Palaye Royale - Fucking With My Head

ZITTI E BUONI - MANESKIN (ORCHESTRATED)

Right!!  (1054)  ft. Donna AI   2nd Version

As a football coach for many years, I’ve known the profound beauty of this game—its comradery, its mentorship, its capacity to humble and shape young people. The lessons are real. The brotherhood is real.

But so is the cost.

And seldom has that cost come from the athletes themselves. More often, it’s in how we, as a society, turn labor into performance, and pain into profit—especially when the lights are brightest and the cameras roll longest.

This piece is dedicated to the men who sacrificed their minds, their bodies, and their peace—not just for yards or wins, but for teams, for teammates, for communities. For their families. 
In honored memory of Junior Seau and Dave Duerson.


I think it’s time we remove the facemask.

Silver Liars Playbook

SEEK DEEP - COLLAPSE - STUDIO MASTER

Unless this is the first song of mine you've stumbled across, you know me by now. I'm often first in line to kick myself in the teeth and sink into a morass of anxiety and despair. But, y'know, sometimes I just want to bounce around the house. Sometimes I feel like making something happy and high-energy. That's not to say, ofc, that there's not a little sour note of reality Trojan Horse'd in along the way (like I said, you know me), but it's still a pretty happy, fun song that'll get you moving and having a good time. 

LYRICS:

Go, oh no
Go
Whoa
Whoa

Turn it up, turn up and sing a little louder
Turn it up, turn up and sing a little prouder
Turn it up, turn up and sing a little higher
Scream out every word until your voice is very tired
Turn it up, turn up and dance right when the beat drop
Turn it up, turn up and dance right when the beat drop
Turn it up, turn up and dance until the beat stop
Shakin' all your bacon, don't ever let your feet stop

Strike a match and set fire to the dance floor
Drop it low, girl, show me what that ass for
Break it down like the beat is a glass door
Come on everybody, yo, you gotta take a chance more

Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, yo
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, go
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, oh
We won't stop until the sun breaks the horizon

Grinding for the weekend always leave you depressed
What's it for but building up more stress?
Pass the test to diminish like the rest
Snag a small bag, feel hashtag so blessed
Then what? You spend it all on nonsense
In debt, you're halfway washed and on rinse
Feel dumb, can't even mount a defense
You talk about yourself now in past tense

Don't give up, another day tomorrow
Don't give up, a new chance to be a star, yo
Don't give up, here's some riches you can borrow
Life's too short to spend your days in sorrow

Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, yo
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, go
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, oh
We won't stop until the sun breaks the horizon

Turn it up, turn up 'til you can't hear them screaming
Turn it up, turn up 'til the world is normal seeming
Turn it up, turn up and if you see it keep on turning
Pretend nothing's collapsing and your city isn't burning
Turn it up, turn up and dance while people crying
Turn it up, turn up, tell yourself it ain't worth trying
Turn it up, turn up and let your leaders keep on lying
Hiding and abiding, just keep dancing while you're dying 

Make your choice and keep fiddling while Rome burns
Play with toys and argue over whose turn
Close your eyes and villainize those who learn
Ignorance is bliss and isn't that what you've earned?

Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, yo
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, go
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Bounce to the beat, oh

We won't stop until the sun breaks the horizon

Whoa
Whoa

© 2025 Funk McPuke

Bounce To The Beat

BOUNCE TO THE BEAT

Brace yourself for a sonic confession wrapped in distortion and unapologetic fire. “Crash My Halo” isn’t here to save souls — it’s here to set them ablaze. With raw vocals from Sarah Winters and an avalanche of emotion, this track mixes rebellion, wit, and cinematic energy into one fierce anthem. Loud, clever, and beautifully imperfect. Because some halos were made to fall — in style.

Crash My Halo - NIRVAYN

Prod by sickboi

new teeth 
i know you can’t stay 
but do you gotta go?
i- got some toothaches cuz i just gotta grow 
i been feeling this way 
i’m wishing you would call
oh maybe things’ll change 
and we can just talk abt it 

cross my tee’s and dot my i’s
im not waking up till i feel alright 
and i know ur lost 
and so am i 
no need to wait on up 
i’m gonna be just fine yeah 

are you really gone no i don’t blame you 
i think that we should talk 
but its at your pace 
and we’re trying hard to cope 
cuz it ain’t the same 
oh baby i would risk it all 
no matter what it takes now  

ive been so blind 
it took to long to realize 
that you’ve been tongue tied 
was too busy talking about all my own shit 

can we just talk 
take the time and rewind it 
to those summer nights 
yeah this fall feels like dying 
it’s not just the leaves 
and i can’t stop the crying 
oh no don’t take it out 
on who i care about 

cross my tee’s and dot my i’s
im not waking up till i feel alright 
and i know ur lost 
and so am i 
no need to wait on up 
i’m gonna be just fine yeah 

oh i’ll be fine but it’ll take a minute 
i know we need our time 
although it feels so different 

i wanna close my eyes 
so i can look at your face 
hope i don’t wake up now 

can we just talk 
take the time and rewind it 
to those summer nights 
yeah this fall feels like dying 
it’s not just the leaves 
and i can’t stop the crying 
oh no don’t take it out 
on who i care about 


this weight on my chest i’ve been dying to tell you
bout all my regrets 
no this time i won’t act out 
yeah im in my head 
not depressed 
thinking clear now
just one chance baby wanna hear ur side

New teeth

The song "The Rally Cry Mirage" is a biting critique of performative activism, crowd-fueled outrage, and the hollow illusions of modern social and political movements. At its core, it portrays the "rally cry"—those fervent chants, slogans, and viral causes—as a deceptive mirage: a shimmering promise of truth, justice, and unity that evaporates upon closer inspection, leaving behind noise, division, and unexamined lies.

The Rally Cry Mirage

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
The skyline bends, reflection fades,
truth looks different in the haze.
I built my faith on fragile glass,
now I’m watching the color crash.
You said the cracks just let light in —
but I can’t tell where to begin.
Every step’s a haunting sound,
in the silence, I’m unbound.

Pre-Chorus
If we shatter, will we shine?
Can I still call what’s left mine?

Chorus
Under fractured light,
I see the pieces start to breathe.
Every broken shape of me
still burns to believe.
If the world caves in tonight,
I’ll find my way through the debris —
’cause even shattered,
I can still see.

Verse 2
Your voice still cuts through static air,
a tether pulling me somewhere.
The weight of dreams we left behind
still hums like power lines.
I’ve tried to run, I’ve tried to stay,
both roads led me the same way —
to the truth beneath the ache,
that breaking’s just another way to wake.

Pre-Chorus
If we shatter, will we shine?
Can I still call what’s left mine?

Chorus
Under fractured light,
I see the pieces start to breathe.
Every broken shape of me
still burns to believe.
If the world caves in tonight,
I’ll find my way through the debris —
’cause even shattered,
I can still see.

Bridge / Breakdown
(guitars swell / ambient reverb / soft scream harmonies)
Let the fall become the sound,
of everything we’re breaking down.
We were never meant to stay whole —
just to find the light in control.

Final Chorus / Outro
Under fractured light,
I’m not afraid to bleed.
Every scar’s a map that leads
back to who I need to be.
If the dark pulls me inside,
I’ll still burn endlessly —
’cause even shattered,
I can still see.

Fractured Light

Hollywood Undead - California

Hey there, y'all! I'm Funk McPuke, an artist and musician originally from Los Angeles, CA but now living in my own little world.

After being in a bunch of punk and metal bands, I started writing and posting my own music here as a way of journaling feels, processing emotions, having fun with sounds, and annoying my neighbors. I decided early on to always just write whatever I was feeling in the moment and never chase an audience or clicks or clout, the result being that my music is a mix of various styles I like in various balances without any attempt to cater to a particular audience or genre. Depending on the song, you might hear a little punk, metal, grunge, electro, rap, post-hardcore, industrial, or any combination of those and other genres. I like to squish different sounds together and see what happens. If it sounds good, has a catchy hook, and makes me want to either cry or jump on my furniture and break stuff, it gets posted. Soundcloud is my place to play around and have a good time making music I enjoy without overthinking it too much. 

Ymmv. If you like one thing and one thing only -- like, if you're one of those people who believes punk has a uniform or something is "not metal" if it doesn't sound like all the other bands you listen to -- this might not be for you. Or maybe it is. Idk. I'm not the boss of you. Give it a listen and decide for yourself. And, hey, if you don't like one song, try another. You might like that one better.

Either way, I'mma keep writing and posting music for myself. But, y'know, if you find some lyrics you connect with, some hook that makes you bounce around your house, or just something to put on while you FINALLY do those dishes that have been stinking up your kitchen for the past week, then welcome. Even though I'm not chasing an audience, I do love getting messages from people who've connected with something I've made. It makes me feel less alone in the world and, for all those people who've messaged me in the past or will message me in the future, I appreciate you. I truly do. Thanks for stopping by and giving me a listen. I may write this music for myself because I think that's the best way to keep it honest, but I still believe music, like all art, is best when it's shared.