Thoroughly Nasty

Voice Recorder

Burning Garbage

Sweetheart

featuring SpongeBob (vocals), Rock 'n' Rol Karma (lead & rhythm guitars), Ginette Paltreau (bass) & Korben Dallas (drums)

The Evil That Sponges Do

Uptown Again (Blueochrome)

A Theory About Girls (Kal Ho Naa Ho)

Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Vocals and Drum Machine Programming by Matthew Broken. Keyboards by Neil Haggi.  Additional Vocals by Kelly Rice.

Colder Still (Final Death Mix)

Twisted

As a starlight gazer in a daze, passing out in the blades of wet grass
Filtering out days that I just let pass, I lay back on the natural mat and glimpse back
At the past and folds of time within my mind 
I find a line, residing in hiding behind denial 
There’s a trial waiting in the sky beyond the white dots in the thick black
Never cut slack
Never really let me have that
Never figured I’d be fittin’ to take a crack
At Andromeda hollering all the way from a fallen Odyssey 
Oughta be fallin’ off of the sea 
Benihana mama blossoming in the dark matter 
Beckoning me holding me closer to the elegant reckoning
The humming and the strumming are the thunder 
The drumming that signals your kingdom is coming

That pale light
Upon my face
In this night
Is your embrace
I’ll find time
I’ll find my place
You drew the lines
I’m in your space

She was seated in the center of the black
Bigger than a plain fact
Plain sight smack, hidden in the middle
Of a wet lily giggle and my duffle bag
Dampened to the clothes that I kept 
From the very first step 
Of the journey to pet her essence
Drenched in the scent she emits
Ready to witness her gentle eclipse
And I missed it
So I took a deep breath in
Staring at the back of my lids
Grasping to focus, at last givin’ in
And let it trickle to my last half of an inch
Passed, then I let her in
Pitch black, tell it to her
Skin, lapped up every single drop
Spilling from the palm of her hand, and I said…

Now you know and I know it’s all for show
I’m so young and you are the oldest soul
No ground left to walk on when it all corrodes
You tell me not to be afraid and let it go
I watched as you smiled at me from miles away
Waiting for an answer, for something to say
Looking for the evidence I’ve found my place
Not a single tongue on Earth could ever speak your name


Your Space

Alternative Country Lullaby??? Matt Turner rhythm guitar, keys, bass, drum machine. Tony Turner Lead Guitar

Every Second

Metropole

Modern Rock n' Roll band from Jacksonville, Florida.

Chase Edge - Drums/Percussion/Vocals
Jaz Holyzsko - Bass/Vocals/Keys 
Collin Edge - Guitar/Vocals

Twisted

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