Name: Incubus-Wish You Were Here (Caps Flip) by CAPSLOCK in rockin yeets
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: My toned down flip of incubus hit wish you were here

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Buen Track, buena voz, buen ritmo, los hits le dan el rollo.Suerte

Nice Song. Powerful, relaxed and a Peace of Electro. Great!

rockin yeets

We've reached the final track... hope uve enjoyed and gained a little insight into my journey back then... this was inspired by cat's in the cradle and played on a cheap toy guitar... once we've chosen love over death and accepted that live goes ...on and on regardless... all that's left to do is....
Livin'....

Livin'

Hungover In the Sun

Delirium Tremens

Peace Of Mind

No Regrets

Mr. Lutz

YOU BRING ME LIFE,(COLLAB)Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals,David Wurden music,art,video

Translation:

Couplet 1.
If you want to, you can drown
Asleep in alcohol or tobacco smoke.
Take my hand and open your soul
Cause if you jump, I'll jump with you.

Chorus:
Listen to me...
You're just a candle flame, in a night without hope!
And love can't do everything...

Couplet 2.
But after winter comes spring,
Where there was eternal ice, there will be water.
And your heart is poisoned again:
Another man's toy, another man's love.

Chorus.
Listen to me...
You're just a candle flame in a night without hope!
And love can't do everything...
But it's like I'm blind and your faint light
I can't seem to find my way.

Пламя свечи (Candle flame)

My toned down flip of incubus hit wish you were here

Incubus-Wish You Were Here (Caps Flip)

COVER SONG

This is part of a live jam session held at my house on February 7, 2016. Super Bowl Sunday!

Larry Ponczek - Lead Guitar -
Joe Storino - Bass & Lead Vocal -
Joe DeBrizzio - Rhythm Guitar -
Ron Snyder - Guitar -

Come Together - The Beatles - Ponczek/Storino/DeBrizzio/Snyder COVER - LIVE 2016

Lyrics:
(We haven't met yet)
(We haven't met yet)

That bridge in the fog
Through the clouds it peaks
To meet another friend
That will not speak
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met yet

(We haven't met yet)
(We haven't met yet)

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

You don't know the words or the means, yet speak
Like the friends in masks who claim identities meet
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met yet
Dead eyes staring off right into the chasm
Remembering every last chance, every regret
The people who wronged me and the people I wrong
Hit it, I've got to hit it

That bridge in the fog
Through the clouds it peaks
To meet another friend
That will not speak
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

(Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home)
(I lost count of my demons but they know me by name)
(I'll walk thirty miles instead alone)
(I feel dirty and I feel insane)

So many contradictions, I can't comprehend excitement
Am I shaking from anxiety or passion?
I can't support the people or the message or the actions
But this chance is a once in a lifetime
I'm convinced we're falling out
From a single messy night
And a minute change in your voice
I know that it's the demons putting the thoughts in my head
But it happened before, why can't it happen again?
So many contradictions, I can't comprehend excitement
Am I shaking from anxiety or passion?
I can't support the people or the message or the actions
But this chance
This chance is a once in a life.

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

ANACHRONIST

"That's What Friends Are For" is a raw, stripped-down folk-punk anthem that captures the resilience, camaraderie, and bittersweet reflections of everyday life. Built around a driving, percussive acoustic guitar, the song thrives on its rhythmic urgency, with each strum acting as both a pulse and a protest. The lone vocal delivery is direct and heartfelt, carrying a mix of defiance and melancholy, reminiscent of classic Billy Bragg-style storytelling.

Lyrically, the song shifts between moments of nostalgia, frustration, and hope—painting vivid images of fleeting joys with old friends, quiet moments of introspection, and the unshakable feeling of being caught in a system that promises more than it delivers. The recurring chorus, delivered with an almost mantra-like intensity, reinforces the idea that friendship and solidarity are the true anchors in turbulent times.

With no excess instrumentation to hide behind, That's What Friends Are For embraces its simplicity, letting the raw emotion shine through. The stark contrast between the warmth of shared moments and the weight of personal struggle makes it an intimate yet anthemic piece—one that lingers long after the final chord fades.

That's What Friends Are For
You and I, a sunlit sky, and them
We close our eyes and sometimes we pretend

Walk on water, swim against the tide
Gazing at my shoes, I wonder why
But it doesn't stop you trying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

Shadows fall on leaves as they descend
Stand beneath the trees with my old friends
Laugh at jokes I've heard ten times before
It doesn't matter, that's what we're here for

I can't help feeling that they've trained us well
Promising us heaven
While we're living here in hell
How it works out well, it all depends
On you and I, a sunlit sky, and them

But it doesn't stop you crying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

That's What Friends Are For [ Post punk | Singer Songwriter]

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new album: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/from-here-to-everywhere

From Here To Everywhere

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I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment.

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CaptR, Cap or Caps

Originally born in Madison, Wisconsin this hybrid artist spent most of their life between Oregon and South Carolina but now currently resides in Lexington, Kentucky.
Specializing in everything from house music to Pop-punk and everything in between this artist likes to test the boundaries and break the rules on the search to find something innovative.
They found love for high energy music through their childhood years and have found a unique way to replicate that in a modern way. 
You never know what this artist will drop next and they definitely have a little something for everybody in their arsenal. 
Cap, Caps or Capt has been Supported by some of the biggest names in music and is an artist to watch for the next years to come.

Incubus-Wish You Were Here (Caps Flip)

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