A high-energy rock ‘n’ roll throwback with all the love and respect for the legendary Chuck Berry! Inspired by Johnny B. Goode, this track blends electrifying guitar solos, soulful female vocals, and classic doo-wop harmonies, all wrapped up in OMGG Band’s unique style.

Featuring:
Oceana - Powerful lead vocals, stepping beyond her usual repertoire!
Gigi - Ripping up the fretboard, fingers bleeding with every note!
Special thanks to Erik Mattson for an unforgettable saxophone solo!

If you love 1950s rock, rhythm & blues, and doo-wop harmonies, this one’s for you! Let us know what you think – we love you! ❤️

Jenny B. Groove (Go, Jenny, Go!)

I'm in space
I'm floating through the stars
I'm in space
I think that one is Mars
I'm in space
I feel a little sick
I'm in space
Space travel is shit

Why did I think it was a good idea to give all of my money to those venture capitalists?
Who sent us up in this capsule. it looked so good in the brochure
Why did I think it was a good idea to give all of my life savings to that dodgy travel agency?

I'm in space
I'm floating through the vacuum
I'm in space
There's no echo in a vacuum
I'm in space
Oooo ah oo

Why did I think it was a good idea to give all of my money to that new space travel start up?
Who sent us up in this rocket, it looked so good in the advert
I thought space would be a wonderful place where we could escape from all the hecticness of Earth life and
I thought a room on Hotel Moon would make everybody say what a cool holiday you had
We should have just gone to Cornwall

Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?

Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
We want to go to the park,
We want to go on the waterslide, Daddy

Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
They ask me where we’re going but I don’t know where we are
I look outside the window and all I see are stars

Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
We want to go to the beach!
Do they have beaches on the moon?
I don’t know we’ll find out when we get there
It says in the brochure they have beaches
Or at least they have virtual beaches or photos of beaches
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
We want to go on the slide, we want an Ice-cream, Daddy
“Here, take this colouring in book, you can colour in the stars and the aliens as we’re floating around”
“But daddy, whenever I touch it with my crayon, the page floats to the other side of the capsule, Daddy”
Why did I think it was a good idea to take my family on the first ever lunar package holiday for families, this was a terrible idea, we should have just gone to Bermo,
Why did I think it was a good idea to take my family on the first ever commercial lunar holiday for families, this was a terrible idea, we should have just gone to Orkney!

Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, are we there yet?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
Are we there yet, Daddy?
We’re in space!

I'm in Space

Riot Act

Here’s a bit of a follow-up to our last song, “2 Minutes In A Car Wash”. 

The story continues with "Little Blue Green Opel"...

She had a little blue green Opel
With a short funny shift
She drove it everywhere
Never needed a lift

A radio with buttons
Some candy in her coat
A paperback of Burroughs
And a half-written note

She'd park down by the river
Watch the barges roll on past
Said the future was a thief
And the present would never last

She had boots from Vienna
With cracked leather soles
She only walked at night
Cause she said it had soul

I asked where was she going
She said maybe somewhere
Then she laughed like a poet
Who had nothing to fear

We drank in the Opel
Till the bottle ran dry
Then she pointed to the stars
And whispered don’t you lie

She had a little blue green Opel
And a map torn in two
She said don’t try to follow
Then disappeared into the blue

Little Blue Green Opel (with Joliz)

BluetoothMoon

Twilight Of The Soul

Sorry for the messed up levels! 

Lyrics:

Phone face down
Screen got cracked
Said I’d quit
Then I slip back.

Boots in the hall
One sock on
Glass in the sink
oh my god the bourbon’s gone.

Scrolled through drafts
I Didn’t send
Lied I’d stop
Then oh my god I pressed send.

Fridge light buzz
Flickering white
Tongue feels thick
Oh my god my skull feels tight.

I’m not most people
I drink just to fight
I regret every drop.
If I remember it right.

Coat on the floor
Keys by the drain
Bottle cap bent
Oh my god a weird pain
Words came fast
You moved slow
Left the porch
oh my god into the snow.

Room went dim
Thoughts turned loud
Tried to stand
But oh my god I fell down.

I’m not most people
I ruin what’s right
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Wiped the mirror
Missed a streak
Same as the thoughts
I never speak.
I swore I’d quit
Even set the date
Laughed alone
Oh my god that's my fate.

Sun broke in
Seared my face
Breath like cigarettes
Oh my god there's no escape.
Called my sister
Voice was low
Said I’d quit
Oh my god She hung up slow.

I’m not most people
I ghost what I love
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Sink ran warm,
Scrubbed the cup,
Let it go,
Oh my god that's enough.

Bourbon

A Coming Of Sin

“Sweat on Velvet”


[Verse 1]
Your breath fogged up the mirror—
But you never looked inside
Said you missed my mouth
More than you missed my pride
You pulled me like a whisper,
Hands all sin, no shame
I let the silence answer
When you moaned my name

[Pre-Chorus]
Velvet stuck to skin like guilt
Red light painted every tilt
We weren’t kissin’—we were hidin’
Truth in heat, and lies in slidin’

[Chorus]
Sweat on velvet, breath on glass
Hearts too dirty, moves too fast
Tangled in the things we meant
Sins too loud, but heaven-sent
You called it need—I called it fate
I bit my lip and locked the gate
If love’s a lie, then let’s pretend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

[Verse 2]
Your zipper sounded like a dare
That I was born to lose
But I let it open anyway
Like pain I get to choose
Your fingers wrote confessions
In the gospel of my spine
And every time I said “don’t stop”—
I meant make it mine

[Pre-Chorus]
Curtains closed, but not enough
We hid in heat, we bruised in love
No promises, no past to claim—
Just skin and sweat and no one's name

[Chorus]
Sweat on velvet, breath on glass
Lust too slow, but built to last
Truth bent over every sigh
We kissed like “sorry” was a lie
You called it wrong—I called it real
'Cause shame don’t sweat, but this could heal
If it’s a sin, then let it bend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

[Bridge – half-murmured, like through closed teeth]
Don't ask me what it meant—
You know I never learned restraint
We weren’t in love, we weren’t awake
We were just too raw to fake

[Final Chorus – slower, stripped down, almost a cappella]
Sweat on velvet, breath on skin
If guilt’s a room, then let us in
Forget the pain, forget the rules—
Just leave the light off for the fools
You called it lost—I called it grace
As I buried reason in your face
Let’s not regret, let’s just descend—
'Til sweat on velvet makes it end

Sweat on Velvet

Shadows and moonlight .mp3

SAY JUDAS CAME UP TO D.C.

Alfred Dobisch is a multimedia artist from Hamburg, Germany. He employs artificial intelligence systems, studio effects, and hybrid men-machine techniques throughout every stage of his creative process. His songs are often simple. But sometimes they become multidimensional works with many layers of meaning.  His tracks are accompanied by his personal artwork and videos. His musical style is influenced by a multitude of musical genres from all epochs and musical traditions. He frequently uses surreal effects and juxtapositions. You can find both his artist blog and newsletter at www.foolishambition.eu. To get an overview of all his releases, visit his official YouTube artist channel under: https://www.youtube.com/@FoolishAmbition-ais.

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