Spherical Waste by Wearing World. Salute to Crider Core 💀 💀 💀 

Spherical Waste

Sunset Rose

Let Your Love Flow

Insp. Clouseau

Wake Me Up
by Valhjim

In a world drifting further from what it once was, “Wake Me Up” walks the line between dream, disillusion, and madness. Ambient textures, saxophone laments, and whispered memories give way to raw imagery and quiet rage. This song is a journey through the fragments of a fading world, not a perfect one, but a world where freedom and individual rights were extant—a world that now more than ever aches to come back.

**************

Wake Me Up
Valhjim

On a solitary street a lamppost
casts its yellow light
there's no one there just 
shadows drifting by

and as you walk along
the cobbles down below
you hear somebody's voice
calling in the night

you try to wake up from the dream
but the world has turned to dust
and no one understands
how things could be so wrong

Ah, wake me up,
bring me back the world
I used to know

She keeps the door ajar
to feel connected to the world
outside but down the hall

there is no light and the moon 
has gone away

walkers on the street outside
a crazy clown is sitting in the chair

and all his acolytes
are pissing on the floor

Ah, wake me up,
bring me back the world
I used to know

*************

Valhjim: vocals, guitars, synthersizers, samplers.
Martin Miers: drums.

© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

Wake Me Up - Short Version

LYRICS:
The sun is creeping through the blinds again,
I hear that cursed chime — it strikes at ten to ten.
A digital demon with a glowing face,
And I slap it blind with savage grace.

It screamed, I struck — it came back louder.
I drooled on my pillow, dreamed of chowder.
Ten rounds deep in this brutal fight…
But sleep still whispers, “Just one more night.”

Snooze button apocalypse, ten more minutes to die,
The world can wait, my sheets don’t lie.
Chrono-armageddon in my cozy tomb,
I’m a warrior of dreams… in this blanket womb.

My phone is flashing texts from work,
"You're late again." They call me a jerk.
But I’m locked in a duvet deathmatch,
With drool-stained pride and a soul to snatch.

I could rise… become a man…
Make toast, face life, fulfill the plan…
But then it tolls — that dreadful tone —
And I know… I’m not alone.

Snooze button apocalypse, another minute defied,
Deadlines laugh while my will has died.
Inertia is my sovereign queen,
She whispers softly: “Let’s stay unseen.”

I dreamt I was a viking chief,
Conquering breakfast with a side of beef.
But then the alarm struck once again…
I died, respawned… in my bed of sin.

Snooze button apocalypse, nine alarms to my name,
Reality’s broken — but I’m not to blame.
In the battle of bed vs. the world outside,
The comforter wins, and I… shall… hide.

Tick… tock… tick…
It’s always the snooze that sticks.

©2025 PICKERING, produced at PicPro Studio

Act 1 Snooze button apocalypse

Thank God for good analog delays and tube amps.  And to Joe Walsh, Maurice Ravel, and Vince Guiraldi, all creative spirits in their own worlds.  The mixture of them is magic.

Bolero/Cast Your Fate to the Wind

457. girl from mars (ash).mp3

YOU BEAT ME TO THE PUNCH

PICKERING is an ever evolving eclectic multi-genre music project trying to find new ways to make people appreciate metal, in as many subtle directions as required.