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夕暮れ

"Let Me In" is an 80s-inspired pop-rock song told from the point of view of a migrant whose homeland was destroyed by powerful nations. Now standing at the border, he asks only for one thing — to be let in, to start again, to live.
With emotional vocals, melodic synths and vintage drums, this song blends human vulnerability with the timeless sound of 80s pop.

let me in

Lyrics: Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production: Jeff Walker

V1
On the outskirts of Phoenix
There's a lowdown dirty dive
Where a man like myself
Can always find a good time

V2
Skull and crossbones on the door
And the liquor flows free
An oasis in the desert
For a thirsty guy like me

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

V3
Every fellow's packing
Counting on a fight
Half of why I come here 
In the dead of the night

V4
Where the sparks are gonna fly
Is anybody's guess
Every friend is a foe
Inside this viper's nest

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

Bridge
Some may think I'm crazy
Yet, some will understand
If you care to join me
You know where I am

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

Rattlesnake Shack - Collaboration with Jeff Walker

Lyrics and Melody created by  Mia Lawalin @mia-lawalin

Firework

This version is a self rearrangement in acoustic folk style tradition.
Heyr, himna smiður is the oldest nordic hymn which has survived. Wrote in 1208 by a viking Kolbeinn Tumason at his deathbed.  Song was written by Þorkell Sigurbjörnsson in the 20th century.

Heyr himna smiður
hvers skáldið biður.
Komi mjúk til mín
miskunnin þín.
Því heit eg á þig,
þú hefur skaptan mig.
Eg er þrællinn þinn,
þú ert Dróttinn minn.

Guð, heit eg á þig
að þú græðir mig,
minnst, mildingur mín,
mest þurfum þín.
Ryð þú, röðla gramur,
ríklyndur og framur,
hölds hverri sorg
úr hjarta borg.

Gæt, mildingur, mín
mest þurfum þín
helst hverja stund
á hölða grund.
Set, meyjar mögur,
málsefni fögur,
öll er hjálp af þér,
í hjarta mér.

Heyr, Himna Smiður (live acoustic folk performance, trad. Icelandic hymn)

Composed and recorded by Pierrou Tissan on 2025 November

Nature

Let’s kick off this final month of the year by closing the AI-music chapter once and for all, at least as far as we’re concerned. The die is cast now, there’s no turning back, only moving forward. And we move forward by offering you this playful Chiptune version of our recent "AI Killed the Human Star" (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/ai-killed-the-human-star). This time the AI kills Chiptune too! What a world!
See you on Friday with an unusual Christmas song. 🎄🪩
👾All our Chiptune tracks are here: soundcloud.com/beatingedge/sets/8-bit-vibes
©2025 Beating Edge

AI Killed the Chiptune Star (Instrumental - Chiptune)

Never Felt More Loved

FDNY firefighter moonlighting as a musician. I'm here to share my ideas. I hope they inspire you. Blessings all.

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Dan Lozza

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