Pam's Playlist

“Number Four” is a tribute to the quiet strength found in the middle of a family line. It tells the story of a daughter—fourth of eight—who grew up too soon, fought for peace, and found her voice in a house where silence often ruled. Though she made amends and found healing, time slipped away before she could say one final goodbye to her mother. This song is for every child who carried what others wouldn’t, who stood up when no one else would, and who still waits for the words they never got to say.

Number Four

If the night calls your name but never quite says it right…
you’ve already been invited.

A wanderer, flung from a veering world, stumbles into a place that doesn’t quite exist—where time hiccups, stars forget their names, and the lost gather not to mourn, but to dance.

The Noctivagant Ball is part prophecy, part elegy, part electric exorcism. Spoken word and hard rock collide in a gothic fever dream:
— A frostbitten traveler warmed by something he can’t name.
— A sequined queen who shines just enough to distract.
— A thunder-born prophet who speaks truths even he forgets.
— And a nightwalker who waltzes with Death and Chance until the stars fall down.

It’s all here, stitched together with howling guitar, cinematic breakdowns, and lyrics etched in candle smoke.

No RSVP. No past. Just rhythm, regret, and the last dance you didn’t know you were part of.

 #HardRockOpera #SpokenWordRock #TimeLostTraveler #CinematicMetal #DanceWithTheOdd #ElectricElegy

The Noctivagant Ball

Get ready to shuffle those bones and sway with the shadows! Death & The Party Plague invite you to embrace the inevitable with our latest single, "Do the Reaper's Creep." This track is your official invitation to the afterlife's hottest dance floor, where the moon is bright, the graveyards are jumpin', and the only rule is to keep on creepin'!
Featuring a groovy, ghoulish beat, spine-chilling vocals from the Reaper himself, and a chorus of backing ghouls, "Do the Reaper's Creep" is the perfect anthem for anyone ready to dance with destiny. Whether you're six feet deep or just getting started, this song will have you doing the skeleton sweep in no time.
"Ladies and gentlemen… don’t fear the reaper—just dance with him. Follow my scythe, and let’s keep this party alive… or at least, undead!"
#TheReapersCreep #DeathAndThePartyPlague #GothicPop #HalloweenMusic #DanceWithDeath #UndeadParty #NewMusic #SpookyGrooves #GraveyardSmash

The Reaper’s Creep

The lyrics make for a heartfelt folk-Americana ballad that captures the magic of childhood and the bond between an uncle and his nephew. Set against a warm campfire glow, it drifts through memories of make-believe monsters, mud pies, and the kind of laughter that makes time stand still. With gentle acoustic melodies and nostalgic storytelling, the song celebrates wonder, innocence, and the unspoken prayer to never lose the child within. It’s a lullaby for dreamers, a fireside tale for grown-ups who still believe in magic — and a reminder that the best days never really end, they just live on in memory.

Best Day Ever (for Brendon)

"Ode to Mi Familia" is a heartwarming bilingual song celebrating the enduring love and legacy of family. This track beautifully weaves together English and Spanish lyrics to tell a story of cherished memories, ancestral strength, and the foundational role family plays in shaping who we are. With its nostalgic melodies and sincere lyrics, it's a perfect listen for anyone seeking comfort, connection, and a deep appreciation for their roots.

Ode to Mi Familia

“Heavens to Betsy: The People’s Amen” is a front-porch prayer for the working class… the tired, the hopeful, the ones patching their lives together with grit, coffee, and a stubborn kind of love.

This isn’t a church hymn.
It isn’t political grandstanding.
It’s a chant for the common folk—
the cooks, the clerks, the moms, the elders, the ones who keep the lights on while nobody notices.

Blending Americana warmth with a little old-school exasperation (“Heavens to Betsy!”), this piece speaks to anyone who’s ever whispered a quick prayer at the gas pump, in the grocery line, or when the Wi-Fi betrays them at midnight.

It’s honest.
It’s human.
It’s for all of us just trying to stay kind in a world that keeps trying to turn us mean.

May tomorrow be kinder—
and if it ain’t, may we be.

Heaven’s to Betsy

Just a wayward paralegal residing in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, literally in the shadow of Pike’s Peak.

Best Day Ever (for Brendon)

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