Originally, another instrumental but, thanks to Ramone, this has been transformed into a haunting song with wonderful lyrics.
Credit to Lord Byron for the recited passage, from his poem "The Giaour"...

"Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
To suck the blood of all thy race"

Vampire Lullaby (with Ramone)

MERRY EX-MAS
Music by Overdrive & Ian PH Clifford

Check out the Merry Ex-Mas promo videos on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C0_l7Vwu3Me/
https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/18041521363593428/


This is my reinterpretation of the song Merry Ex-Mas, a brilliant piece by Ian PH Clifford. The original version is an absolutely beautiful track, just acoustic guitar and voice. I was so taken with the song that I immediately asked Ian if I could do a different version. He agreed and even after saying that I was interested in doing something punk or post-punk, Ian didn't shy away. So the original acoustic version went from 127 bpm to 160 bpm, and incorporated distorted guitars, pounding bass and frantic drums. It's a complete miracle that there are still people who want to do collabs with me, even though I mutilate songs like this. 😂

Merry Ex-Mas was #4 on the Repost/Exchange rock chart and I can only thank Ian for the opportunity to reinterpret a song that is already fantastic in itself.

Check out the beautiful original version:
https://soundcloud.com/ianphclifford/merry-ex-mas

I also recommend checking out Ian's incredible work on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/ianphclifford

Hope you enjoy the song.


LYRICS
Something I’ve been thinking about a lot this week
Is you’ve been in his arms longer than you were with me
As the snow falls down outside and I’m sliding past your drive
And I can see that you’re home
But I am paralyzed, I won’t even try
To say hello
This winter feels longer than lifetimes
I feel like I’ve lived and died a hundred times
But I don’t cry anymore that wells dry down to the floor
And now I’m outside of your front door
And I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Merry Christmas I guess
I miss you to death
The ribbon on my wrist is turning my hand blue
I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas
I said I’d never live another day without you
No I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas
Something I’ve just figured out
Is why you had to leave
Your heart is colder than ice
And mine began to freeze
As the snow falls down outside and I’m sliding past your drive
And I can see that you’re home
I am paralyzed, but I know I need to try
To say hello
This winter feels longer than lifetimes
I feel like I’ve lived and died a hundred times
But I don’t cry anymore that wells dry down to the floor
And now I’m outside of your front door
And I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Merry Christmas I guess
I miss you to death
The ribbon on my wrist is turning my hand blue
I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas

I said I’d never live another day without you
No I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas

Merry Ex-Mas

short song that I composed at home in 40 degree heat... recorded by me in an instrumental home studio, two guitar tracks and simple drums 💪😎🎸

VIDEO LINK
https://youtu.be/QlL1Zn_8Hw0?si=oaIEMhcU5VpKovKW

2025

Guitar Fire 400

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@magdalenameisel
Malovana website : https://malovana.eu/

"Thousand and One" is inspired by the story of Scheherazade and Sultan Shahriyar. After discovering his wife's infidelity, the Sultan decided to kill each of his wives the day after their wedding to prevent a potential betrayal. To save his life and that of other women, Scheherazade began telling stories that fascinated him every night, always ending them when they piqued his curiosity. This led the Sultan to spare her, and over time, he fell in love with her. The piece captures this extraordinary relationship, full of tension but also a gradual warmth and understanding. In the background, there's a sense of oriental magic, mystery, and the power of stories that have endured for centuries. This is a story about the power of words, wisdom, and love that arises where we least expect it. The lyrics offer hope that untamed and deadly force can be transformed into love, and that one should never give up, even when the situation seems hopeless.

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jarosław Toifl, Marcel Różanka
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak,
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

Malovana is a band in its musical form, inspired by the works of painters, concept artists, and designers.

Imagine approaching the painting "Demon" and hearing the buzz, conversations, and music. Krzysztof Wartak's inspiration for "Malovana" brought selected works of art to life through sound, emotion, and narrative. The songs encompass a wide range of texts, also touching on vivid historical figures and timeless events. The results of this unprecedented project will be experienced during concerts organized by the Malovana band in 2025, where outstanding musicians will perform. Their interpretations will transform many works of art and historical events from now on.

Tysiace i Jedna

A track about the struggles of dealing with depression and unemployment at the same time

The only one

Punk Rock NFT / Broken World / Cute Girls / Spy × Punk Girls

“Lost Everything” is the sound of the crash.
Not the glamorous rise, not the inspirational comeback—
the exact moment when charts collapse, plans die, and your carefully curated future evaporates.

In this track, a punk girl watches her world delete itself in real time:
wallets drained, projects rugged, followers gone silent,
DMs unread, timelines turning to static.
It’s not just money or clout that disappears—it’s the story she told herself about who she was.

The guitars grind like corrupted files,
the drums hit like error messages you can feel in your chest,
and somewhere inside all that noise is a single, stubborn heartbeat
that refuses to flatline even when everything else is gone.

“Lost Everything” is a Punk Theology moment at rock bottom:
when there are no more coping mechanisms, no more distractions,
only the terrifying question—
“If I lose all of this… is there still a ‘me’ left to save?”

If you’ve ever watched your life, your hustle, or your Web3 dreams collapse in front of you,
this song is a place to stand in the ruins and breathe.
Not fixed. Not okay. But still here.

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One-line concept
A Punk Theology track about hitting absolute bottom in a Web3-broken city—and discovering that even after losing everything, your heartbeat is still negotiating with grace.

【Grunge Rock】LOST EVERYTHING – Rahab Punkaholic Girls

'Midnight Laundry Disco' poses the question: What if the hottest club is actually the local laundromat? Machines provide the beat, dryers act as strobes, and detergent shines like glitter. It's just two people in socks, dancing more than waiting.

This track captures those nights where a laundry run turns into slipping, sliding, and pure joy. Funky, electronic, and full of disco feels. For anyone who has ever turned a laundromat visit into a main stage moment—this is your anthem.

Midnight Laundry Disco

BRIDGES

Wrote this song in the summer. Inspired by the Beach Boys, the Zombies, and the Byrds. Good for running.

Golden Curls

In the days of bare knuckle boxing a line was drawn in sand. If you got knocked over you had ten seconds to get back on your feet and step up to the line.  Guess we all have days like that.  Piano David JW Murray and sax David McDonald. Thanks for listening.

Years to Date

Step Up to the Line

It may be over, but I'm not done

email: doevandragonetti@gmail.com 

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