save
A final unmarked lonely grave
Someday when you've nowhere left to run
When the world finds out 
Just what you have done

Sisters of no mercy
Twisted and cruel
Sisters of heresy
Masquerading as school
Hell is awaiting
A special place for you

Sisters of no Mercy

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four-string fretless bass, PRS SE semi-hollow body electric guitar, Sigma acoustic guitar, lyrics, vocals, and composition
SunnyBeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering
This is a love song written about Josh's favorite band, Phish. He came up with the chords on his acoustic guitar, and shared it with the group. This was written with Beck in mind, though, too, as he knew she'd be contributing her magic to this one, too. Even when it was just the acoustic guitar set to a looper beat, she came up with many of the parts you hear throughout. Although, she also readjusted and redid a lot of it, too, throughout the process. Ken was the next piece of the puzzle to jump in. He laid down his perfect drums beats to it in only one or two tries, giving it the groove it needed. After Ken laid down the beat, that allowed Josh to add his bass to the mix, too. It was almost done musically, but it needed a lead guitar, which Josh also put in there. Before it was finished, though, JJ weighed in with his clever organ, which can be heard from about 2:30 on. When it was all wrapped up musically, Josh also sang his lyrics, which are written from the perspective of two Phish heads conversing about the imminent Phish show, which is always a big, exciting event. 
  Josh has seen almost 70 Phish shows in his life, and he hopes his adoration for the band is evident in this song. This is the second song Eclectic Collective have done with Beck, and we all hope for many more, too. She's a fantastic musician, with a wonderfully deep well of creativity. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Are you gonna meet me at the show tonight
Am I gonna see you at the show?
What songs do you think they’ll play tonight?
I’ve been waiting all year to go

You should check out last night’s set list
The show was packed with killer songs
Is there any one that you’ve been chasing?
I love it when the crowd all sings along
 
Trey’s been stirring up all the great jams
Page rules the keyboards from his throne
Mike digs the groove so deep and he stands
On Fishman’s beats that shake our bones
 
Hope you have your ticket for the show tonight
I know these days they’re on our phones
At least now about grass there’s no fight
Light a joint on up the hill and feel at home

Some spun wook is always tripping
Looking for profundity in all the songs
Every now and then they have to just stop spinning 
Stare at the lights, and sing along

So I know we’ll hear some great things tonight
Every time I go, my mind gets blown
After in the lot I know I’ll eat a grilled cheese, 
Suck on a balloon, then drive on home

Trading Mics for Fish Pages (Eclectic Collective with SunnyBeck)

Pepper Crackers – (1995) Laughterhouse – Only Now [v3aS01]

A fiery southern rock portrait of a dangerous woman who brings chaos, passion, and destruction wherever she goes. Explosive guitars and unforgettable hooks.

The Devil’s Mile

WILDFIRE ANNIE

The Prison Ship Martyrs’ Monument in Fort Greene Park honors over 11,500 American patriots who died aboard British prison ships in New York Harbor during the Revolutionary War.
That staggering number is greater than all the American combat deaths from every battle of the war combined — making the prison ships the single deadliest site of sacrifice in the entire conflict! This song is a thank you we all forget to give!
In Brooklyn’s heart, the column stands tall,
Names etched in stone, they speak for all.
The silence whispers, the shadows mark,
The martyrs rest in Fort Greene Park.
They were captured men, young and brave,
Fighting freedom, not seeking fame.
The British ships became their tomb,
Dark hulks drifting, a floating gloom.
Eleven thousand souls confined,
In rotting holds, no light to find.
Disease and hunger claimed their breath,
Each day a march toward certain death.
They could have lived, if they betrayed,
Sworn allegiance, their souls mislaid.
But they chose honor, chose their land,
And died with freedom in their hand.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
No battle claimed so many lives,
No field of war where hope survives.
But prison ships, with iron bars,
Held more dead than all the wars.
The stench of death, the cries of pain,
The chains that bound, the endless rain.
Yet still they sang of liberty,
A song of hope, of dignity.
Failure was not disgrace,
It was the price they faced.
They erased the fear,
Expanded taste,
To reach a higher place.
They chose the silence,
They chose the grave,
So freedom’s song
Could still be saved.
This is the thing we forget,
The price of freedom, the debt.
A place we can go, to honor the past,
To thank the martyrs whose courage will last.
Why Space, Why Space, remember their name,
Martyrs who perished, but lit freedom’s flame.
In Fort Greene Park, their story is told,
A chorus of courage, a spirit of gold.
Stanford White built the column high,
Adolph Weinman’s urn touched the sky.
A monument for those who died,
Who chose their country, not the bribe.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....

All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
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Pepper Crackers – (1995) Laughterhouse – Only Now [v3aS01]

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