Spécial thanks to Badword for his vocal.....

LOST TILL I AM WITH U.  feat  Badword

Lyrics:

Wasting my time with you
But I like it, I like it too
I’m wasting away
It’s true
But I like wasting time with you

Levels to my love
It’s nothing you ever dreamed of
Give me what I need
Come and save me
Come and set me free

Wasting my time with you
But I like it, I like it too
I’m wasting away
It’s true
But I like wasting time with you

Levels to my love
It’s nothing you ever dreamed of
Give me what I need
Come and save me
Come and set me free

Set Me Free

In the world of Hip-Hop, your youth is your currency. The older you get, the less relatable you become to the younger audience and thus the lamer you seem. There is no escape from time. You better hope someone scoops you up before you expire...

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A distorted confession from the shadows...
Feed My Eyes dives into obsession, beauty, and the pain of seeing too much.

It’s raw, dark, and unapologetically human, somewhere between grunge and confession.

The story continues on YouTube, where Sophie and I bring every song to life:
👉 https://www.youtube.com/@eileennoise9515

Follow me there to see the visuals, behind-the-scenes, and the next chapter of Eileen Noise 🖤

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

Verse
I feel the static
Crawling in my skin
A hollow hunger
Where do I begin
Feed my eyes
I can't see the truth
Lost in the shadows
Devoured by youth

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Verse 2]
Rust on my tongue
I taste decay
A thousand voices
All in disarray
Feed my eyes
Stitch the seams
The world is bleeding
Unraveling dreams

[Prechorus]
Hold me close
Push me away
I’m begging for night
I’m craving the day

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Bridge]
The mirror cracks
The smoke it curls
A broken man in a shattered world
Feed my eyes
But starve my soul
A bottomless pit
I lose control

Feed My Eyes (feat. Sophie)

Hank Rusch's new single, "Laid To Waste," tells the story of a man blissfully aware that he's just another conquest in a woman's lustful pursuit. Undeterred, he is drawn like a moth to a flame, finding himself unable to resist the pull of her vortex of passion. The song is rich with references to addiction, highlighting the compulsive nature of his desire. Hank’s growly vocals sound even grittier on this track, as if there's an extra cubic yard of gravel adding raw intensity to his voice. Powerful chords, big drums, Hank really hits the groove on this one.

LAID TO WASTE
by Hank Rusch

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

Well, I remember she came pretty well armed
With Stiletto Heels and a bullet bra
Peroxide hair, with dishwater roots
I started chargin' like a bull comin' out of the chute

Her skirt was so tight it couldn't get much higher
Her thighs were rubbin' so hot I thought they'd catch on fire
She shot'em all down one by one
But I was cocked and locked like a ... a loaded gun

She's a hundred proof
You got to dilute
You can't just take her down straight
She's a witches brew
She'll put a spell on you
She'll make any good man break

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

We danced all night then we went to her place
I followed her home behind her BSA
Exhaust and Chanel was all I could smell
My heart was rockin' like a pumpjack well

When we got in the door we started huggin' and kissin'
That's when I knew it was pure ignition
She bit her lips and she moaned and moaned
We kept on doin' it all night long

It was just a drop
It hit the spot
It had me ruttin' like a stallion
But the tables turned
and soon I learned
I just had enough to just hold on

It was a lethal dose
I went comatose
I've never ever had that kind of lovin' before
Just one hit
and that was it
I got to go back for more

Laid
Laid to waste now baby
You laid me to waste
Ohhhhhh! You laid me to waste now baby
You laid, you laid, you laid, you laid, you laid
You laid me to waste
You laid me to waste now baby
Ohhhh! and I can't get enough
You laid me, You laid me, You laid me, You laid me to waste
You laid me, You laid me to waste,
Ohhhhhhh! baby

Laid To Waste

A hypnotic pop groove with sultry vocals and a chorus that won’t quit. “Stuck on Replay” captures the thrill of romantic obsession with smooth rhythms, poetic verses, and a hook that loops in your head long after the beat fades. 
© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Stuck on Replay

This is a reworking of a older folk song of mine as rock and roll.  I think it works better like this.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Looked mighty fine, couldn't help but see
How bout that? she's looking back at me
Ignorant, lonely, I was all of that stuff
She smiled at me, that was enough
We gave it time, we had some fun
Decided she should be my only one
Screwed up my nerve, decided to ask her
Knew that we'd be happy         ever after

Chorus:
I couldn't have been more mistaken
I was travelling a road I never should have taken
it's my own damn fault that my heart is breaking
I'm Never going to do it again

Verse 2:
Fake it 'till you make it, they said to me
Never pass up an opportunity
The point of the process is how much you can make
It's a zero sum game a little give a lot of take
Get a lot of money then make a little more
After all it's only a way of keepin' score
Gonna find  my happiness in wealth and fame
Going figure out the rules of the game

Chorus:
I couldn't have been more mistaken
I was travelling a road I never should have taken
I see what I did and my confidence is shaken
I'm Never going to do it again

Bridge:
Mistakes are made
Life's like that
but mostly we recover 
we find our way back
But you never know
if one day or another
we'll screw up so bad 
we never recover

Verse 4:
Uncovered this stuff, burned real good
Used it to power anything we could
It looked to be something that could satisfy
A hunger for power that would - never run  dry
All we had to do was drill and dig
Power would be cheap, profits would be big
We'll never have to worry about expenses
Cuz there'd never be any consequences

Chorus:
We couldn't have been more mistaken
We're travelling a road We never should have taken
it's our own damn fault that our world is breaking
We're Never going to do it again


Couldn't Have Been

The First Minute opens 12 Minutes — a short ambient classical journey by composer Jeremias Langsämmer. Soft strings meet choral textures to create a space of stillness and reflection. Designed for focus, calm, and cinematic listening, this piece captures the breath between thought and silence.

🎧 From the forthcoming album 12 Minutes, a suite of short ambient classical works for piano, strings, and quiet contemplation.

For fans of: Max Richter, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Hammock

#ambientclassical #modernclassical #cinematicmusic #pianoandstrings #relaxingmusic #soundtrackmusic #focusmusic #calmmusic #jeremiaslangsammer #maxrichter #olafurarnalds #johannjohannsson #nilsfrahm #hammock

Jeremias Langsämmer – The First Minute | Ambient Classical Strings & Choral Calm

Yeah... Dig the scene. The word-cartwheel. The semantic spore.

Catacomb cadence... in a neon nomad's coat.
My thoughts are oysters... but the pearls are anecdote.
I speak in Rorschach blotches... on a ticker-tape parade,
A spoonful of oblivion... in a glass of lemonade.

I am the sidewalk... (I am the sidewalk)
The philosophic fungus, the sentimental chalk.
My logic is a pretzel... in a bakery of sound,
The lost-and-found box... where all the meanings drowned.

Eyeball the sunbeam... till it coughs up its gold.
The story's getting senile... and it's never even told.
I traffic in the tangerine... the ultraviolet hum,
The dictionary's dandruff... on a snare-drum's thumb.

Semaphore with jellyfish... in a lukewarm sea,
My punchline is a question... that forgot its grammar key.
I am the eggman!... (Yeah, the eggman!)
Cataloguing whispers from a broken radio,
Waltzing with a paper tiger in a peacock shadow-show.

So, shovel all your reason... into tidy little stacks.
I'm knitting with the yarn... that's hanging from your own two backs.
The cobweb is the network... the fly is the main event,
A beatnik benediction... on a lease that heaven lent.

The jukebox is weeping... polka-dots and glue.
Goo goo g'joob.

Dig the Scene

When There is Nothing Left What Would You Do ?!?

When The World ENDS

BogueFue

They call us underground because we’ll never scratch the surface.

Hip-Hop • CloudRap • Artist • Producer

Maryland, USA.

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Diesel Clockwork