Coach Ford tears into our money-obsessed culture with this scathing alt-rock anthem. No celebration here – just razor-sharp social commentary wrapped in gritty guitars and a hook that sticks like gum on a designer shoe.

 "Maybe you could buy the stairway to heaven... But when you close your eyes that last time, no one will be able to tell you it’s all about the Benjamins."

Coach Ford once told me that he wanted to change Dowling Elementary's mascot from a tiger to a cross between a mule and an alligator. We would have been the Dowling Jackassagators. He couldn't make it happen, but he tried.

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It's All About The Benjamins

All Abut The Benjamins

🪦 Face the facade: Coach Ford’s razor-sharp alt-rock anthem "Plastic" dissects celebrity vanity and the empty pursuit of perfection. With venomous lyrics and gritty guitars, it exposes the lie sold by luxury – “Sold you a lie, but you’ve got the money / Addicted to that rush you get from plastic.”

🎸 Sound: Distorted riffs collide with haunting vocals. Think Deftones meets Paramore’s darkest moments.

❓ Drop your take: Can money buy beauty – or just bury it?

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💸 Status symbol or smoke screen? Coach Ford tears apart the illusion of wealth-as-worth in this biting alt-rock anthem. "money money money" exposes the elite’s "silly charade" with a hook that sticks like cheap glitter: "The only difference is that they got that money money money."

🎸 Sound: Punchy guitars, sneering vocals, and a chorus built for shouting into the void. Think Cage the Elephant’s social rage meets Arctic Monkeys’ wit – raw, catchy, and brutally self-aware.

🔥 Drop your truth:
Does cash buy class... or just camouflage insecurity?

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Opening track from the alt-rock album adaptation of "Time, Love and Other Maladies"

Feel time unravel. "Time Lies the Most" detonates the silence with driving rhythms, distorted guitars, and haunting vocals that claw at the illusion of permanence. This visceral alt-rock opener mirrors Heredia's poetic dissection of perception, deception, and the cruel irony of existence.

As the sonic gateway to Time, Love and Other Maladies, it transforms raw verse into a pulse-pounding anthem. The lyrics—"I’m an icon, I’m a con, man"—become a snarling confession over a backdrop of relentless instrumentation. A broken clock ticks louder than you remember.

Listen. Question. Repeat.
The journey through life’s maladies begins here.

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Okay, picture this: you're so wrecked after her that you start inventing her. Yeah, really. This guy’s got an "Imaginary Girlfriend" haunting his apartment. She’s got his ex's laugh, her cold shoulder, even her way of walking out on him – all stitched together from memory.

He hides from friends. He writes her songs she’ll never hear. And the worst part? She’s just as distant as the real one ever was. It’s not some cute fantasy; it’s a ghost he can’t let go of, a hollow echo of what broke him. You can feel him drowning in that quiet apartment, pouring his heart into a silence that feels too familiar.

It’s raw. It’s achingly real. And that final gut-punch? When he asks this ghost to stay true... she just takes his heart and walks. Just like her. This ain't moving on, folks. This is what happens when the only company you keep is the ghost of the one who left. From the upcoming EP - Vicarious.