Rocky Balboa

Choices of the Grasshopper April 2025

Mixahulababy 787

Release Radar

metal

Zero to Hero

Zero to Hero (Music from "Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy: Original Video Game Soundtrack")

Space Rider

Ghost (Music from "Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy: Original Video Game Soundtrack"/Soundtrack Version)

Tennessee Truth

Barefeet Or Boots

Welcome to My Blue Sky

Rodeo

28 Mar 2025

A Million Times

Choker

SABLE, fABLE

There's A Rhythmn

Ghost of a Tree

‘Running in Circles’ is the indie anthem for anyone stuck in the loop of life — chasing potential, embracing the same old tunes, and trying to find meaning in the noise. With a blend of introspective lyrics and a catchy, laid-back vibe, this track is all about the paradox of going nowhere while feeling like you're everywhere. It’s the perfect soundtrack for those days when you’re spinning around, wondering if there’s more to it, but not really minding the ride. So go ahead, put it on repeat — sometimes, running in circles is exactly where you need to be.

‘Running in Circles’ ist die Indie-Hymne für alle, die im Kreislauf des Lebens festhängen – immer auf der Jagd nach dem nächsten Schritt, sich in den gleichen alten Melodien verlieren und versuchen, im ganzen Lärm etwas Sinnvolles zu finden. Mit nachdenklichen Texten geht es hier um das Paradox, nirgendwohin zu kommen und sich gleichzeitig überall zu fühlen. Der perfekte Soundtrack für die Tage, an denen du im Kreis läufst und dich fragst, ob mehr dahintersteckt, aber den Ride trotzdem genießt. Also, bleib ruhig in der Dauerschleife – manchmal ist das genau das, was du brauchst, um weiterzukommen.

RUNNING IN CIRCLES

Total Reset

You're Mine

The Honeymoon

Tomatoes/Bullshit

Tomatoes

Midnight Moon

Midnight Moon (10 Years On)

Billie Jean

Tone of the Blade

Tone of The Blade

Happy 10th Anniversary to Carrie & Lowell, one of the true great albums.

Death with Dignity (Sufjan Stevens Cover)

Written on a visit to seaside town Hastings, "Hot Air Balloon" captures a fleeting, surreal moment—waking up in his van to a golden haze, looking down at the old town and sea, and watching a blimp lazily follow the shoreline.
The song embodies the sleepy, sepia-toned charm of that day: spontaneous conversations, coffees at The Dunes, thoughts of a late swim, and the beauty of simple observations—like "there’s sand in my shoe, so bad news."
With groovy, addictive drums, washed-out horns, glitchy samples, and driving guitars, "Hot Air Balloon" feels both intimate and expansive. One of my favorite details in the production is a playful sound bite of a child’s voice saying, “It’s my turn,”—a moment captured from a sampler I borrowed from a good friend in Bristol. His kids, excited to have their turn on the mic, unknowingly created a perfect little gem, which I wove throughout the track to complement the drum design. It adds a touch of spontaneity and warmth that makes the song feel even more personal.

Bringing additional depth to the recording, Chris Matthewson’s baritone guitars and KD Kadar’s expert mixing tie the sound together, shaping a track that feels like a dreamy memory—hazy, heartfelt, and effortlessly cool. The track was co-produced by Michael Baker and KD Kadar, ensuring a seamless blend of organic and electronic textures.


Hot Air Balloon

Deadstick

Tall People Don't Live Long

Everything I did for you, girl you still act like its not enough
Her hatred like the money I make, it keep on adding up
Pretty smile but she so dramatic
Highest in the room, I feel like Travis
If love is war, she got an automatic
With red beam firing shots at it

(Fuck it)

Crashout Donny be talkin his shit
Set that boy up like we setting a pick
H- He tried to run but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smoking on cookie Donny fried and crisp
Rockout like Danny but Donny dont bip
Everybody hate me feeling like Chris
Crashout Donny be talkin his shit
Set that boy up like we setting a pick
He tried to run but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smoking on cookie Donny fried and crisp
Rockout like Danny but Donny dont bip
Everybody hate me feeling like Chris

Dro Kenji:
Yea I bought brand new car
Sometimes I don't like the shit im doing
Bae come see me your my rockstar
Life so evil fuck is going on
Yea we tried and I forgot
Yea i was pacing up and down the block
Yea my older self was so lost
Yea im sippin, where the sodas?
Im the same nigga im just older
Its not the same whip i turned it up
Its not the same bitch from the function
She on go, im bout to turn it up
Holes in my jeans cause I’m fly lil baby
We should have a party in the parking lot baby
Glock by bed the bed, by the front door AP
I ain’t finna sit around no gonna save me

I ain’t finna sit around, the bag wont make itself
Head down, bag up, im moving stealth
Face down, ass up, she gon take the belt
Why they worried bout me, focused on myself
She said I went hollywood, Donny gon ditch her
Cut niggas out then I got lil richer
Money keep coming so I how could I miss her?
He wanted smoke now she stuck in a swisher

Crashout Donny be talkin his shit
Set that boy up like we setting a pick
H- He tried to run but that nigga got blitz
He brought his friend and got caught in the mix
Glock whipped, now that boy speak with a lisp
Smoking on cookie Donny fried and crisp
Rockout like Danny but Donny dont bip
Everybody hate me feeling like Chris

CRASHOUT Ft. Dro Kenji & Rj Pasin

Lyrics:

Dig your nails in my back hearing you beg
Said you cant get enough
Love the taste of your blood biting your neck
Show me how much you can take
Push you to the edge, my tongue cuts in like its a knife
There's no need to hold back cause my lips give you the breath of life

Feel the negative presence when you're here
But I cant get enough
Waking up from a dream to a nightmare
Don't know how much I can take
Push me to the edge, lets take our time to redefine our fate
I don't know if we should stop, our lives are always put at stake

Woah
Woah
You wrapped around inside my head and now I cant let go
You pushed me to the other side I've fallen so below
You wrapped around inside my head and now I cant let go
Your pretty face wanted me dead
This time you'll be alone

Dig your nails in my back hearing you beg
Said you cant get enough
Love the taste of your blood biting your neck
Show me how much you can take
Push you to the edge, my tongue cuts in like its a knife
There's no need to hold back cause my lips give you the breath of life

Feel the negative presence when you're here
But I cant get enough
Waking up from a dream to a nightmare
Don't know how much I can take
Push me to the edge, lets take our time to redefine our fate
I don't know if we should stop, our lives are always put at stake

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah, oh

Total Reset

Frankie and the Witch Fingers