Brunettes Shoot Blondes releases the debut EP called Bittersweet. The mini album includes their latest singles Bittersweet and Knock Knock. The songs were recorded and mixed mostly in Kiev and Warsaw.

Tomorrow

Backbeat

Hopes and Prayers
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

It will never happen
At least, never to me 
It does not seem real
It is not what I see

These horrors that I hear
These things you say to me
They are not what I fear
They're not my reality

[instrumental]

My life is quite enough
I never get a rest
Every day I must move on
Each day is a new test

I can not stop to think
I can not take the stress
There's rats in the sink
And the yard is a mess

[instrumental]

If I was to die
It would be a relief
There is no need to cry
I have no belief

When you talk about others
When death is far away
You know that I have hopes
Let them know that I will pray

[instrumental]

When you talk about others
When death is far away
You know that I have hopes
Let them know that I will pray

[instrumental]
[loud]
!AAAAAAAAALLL   RIIIIGHT!!!

Don't give a damn about others
Death is never far away
I never had a hope
And, sure as hell, won't pray

Nooo, I won't pray

Nooo, I won't pray


[screeching guitars]
[heavy drums]
[instrumental]
[outro]

Don't give a damn about others
Death is never far away
I never had a hope
And, sure as hell, won't pray

Nooo, I won't pray

[guitar outro]




Hopes and Prayers (for Jim and the boys)

First solo single by Hunter singer Steve Strater. Sounds like the child of Aerosmith and The Rolling Stones.

Around

Walked in with a hole in my chest
Whiskey prayers and a thousand regrets
Sat down where the shadows won’t talk
And let the silence pour with every shot

I swore I was done with the fight
Wounds too deep for another night
But then she lit up the corner of the room
Like a hymn rising under a blood-red moon

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

Her eyes held more than the wine
Stories folded in the space of time
She smiled and I forgot her name
’Cause all I saw was my soul rearranged

Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
But maybe the war ends this time
If love’s a fight I’ve lost before
Maybe she’s what I was fighting for

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

So pour another round for the dead and the damned
I’ll raise my glass to the ones who understand
If love is war, then take my hand
Let’s lose together in this love plan

Love plan

Funny Feeling

Dust (alternative)

🔻 Song Insight
“Turn Me Off” is a razor-edged punk-pop anthem built on the ashes of people-pleasing and toxic nostalgia. Laced with sarcasm and dark humor, the track pulls no punches about betrayal, wasted time, and that moment you finally take your life back. It’s a cathartic soundtrack for anyone who’s tired of being polite and ready to reclaim their power—with the volume cranked up.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
I found my spot, the one I craved
Hiding under all the mess I made
Brittle as fuck, yeah, I cracked
Bent and broken, right off these fucking tracks

Verse 1:
Arms marked up from the shit I did for you
No more excuses—yeah, I saw it through
Was it love or just an excuse?
Does it matter—nothing's enough for you

Kindness was a game, you played it well
But you were never good enough to sell
Cut and slice, hammer crashed it well
Pulling out memories, burnt as hell

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Verse 2:
People say I’m cruel, forgetting the good
Fuck that shit, you’d run too if you could
You poisoned the parts that used to thrive
Watched them wither, die inside

You metastasize—won’t go away
A mole in my head, just growing gray
You haunt my mind, rent-free
But you don’t belong here, so fuck off—PLEASE

Bridge:
Static on my radio,
Don’t like my station? Change it—
If my noise offends you, good, turn the dial
Or stick around, I’ll make it worthwhile
(What's a dial?)

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Outro, Spoken – Deadpan:
Some say it’s masked love—whatever the fuck
Eat a dick, get bent, I’m fresh outta luck
The depths I’ve exposed—just a window—
If you never loved, you never lost—
Guess that’s how we grow—

I’m like a podcast or a late-night stream
Just your noise? Never a dream—
Turn me on or fuck me off—and enjoy the show.

Otherwise, keep going—this is MY space now.

speaker 1:
“MySpace, wasn’t that a place for pedophiles?”
speaker 2:
“No, you’re thinking of MyFace.”
speaker 1:
“Oh, wait… how do you know?”
speaker 2:
"It was on the news, right?"
speaker 1:
"Your pager’s going off, better get that"
speaker 2:
"Oh shit, it’s 911, I gotta get this, you got a phone?"


🔻 Personal Reflection
I spent years making myself small for other people—trying to be liked, to be “enough,” to keep the peace. But there’s a point where you realize you can’t save anyone who’s set on destroying themselves (or you). “Turn Me Off” is me reclaiming my life, my voice, and my sense of humor. It’s blunt, loud, and finally honest—because I’m done apologizing for existing.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
Every 4Me2BeFree track is a slice of lived experience, spun into something cinematic and real. With “Turn Me Off,” I’m doubling down on the mission: take raw truth, twist it into something you can feel, and make sure no one walks away unmoved. Whether you’re laughing, hurting, or raging along, the goal is always the same—turn pain into connection, and never hold back.
🔻 Copyright Notice
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Turn Me Off

Storm the Castle

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The Return of the Bad Seed

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Hopes and Prayers (for Jim and the boys)

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