Music by Trevor Horn
Remix and lyrics by Geeezer
 
[Verse]
Every day I play the games,
Even Pac-Man knows my name,
Wall-to-wall this mad arcade,
Creates it’s 8-bit masquerade.

[Interlude]
 
[Verse] (part)
Donkey Kong may not be real,
But Paulina’s got the sex appeal,
Though I can’t give up this noble quest,
  
[Bridge]
Maybe I should take a rest.
  
[Chorus]
And so I reach the screen
With which I have been totally obsessed
My ABCs, low on the leaderboard, 
Scream, I’m still not the best.

Li-ving in the ...
 
Living in the classic age,
Brandishing my pixel rage.
Underground or outer space, 
I don’t think I can stand the pace.

[Verse] (part)
I know they’re only vector lines,
Beating me time after time,
Still I cannot disengage,
Could this be the classic age?

Chorus

Li-ving in the ...
 
plastic age X3
 
Chorus 
 
classic age X3

Living in the Classic Age

Welcome to the sonic odyssey that Geeezer has masterfully composed in this cover of Herbie Hancock's classic, "Maiden Voyage." As the cosmic whispers of synthesized beats interweave with the effortless drift of ambient undertones, you'll feel like you're floating on a sea of tranquility under an expanse of digital stars.

Drawing upon the original’s jazz undercurrents, Geeezer maintains a respect for tradition while bringing an avant-garde approach to electronica. This rendition brings to life an intimate tapestry of sound, leading you gently from the foggy shores of familiarity into uncharted territories of chill and laid-back landscapes.

Picture this: an old piano at the back of a spaceship, its ivories tinkled by the gentle hum of the engine; a saxophone speaking the language of the cosmos, the bassline thrumming like the heart of the universe. All these elements have been repurposed, recomposed, retouched by the deft hands of Geeezer into a soundscape as vast as the cosmos.

Maiden Voyager

Under the gruff, twinkling city night, "Fantasy" is reborn, transmogrified into a rollicking, pulsating creature of the night by the spell of the EDM sorcery. Echoes of Earth, Wind & Fire's legendary groove have been spliced with the erratic heartbeat of the modern dancefloor. The once soulful harmonies, now riding on the rhythmic rails of booming basslines and synthesized sizzle, infuse the night air with an electrifying energy. There's a familiar funkiness, wrapped up in an audacious, banging new wardrobe, hopping unsteadily across the boundaries of time, merging the golden disco age with the neon-lit, unyielding ferocity of the contemporary club scene. It's an uptempo anthem, a remixed tribute to the classic, resonating through smoky corridors of modern electronica, every beat echoing the past while flirting with the future. Every pulsating drop a nostalgic nod, every rhythmic rush a leap towards the unknown. This isn't just a cover, it's a resurrection, a reincarnation – Earth, Wind & Fire's "Fantasy" reimagined for the 24-hour party people, a timeless tune dancing to the relentless, nocturnal drum of the EDM beat.

Fantasy (Earth, Wind & Fire Cover)

In the hazy, electric-lit backroom of a hard-rock dive bar, the relentless riff of Motörhead's "Ace of Spades" thunders forth, swathed in the neon glow of high-energy electronica. This is no mere cover; it's a wild, heady ride down the twisted highways of synthesized soundscapes, where the classic growl of Lemmy Kilmister's vocals meets the pulsating beats of the modern age. Dramatic and robust, it's like a high-stakes poker game between the grizzled veteran of heavy rock and the edgy upstart of electronica, each playing their hand with a potent mix of bluster and finesse. Every chord, every beat, every syllable of the iconic tune is magnified, intensified, electrified, resulting in a rich, full-bodied concoction that's as intoxicating as it is invigorating. The classic hard-rock grit of the original track, now infused with the lightning charge of electronic music, creates an audacious rendition that pays tribute to the legendary Motörhead while pushing the boundaries of genre and sound.

Ace Of Spades - Electro-Industrial Motorhead Cover

Original music by Eddie Cooley; ‎John Davenport, Made famous by Peggy Lee
Remix by Geeezer

Step into the electrifying shadows where the vintage glows with the pulse of the modern. We welcome you to a sonic sphere that traverses time, oscillating between the rugged grit of a bygone era and the sparkling edges of electronic dance music. Our interpretation of "Fever (You Give Me)" offers a journey down memory lane - but with a twist, a jolt of electric energy that catapults the classic into the heart of the dancefloor. This cover might stir in your mind the visions of a gravel-voiced raconteur painting vivid tales in a smoky bar, or perhaps a musical eccentric, leading an orchestra through the unexpected. Yet, the essence remains distinctly ours, the fusion uniquely our craft. Let the raw power of EDM meet the playful charm of Electro Swing in a tribute that's sure to set your pulses racing.

Lyrics:
… Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever,
… When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the mornin', a fever all through the night
… Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever,
… When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the mornin'
A fever all through the night
… Everybody's got the fever
That is somethin' you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started a long ago
… Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever
… When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever
I'm on fire
Fever yeah I burn forsooth
… Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, "Daddy oh don't you dare"
He gives me fever
… With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever
I'm his missus
And daddy won't you treat him right?
… Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever
… When we kiss them
Fever if you live you learn
Fever
Till you sizzle
Oh what a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
And what a lovely way to burn

(You Give Me) Fever

From the dusk-lit backstreets of electronic dance music and the sultry lounges of electro swing, geeezer emerges, jazz standard in hand, ready to smash conventions. "Cute" by Hefti/Basie may have never met this new breed of raw groove, but when they collide, sparks ignite in a pyrotechnic show. Geeezer riffs off the familiar tune, sending it through a vortex of warping synths and pounding basslines, imbuing it with a frenetic rhythm that whispers of a gravel-voiced bard and a mustachioed musical iconoclast. It's a heady cocktail of unexpected elements, with an intoxicating charm that brings you back for another round.

Cute (Hefti/Geeezer) - EDM/Electro Swing Remix !!! FREE DOWNLOAD !!!

Song by Noel Harrison
Arranged and performed by Geeezer

LYRICS
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!

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They stand at the edge of the canvas, lips parted in an unseen song. The wind carries her serenade, a melody both poignant and serene. Behind, the windmills turn - steady, silent sentinels keeping time to the ghosts' tune. Each turn of the blades is a silent note, etching an arpeggio rhythm into the cloud-filled sky.

No ordinary serenade, no-- a siren's call from the twilight, a lullaby for the lost, a symphony spun from the strands of longing and lament. A tune that echoes in the quiet corners of your soul, a song you've known without ever hearing it. It's the windmills of your mind, turning, always turning, a testament to the music that exists in the spaces between. Welcome to the dance, stranger. Let the music lead you home.

Windmills Of Your Mind

Down the winding alleyways of a midnight city, a song emerges, brash and unapologetic. The neon glow of streetlights is reflected in its pulsating electronic heartbeat, as if every street corner and hidden dive bar has poured their essence into it. The rhythm hard and insistent, a headlong tumble into the underbelly of the night, while synth lines squirm and twist, wraiths in the smoke-filled air. It's a testament to the defiant, the ones who wear midnight on their sleeves and dance till dawn in a world that's too quick to care.

Like a switchblade kiss, the song is simultaneously electrifying and dangerous, a heady mix of adrenaline and reckless abandon. The beat, an uncaged beast, prowls through the soundscape, relentless and unyielding. The melody, a siren's call, lures you deeper into the neon labyrinth. It's a reckless joyride, a careening dance on the razor's edge of dawn, daring the sun to rise. This is the anthem of the night owls, the dream chasers, the ones who find poetry in the pulse of a city that never sleeps.

 I Don’t Care Anymore
Song by Phil Collins
Geeezered-up by Geeezer

Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don't care anymore
You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore, d'you hear?
I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play
'Cause I've been talking to the people
That you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to an end
They don't care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind
I don't care anymore
I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
Well, I don't care now what you say
'Cause every day I'm feeling fine with myself
And I don't care now what you say
Hey, I'll do alright by myself
'Cause I don't
'Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cause you held the cards
I don't care anymore
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cause all I want of you is just to let me be
I don't care anymore
Do you hear, I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway
I won't be there no more
So get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore

I Dont Care Anymore - Heavy EDM Cover

Music and lyrics by Richard deCosta

LYRICS
'Neath the hood, a twinkling eye, 
Midnight's secret  bold and sly, 
Silhouettes against the sky, 
Sweet that no one’s asking why.

In the streets where shadows play, 
Nighttime whispers lead the way, 
Laughing, dancing, hearts in sway, 
In the realm of yesterday.

Hot in the hoodie, honey, sick as sin, 
Cloaked in dirty secrets, thick and thin, 
Whirling and whirling to the rhythm's spin, 
One part angel, two parts gin.

ABOUT
A midnight call from the urban jungle, a sultry, pulsating rhythm that echoes in the alleyways where shadows tango to its mesmerizing beat. It's a musical cocktail, one part angel and two parts gin, that swirls with the sweet taste of unasked questions and secrets cloaked in the thickness of night. With every note, it paints a vivid, neon-lit picture of life on the streets, where silhouettes dance against the sky and laughter mingles with the whispers of the night.

It exudes a sense of restless energy, a sensual driving force that's as intoxicating as the city nightlife itself. It's like a secret handshake, a sly wink to those who roam the streets when the world sleeps, capturing the unbridled spirit of the urban night in its every beat. Amidst the swirling synths and hypnotic beats, you can almost hear the city breathe, feel its heart pulsate, its veins throbbing with the rhythm of life. It's not just a song, it's a love letter to the city after dark, a testament to the beauty that blooms under the neon lights.

Hot In The Hoodie

There's a grizzled charm to this rendition of the Airwolf Theme Song, an air of nostalgia dusted with a gritty, modern twist. Like a once-prized nickelodeon lost in the attic, only to be discovered and dusted off, the tune carries the rhythm of the past and the pulse of the present, an echo of old school heroism set to the pace of heavy bass house EDM electronica. It's a tribute to the days of yore, yet unafraid to speak the language of the new age - a testament to the timeless allure of a good melody and the transformative power of modern music technology.

Airwolf Theme - Deep House/EDM Cover

This ditty is a serenade to the ceaseless babble of the river, an ode to its infinite song that’s as constant as the sun setting and the moon sweeping across the night sky. It's a shimmering electronic symphony, wrapped in the warmth of a fading sunset, echoing with whispers of the river's secrets and the rhythm of the divine.

Just as the river twists and turns, meandering to the sea, so does our tune. It bends with the tide, it learns with the soul, it hums gently under the moon. By the time daylight comes, you'll find yourself lost in its depth, basking in the river's light, set free into the welcoming arms of a new day.

A River's Tune

Shrouded in the mystic twilight of memory and music, a familiar tune is reborn. A rendition of "Layla" that seems to have been plucked from the backrooms of a forgotten blues joint where the smoke hangs heavy and time seems to pause. The melodies flow like molasses, full and sweet, carrying the ache of the original through the pulsing undercurrent of a deep bass house rhythm. An unexpected marriage, the raw and poignant strain of Clapton's classic intertwines with the thrumming triplet rhythm, creating a soundscape that's both intimate and expansive, a languid river of sound coursing over the steady heartbeat of the night.

There's a quiet kind of courage in its unhurried progression, a nod to the unyielding march of time and the bittersweet beauty of remembrance. It's not a call to dance, rather an invitation to close your eyes and lose yourself in the ebb and flow of the music. This isn't just a cover, but a tribute - a salute to a bygone era of music, reimagined through the lens of the contemporary, a testament to the enduring power of a well-loved song.

Clapton/Geeezer - Layla - Bass House Cover

Words & Music by Geeezer

hush of dawn 
dreams are drawn 
silk night worn 
hues forlorn 

moonlights face in stellar space 
the heartbeats chase their loving grace 
eternal sky where dreams do lie 
the starlight sighs with in your eyes 
the endless deep where secrets sleep
their vigils keep in dreams do leap 
in boundless skies dreams up so high 
the starlight sighs within your eyes

-=-
Step into the world of "Falling Star Systems," a place where the throb of 123 BPM deep bass house meets the ethereal whispers of soft female vocals. It's a dreamscape painted in sonic hues, where the hush of dawn meets the secrets of the night. Like a haunting lullaby spun by a celestial muse, this song weaves a tapestry of sound that shimmers with starlight and throbs with the heartbeat of the cosmos. It's a journey through the galaxies, piloted by a rhythm that pulsates with the mystery of the unknown and the allure of the infinite.

The song captures a sense of longing, of reaching for the untouchable - the stars in the distant night sky. The bass is a resonating pulse, a deep and driving force that propels you through this cosmic journey. The vocals are like tendrils of mist, a soft and ethereal counterpoint to the solid grounding of the bass. The rhythm is the chase, the pursuit of dreams within the endless expanse of the universe. It's an exploration of the silent spaces between the stars, filled with the sound of yearning. The echoes of the song resonate in the heart of the listener, each beat a reminder of the dreams that lie within us, under the sighing starlight of our own inner skies.

Falling Star Systems

Lose yourself in this gritty, pulsating odyssey that takes a beloved classic and drags it through the underbelly of the city, dressing it up in neon lights and a cloud of smoke. The familiar strains of "My Sharona" are reborn in a heavy bass house EDM electronica guise, the bass throbbing like the heartbeat of the city nightlife. The well-loved melody weaves through the relentless rhythm, sometimes clear as a siren, sometimes as distant and fragmented as reflections in rain-slicked streets.

As the track unfurls, it feels as if we're being led through a maze of alleyways, the pounding bass echoing off the walls, the synth melodies casting flickering shadows. Each twist and turn in the song is an unexpected junction, a new layer of the city to explore. It's a celebration of the night, the dance, the feverish energy of a thousand pulsating lights. And in the midst of this urban labyrinth, that familiar tune dances, defiant and undying - a specter of the past living vibrantly in the heart of the present.

My Sharona - EDM/Bass House Mix

Words & Music by Geeezer

Picture this, a siren's call from the other side of the cosmos, a melody stitched together by otherworldly frequencies and the pulsating heartbeat of the galaxy. It's the kind of tune that wraps you in a cosmic dance, where stars whisper and galaxies crumble, a symphony of cosmic anomalies and astral phenomena. The rhythm, it's like the thrumming of a spaceship, punctuated by the boom and crash of quasars, the universe itself throwing down the beat.

It's a song of contradictions, of unseen fates and false devotions. Each note, each beat, feels like an echo from a dark chasm, resonating with something deep and elemental within you. The music breathes life into the void, filling it with sounds that are at once fragile and powerful. And somewhere in the middle of this cosmic ballet, you find yourself dancing, lost and found in the labyrinth of life.

LYRICS
Taches cosmiques, nous dérivons,
Fantômes dans le vide, nous tamisons,
Les étoiles chuchotent, les secrets changent,
Les galaxies s'effondrent, le temps s'accélère.

Gouffres sombres, comme des océans,
Les échos frissonnent, les notions froides,
Masques de vérité, fausses dévotions,
La vie respire, les mouvements fragiles.

Rêves vastes, comme le ciel,
Le sens gonfle, l'espoir s'envole,
Des destins invisibles, le destin ment,
L'immensité tient, la vérité défie.

Boom, crash, quasars flamboient,
Langage vif, vision floue,
Il faut danser, labyrinthe de la vie,
Sens trouvé, dans l'étreinte du doute.

—
Cosmic specks, we drift,
Ghosts in the void, we sift,
Stars whisper, secrets shift,
Galaxies crumble, time swift.

Dark chasms, like oceans,
Echoes shiver, cold notions,
Masks of truth, false devotions,
Life breathes, fragile motions.

Dreams vast, as the skies,
Meaning swells, hope flies,
Fates unseen, destiny lies,
Vastness holds, truth defies.

Boom, crash, quasars blaze,
Language vivid, vision haze,
Dance we must, life's maze,
Meaning found, in doubt's embrace.

Taches Cosmiques

Underneath a moonlit sky, pulsating rhythms collide with a driving beat in this electrifying sonic journey. A cascade of bouncy basslines merges seamlessly with futuristic sounds, unleashing an energetic torrent that fills the dancefloor. The air is alive with the undeniable allure of Everybody Wants You, a mesmerizing fusion of heavy bass house and 80s EDM. The melodic hooks linger in the depths of the night, intertwining with energetic vocals that ignite a sense of euphoria. Each note reverberates with a nostalgic charm, summoning the spirit of an era reborn in the vibrant realm of electronic dance music.

Squire/Geeezer - Everybody Wants You

Music by Chopin and Geeezer
Lyrics by Geeezer

Embark on a mesmerizing sonic journey where classical elegance collides with eclectic electronic elements. "Glade" transcends boundaries, interweaving the haunting beauty of Chopin's Prelude #4 with the enigmatic and ethereal sounds of Geeezer. Dive into an otherworldly realm where leaves dance in the wind, murmuring streams create a soft backdrop, and bird songs fill the air. With a captivating blend of shoegaze, house, and EDM, this song unveils a dreamscape where peace is found and shadows seep, leaving you immersed in a spellbinding musical experience.

LYRICS
leaves in dance 
kiss the breeze
Sunlight winks 
in the trees
streams murmur
soft and low 
bird song fills the air flow
beneath the bark,
life stirs unseen
in green dreams
wakes a new scene
roots dig deep
tales they keep
daylight fades
and shadows seep
forest hums
day's end near 
critters sway
night is here 
In the glade
peace is found
starlight fades 
all around

Glade (Chopin Prelude 4)

Words & Music by Geeezer

Lyrics
amidst the chaos of our days 
we stand and watch 
as you set the world ablaze 
so we say do you need any matches 
then we light them all in the cold wind 
we and this killer's tribe 
mask our faces well 
so brave

This Killers Tribe

This pulse-pounding cyberpunk crusade through an alternate retrofuture leaves no voxel unscathed. Synthwave transformers crush the jagged ruins of yesterday as humanity merges with machine. Chrome-plated sentinels stand guard over the neon-bathed streets, enforcers of the new technocracy. Stay frosty - glitches in the matrix await behind every corner.

Rush/Geeezer - The Weapon - Synthwave Cover

Step into the sonic inferno of "Round and Round," where blistering beats collide with distorted melodies, creating a whirlwind of intensity. This intense, fast-paced journey embraces the spirit of rebellion and unleashes a torrent of aggressive heavy bass house that demands to be felt in your bones. With an attitude that's unapologetic and raw, it propels you forward into a frenzy of pulsating rhythms and electrifying soundscapes. A sonic onslaught that echoes through the darkest corners of the dancefloor, "Round and Round" is a powerful testament to the power of music to ignite passion, fuel adrenaline, and make the crowd erupt in a collective catharsis.

Ratt/Geeezer - Round And Round - Heavy EDM Cover

Music by Saga and Geeezer

This filthy stomper comes at you like a back alley rumble, all swinging fists and cheap shots. The vocals are a strangled yell into the void, echoes of a bygone age wrung through filters and effects until they're a primal howl. The bass is an unrelenting assault, measured in seismic impacts that'll rattle your bones. Every element distorted beyond recognition except the intent - to move bodies, bend minds and unleash the animal within. This is Saturday night reduced to its essence.

LYRICS by Saga
One day you feel quite stable
The next you're coming off the wall
But I think that you should warn me
If you start heading for a fall
I see the problem start
I watch the tension grow
I see you keeping it to yourself
And then instead of reaching conclusions
I see you reaching for something else
No one could stop you now
Tonight you're on the loose
No one to tell you how
Tonight you're on the loose
No one could stop you now
Tonight you're on the loose
No one to tell you how
Tonight you're on the loose
I see no harm or danger in escaping
If the method suits the style
We put the mind on idle
And let the others take it for a while
When the pace is too fast
And I think I won't last
You know where I'll be found
I'll be standing here beside myself
Getting ready for the final round
No one could stop me now
Tonight I'm on the loose
No one to tell me how
Tonight I'm on the loose
No one could stop me now
Tonight I'm on the loose
No one to tell me how
Tonight I'm on the loose
Time we feel most stable
Is the time we're coming off the wall
And there's every indication
We may be heading for a fall
So let the problems start
And let the tension grow
We'll be keeping it to ourselves
And while they're busy reaching their conclusions
We'll be reaching for something else
No one could stop us now
Tonight we're on the loose
No one to tell us how
Tonight we're on the loose
No one could stop us now
Tonight we're on the loose
No one to tell us how
Tonight we're on the loose
No one could stop us now
Tonight we're on the loose
No one to tell us how
Tonight we're on the loose

On The Loose

A haunted cry from the darkness, resonating with the pain that binds us all.

Sweet child in time
You'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
Good and bad
See the blind man
Shooting at the world
Bullets flying
Oh, taking toll
If you've been bad
Oh, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit
Oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
Oh, Bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Deep Purple/Pink Floyd/Geeezer - Child In (Time²)

Sometimes this thing results in other things.

With each note struck, the song exposes the raw underbelly of existence - the broken dreams, the lost loves, and the lingering scars that shape us. The lyrics paint a haunting picture of a dystopian landscape, where the clash of industrial machinery harmonizes with the cries of the disenchanted.

The haunting atmosphere envelopes the listener, like a thick fog rolling in from the sea, suffusing the air with melancholic musings and introspective introspections. It's as if the music itself has lived a thousand lives, each struggle etched into the very fabric of its sound.

As the glitches and textures intertwine with the hypnotic rhythms, the song takes on an otherworldly quality, transcending the boundaries of conventional music. It's an art form in its own right - an abstract expression of the human experience, told through the language of sound.

In this evocative symphony of dissonance and harmony, one finds solace and camaraderie among the broken souls who gather in the tavern's dim corners. The music becomes a balm for the wounded, a respite from the trials and tribulations of life, and a reminder that beauty can be found even in the roughest of places.

So, let the haunting melodies and glitched beats carry you away, as this song unveils the enigma of existence, leaving a lasting impression on those who dare to listen. In its rough embrace lies a profound and poignant reflection of the human spirit, beckoning us to embrace both our light and darkness, for they are the intertwined threads that weave the fabric of life.

Line Blace

In a vast and desolate expanse, where the prairie meets the endless horizon, there lies a song of raw, untamed emotions. It's a melody carved by the weary hands of time, echoing through the ages like the lonely howl of a distant train on a stormy night.

The notes, like rough-hewn stones, form the foundation of a tale, told in the raspy whispers of a troubadour with a voice that has weathered countless trials. With each chord struck, the song meanders through the rugged landscape of life, painting a portrait of sorrow and resilience.

Through the lonesome guitar strings, a tale unfolds - one of forgotten dreams, heartaches, and the pursuit of solace amidst a sea of desolation. The wind carries the somber melody, brushing against the souls of those who dare to listen, stirring emotions buried deep within.

This song is a testament to the human spirit, with lyrics that encapsulate the essence of existence - the highs and the lows, the beauty and the brutality. It embraces the imperfections, much like the cracked earth under a scorching sun.

Comparative Future

In the heart of the sonic forge, behold "Los," a relentless and incendiary rendition that breathes fire into the night. With an electrifying pulse and unyielding vigor, this intense and distorted powerhouse boasts an attitude that'll raise hell and rattle the bones of the city. Heavy bass house meets an industrial storm, unleashing waves of dark electronica that'll seduce and defy. Feel the pounding rhythms and fierce melodies in a dance of chaos and elegance. "Los" is an enigma of electrifying energy, a roaring beast with a glint of mischief and madness lurking in its eyes.

Rammstein/Geeezer - Los - !! FREE DOWNLOAD !!

A slow-burning, melodic journey that invites you to drift into the ether. It's a gentle, smooth ride through a soundscape that's both familiar and alien, like a dream you can't quite remember but can't forget either. The instrumentation is sparse, but each note is carefully placed, creating a sense of spaciousness and tranquility. The vocals are soft and airy, adding an ethereal quality to the song. It's a strange, beautiful piece of music that's as captivating as it is calming.

You're Strange And I Like It

"Kingdoms Lost in Abstract Kinesis," is a slow, melodic exploration into the realm of the enigmatic. It is as if the music itself is a complex organism, each note a cell contributing to the whole, creating a living, breathing entity of sound. The melody is a paradox, both alien and familiar, a testament to the duality of existence. It is a narrative of the unspoken, a dialogue between the listener and the infinite, a dance on the precipice of the known and the unknown.

This auditory journey is akin to navigating a labyrinth of sound, where each twist and turn uncovers a fresh layer of intricacy. It is a delicate balance between the comforting and the disconcerting, the mundane and the extraordinary. The music is a tribute to the beauty of the peculiar and the nonconformist, a hymn sung in the quiet spaces that exist between the notes. It is an expedition into the abstract, where kingdoms are both lost and discovered in the ceaseless tide of kinesis.

Kingdoms Lost In Abstract Kinesis

Words & Music by Geeezer

LYRICS
Dim the lights the city's sights,
The naked needle soaring heights,
The glinting spoons with mirrored moons,
Do dance with shadows out of tune.

Vinyl spins the headlong grins,
Of past mistakes and endless sins,
A barstool leans in fractured dreams,
Drowning sorrows silent screams.

And the world begins to tumble,
And the world, begins to shake,
Though you may decide to stay inside,
It all just starts to break.

And your mind begins to rumble,
And your mind begins to roll,
While you fear that all the drugs you did
Will finally take their toll.

Take it, leave it, shake it, breathe it,
Intuit its fine details.
Can you believe? Can you conceit it?
Down on the floor against the rail!


In the pulsating heart of the city, where rhythm is the language and music the lifeblood, a song is born. It thrives in the vibrant underground, a sonic entity that dances to the beat of the crowd, growing stronger with each resonating bass and relentless synth. It's a creature of rhythm, a symphony of sound that feeds off the energy of the night, echoing through the concrete canyons and steel skyscrapers. With each screaming guitar solo, it morphs and evolves, a chameleon of sound painting the city in its own vibrant hues. This is not just a song, it's an experience, a wild ride through the peaks and valleys of a musical landscape, a testament to the electrifying power of music. It's a song that doesn't just resonate in your ears, but pulses through your veins, becoming a part of you, a part of the city, a part of the rhythm of life

Tumble & Shake

In the dim-lit alleyways where neon signs flicker and stray cats rule the night, "Aw, Good Kitty" brings a mysterious mix of smoky downtempo electronica and hauntingly sharp guitars. It's like stepping into a dusky bar where the air's thick with tales, and the cats tell stories of old dreams. A musical brew best served under a crescent moon.

Aw, Good Kitty

The Pessimist
Words & music by Geeezer

I've poured my soul into music for four relentless decades, pushing it out into the world for three of those, met with nothing but a deafening silence. They say my music's more than just melodies; it's a visionary's work. I've even been called a savant, whether it's true or no, but what good are labels when they fall on indifferent ears?

In the past two years, life's thrown its cruelest punches. Lost my lifelong friend to the merciless grip of COVID, then, like a brutal encore, my brother followed him into the void. Since then, my music's been a flood, an endless torrent of creativity, but it feels like screaming into an abyss.

This piece? It's the raw, unfiltered essence of rage, the taste of frustration so thick it chokes. Every track I hammer out is a piece of my being, each surpassing the last. Yet, here I am, a supposed "savant," shouting into a void, my visionary symphony unheard, my frustrations boiling over, as a bitter broth, untasted, onto the floor.

LYRICS
Nothing to bite but dust.
Nothing to heal but pain,
Nothing to break but bread,
Nothing to count but loss again and again.

Nothing to draw but blanks,
Nothing to fill but voids,
Nothing to build but walls,
And nothing to hear but noise, noise, noise.

Nothing to prove but points.
Nothing to catch but breath,
Nothing to play but roles,
Nothing to evade but death.

Nothing to find but flaws,
Nothing to change but plans,
Nothing to hold but emptiness,
In these shaking hands.

Nothing to trust but doubt,
Nothing to fight but war,
Nothing to get but bent,
Nothing to settle but the fucking score.

Nowhere to get but lost,
Nothing to fear but self,
Nowhere to piss but off.
Nothing to spread but wealth.

The Pessimist

The Pessimist (Explicit)

Geeezer, a sage of 52 years, hails from the wild woods of Maine, toiling in the heart of the electronic music circuit for what seems like an eternity. This maestro, steeped in the ancient rhythms of classical symphonies, the playful chaos of jazz, and the deep, dark heartbeat EDM, has concocted a brew of sound so strange and enticing, it'd make a wooden leg dance.

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