Lmk/Ninjago playlist

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Marvin Brooks - Ghost

"Hog Hunt" | Dream SMP Animation

Hog Hunt

More of me

"Hog Hunt" | Dream SMP Animation

Beat that Bitch Ass!

im not a child i grew up faster than other people

O My Heart

Body

Wrecking Ball

What if I didn’t run, What if I’m not a coward - Markiplier(Ahpollo, Hxnsi remix)

Forrest Day

Sleepwalk

Rule #34

Blood and Bone is a reckoning set to rhythm—an album built where the body meets myth, where memory scrapes against metal, and survival grows teeth. Its sonic palette threads drum-machine pulse through dust-bitten guitars, twang through circuitry, and flamenco flicker through industrial grit. Every track lives in the tension between ruin and insistence, between a world that shakes with fire, violence, wind, and destiny, and a narrator who keeps stepping forward anyway. The project treats rhythm not as a backdrop but as a heartbeat you can almost hear splitting, mending, and refusing collapse.

Across this landscape, the human form is battered, unmasked, hunted, resurrected, and set ablaze—but never surrendered. The music leans into acoustic grain, the sweat-salt of live strings, the grit of surf twang and outlaw twine, yet plants those textures in a scaffold of relentless electronic precision. What emerges is a bruised hymn to endurance: techno carved out of earth, alt-country scorched into myth, psychobilly swagger sharpened by war and weather. Blood and Bone doesn’t seek redemption so much as it chronicles the cost of staying alive when the elements, the mountains, the inner voices, and the gods all stare back—and demand a response.


Empty Space

I met a girl in east L.A.
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two-barrio chords
We fell in love, but not in court (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I don't sp', I don't sp'
Ah ah ah ah ah America Americano, ah ah ah ah ah America Americano

Mis canciones son de la re-revolución
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
If you love me we can marry on the west coast
On a Wednesday en el verano en agosto

I don't speak your, I don't speak your language, oh no (la-la-la-la-la-la-la))
I don't speak your, I won't speak your, won't speak
Your Jesús Cristo (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Ah ah ah ah ah America Americano, ah ah ah ah ah America Americano

I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I have cried for, I will die for how I care (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
In the mountains, las campanas están sonando (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Todos los chicos (chicas) y los chicos (chicas) están besando (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I don't speak your, I don't speak your language, oh no (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don't speak your, I won't speak your Jesús Cristo (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don't speak your, I don't speak your Americano (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I don't speak your, I won't speak your Jesús Cristo (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Ah ah ah ah ah America Americano, ah ah ah ah ah America Americano
Ah ah ah ah ah America Americano, ah ah ah ah ah America Americano

Don't you try to catch me, don't you try to catch me
No, no, no, no I'm living on the edge of
Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law

Don't you try to catch me, don't you try to catch me
No, no, no, no don't you try to catch me
Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law

Bernadette

IAMX

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