A mixture of different genres REGULARLY UPDATED playlist from Up & Coming artists a collaboration of diversity in music from Rock, to Pop, Indie, Electronic and more a few songs by Chris Browne BrowneProject and his friends from Re-Post Exchange hence BrowneProject & The Re-Ex Legends I hope you enjoy this fantastic mix up of pumping music.

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Created from tracks found at @re-ex

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BrowneProject & The Re-Ex Legends

2025 Alternate Rock

Aspê

Re-Extase 41

Awesome tracks #55 (playlist)

Barn Finds 6

Ladat’s Support Jun’25 vol.2

Re-Extended 11

Browneproject And The Re Ex Legends volume 2

The Void

This is from a cassette tape recorded in 1992 with my friend Charlie (1 of 2).
Ron Snyder - Lead Acoustic
Charlie Pfrang - Rhythm Acoustic

1992 Acoustic Jam #1 (Snyder & Pfrang)

Cyberpunk 2077 89.7 Growl FM entry
Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb5nfV0iNgM

Music & Production by Hobocop: @metrocityrecords

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Surrounded by chaos, 
Heroic demise
It’s time – time to rise
Our names will live forever,
Forever out of time
Live for today
Join the final fight

Rise, samurai!
Blades slash through lies
As the bullets fly
Ignite the city of night 
This is our fight
There’s victory in death
If you know when to die

We walk the razor’s edge
With death by our side
We will never be alone
Forever out of time

Rise, samurai!
Tempered by our trials
With steel in our spine
Never bow to fear
Our names will never die
Ignite the city of night,
Join the final fight!

Rise, Samurai! (Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

This pop beat is available for lease or purchase here - https://bsta.rs/b4eb40ceb

You can check out my other pop, trap, hip hop, and R&B beats here - https://player.beatstars.com/?storeId=117580

Lost

Breathitt County - Robert Grigg & Combstead

X
Music by Overdrive & Smilex
Master by Chris Schlue

This is my reinterpretation/remix of the song X by the awesome English band Smilex. The initial plan was to produce something industrial/cyberpunk, but I was seduced by the idea of making a rockabilly version of X, with hints of punk rock.

Huge thanks to Lee (lead singer), who kindly offered me the invitation to do a remix of the song -- he's probably regretting it by now, but it's too late, man. 😄

Boasting an ear splitting career spanning over a decade, Smilex are the band who have done it all. Several releases on Quickfix Recordings (who discovered Youthmovies) and spots on various compilations & singles clubs, including a split ep with The Young Knives & a collaboration with MC Lars, have made Smilex a band renowned within their native Oxford. Explosive live shows – betraying a tendency for reckless self-endangerment coupled with a drive to put the audience's experience above all else – have led local music bible Nightshift to dub Smilex “Oxford's one band Riot”. Infamous live antics have caught the eyes and ears of musical types across the country, earning them the title of Playmusic's “best unsigned live act of 2010”, whilst securing slots playing beneath (and raising the bar for) the likes of The Damned, The Datsuns, and The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster.

I recommend checking out Smilex's great tracks on their Soundcloud page:
https://soundcloud.com/smilex

Also check out the original song X:
https://soundcloud.com/smilex/x-clean

Once again, Chris Schlue has done a wonderful job mastering the track. Check out Chris's excellent music production on his Soundcloud page:
https://soundcloud.com/chris-schlue

Also check out his latest song as a producer/instrumentalist, OBEDIENCE TOY:
https://soundcloud.com/chris-schlue/obedience-toy

Hope you enjoy this madness.😄

Androids Dreams

Hyperion

Suave Iridiscencia

Full track available from Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/release/true-blue-eleventeen/4499979

MATT HOYSON - ELEVENTEEN

A song I recorded back in late 2018/early 2019. Deleted for whatever reason. The section of intense vocals toward the end of this song I've used in another song called "Losing It" which I may re-record in the future. So be on the lookout for that familiar ending. Enjoy.

On the Raid

The Secret

Polvojack
Additional Artists
Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
UPC has been requested
Release Date
Jan. 13, 2025
Primary Genre
Country
Secondary Genre
Country
Primary Subgenre
Traditional Country
Secondary Subgenre
Western
Mood/Style
Featuring Guitar
Album Language
English
Artist Location
Canada

Yesterday,
I try to sing a song
The only thing I know
I have no fucking voice
But, let me try
To not be the scary guy
I'm shy
To find all sides of me.
I just want to find the true
The truly girly.
I just want to find
All side of me
For the beauty of my reality
Oh, girly
I WANT TO BE TRULY
For you baby.
I want to find my reality.

Yesterday

Stick Around

Have you ever seen that movie 'Memento'?  This song is about having amnesia and trying to put the pieces together to find your lost love.  You smell something that lets you know she's close.  

Another Deja Vu

ANOTHER DEJA VU

Hits deep with raw emotion, A Life Story is an indie-country ballad that captures the struggles, setbacks, and resilience of chasing dreams. With heartfelt lyrics and a soulful melody, this song paints a picture of life’s hardships and the unwavering fight to make it through. Whether it’s the weight of lost chances or the fire of determination, A Life Story speaks to anyone who has ever faced obstacles and refused to give up.

Lyrics -
It’s cold, my eyes need to open 
I had my coffee the morning 
Life goes on, can’t complain anyway 
It’s snowing, can’t feel my fingers 
My targets seem so hopeless 
But I feel like I get there any day 

If you’ve seen what I saw 
If you’ve heard what I heard 
It won’t be so hard to explain 

Baby my heart is filled with 
Your love and memorable stories 
Life is something that I wanna chase 
Sometimes I work till midnight 
Some days I never seen the daylight 
You would know me better if you were there with me

If you’ve seen what I saw 
If you’ve heard what I heard 
It won’t be so hard to explain

Stream

A Life Story

nessuna risposta

Techno/Schranz/Industrial/Hardcore 160-165 Bpm

Cracked Void Transmission | 160-165 Bpm

Track By Combstead
Guitar, Lyrics and Vocals by Robert Grigg

In Your Arms - Combstead & Robert Grigg

Howl to the Moon

sex and candy? NO, time to grow up. Sex and Weed

Sex & Weed Remix

Blueprint

Ignite Me

Tempus of Musica

John Sense - No Ground To Stand On [Baco274]

Composed, arranged produced and written by Jah-Femi Telewa

Contains sample of David Sanya beat, I lost the name lol….


Fire Through Pidgin


(Talk):
I don had enough of everything
I don had enough of everything
I don had enough of everything

(Sing):
Fire na him go come today
Fire, na him go come
Fire na him come today
Fire na him don come today

(Talk):
E be like say I no fit talk my own language
This people dey mad

(Sing):
Fire na you come today
Fire na you come
Fire now you come today
Fire na you go come
Fire na you go come today
Na you go come

Fire Through Pidgin

Drum Machine SESH!

cold shoulder of snow written and composed and also produced by Christoper Patrick Brown - Chris Browne BrowneProject download a track on my Bandcamp music page? https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/cold-shoulder-of-snow

Buy on BandCamp

Cold Shoulder Of Snow

In the Weekend

Some techno to lift the spirts up 🔥 Make sure to add toy your playlist and share shake 🙌 

Free Download

Hell Dust

Antidote

Just run away

🔥🍬 CANDY HEAT ALERT! 🍬🔥

Mein neues Set von der Candy After Party im LEGAL vom 14.06.2025 ist draußen – und glaubt mir, der Laden war heißer als ein Avocado-Toast auf'm Vulkan! 🥵🥑

Danke an die Escon Crew für das tolle Open Air und die große Mühe immer wieder besondere Locations zu finden, damit die Bounce-Kultur in der Stadt bleibt. 
Vielen Dank auch ans LEGAL für die Schweißperlen-Location mit Stil! 💦💃

Von Bouncy über Hot & Sexy – das Set ist ein süß-scharfer Ritt durch glitzernde Basslines und schmelzende Grooves. 🍭🪩

Und natürlich: Big Love an Avocado – es war pure Magie, den Hexenkessel an dich zu übergeben! 💚🔥


#StevieD #CandyAfterParty #Escon #bounce #LEGALClub #EsconCrew #Techno

Stevie-D @ Candy Open Air After Party | Legal | Munich 14.06.2025

After the conferences come the holidays.

Academics always look forward to the holidays.
They mark their calendars.
They count the days.

Finally—a chance to get some real work done.

No students.
No admin.
Just pure, blissful research.

It never works out that way.

Families expect visits.
Or worse:
relaxation.

Visiting home is its own kind of reckoning—
a reminder of how far you’ve moved
from where you started.

During her visit, Kate’s mother asks, right on schedule:
“So when do you finish school, dear?”

Kate tries:
“Mum, I’m an associate professor.”

“So... you’re a teacher then?”

“Sometimes. Mostly research.”

“Oh. Research for your thesis?”

Kate gives up somewhere around the second glass of wine.

The first band meeting after the holidays
is for licking wounds.
Ava doesn’t say much.
But when pressed, offers:
“Back home, people don’t understand
what I’m doing with my life.”

None of it is cruel.
Just distant.

Just a little lonely.

Somewhere in all the clinking cutlery
and misunderstood answers,
they each feel it—

That quiet, untouchable thing.

This is Test 7.

The reason they left.
The reason they stayed away.
The reason they can never quite go back.

Song: Smalltown Homecoming

These old streets feel small and tight
Sky's the same but something's light
Houses lean, a little worn
Under roofs that shield from scorn

Faces weathered, shadows deep
Living lives in quiet sleep
They're content with what they know
Never tried, just let it go

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

Main street's got the same old signs
Shops that close before it's nine
Same old park where children play
Games that never changed a day

People talk, but words are slow
Building lives on what they know
No need to dream, no need to roam
When these small-town lines are home

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

There's the house where Mom and Dad still reside
Toto's gone, but his love never died
There's the tree where love first bloomed
The same tree where my heart broke too

There's the barn where bullies would chase
Hid from their taunts, never felt safe
There's the bus stop where I once stood
With my suitcase, leaving for good

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

It's good to see, it's good to know
That there's nothing here to show
I'll leave again for the world so wide
Where I matter, where I found my pride

Test 7: Why Did You Leave? (Smalltown Homecoming)

Rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitars, keys
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories


Calm

One Man

One Man - Beats Working

I've always loved the Gertrude Stein quote 
“There ain't no answer.
There ain't gonna be any answer.
There never has been an answer.
There's your answer.”
I thought there might be a song in there somewhere.  When I came up with a chorus I was encouraged, but it took a while to turn it into a song.  Who knew that the piano would figure so prominently.

The Lyics:
You could be searching far and wide
At pretty great expense
Hoping to hear some magic words
That’ll finally make it all make sense

If you hear those words you will know the answer
And everything will work out fine
Nothing will ever be crazy again
Today was the very last time

I’ve heard it said that the answer’s out there
Hidden in plain site
Look hard enough and you might find it
On the other hand that might not be right 

I'm pretty sure 
There ain’t no answer
There never was
And never will be
That’s the answer, the whole damn answer 
And that’s ok with me

And if that's the only answer 
That we're ever going to get
We’re gunna have to find new questions
That we haven't asked quite yet 

Do you spend hours in meditation
Do you sit at the gurus feet
Has he shown you how to reach a higher plane
Is he the one that you were destined to meet

If he’s not, there’s always another
Out there in the great somewhere
Who’s knows the way to ever deeper places
If you find him he might take you there there

Are you quite sure that this is real
Is he worth everything you spent
So many gurus seem to misbehave
In ways you don’t expect from enlightenment    

I'm pretty sure 
There ain’t no answer
There never was
And never will be
That’s the answer, the whole damn answer 
And that’s ok with me

I'm pretty sure 
There ain’t no answer
There never was
And never will be
That’s the answer, the whole damn answer 
And that’s ok with me

I always wanted to know the what and how
Who and where and why
But when the questions are big enough
Answers are in short supply

I heard a while back that Gertude Stein
Proposed a different take on the grand design
Seemed clever - quite an insight 
It occurred to me that she might be right

I'm pretty sure 
There ain’t no answer
There never was
And never will be
That’s the answer, the whole damn answer 
And that’s ok with me

And if that's the only answer 
That we're ever going to get
Were gunna have to find new questions
That we haven't asked quite yet 

I'm pretty sure 
There ain’t no answer
There never was
And never will be
That’s the answer, the whole damn answer 
And that’s ok with me

There Ain't No Answer

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

Hugs & Love

Cheeks

Apotropaic

Bandcamp

Diamond Ivory

l love my past, because it is over

kolkhorst 2025

dieser_river21

“WORTH IT” is about one of those situations where you give your all to someone who, in the end, just wasn’t worth it. It’s emotional but honest — smooth melodies with a raw message underneath. I wrote and structured the whole track myself, keeping it melodic and floaty while still hitting that real, reflective tone.

WORTH IT

Worth It

My Remixed Version 2025

➡️Free Download⬅️
https://music.dj-niteflyone.de/stanchristzeltakcloserenemiesdjniteflynermx

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Stan Christ & Zeltak - Closer Enemies (DJ NITEFLYØNE Rmx)

Dive into the haunting depths of "The Key to Nowhere" — a symphonic metal-rock ballad where raw guitar grit clashes with ghostly folk whispers.

What if the heaviest thing you carry fits no lock? A song about relics we cling to — letters, lies, lost homes — and the courage to let rust set us free.

What if the key you cherish opens only graves? A hymn to the boxes inside us – where faded keys, unspoken words, and loves that "wouldn’t matter" wait.  

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Tauche ein in die gespenstischen Tiefen von "The Key to Nowhere" – eine symphonische Metal-Rock-Ballade, in der roher Gitarren-Grit auf geisterhafte Folk-Flüstern trifft.

Was, wenn das Schwerste, das du trägst, in kein Schloss passt? Ein Song über Relikte, an die wir klammern – Briefe, Lügen, verlorene Heimat – und den Mut, Rost uns befreien zu lassen.

Was, wenn der Schlüssel, den du liebst, nur Gräber öffnet? Eine Hymne an die Kisten in uns – wo verblasste Schlüssel, ungesagte Worte und Lieben, die "nichts bedeuteten", warten.  

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CREDITS:  
• Adelheide Vogt: Lead Vocals (Contralto), Lyrics  
• André Moreau: Lead Vocals (Baritone), 7-String Guitars  
• Elfie Ragnarsdóttir: Finnish Kantele, Guitar Backing Vocals  
• Rosemarie Kowalski: Guitar, Oboe, Field Recordings  
• Ian McCullough: Drums, Percussion, SFX Design  
• Bruno Moretti: Bass Guitar, Orchestral Arrangements

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lyrics:

This key to nowhere....
it opens every grave...

I sit in front of a box of keys,
Collected from me through all the years.
Some I don’t know how to use,
Some open doors...
But in the middle of the box,
There is a faded key...

This key was forged in a fire long cold,
Its teeth bite deep but fit no hole.
I wear its weight like a crown of rust –
A kingdom of dust...
A kingdom of dust...

The locksmith laughed when I begged for a map,
Said ‘Some doors, child, are meant to stay snapped.’
But I carved my own...
With a thief’s trembling hands...
Now the frame won’t hold...
And the hinges demand...

The messenger brings no answers now,
Just echoes of winds...
And the whispers of vows...
That once swore...
To never...
Let go...

THIS KEY TO NOWHERE –
IT OPENS EVERY GRAVE!
Every chain I kiss for luck...
Just drags the lock...
Through the muck...
Of the past I couldn’t shatter...
The love that wouldn’t...
Matter...

The halls are lined with the words I’ve left unsaid,
Each one a ghost that haunts my head.
I trace their shapes in the gathering dark,
But the light won’t spark...
The light won’t spark...

THIS KEY TO NOWHERE –
IT OPENS EVERY GRAVE!
Every chain I kiss for luck...
Just drags the lock...
Through the muck...
Of the past I couldn’t shatter...
The love that wouldn’t...
Matter...

I built a shrine where the key won’t turn,
Filled it with ghosts and watched them burn.
The ashes spelled...
‘You’re already free.’
But freedom’s just...
Another...
Prison...
For me...

I sit in front of a box of keys,
Collected from me through all the years.
Some I don’t know how to use,
Some open doors...
But in the middle of the box,
There is a faded key...

This Key To Nowhere

Rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - Vocals, guitars, keys
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Is It Alright? - Beats Working

She blew a kiss in my direction.
She made me smile, and that’s hard to do.
‘Cause a man like me is used to being free,
And freedom loves the truth.
She said, “It’s just for your protection.
I know you have a tender heart.
If your heart still sings, it won’t mean anything.
Until it gets blown apart.

Let it ride, let it roll, but don’t let it fall off the table.
Take it in stride, you’re in the hole, but you’re gonna win real soon.
I know the odds look mighty long, and your urges get so strong.
Just let it ride.

She smiled that smile, and knew she had me.
I guess I’m not that hard to read.
I’m just a small town kid, and once I popped the lid,
There’s no way to stop the bleed.
She said, “I’ll always have your best interest.
I will not dare lead you astray.
But it might take a while, I’ll try to reconcile,
The things we dream today.

Let it ride, let it roll, but don’t let it fall off the table.
Take it in stride, you’re in the hole, but you’re gonna win real soon.
I know the odds look mighty long, and your urges get so strong.
Just let it ride.



Let It Ride

Un viaggio strumentale tra rock e jazz, carico di groove, riff potenti e improvvisazione pura. Vibrazioni analogiche, energia viva.

O r g a n  D r i v e

I wasn't the storm
Wasn't the calm
Wasn't even the damn weather report
Just a line somebody skipped
while looking for the chorus

You kept a jar of sugar packets
from diners you don't remember
Me?
I was one of those
Sweet for a second
Then tossed in the glovebox
with expired maps and parking fines

I bought you soup when your sky cracked
You left me waiting on a Tuesday
A Tuesday, man?
The least poetic day of the week

You kept my jokes
but not my number
Told your friends
"she was... funny, I guess"
Hell of a eulogy

I was just a footnote for you
barely there, barely blue
Some flicker in the rearview
of a road you never meant to drive
Yeah...
I was just a footnote for you
But you?
You were a whole damn book for me

I made you pancakes once
You said you were allergic to mornings
And love
And me, apparently

You ever try deleting a voicemail
just so you don't memorize the silence at the end?
Yeah...
Me neither

I was just a footnote for you
just a scene that didn't test well
so they cut it in the final draft
But I kept your ghost in my guitar case
your laugh in the pocket of a coat I never wear
You were thunder
And I was...
a line break
Or less

You thought I was a footnote?
Baby, I'm the erratum
Printed loud
Page one
Right under your regrets

Just a Footnote

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

Updated, remastered, better version (IMO)of an earlier work of mine.

Seasoned Irony

The Searchers and the Wanderers

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

https://browneproject.com - official domain.
Individual with no fears or limits in music. Singer-songwriter of original Indie, Folk and Rock music. Chris started out as a Busker on the streets in 2008 and is currently on Hat Man Can LTD Records
Life is music - Chris Browne BrowneProject  - @hmcltdrecords