Glutton For Punishment

Insomniac in the Back Seat DEMO

Crash

Wheels Keep Turning

washington dc kind of an ugly reminder of things. 5/10

Washington D.C. (under your breath)

Back In The Studio

“Not Your Tool” was written as a bold declaration of self worth and defiance. I’ve had too many moments in life where people expected compliance, wanted to mold me into something that served their ego. This song is my pushback. It’s gritty, unapologetic, and loud in all the right ways. It’s about reclaiming your power when someone tries to reduce you. I needed this one, and maybe someone else does too.

#NotYourTool
#R3Zondo
#FemaleRockAnthem
#PunkPopVibes
#AltPop
#RageAndRise
#LeatherAndLyrics
#BreakTheRules
#NotYourFool
#PowerAnthem
#ReclaimYourVoice
#BoldAndLoud
#RebelMusic
#RockEmpowerment
#IndieRockSinger
#NoMoreChains
#VoiceOfDefiance
#StageReady
#MicrophoneRaised
#UnapologeticSound
#BattleCryTrack
#RadioGPT
#RAiDiOFYI
#AIDJ
#HardHittingHooks
#PunchyPopRock
#DeepVocalCut
#SisterSound
#SongwriterStrength
#StudioRage

Not Your Tool

RECLUSE.EXE!
Master of vanish, master of dread!
One line of code, can’t see, can’t touch
Here… then gone… you’ve lost him too much! 

Code in the dark, screen burns red
Ghost in the system, nowhere to tread
Binary shadows, vanish command
Disappear at will, slip through your hand

RECLUSE.EXE!
Master of vanish, master of dread!
One line of code, can’t see, can’t touch
Here… then gone… you’ve lost him too much! 

Riffs cut like knives, drums hammer fast
Reality bends, he’ll never be cast

Disappear! RECLUSE.EXE!


RECLUSE.EXE

🎸🚖 Ever been the fool with the keys and the tank on empty? That’s me — the unofficial chauffeur of every lost romance and midnight meltdown.

“Free Private Taxi” is indie rock with headlights on full beam: jangly guitars, sarcastic hooks, and the eternal story of the guy who always says yes when he should scream no. It’s for the backseat philosophers, the half-drunk drama queens, and the hand-waving friends who never chip in for gas.

Think late-night road movie, but shot on your parents’ old camcorder — messy, funny, and painfully relatable.

If you’ve ever been the ride, not the rider — this song’s your anthem.

🎶 Honk. Laugh. Ride. Crash. Sarcasm’s the only tip I get.

Lyrics:

I’m the rolling clown with the fuel I buy,
The king of favors, don’t ask me why.
Door unlocked, engine humming,
You text “pick me up” — and here I’m coming.

No GPS, I know your scheme,
Psychic Uber of your dream.
Wave of a hand, no coins, no cash,
Just me burning tires in a midnight dash.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Backseat full of half-drunk friends,
I drive in circles, story never ends.
Thank-you note? Ha, never seen,
Just a wave goodbye from the drama queen.

I’m the chauffeur of lost romance,
Your midnight ride, your cheap last chance.
Every handshake, short and cold,
Costs me gas and my soul’s sold.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Trigger words: honk, laugh, ride, crash,
Burning rubber, empty dash.
Punchline life on four cheap wheels,
Sarcasm’s the only tip I feel.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright.
Free private taxi, always free —
The biggest fool you’ll ever see.

Back In The Studio

Dave_Moore

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