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Immerse yourself in 'Storytelling Blues & Rock Songs,' a playlist celebrating the rich tradition and enduring legacy of narrative within these powerful genres. Each song is a carefully crafted journey, inviting you to meet unforgettable characters and embark on vivid emotional odysseys. Experience the soulful sounds of the Blues as they chronicle heartfelt tales, and feel the compelling energy of Rock as it drives epic sagas. This collection features a diverse cast of master storytellers and timeless tunes, alongside some of my own original story-driven compositions and lyrical tales. Let the music speak, and get lost in the stories that unfold. #StorytellingSongs #BluesRock #LyricalMusic #NarrativeSongs #RockStories #BluesNarratives #CharacterDriven #EmotionalJourney #RootsMusic #SongStories

Storytelling Blues & Rock Songs

OMINUS | Cemetery Lane

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Instrumentals/mainly instrumentals by John Hardman

Instrumental based songs

Metal

Re-Extended 19

Great Sound & Sounds Great (playlist)

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Weird Fast Ephemeral Joy

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Instrumental version of the john hardman song 'Black And White'.
John Hardman - writer, producer - guitars/keys/arrangements
(c) Swamp Music UK & (p)2023 Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Black And White instrumental

Black And White instrumental - John Hardman

Mid tempo guitar rock instrumental of the song 'Hanging On Your Words', written by John Hardman & Derek Etherton.
John H - guitar, keys, arrangement and production.
(p) 2023 Swamp Records UK & (c) Swamp Music UK for all territories.

Hanging On Your Words instrumental - John Hardman

A song about changes
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Stranger At Your Door

I killed the pharaoh 
You killed the king 
We’re at the same place in time
But we have an all together different meaning 
The space is clear
The dimensions are fleeting 
Their wives are lonely 
when can we dismiss this meeting 

The two assassins never met
But crept about the synchronistic wave
Like shadows covered in night 
The plebeians thought they were brave
But the scholars thought they were right

In the void of tangible power
They thought they could hear it all
But their reality was relative
It was their duty 
It was their call

Stamped hooves beating
Recorded sound non existent
The heated beeping deceiving 
The heaving thoroughbreds 
Of the imagination
Stampeding
Yet, they were never
They were never competing 

She screamed and wailed
The options racing the mind well
What incandescent hell
Have we traced destined lineage to fail?

Whatever it was, rang true
Created a midnight blue hue
To confuse and compel
The empty minds at rest that dwell
Inside their own jail
In a basement in Missouri 

Ah, Hurry hurry it’s on sale
And the inventory is running low
They’ve confiscated your mind
But your pocket is yours though

I’m not sure I’m not sure
That’s really fair

When do we ride
I wanna ride I wanna ride 

Time is an opus
But it ends at the score 
There’s too much to do
And they’re always asking for more 
So I took one final job
So I could retire before 
The moon hit the clouds
And the sun burns for nevermore 

I set off in the magic hour
But the sandstorm’s day had just begun
Trying to put me to bed 
But all I wanted was fun 
The motivating factors shifted
The visual acumen had drifted
The peaches rotted and the (redacted) got (redacted)
Why’d she cry?
Then the midst was misting 

I woke up at what appeared to be a new day
But when you don’t sleep who’s really to say?
I’d poisoned myself so doing to another
Was just another act of good will from his brother
I’d set the palace a blaze and make sure the emperor fell 
His manifesto on taxes and god 
Stood at the mountain top of all that is wrong
Thrice, I visited in the apothecary
Only to remember I had never bought that which you should never carry 
I returned to the force for more
Then realized I had already drunken the cure
I fed my bled to a tube through a vein
What is now sitting in a vile 
It is his destiny, it is his one way trane 

Meet me in the middle
I’m a man on a hill
If the wind blows any harder
There’s no telling where I’ll spill
My guts out on the floor
For those who dream of glory
Where they?what?and who you fighting for?
The man and the money
The man the money
So that’s your interpretation of the land of milk and honey?
Is that how you feel?
Honey, this is for real.

Normal Irregularities

Adjrisisan

Blues rock based piano jam song written and played by John, with drums & bass.

Piano Jam - John Hardman

Conflagration

silenzio

Lilith

-Lyrics-

It's a late night,
And we're sitting tight,
Our bodies close,
I can feel the smoothness of your skin,
I tell you twice,
That you look nice,
And I really like the perfume that your wearing,

And then we kiss,
And in that moment of bliss,
The planets align,
And I think of the times,
That we stayed up all night and stared at the moon,
It was beautiful,
Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide until the end of time,
Our bodies collide,

I don't mean to fright you but,
I do think tonight could be,
The very best night I have had in a very long time,
And it makes me smile when I,
Haven't seen you for awhile,
And I look into your eyes,
And you tell me everything will be okay,

And then we kiss,
And in that moment of bliss,
The planets align,
And I think of the times,
That we stayed up all night and stared at the moon,
It was beautiful,

Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide until the end of time,
Our bodies collide,
Your hand in mine,
Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide

Our Bodies Collide

Since I made a silly remix and video of Connie Francis' Schöner Fremder Mann, I figured—why not dabble with another one of her songs?

This time it's Pretty Little Baby—you might recognize it.
I tried to keep it in a similar fashion to its twin song.

Check the other one out here : https://soundcloud.com/aevinott/schoner-fremder-mann-aevinott-remix

Or on Youtube with a visualiser : https://www.youtube.com/@aevinott8841

Pretty little baby - Aevinott Remix

Wild Choir Girl

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RUSH is the collaborative project of Hernán Medina and José J. Salguero, born in Caseros, Buenos Aires. With a sharp sense for tension and atmosphere, they craft tracks that unfold gradually, highlighting subtle details and leaving space to breathe. Music that doesn’t impose—just pulls you in. Made for late hours and open minds.

This new free release is out on Submit Records. Huge thanks to the two artists for sharing their work. If you enjoy the music, we’d be grateful for your support or donations—so we can continue offering quality music from amazing artists at no cost.

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Mesmeric Loop

🚨 NEW DROP: Blue Heart in a Red Land 🚨
Slide-guitar thunder ⚡ + porch-light blues 🌙 + one cowboy begging “Bring my CNN back!”—all packed into a 3-minute cry from the middle of MAGA country. If Jason Isbell & Tom Petty crashed a political rally, this is the after-party jam.

▶️ Press play—then comment: Which lyric cuts deepest?
#CountryBlues #AltCountry #RedStateBlues #ViralTrack

Blue Heart in a Red Land

Some digs both at Elon being suspected of taking ketamine and the Iran B-2 Bomber Strike, and contemporary corporate HR behavior

Lyrics:

True growth comes from being comfortable with discomfort
Mockery is just the universe's way of keeping our ego in check
Their probing had pinpointed my encumbrance
And had me by the neck
ahh ahh ahh ahh

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom 
And fly no colors at all
Their shout is a rattling of chains, always was
When back against the wall


With trepidity i turned the pages
What he'd said was not for the meek
The best way to cure your nostalgia for the middle ages
Is to shit outside for a week 


They had winkled out my side vocation
Through the free market
In a form of distributed computation
But i felt that i could still dart around 
Any verbal machicolations


HR had me in the fish bowl
Interrogation from dawn to dusk 
Imagine coming down from a k hole
And finding out you're Elon Musk


She started we're not here for manners
And since there's no time to waste
You look like someone who eats bananas
For the shape and not the taste

I retorted bananas betoken
The dietary methodology 
That cellular processing of glucose is broken 
From the onslaught of modern insults to biology

Despite the degree to which this perturbed
She regained her nerve and said very well
It says here you should be in hell
But since you were a backend developer
We will consider that time served

She thundered what I'd done
Was not a smart play
What had gone supercritical with her parishioners
Who ratted me out the other day
Was that I had openly wondered 
If i might not draw better pay as a political prisoner

She bothered to insert the word official
As i was tallying her counter-poises
When sifting through waffling interstitials
You have to listen for these itty bitty noises

She's quite the girl with which to hang
By any available means
I tried to pass her interrobang
Without spilling the beans
But for the unwary
Your mileage may vary
It's best just to keep up with your leafy greens

While extoling her masters' daring
She was wearing me down with her slow rolling 
Since i felt I still had some juice
With her pincer move prepended
I decided to bite first and extended
Low sensitivity control systems will always
Underperform and often produce the 
Opposite effect as intended 


When I got back to my desk
I felt that I'd drained concupiscence to the dregs
Mercifully this was interrupted by my neighbor
Who said
The lion does not concern himself with OSHA regs 


He said one thing from the service stuck with him
The B-2 pilots had a doggerel for when they fly
Real penetration has never been tried
Which doubled as a joke about Communism
And some lady's remembrance of THAT guy 

I had a sneaking admiration
For the ways of this little freak
And contributing to the mystique
Was the ribaldness of his technique


His bluster fell a little flat
I silently wondered if i can
Take lessons on being a man
From a dude who tucks his ears into his hat


He dipped another nacho
And tried to make it look macho
He said they used to call us squares
Then turned up the volume on Rio Bravo


I wondered at his game and thought
She tells her therapist about you
She tells her handlers about me
We are not the same 


The organization's career path
Was a little over sold
Accept the brand new label
And something under the table
And head for the pot of gold
And the ranks of the well-bred
And be led into the library of Babel
By the latent manifold

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Real Penetration Has Never Been Tried / Interrobang

Rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - Lead guitar, keys
Chris Glover - Drums
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
Artwork - Tristan Greatrex
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Round & Round (Instrumental)  - Beats Working

Mutant Rockstar (Deluxe Edition)

Spotify 

The Silence ain't Golden

The Sword Of Grom

Cemetery Lane

A simple message to myself from way back.  Found it almost like a message in a bottle. It said , relax , let go, live .... you are working and maybe even dreaming too hard.  Then slowly the message ....Connect .... seemed almost like a new mood elevating pill you could buy at a drug store.... and the song was not only advice from a future me, but quite possibly a tv commercial for a new drug called .... CONNECT.

Connect

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🎶 Titel: Pashanim – Shababs im VIP (Traumtherapie Remix)
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Pashanim - Shabab(e)s im VIP (Traumtherapie Remix)

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

Glory

Buried Alive

Dark Woods And Friendly Monsters

Cumfi R.A.S makes his BSR debut with this rolling jungle cracker . 

JUNGLE SUTRA

The Moment

The Moment (alice.km (Radio Edit))

Woman in Blue

The Alchemist

Pushing me Down

[Verse 1]
You never knew me
But you said you loved me
I wanted to believe
But you've never known empathy
You deceived me
And I let it be
Cause I wanted to believe
I wanted to breathe

[Chorus]
You never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal, break

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shades of gray
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Verse 2]
You revealed yourself to me
When you lied to me
And lied to cover the lie
then offered a new lie

[Chorus]
you never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal breath

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

Why Can't I Breathe

Fur Coat Trauma

OK, we know we’re probably annoying you dropping songs non-stop, but the summer break is finally coming, so this is the second to last one. Tomorrow, we’ll release another track in collaboration with The Beautiful Dark, complete with a video, and then we’ll take a break.🤟
Hell on Earth reflects the heartbreaking reality faced by millions caught in conflicts that tear cities apart and shatter lives. This song doesn’t take sides, not because we don’t care, but because we believe it’s not wise to claim to fully understand such complex and devastating situations without living them firsthand. Instead, it holds up a mirror to the human cost of war, where innocent voices get lost beneath collapsing skies and silent screams.😔
We stand with all those living on the edge of hell, hoping for a future where justice and peace aren’t barricaded by violence and fear. We wrote this track not to divide, but to remind us all of the urgent need for empathy, awareness, and the courage to hope, even when hell feels dangerously close.
Oh, just to be clear (since it’s happened with other songs before): the higher vocal parts are not sung by Mary, they’re all Tom. Mary does the backing vocals, and of course, she’s also the one going wild on guitar.🎸
One more thing about the genre: SoundCloud only offers a few broad options, and this track blends several genres and subgenres. So yeah, sorry dear metalheads if we picked “Metal” as the genre. Feel free to roll your eyes, but honestly, it felt like the only one that truly fit (..more or less)! 😌
Peace!✌️
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on August 8, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

We stand beneath collapsing skies,
While sirens slice the breathless dark.
Steel and flame in children's eyes,
Ashes fall where once grew parks.

We see mothers hold their breath,
Smoke replaces lullabies.
It’s not our soil, but we still feel
The echo of their silent cries.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No flags can shield from what we see.
The cities burn, and clear as a bell,
It’s not a dream, it’s the edge of hell.

We read the screens, the endless scroll,
Where hope and fear are pixel-blurred.
From shattered towns to border walls,
The same old scream remains unheard.

No gods, no peace, just shattered ground.
Hope stitched in cloth and battlegrounds.
We watch through glass, we barely speak,
As one more future starts to leak.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No bloodline shared, but we still bleed.
Bombs and silence cast their spell,
Dragging truth to the edge of hell.

No border stops a breaking heart.
The fire jumps from spark to spark.
From phone to soul, we feel the weight.
This fight is real and it won't wait.

Still standing on the edge of hell,
With shattered oaths and silent screams.
We light a match, we wish them well,
But deep inside we know what it means.

Maybe one day this war will fade,
And justice won’t be barricade.
But tonight we watch and damn, it’s near:
Hell’s not gone. It’s always here!

Hell on Earth

🔥 "Seduce and Confuse" is an intense and disturbing song, blending dark rock, grunge, and emotional atmospheres. A story of obsession, desire, and pain: seduction that becomes addiction, love that turns into torment.

💀 Raw and scratchy female vocals, dark guitars, and a grunge soul that leaves no escape.

If you find yourself in this mood, leave me a comment and share 🖤

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie 

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https://www.youtube.com/@eileennoise9515

[Verse]
She'll sing him lullabies
He won't sleep
And she'll give him butterflies
In his jeans

[Chorus]
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him

[Verse 2]
And when the morning comes
She'll be gone
And when he finds someone
She'll still haunt

[Chorus]
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him

Seduce and confuse

A Mime

American Love Has Died

Guitars: Bill Scherer
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Lead Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written, Mixed & Produced by Will Montgomery

[Verse 1]
Half a step from where I stood
Said I might, never said I would
Traced your name across the glass
Watched the moment slowly pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Too much doubt, too little to say
You moved on while I looked away

[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Drew a line, then looked away
Held my breath while you were waiting
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were steady, I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Verse 2]
Called your name, then changed my mind
Hoped you’d read between the lines
Told myself it’s not too late
But fear will always hesitate

[Pre-Chorus]
Held back words I thought you’d understand
Now they’re ashes in my hands
[Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Let it drift, then walked away
Built a wall instead of meaning
Now there’s nothing I can say
You were ready, I said no
Now I walk this road alone

[Bridge]
Built a home on ifs and when
Closed the door, then asked again
Watched you leave without a sound
Now I’m stuck on this battleground

[Final Chorus]
Took the long way from maybe
Truth was there, I looked away
Spoke too soft and far too slowly
Now there’s nothing left to say
You were sure, and I was slow
Now I walk this road alone

[Outro]
The signs were clear, I looked away
Now it’s just me and yesterday

Long Way From Maybe

A raw edit and a WIP imo but if you think it's cool the way it is let me know! 

Embaumé au Miel

Cowabunga Motherfucker!

JOHN HARDMAN - singer, songwriter, guitars, keys, producer 
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If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

John Hardman - musician, writer, producer