Name: The Problem by Marxhmallow
Duration: 2 min 16 s
Description: I wrote this song about an abusive, problematic YouTuber named Amber Lynn Reid. Everybody has their day. Karma is real and she's absolutely living the life she deserves.

Music with truth hits different. On repeat 🔁🔥

I feel this dude haha the lyrics are perfect

Lyrics:
I need to stay far away from that place
Make a fool of myself trynna save face
And I know I'm batshit to some
But they've never lived in the land with no sun
And I hate when I hurt anyone
Pondering down the barrel of this old gun
I wanna vanish without a trace
And go somewhere where no one's ever seen my face

Why am I so rash?
Get hurt and land up lashing back.
I hate myself for that.
Being okay with my choices never lasts.

A dark sky I lay underneath
And in this place not a thing can bring me peace
The blanket of clouds never seems to cease
I see no stars and my mood is getting bleak
I wish I'd stay far away from that place
Make a fool of myself trynna do anything
And I know I'm probably batshit to some
But they've never lived in the land with no sun

They've never lived in the land with no sun.
They've never lived in the land with no sun.
They've never lived in the land with no sun.
They've never lived in the land with no sun.
I wanna hide myself until the damage is done,
When I'm trapped in the land with no sun.
I wanna hide myself from each and every one,
When I'm bound to the land with no sun.

The Land With No Sun

The original version of this song called C Jam was closer to track #6 - Walking In New Orleans (Revisited) -  but Steve put such a cool guitar part on this one and gave it a character of it's own, that I changed the name of the song as it reminded me of a trip to New Orleans and how cool it was to just walk down the streets hearing the music from the bars and clubs we passed by.

Steve Giddings - Lead Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
Zamm Kenoby - Drums
Rafael Freitas - Bass Guitar
Steve Hillier - Piano

Mixed and Mastered by Zamm Kenoby

Music by Stephen Lawrence Hillier

Cover Art By Leraynne S.


Walking In New Orleans

Electronic Cosmic Song

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Uranus, Frozen Clouds

Awaken

UK Garage. Mega bass. Zero apologies.

“We're going deeper and deeper…”—and then it drops.

Viva City unleashes a UKG banger built for the dancefloor. “Deeper & Deeper” pairs a hypnotic vocal hook with a filthy, hook-laced bassline that punches straight through the mix. The buildup teases restraint, then slams into a drop that’ll rattle speakers and bodies alike.

This is warehouse-ready, peak-time material—gritty, euphoric, and unapologetically British in its bounce.

🎧 For fans of: UK Garage, Bassline, Future Garage, 2-Step, Club bangers
📍 Keywords: Viva City, Deeper & Deeper, UKG, garage drop, club bassline, bass music, UK underground, vocal garage

Built to move you. Designed to destroy the floor.

Deeper & Deeper

HARAMBE (ft. J.Y.S.A)

🟢SPOTIFY RELEASED NOW🟢, I wrote and finished producing this in just one night. Some elements are rushed, but I'm loving it and will do a part 2 in time that is more polished. Lyrics are up on Genius! The song is supposed to sound bit-crushed and lo-fi in style.

PMO (PUT ME ON) - BINN-EE

Album - Aurora (2024 - 2025)
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Bounce

I wrote this song about an abusive, problematic YouTuber named Amber Lynn Reid. Everybody has their day. Karma is real and she's absolutely living the life she deserves.  

The Problem

Welcome.
I hope you’re having a nice day.

Please, sit down.
Get comfortable.

Take a moment to silence your phones—
not just out of respect for the performers,
but out of respect for yourself.

Because if you’re distracted...
you might miss something meant just for you.

This is a story about four people who thought they’d have some fun and make music.
They were wrong.

But we don’t tell them that yet.

For now—
they’re just tired, brilliant, and trying to be heard.

Ready?

Here we go.

It begins, as these things often do—
with noise no one hears.

The shuffle of lecture notes.
The hum of a printer out of ink.
A forced smile from someone who signs the evaluations
but not the paychecks.

Four minds—clever, tired, brilliant—
drawn together by a shared fatigue.
Not of students.
Not of research.
But of the thousand little absurdities between them and meaning.

They don’t start a band to be heard.
They start one to scream—without footnotes or filters.

To turn spreadsheets into snare drums.
To make the faculty handbook moshable.

They call themselves Axioms of Mediocrity.

They think it’s clever.

It’s not that clever.
Unless you’re an academic who’s had a few pints.

But it doesn’t matter.

Axioms of Mediocrity it is.

Not yet knowing they’re also the control group.

This is Test 1.

A pub.
A storm.
And a rant that turns into rhythm.

It starts where all great rock begins:
with something that pisses you off.

A student who wants their hand held.
A system that calls that “support.”

Kate’s voice cuts through the noise—
sharp as a snapped guitar string.

And from that noise
comes a song.

Song: I'm Not Your

Dear student, it baffles me that I must say,
I'm not your parent in any way
I won't nudge you at the crack of dawn
Choosing classes? That's on you, come on!
Act your age, step up to the plate
I'm just here to educate.

I'm not your mother
I'm not your father
I'm not your friend
I'm not your clerk
Stand up, show up, do the work

Dear student, hear me loud and clear
I'm not your babysitter, dear.
Party all night? That's your call
Homework done? Not my problem at all
Exams looming? You better prepare
Your future boss will know if you cared

I'm not your mother
I'm not your father
I'm not your friend
I'm not your clerk
Stand up, show up, do the work

Dear student, let's get it straight
I'm not your secretary, not here to wait
Won't fill your forms, nor google your stuff
Reading the syllabus isn't that tough
Being an adult isn't just a phrase
It's your ticket through this maze

I'm not your mother
I'm not your father
I'm not your friend
I'm not your clerk
Stand up, show up, do the work

Dear student, it's clear I must convey
I'm not your hire, not in any way
I do care, yet you must stand strong
Your life, your choice, right or wrong

Test 1: Who Do They Think You Are? (I'm Not Your)

The Problem

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