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Celebrate Pride Month with our vibrant and empowering 24-track album! Featuring a mix of anthemic pop, EDM, Hip-Hop/Rap, and acoustic influences, each song is crafted with LGBTQAI+ pride in mind. This album aims to empower those still finding their way and uplift those who have embraced their true selves. Let the music inspire you to be proud and live your truth. 🌈🎶

Enjoy and let the anthems of pride fill your summer!

Proud And Loud

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]
You come to the mirror, but nobody's here.
You come to the people, with an imagined self.
You prey for attention, but nobody's care.
You prey for the food, for an imagined self.

[Pre-chorus]
Emotions are our food,
Attention is our mission,
We're like a human virus.
We give what we do not have,
To take what we most need,
We're like modern vampires -
Making you confused and bleed.

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]
You come to the mirror, but nobody's here.
You come to the people, with an ideal self.
You prey for attention, an ideal can gain.
You prey for the food, for an imagined self.

[Pre-chorus]
Emotions are our food,
Attention is our mission,
We're like a human virus.
We give what we do not have,
To take what we most need,
We're like modern vampires -
Making you confused and bleed.

[Chorus]
Your strength is slowly fading,
Nothing will left to defend.
The void is always waiting -
You will join us in the end...
Your identity is slowly fading,
Nothing will left to defend.
The void is always waiting -
You will join us in the end...
If you lose yourself.

[Instrumental break]
[Solo]

[Verse 3]
You create delusions, with beautiful lies.
You craft every story, just to survive.
You prey for resources, from everywhere.
You prey for yourself, and you do not care.

[Pre-chorus]
Emotions are our food,
Attention is our mission,
We're like a human virus.
We give what we do not have,
To take what we most need,
We're like modern vampires -
Making you confused and bleed.

[Chorus]
Your strength is slowly fading,
Nothing will left to defend.
The void is always waiting -
You will join us in the end...
Your identity is slowly fading,
Nothing will left to defend.
The void is always waiting -
You will join us in the end...
If you lose yourself.
If you lose yourself.

[Instrumental break]
[Solo]
[Outro]

[Instrumental break]

If you lose yourself.
If you lose yourself.
When you lose yourself...

Vampires

Sanctuary is a soulful anthem of self-worth and spiritual awakening, celebrating the sacredness of the human body and spirit. With empowering lyrics that declare, "God lives in you, not temples made of stones," the song inspires listeners to embrace their inherent divinity, reject feelings of inadequacy, and recognize themselves as living sanctuaries. Its meditative repetition and uplifting message make it a profound exploration of inner peace, transformation, and self-acceptance.

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Sanctuary

an Exit ramp somewhere in Illinois
white noise of tires on roads makes him ill
drop in some extreme, kick butt, CD tunes
ease back upon his head rest and just chill
while traveling to a new face with no plan
he stares at the directions in his hand
he's getting close to where he wants to be
he stopped three times to eat, and take a pee
warm breezes through the window bring the scent
of summer nights, in this state, fate has lent
soon he is just but one left turn away
moon hanging fingernail-ish, lights his way
to seven numbers listed yesterday
and promises that sent him on his way
soon doorbells chime, and then her brightest smile
invites him in for wine, to stay awhile
small talk, it leads to silent, lingering stares,
on what kisses might feel like, if they're shared
till lips dance in a velvet, smooth embrace
an ancient joy that's known as sucking face
as passion lights a gleam in hazel eyes
that fill with hunger, both the girl's and guy's
till clothes are flung like bothers on the floor
as lips and tongues begin to seek out more
soon there's such intense pleasure as they play
and he finds nothing Left to turn away
thier sighs sail high above the nois of Ill
car's horns and cat's meows, through windowsills
but nothing matters to the two who mesh
in heavenly beings blended of one flesh
each silky glide in shadowed places wring
shivers of pure bliss, clasping spasms bring
but suddenly a bell rings really loud
as all the visions vanish in a cloud
to form a room, and one big empty bed
she shakes the sweet dreams from her lovely head
then goes down to eat breakfast food instead.

VIVID DREAMS.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III

None

The World Ahead

Early morning, the sound of drizzle against leaves. Footsteps crunch along a damp trail. The father yawns as he picks the small one while Steph stretches in the sun.

You sure about this, Steph? Snowdonia's not gentle, even in the sun.
I need this. I need to just… switch off for a bit.
Then let’s get climbing. No rush, just step by step.

Boots press firm on the sodden ground,
Sky hangs low, mist all around.
She tugs her coat, breath comes fast,
But I see her shoulders start to relax.
Baby girl hums, tucked in tight,
Rain on her cheeks, eyes wide with light.

Fog rolls thick like a whispered tale,
Heather bends, bracken pale.
Steph’s eyes dart, mind still wired,
Like she’s running a race she never desired.
What if I fall behind? What if I stop?
Then we rest, we breathe, let the world unlock.
Tiny coos, small hands wave,
Like she knows the lesson—just be, just stay.

Snowdonia sings in the mist and the rain,
Footsteps slow, washing away the strain.
No rush, no race, just steady and true,
The path will wait—it’s waiting for you.

Step by step, sky starts shifting,
Breath grows calm, weight feels lifting.
Steph tilts back, wind on her face,
First real smile since we left that place.
I get it now—been chasing the clock,
Forgetting that time don’t run, it walks.
The clouds break wide, view spreads deep,
Peaks cut the sky, valleys steep.

God… it’s beautiful. I’ve been missing this, haven’t I?
Yeah. And time won’t wait. But we can slow down.
Ah-da-da…
Yeah, see? She gets it.

Snowdonia sings in the mist and the rain,
Footsteps slow, washing away the strain.
No rush, no race, just steady and true,
The path will wait—it’s waiting for you.

Summit wind hums, vast and wide,
Daughter claps, eyes open wide.
Steph exhales, weight undone,
Like she’s finally stepped out of the run.
She turns slow, voice runs deep,
How’ve you been, really? 
With Nikki’s peace?
I pause, watching clouds drift free,
Some days soft, some days heavy on me.

She’d love this, wouldn’t she? The view, the stillness.
Yeah… She’d say the sky is just a bigger sea.
That sounds like her.

Tents glow warm, logs burn bright,
Steph leans back, bathed in light.
She reads aloud, voice like a stream,
Tales of giants, old Welsh dreams.
Baby girl hums, curls up tight,
Drifting slow in the gold firelight.

Snowdonia sings in the stars and the rain,
Soft steps fade, but love remains.
No rush, no race, just steady and true,
The path will wait—it’s waiting for you.

She’s out.
Guess today finally caught up with her.
Yeah… caught up with all of us.
Thanks for this. I needed it.
Anytime, Steph. The mountains don’t rush. Neither should we.

Snowdonia in the Rain

From the ALBUM "Letters to Mama" Featuring Gail Gatling. https://soundcloud.com/rplayin/sets/letters-to-mama
https://open.spotify.com/track/6rUZQ2YLgseaBPAgGRqBBY

"I was a victim… but I ain’t one no more."
Verse 1:
I walked through fire, I bathed in pain,
Learned to fight so I’d never feel it again.
They cut me down, they tore me apart,
But they ain't never gonna break my heart.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Verse 2:
No more shadows in my bed,
No more nightmares in my head.
I found my strength, I forged my steel,
Mama, I learned how to heal.
Bridge 
You can’t kill what won’t lay down,
I ain’t running, I own this ground.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Outro 
"I was broken… now I'm unbreakable."

Letters To Mama

Sons of Vengence

Sons of Vengeance(HD)

Gud som haver barnen kär,
se till mig som liten är.
Vart jag mig i världen vänder,
står min lycka i Guds händer.
Lyckan kommer, lyckan går,
du förbliver, Fader vår.

She’s curled like spring in the crook of my side,
hair in her mouth, little sighs as she hides.
Dreaming, maybe, of dogs or moons,
I don’t move. Just breathe and let the room bloom.
Kettle hums in the other space,
like grief knows how to set the pace.
I blink once. The light is low,
blanket tucked like falling snow.
She stirs—smile blooming slow—
eyes half open, voice below:

“Is it morning?”

“Nearly,” I say.
She snuggles in.
And I let it stay.

A kettle’s to care,
not just to boil.
It sings for the living
and hums for the soil.
It’s grief in the quiet,
love on repeat—
something to rise to,
something to heat.

Breakfast smells like cinnamon bread,
she insists on butter to the edge instead.
Orange juice spill, we laugh, we fix—
she makes up songs with perfect mix.
Mittens by the door, boots too big,
she hops like frost is some kind of gig.
Outside the air is sharp and kind,
sky like slate with a silver line.
We race past trees that lost their coats,
she names each bird with made-up notes.
And in her voice, I hear a ghost—
not haunting—
but memory’s toast.

I carry her in the way I pause—
before I speak,
before I pour.
In each small moment,
grief is care.

A kettle’s to care,
when no one can see.
It hums before light,
for the you that is me.
It’s hands in her hair,
it’s tea in a cup—
a song without chorus,
that still shows up.

We find a café with a fogged-up pane,
she draws hearts and clouds and writes my name.
Hot cocoa, crumbs, she counts the chairs,
asks if birds still live in pairs.
I nod, and wonder what I used to ask,
before the years wore off the mask.
Later we swim in the local pool,
she splashes like joy broke all the rules.
And when her eyes catch mine mid-play,
I see both of them,
clear as day.
She swims like stars know where she’s been,
and I breathe slow,
just take it in.

"Look and me, I'll dive like a seal"

She dives in her glasses tinted teal.

A kettle’s to care,
when words don’t land.
It hums your name
when there’s no hand.
It sings through sleep,
through snow and spark—
a morning song
in a room gone dark.

She falls asleep with a hoppy tucked tight,
book still open, lamp too bright.
I turn the page, though she won’t see—
just one more for the kid in me.
Room goes hush, the heater ticks,
I clean the cups, wipe orange stick.
And in the quiet, I pour one more—
not for me,
but the life before.
I sip, I sit, the clock don’t mind,
and neither do I.
Time’s not kind—
but it’s not cruel.
It just keeps.
Like Boe,
like dreams,
like sleep.

Every whistle
has a place it returns to.
Even if
it sings alone.

Alla barn som lider nöd,
hem, där far, där mor är död,
seglare på stormigt vatten,
vandrare i mörka natten,
käre gode Fader vår,
trösta den som sorgsen går.

A Kettle’s to Care

Endless Grace

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

“Welcome to Moonside. No, yes.
The time is color. The place is... sideways.
You are here. Or are you?”

I walked into town and the streetlights blinked,
One said “yes,” the next said “think.”
The air was pink, the sun was square,
Someone whispered, “You’re already there.”

Guy at the bar wore shades at night,
Said, “I’m your cousin, but only in light.”
Ordered a coffee, got a spoon and a scream,
This ain’t a city, it’s a sideways dream.

Say yes, say yes, it’s easier.
Lie to the mirror, it sees you clearer.
Paint the truth in disco tones,
Forget the world that cracked your bones.

I met a lamp that said, “Name your fear,”
I said, “The silence.” It said, “Very near.”
Signs point left, but the roads curl right,
Shadows wear name tags. I flinch from the light.

He said, “You can leave, just find the man.”
But everyone’s the man, and no one ran.
I sat on a chair that turned into a clown —
This place’s a joke, but I can’t sit down.

There’s a shop with hearts in a discount bin,
Where “yes” costs more than original sin.
I paid in teeth, got a map of lies,
It says I’m home, but the moon’s my size.

Asked a girl, “Are we real?” She smiled,
Said, “Only at night, and only mild.”
I laughed too long, the clock rewound,
This town’s a loop — no up, no ground.

Then I saw myself in a plastic suit,
Told me, “Jump. You got no roots.”
But I stood still, let the silence speak,
And in that hush, the static leaked.

Said, “Moonside isn’t real, it’s reflection skin.
A way to pretend you didn’t let them in.”
So I said no. The lights blinked twice.
The city cracked — and let in ice.

The man in the club turned, smiled slow.
“You made it through.”
I said, “No.”
He nodded. “Yes.”

Moonside fades when you name the lie.
And you just did.

(It’s okay to say no.)

Moonside Is... Yes

We stood under the metal leaf roof
Your nose turned up, you said, “Sky soup!”
Caught a raindrop on your tongue like gold
Then asked if clouds can catch a cold
I said, “Only when they cry too hard”
You nodded, solemn, your gaze all stars
You hummed a tune with your coat half done
Feet tapping time to the puddle’s drum

“Do you think thunder’s a dragon sneeze?”
You danced, said, “He’s allergic to trees!”
Laughed so loud it made birds flee
Spun around like you were wind set free
You said, “Rain is just the sky’s shampoo”
“Washing away what it doesn’t want to do”
I said, “Then we must be what’s left behind”
You said, “That’s okay — we’re the shiny kind”

Silver salt on your coat sleeve
You wiped my tear with your magic belief
"We’re the potion, Dad, you and me
I’m salt, you’re silver — that’s alchemy"
And I believed you like the first time you smiled
Like every question you asked made the sky less wild
If the god is lost in the heart of rain
You found Her, little star, and sang Her name

The bus didn’t come — but we didn’t care
You told the storm a joke, it split the air
A flash of light, then giggles and shrieks
You said, “Mum’s laughing — she missed us this week”
I looked away so you wouldn’t see
How the world can bend when you speak so free
But you just held my hand so tight
And said, “Let’s stay 'til the sky turns light”

Silver salt on your coat sleeve
You wiped my tear with your magic belief
"We’re the potion, Dad, you and me
I’m salt, you’re silver — that’s alchemy"
And I believed you like you were the sun
Like I’d mined through grief and found just one
Single flame that still could shine
You, sweet girl — my holy sign

They say the god is trapped in stone
Or lead, or pain, or being alone
But I saw Her there — in your wild, bright grin
In the storm you called your violin

The rain let up, but we stayed awhile
The whole world warm inside your smile
If magic’s real, I’ve felt its spark
Silver salt, lit in the dark.

silver salt

We believe in the power of music to reach out to others, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Our lyrics explore the complexities of life, family, philosophy, spirituality, and the myriad emotions that define our journey. Through this music, we aim to shed light on the strategies of coping, the importance of resilience, and the unwavering belief in a brighter tomorrow.

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