Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume IV

A blend of electronic and orchestral rock.

Magic In The Sky

Melodic Solid Rock to give you something to think about.

Midnight Oil

Cold Mornings is a gentle, piano-driven ballad that captures the quiet intimacy of staying in bed while the world outside turns colder. Built around a soft 6/8 rhythm, the song blends delicate piano melodies with subtle texture, warm bass, and light percussion - creating a cozy soundscape that feels both personal and timeless.

The vocals are performed by @Ladat and Hana Pavšič, whose voices, presented in contrast rather than harmony, reflect two perspectives of the same tender moment - adding emotional depth and a sense of quiet dialogue to the track.

This is a song for early hours, soft blankets, and the lingering moments when time seems to slow down - reminding us that sometimes, the simplest moments are the ones that matter most.

Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered @A7-Recording-Studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Cold Mornings

Life in constant motion
Not a chance to unwind
We Bury all emotion
Stay focused and aligned
This Life it moves so fast
And It’s a relentless race
But I can’t forget the magic
Of that old familiar place

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

Holding on to moments 
Like precious grains of sand
Life in the hourglass
Is slipping through our hands
Faces disappearing 
into the flow of time
Never understanding that 
We were living in our prime

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 
Feels so long ago

And as the years press on
And the grievances grow
So much resentment from
A thousand years ago
All that has been forgotten 
And all you bet remains
Are the precious memories
Of my most cherished days

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 

Remember the good times
It’s what makes life worth while
These times will make you smile
And keep your heart alive

Remember Good Times

WHY
Music by Overdrive & Moladoen

No AI music generation platforms (Suno, Udio, or others) were used in the creation of this track.

The vocals were created note by note in Dreamtonics' Synthesizer V Studio Pro, and the timbre was altered in SoundID's VoiceAI.

Various musical instruments are Kontakt libraries.

Primitive Soul

“Abattoir” is the second single from our 3rd studio album, “Ars Oblivionalis.” It’s an upbeat melody draped around somber lyrics.

Abbattoir

“Left Behind,” a song about relationship insecurity, can be found on our debut album, “Carbonic.”

Left Behind

Live acoustic versions of the R2024A tracks.

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I That I (Live Mix)

A distorted confession from the shadows...
Feed My Eyes dives into obsession, beauty, and the pain of seeing too much.

It’s raw, dark, and unapologetically human, somewhere between grunge and confession.

The story continues on YouTube, where Sophie and I bring every song to life:
👉 https://www.youtube.com/@eileennoise9515

Follow me there to see the visuals, behind-the-scenes, and the next chapter of Eileen Noise 🖤

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

Verse
I feel the static
Crawling in my skin
A hollow hunger
Where do I begin
Feed my eyes
I can't see the truth
Lost in the shadows
Devoured by youth

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Verse 2]
Rust on my tongue
I taste decay
A thousand voices
All in disarray
Feed my eyes
Stitch the seams
The world is bleeding
Unraveling dreams

[Prechorus]
Hold me close
Push me away
I’m begging for night
I’m craving the day

[Chorus]
Feed my eyes
Feed my lies
Burn the stars
Watch the skies
Feed my eyes
Let me drown
Pull me up
Drag me down

[Bridge]
The mirror cracks
The smoke it curls
A broken man in a shattered world
Feed my eyes
But starve my soul
A bottomless pit
I lose control

Feed My Eyes

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

Горизонт

Thorns

A song about the ache of watching life move on without you. You are stuck between who you were and who you wanted to be. Still Life turns that stillness into something honest, fragile, and human.

Still Life

Pure White Dress

Third single, zero chill. “Hell No Bro!” explodes with fast riffs, raw vocals, and a middle-of-nowhere punk attitude that refuses to back down.
It’s the sound of saying *no* — to fake friends, fake rules, and every dead-end expectation. Turn it up and scream along.

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Hell no bro!!

You said grow up, I said no thanks
I’ll stay right here with the beer and the pranks
You’re talking careers, I’m talking shows
You’re getting old fast, I’m screaming hell no

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Break it down, guitars kick in
Crowd jumps high, let the chaos begin

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Into the night!!

Hell no bro!!

Hell no bro!!

Forever young!!

Middle Finger

Hell No Bro!

pop punk/rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by

@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Crawling Up The Walls

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!