Hi, sorry it's been a while. I'm still working on my debut EP which is in the end stages of production. It took longer than anticipated unfortunately. I've had some problems come up in regards to work, health and my damn laptop breaking. But I've got quite a few tracks in the works.

CHAOS FREESTYLE developed out of a riff I created that was meant to go on another song. But after playing it, I just knew it needed a whole track. Taking inspiration from old school death and thrash metal bands like Bolt Thrower and Slayer, this song is probably the heaviest thing I've ever written. It also required me to tune my guitar really weirdly to make it work. So, tuning back to standard will be great fun.

Update, aforementioned EP is now finished, get it here: https://impermanence108.bandcamp.com/releases

CHAOS FREESTYLE

Cullinan

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Climate Maker

Lyrics:

It's too late, it's too late for us, baby
I don't think we can make it
I don't think I can take it anymore
We tried our best for each other
I hope that you find another one to love

I hurt you, you hurt me
We argue, this can't be
What love was meant to be
If I went back in the past
I would do it in a heartbeat
You said you don't know where you want this to go
But I still feel your presence in my room

Thinking about all the times now
Trying to drink my sorrows down
I can feel your distance now
Now that you're not staying around

I've been through this too many times now
Don't think I can take it
I guess I'll be hated
(I know)

I know, I've been going down in a spiral
Maybe I should end it on a high note
You were never mine, I had my eyes closed
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
You're nothing but a memory
Played my heart like a melody
Loving you was a fantasy, I see

To love, to love, to love

I'm the bad guy, I can't lie
Hated us together, but I can't linger
I'm flying higher, can't stop my fire
Got my heart strings wrapped around your finger
I'm the bad guy, said your last goodbye
Kept my feelings inside, supposed to be my ride or die
Ripped my heart strings, play the guitar you gave me
I've been thinking lately

You were my mirror
Couldn't see any clearer
Tried to draw you in nearer
Now I no longer see her

I know, I've been going down in a spiral
Maybe I should end it on a high note
You were never mine, I had my eyes closed
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
You're nothing but a memory
Played my heart like a melody
Loving you was a fantasy, I see

Now you're nothing but a memory

Love, to love, to love
To love, to love, to love

Memory

Lost In You

I need a shawty who would ride for me
A shawty who would slide for me
A bad little Bitch who would die for me
Pop that pussy just for me
Imma let her eat yuh just for free 
I love that bitch she a goddamn freak
She suck my dick while she off the lean 
Mhm yuh



Walk is this bitch and I’m faded then hoe 
What do you know I’m ready go
She Talking that shit she saying I’m broke
Shut up bitch you don’t even know

What’s it like to struggle at home
Being broke 
Always alone
Dealing with your thoughts when nobody home


Mmh yuh
I’m tired of hate 
I’m tired of  love
I’m tired of taking all these drugs
I’m tired of giving all my trust
When nobody ever giving a fuck
Feeling like I’m always stuck
Always got my foot in the mud


 I need a shawty who would ride for me
A shawty who would slide for me
A bad little Bitch who would die for me
Pop that pussy just for me
Imma let her eat yuh  just for free 
I love that bitch she a goddamn freak
She suck my dick while she off the lean 
Mhm yuh

StvDion RIDE 4 ME PROD OFFSNEAK (Official Audio)

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Eddie Kane Jr. (Prod. By Kokurcho)

Compositor: Rodrigo Ibáñez
Producción y ejecución musical: Rodrigo Ibáñez

TV Junkie

(Letra y música: Rodrigo Ibáñez)

Vete a dormir, dulces sueños tendrás
evades a la vida que es muy ruda para ti
un día al fin tu suerte cambiará
sentado en tu poltrona, la magia se activará

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, tu nana ha sido
y siempre será la televisión
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, perdido en las pantallas
buscas llenar tu interior

Siempre hubo quien creyó en tí, pero las verdades duelen
y preferiste huir de ahí
El paso del tiempo, tus ilusiones sepultó,
tus mentiras son escudo contra el mundo exterior

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, ¿Dónde está esa vida que 
prometiste concretar?
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, ¿Dónde buscas a tu padre
que nunca volverá?

Llenas tus días con ilusión y vanidad,
haciendo juicios vanos sobre todos los demás
quieres ser lo que miras en TV, 
cosechas ahora los frutos de tu 
falta de acción

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
habrá siempre culpables 
de lo que a tí te pasó
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
los niños rotos no saben dar, 
ni recibir amor 
No lo saben,
No podrán

TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
habrá siempre culpables 
de lo que a tí te pasó
TV Junkie, TV Junkie, 
los niños rotos no saben dar, 
ni recibir amor 
No.


Memory

Kaleb Denning