THE BOY - RIOT OF THE MIND
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This is a cheering song for punks. Everything by myself. Main genres are Punk / Pop Punk. The moods are Energetic, Upbeat. The overall vibes are inspired by The Clash. Simplicity and passionate vocal. The sounds of guitar and bass are inspired by Green Day. I love their lively music. The goal was to make music as open as theirs. In creating, anyway, I tried to make a punk song that is simple. There's nothing difficult about the guitar, bass and drums. I would be really happy if someone heard this song and decided to start a band. The chorus is very very easy to remember! I want the audience to play loud at the party.

Lyrics : 1! 2! 3! 4!

We mustn’t forget about love
I don't need fuckin' rules
I wanna be in the sunshine
I don't ever know your shine

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

There's nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
'Cause I'm in love with you
I like to be higher than the sky
We don't need to cry now

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

We need a new riot
Riot Riot of our minds
We mustn't forget about love
We don't need our fighting glove

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

RIOT OF THE MIND

I give her my heart
Brilliant me
I give her my heart
And she deceived me
Now I'm filled with darkness
While you're shining bright
Big dumb moon
Big dumb moon
In a big dumb sky

She got me bewildered
She got me bewitched
She might as well sold me
The Brooklyn Bridge
And now I'm wondering
Why oh why
Big dumb moon
Big dumb moon
In a big dumb sky

Bright fat and full
Looking down at me
In an ocean of stars
Twinkling fancy free
Do you not care
Do you not see
The fool she made of me.

A little betrayal
A little deceit
Nothing new to her
But it's new to me
And it's got me sinking
To the depths of the night
Big dumb moon
Big dumb moon
In a big dumb sky.

On a lovely night
Just like this
I was mistaken by the moonlight
Mistaken by a kid

Now I'm filled with darkness
While you're shining bright
Big dumb moon
Big dumb moon
In a big dumb sky

Big Dumb Moon

Fun At Night

happy...la...la...lah..joyous and inlove ❤️👍🙏😟😅😂🤣

I'D RATHER DIE D-MIX

Kasi Rap connect with Afro-hop,  let it 🔥 ❤️😂🙏👍

AZITSHE BY RUFF T FT TOOLBOX AN KILLOR

Struggle song mix with Hip hop to create Afro-hop 🙏❤️👀

FIRE BRIGADE

ANARS ! Le sentier obscur

Little Flower

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

SMOKE N’ UP - taylor D.I.E

by  @thenewofthetower  (YouTube)
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Official video: https://youtu.be/qkRkbWNog_Q

🌙 "On the Road Again" – a soulful journey through the open road. 🚗💨  
Feel the pulse of freedom, the weight of memories, and the call of distant horizons in this dreamy fife and drum blues. A song that echoes the spirit of the wanderer, the traveler on a quest for meaning and peace. 🎶🌌 Whether you're chasing the wind or letting go of the past, this track captures the emotions of being in motion, physically and emotionally. ✨ 

💔 "On the Road Again" is more than just a song—it’s a reflection of what it means to move forward, no matter the scars. It’s about finding yourself in the journey, embracing the freedom of the open road, and feeling alive under the stars. 🌟

🌀 This track blends traditional blues with a dreamy, hypnotic rhythm that will make you feel like you're on a road trip, losing yourself in the vastness of time and space. 🚀 Perfect for anyone who’s ever set out on a journey, whether literal or emotional. 🌍 

🎧 Listen now and let the road take you where it leads! 🌈 

Lyrics:

Verse 1:  
I’m rollin' down this dusty road,  
A suitcase full of dreams I hold,  
The night is dark but the moon’s my guide,  
I leave behind what’s making me hide.  

Chorus:  
I’m on the road again,  
Chasing the wind, forget the pain,  
I won’t look back, won’t turn around,  
I’m just a soul that’s lost and found.  

Verse 2:  
My boots have seen a thousand miles,  
Through lonely nights and forgotten smiles,  
The highway’s long but it feels like home,  
I’m just a traveler, always alone.  

Chorus:  
I’m on the road again,  
Chasing the wind, forget the pain,  
I won’t look back, won’t turn around,  
I’m just a soul that’s lost and found.  

Bridge:  
A new town calls, but I’m still the same,  
I keep movin' on, it’s just part of the game,  
The past is behind, but the road is ahead,  
A journey to freedom where the heart's led.  

Chorus (repeat):  
I’m on the road again,  
Chasing the wind, forget the pain,  
I won’t look back, won’t turn around,  
I’m just a soul that’s lost and found. 

On the Road Again (Original Mix)

DDVLUX KAVOD is an Afro -hop artist from South Africa.  He is a song writer, producer and a vocalist. He can play different instruments including guitar, marimba and imbira.  He is also a beat maker, content creator and a Podcaster.  My email is availablebelow for collaborations or to work with me. You can follow me on all social media platforms @DDVLUX.  For business deals and bookings please kindly email me dumolwethudazel@gmail.com or inbox me here or on messenger. l have created #iam for independent artists to unite and support each other. Please check out the song called #iam under description page here.You can join my master class called Sitdown&Tshilex daily on TikTok between 3&6 : am.  if you want to invest in my music you can contact me on the email given above or join my street team. All relevant details are under the description page of my song called Pusha, here. For gifts or donations please use this FNB East London 212 bank account no : 63139967830 :DD Vokwana: branch code:210121, SWIFT CODE : FIRNZAJJ Thanks for stopping by, your support is greatly appreciated 🙏👍❤️✨️✨️✨️😂 you can inbox me your Facebook username to add you on my group or email address to add you on my mailing list...