Harlots For The Honey Bear

It's never easy
After the storm
Who are you fighting
Three times going down
You're in love with your pride
And you've lost all you'd found
You wake in the morning
Yet the sun's going down

It's seldom quiet
When you're alone
Hearing the echoes
Of things that you'd known
You're fooling yourself
Now what do you have
A broken heart
And an empty bed
Is all she left

You took her for granted
So she took a ride
Why didn't you stop her
You still had the time
She's quickly outgrown you
And your selfish pride
And now you've got nothing
But an empty feeling inside

CHORUS:

After the storm
Bye-bye fly away
Fly away
After the storm
If you fold then you lose

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Lyrics:
I got a stick in my eye.
I know you got one too, now don’t lie.
Blind as a bat in the night,
Hope we make it out of here alive.
Get lost in the wind,
I pray we’ll find our way again.
Ride with me on my magic kite.
‘Fraid of heights? Don’t worry, just hang tight.
Hair blowing and my tee-shirt white,
Take you round, show you all the beautiful sights.
Too bad we can’t see them.
Jaded and cynical we’ve been.
Good luck to the has beens and the have nots.
Go get it, take your shot.
Sick of being complacent, time you’ve wasted
Waiting for that ball to drop.
You were made for greatness, don’t forget this, keep pushing til your heart stop.
Bad hand, who dealt this? Gotta switch it up quick. 
Count cards, look at the stars.  

And it makes me wonder who we are.
Singing together playing the guitar,
Each of us talking heart to heart.
About all our big dreams that seem so far
Away, but they’re closer than you think.
Stop doubting yourself and believe
That anything is possible. 
One day you’ll see…

I got a stick in my eye.
I know you got one too, now don’t lie.
Blind as a bat in the night,
Hope we make it out of here alive.
Get lost in the wind,
I pray we’ll find our way again.
Ride with me on my magic kite.
‘Fraid of heights? Don’t worry, just hang tight.
Hair blowing and my tee-shirt white,
Take you round, show you all the beautiful sights.
Too bad we can’t see them.
Jaded and cynical we’ve been.
Good luck to the has beens and the have nots.
Go get it, take your shot.
Sick of being complacent, time you’ve wasted
Waiting for that ball to drop.
You were made for greatness, don’t forget this, keep pushing til your heart stop.
Bad hand, who dealt this? Gotta switch it up quick. 
Count cards, look at the stars.

Magic Kite

Eyestick

The Sun Shines On Your Face

A song about it never being too late to change

LYRICS:

Feel taller than a mountain
after hanging up the phone
You're 44 and counting
and you're drinking on your own

In summertime you wander through
the flowers in the park
to while away the hours
and you're home in bed for dark

You spent a whole lifetime
living in a confined environment
It's time to find yourself
a new retirement plan

You gotta turn on the gas
and you gotta set it all on fire, man
You gotta pack a bag
so can leave it behind you, man

Retirement Plan

post punk x New wave x goth Rock x doomer music x goth music x darkwave type Beat instrumental

LONELY NIGHT (goth Rock x industrial Rock x darkwave type Beat INSTRUMENTAL)

I asked Combstead if he had anything lying around that needed something, and we teamed up again. 
Ron Snyder (lead guitar)
Combstead (everything else) 

Link to Combstead's channel: 
https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858

ROCK IN MY SNEAKER (Combstead & Snyder) INSTRUMENTAL

Topical

Story
Heartbeats in the Cloud... A love story in the age of Wi-Fi.
In the floating city of Neonetia, where buildings were giant routers and squares were called "Coverage Zones," lived Lía, a designer of emotional holograms. Her job was to create emojis that not only expressed feelings, but also transmitted them directly to the recipient's heart. Each emoji had a frequency, a vibration, a melody.
Lía didn't believe in traditional love. She said that bonds were built with sincere likes, with memes shared at just the right time, with replies that arrived before the other person finished typing. Her heart was synchronized with the network, and her soul was hosted in a private cloud.
One day, while testing a new "luminous nostalgia" emoji, she received an unexpected like. It wasn't just any like: it had an old-fashioned, almost analog code signature. It came from a profile with no filters, no stories, no followers. The name: Kael_404.
Intrigued, Lía tracked the signal. Kael lived in the Dead Zone, a neighborhood without stable Wi-Fi, where people still looked into each other's eyes to say "I love you." He was a restorer of digital memories: he recovered deleted messages, pixelated photos, and songs that had been silenced by algorithms.
They met on a video call that took 17 seconds to load. It was the silence between frames that made them fall in love. Each lag was a poetic pause. Each reconnection, a promise.
But love in the age of Wi-Fi isn't easy.
When the signal dropped, Lía felt like Kael was disappearing. When Kael didn't respond with emojis, she doubted his feelings. And Kael, who didn't understand the language of likes, suffered when he saw Lía sharing hearts with other profiles.
One day, during a solar storm that shut down the global grid for 24 hours, Lía walked to the Dead Zone. No GPS, no notifications, no filters. There, Kael was waiting for her with a box of restored memories: her first message, her first emoji, her first "you make me vibrate."
They hugged without Wi-Fi. And for the first time, love didn't depend on a signal.
Since then, Lía designed a new series of emojis: "Offline Emojis." They weren't sent over the internet. They were drawn by hand, delivered in person, and only worked if the other person was nearby.
Because at Neonetia, they learned that the strongest love isn't the one that goes viral, but the one that survives when everything goes offline.

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Memories From Somewhere

Juan Sebastian Varmon