Big Black Eye is track 11 from Lola Demo's 17 track album Second Skin released April 2025.

Second Skin

Big Black Eye

BIG BLACK EYE

Liquid Gold

only on the weekends

The End of a Chapter

Feel the heat as the ground gives way
A rock and roll explosion burning today
No silence left where the wild ones tread
The noise of the living the voice of the dead

Lights flash blinding like a molten sun
Shadows dancing like they’re on the run
Eardrums aching but we still don’t stop
Climbing higher to the mountaintop

Rock and roll explosion .mp3

Music, lyrics, ac. guitar & vocal : Grave
Ac. guitars, bass & mix : PJ Project

Political Correctness

Written and produced: Tom Cristoforo
Lyrics: Tom Cristoforo
Vocals: Zenia Lewis

I made a god from you
Stripped you of all your worst parts
Until all that was left was nothing
That makes you everything you are

The everything in my blind spot

I made a god from you
Actions of a human heart
That needs divine significance in all things 
To escape the profane in its love

Everything in you dances in my blind spot

Be my everything and anything 
My lover without eyes
Be my everything and anything 
My lover and only mine

With skin that only shines

I made a god from you
Built a path to heaven from your pretty teeth
Until I walked so far that your halo vanished
I looked back and saw the worst in me

And I saw everything in my blind spot

Be my everything and anything 
My lover and perfect prize
Be my everything and anything 
The heart that beats to mine

Everything
Anything 
But all the things you are

I made a demon from you
From the scraps of all you can't be

From all that my blind spot couldn't see

My Foolish Divine

“Static” is for every soul who’s ever lived inside a world that feels too loud, too bright, too fast, when just existing can feel like too much.
This isn’t about calming down. It’s not about being fixed.
It’s about being heard, exactly as you are.

If you live with sensory overload, if you flinch from sounds others don’t notice,
if tags scratch like needles and lights feel like pressure,
you are not broken, you are beautifully built.

This song was written from my own experience inside the overwhelm,
by someone who knows that taking a breath doesn’t make it stop,
but creating something honest can make it survivable.
And sometimes, even beautiful.

You are not alone in this.
You are not “too much.”
You are not invisible.

You are wired differently, yes,
but different doesn't mean less.

Your feelings are real.
Your world is real.
And this song was made to meet you there. 🎧💛🌌
I hope it helps you feel seen. I hope it helps you keep going.

#Static #SensoryOverload #AutisticArtist #NeurodivergentVoices #SoftSongsForHeavyMinds #EmotionalAltBallad #IndieSongwriter #SadButHopeful #IntrospectiveMusic #MusicForHealing #YoureNotTooMuch #DifferentNotLess #QuietStrength #SongsThatSeeYou #MentalHealthAwareness #DisabilityVisibility #IStillCreate #AutismAcceptance #LumenAndKrissie

****Lyrics****

It’s not quiet.
It’s never quiet.

The light buzzes sharp like it knows I’m here,
And the fridge hums louder when I get near.
Clocks click like drums I never asked to play,
The room vibrates in a dissonant way.

I flinch from a whisper, fold from a touch,
You say it’s nothing, but it’s too much.
You think I’m rude, or spaced, or shy,
But I’m just trying to make it through goodbye.

If you’ve felt this too, you’re not alone.
There’s a whole world where your mind belongs.

My shirt’s too loud, the tag’s a knife,
The air feels wrong, like it’s out of life.
Voices mix like tangled strings,
And silence, oh, silence still stings.

There’s no off switch, no easy reset,
No pause between the noise and sweat.
I feel in echoes, see in flame,
And carry sparks I cannot name.
But this flood doesn’t mean you’re weak,

So I turn the flood into sound,
Build a melody to hold my ground.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

If you feel too much, or not enough,
If the world feels fake, and the roads feel rough,
You’re not broken, you’re designed this way.
There’s nothing wrong with how you stay.

Some days I shake with all I hear,
A dropped fork feels like it splits the year.
But I’ve learned to surf the flood inside,
To rise instead of run or hide.

Don’t fight the tide, just float, just feel.
You’re not too much. You’re just real.

I’m not too much.
Not too strange.
Not a problem you need to change.
And I’ve stopped hiding to fit your view,
There’s strength in simply being true.

If you’re lost in lights and sound,
You’re still here. You’re still sound.
Your story matters, loud or still,
You’re more than fear. You’re more than will.

So I turn the flood into sound,
Shape the noise till peace is found.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

To every heart that feels this way,
You’re not alone, you’re built to stay.
The world is loud, but we still rise.
We make our art, and claim our skies.

You shine in colors they’ll never see,
You live a truth that sets minds free.
So keep creating, breath by breath,
You're a quiet kind of brave, a song that’s left.

It’s not quiet.
But I’ve made peace with the noise.
And if you haven’t yet,
That’s okay.
You will.

Static

STILL LOOKING

It’s far behind, the wildest wave, 
But some were lost we couldn’t save.
 Oh blessed shore, oh quiet sand, 
The sea once claimed your gentle land.

It’s far behind, the wildest wave,
But hope remains.
Oh blessed shore, still wet with grace, 
We walk the edge and find our place.

It’s far behind, the wildest wave,
But some were lost we couldn’t save.
Oh blessed shore, oh quiet sand,
The sea once claimed your gentle land.

The flood is gone, the silence near,
Still echoes roll from yesteryear.
Above the world — star next to star,
The sky remembers where we are.

Who saw it rise? Who felt it fall?
The crashing dark that covered all.
No shout, no cry, just water’s hand—
And stars above to understand.

It’s far behind, the wildest wave,
But some were lost we couldn’t save.
Oh blessed shore, oh quiet sand,
The sea once claimed your gentle land.

The night wind sighs, a soft lament,
A memory the tide once sent.
One final wave, and then it died—
Its breath now buried in the tide.

It’s far behind, the wildest wave,
But hope remains for those who stay.
Oh blessed shore, still wet with grace,
We walk the edge and find our place.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

After The Flood

Frank & Grandma running wild

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.



After The Flood

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