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Dance session new year 2025

Pop single with disco elements by Lisa Rogers 

Run To You

Apotropaic

Bandcamp

Melting Point

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Fall down, fall down…  
(But I won't stay here…)  
Fall down, fall down…  
(Rise above fear…)  

Hiding in the shadows  
Far from the light  
Fallen out of sight  
In echoes cold and hollow  

Death swings the gallows  
The hammer strikes the steel  
Blood rains in colors  
But nothing ever heals  

This world is breaking  
Still I won't give in  

Burn it down, burn it down  
Let the war begin  
The risk defies reason, but I won't run now  
I fight through the pain though they stole my crown  
Thorns in my side, but I won't let go  
'Cause the war I'm in runs deeper than they know  

Chains try to hold me  
But pain became a prayer  
I cry through the silence  
There's freedom in despair  

Scars tell my story  
But shame lost its sting  
From ashes to glory  
My soul starts to sing  

Still I'm breathing  
On this battleground  

Burn it down, burn it down  
I'm not backing down  
The risk defies reason, but I won't run now  
I fight through the pain though they stole my crown  
Thorns in my side, but I won't let go  
'Cause the war I'm in runs deeper than they know  

The darkness tried to end me  
But the light broke through  
A whisper became thunder  
Made me something new  

Hope's not just a whisper  
It's a battle cry  
I was born to stand here  
I will never die!  

The risk defies reason, but I won't break down  
I walk through the flames with a victor's crown  
Thorns in my side, but the fire flows  
Yeah, I rise again—stronger than they know  

Fall down, fall down…  
But I rise  
Still I rise  
Never die!

Fall Down

For Momma ✝️🖤

Live studio karaoke off the floor☺️

Music by https://youtu.be/tAEek8nO11c?si=DV-gfPHofHKH7CEz

My Way

This sultry, sexy, bluesy track is about the feeling of waking up in the beautiful desert of the southwest under the clear blue skies.

Where The Desert Sings

Vocal Production and Mixing - Eat the Trees

It took me a long time to do this one, and I put in the hard work and dedication to make it happen. Extra special Thanks to Eat The Trees.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Neon veins across a rusted sky
The data weeps, the circuits start to die
Synthetic prayers fall flat and cold
No algorithm can save a soul

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
We are the end


Verse 2
Oceans rise with a frozen scream
Time unfolds like a broken dream
A paradise we forged in flame
Now no one's left to speak its name

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
This is the END

THE END!

The End

LYRICS:
Blessed be the bean…
Roasted dark…
Ground fine…
Salvation in a steaming cup…

I was born again in a drive-thru lane,
Eyes like sandpaper, so full of pain.
She handed me like mulberry silk,
A venti truth with extra milk.

Steam rose like incense, warm and divine,
The first sip hit like a punch to the spine.
I saw God in a paper cup,
And He said: “Hey! Wake the fuck up.”

Oh Caffeine Messiah, deliver me now!
Shake off this slumber, anoint my brow!
When the world is a haze and my vision is dim,
You fill my veins with holy sip.

Praise be to drip, to pour-over gold,
To mocha prophets, and lattes bold.
I raise my mug to the caffeinated sky —
Caffeine Messiah, don’t let me die!

I knelt at the altar of dark roasted beans,
Heard the barista chant her coffee routines.
“Double shot, oat milk, no foam please”
Her voice was wind through sacred trees.

In this cardboard chalice, I find grace,
A sacred warmth to my cold dead face.
I speak in tongues of jitter and grind,
As blessed productivity floods my mind.

Oh Caffeine Messiah, your gospel’s strong,
You perk my spirit, you right my wrongs!
Your bitter truth, your dark salvation,
Is my jittery joy, and morning foundation.

No sleep till paycheck, no peace without pour.
They ask for miracles, I ask for more…
More cream, more steam, more unholy brew,
And I’ll write 300 emails before noon’s through.

Some bow to idols carved of stone…
But I bow to beans I grind at home.
French press prophets, perked and wise,
Guide me with your roasted prize.

Oh Caffeine Messiah, redeemer of yawns!
Breaker of Mondays, bringer of dawns!
I once was weak, but now I’m wired,
My bloodstream’s buzzing, fully inspired!

You are the cream in the chaos, the sugar in storm,
You heat my heart, you keep me warm!
All hail the brew that wakes the dead —
Caffeine Messiah… raise thy head!

sip
Amen...
sip

©2025 PICKERING, produced at PicPro Studio

Act 3 Caffeine messiah

Some what of a throwback  to the 50's.  Track gradually picks up more feeling along the way.  Melancholy vibes throughout.

Fly Me Away

I woke up in a toaster, whisperin' Greek,
Six legs twitchin’ to a human beat.
Crumbs are gods and mold is law,
But I crave skin, not exosaw!
I wanna walk on two meat stilts!
I wanna cry out of eyeball quilts!
Give me spleens, give me veins,
Trade this shell for human pains!
I built a brain from Cheez-It dust,
Stapled lips to a bathroom crust.
Bathtub mirror said “YOU’RE ALMOST MAN,”
So I flossed my feelers in a frying pan!
Bleed me a jawbone!
Graft me a soul!
Flush me down so I can crawl whole!
I dated a centipede, wore her skin suit,
Got kicked outta church for playin’ the flute.
I coughed up teeth, I sneezed out brains,
Now I poop like people — down porcelain drains!
I wanna sweat from human pits!
I wanna scream through dental bits!
My thorax hums with mortal dreams—
MAKE ME HUMAN BY ANY MEANS!
Shhh…
I’m just a roach
©2025 PICKERING, produced at PicPro Studio

Just a roach

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.

Just a roach

PICKERING

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