Milan (Prod. Sned)

Do Not Disturb

Stayin' Alive

FRIISTAIL

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Lowground Gospel (1)

(Verse 1)
There is always time,
To live how you wanna live (livin’ in my mind),
To think how you wanna think (tattoo on my body, livin’ in my mind).
And it’s still the time,
To leave if you wanna leave (do it),
Or pray if you wanna pray.
But, baby (yeah),
I got a feelin’ in my soul (tattoo on my body, livin’ in my mind),
Can’t get you out of my brain (yeah, yeah),
You can’t outrun my affection (yeah, yeah),
Wrap you up in my lilac fumes. (What? What? What? What?)

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

(Verse 2)
Yeah, her sophistication, make me ghost my situation,
Skip the scene, no hesitation—
Babe, let’s sync our soul. (What?)
Pushin’ notifications, even when we on vacation (Yeah),
She know I’m late on payments,
But fuck it, life’s amazing. (Ooh, what?)

Short skirt, lipstick bleedin’,
On her knees, I’m barely breathin’, (What?)
But it’s her mind I’m keepin’. (Yeah)
Neighbors hate the noise,
Hot nights, ridin’ top down, hood rich, joy—
Hop out.

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

(Verse 3)
Blue feels and pink peaches,
Miles in between us,
Is this love or lust, or just questions we have?
It’s driving me insane—
Tell me calm down,
Baby, I need you.

Blue feels and pink peaches,
Blood red sangrias,
We hiked for years just to escape your demons,
But I got my reasons…
Blue feels and pink peaches.

(Bridge)
Shirtless on the beach (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain, babe (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain (Top out, hop out, hop out),
Don’t be a pain, babe.

(Chorus)
Hip-hop in the sunlight, (What? What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (What? What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, mmm.
(What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Shirtless on the beach (Beach, What? What? What?)
Don’t be a pain, babe (Beach, What? What? What?)
Be my everyday lover, babe, hmmm. (What? What? What? What?)

CRAMPED

Corey Cosmos