Hey everyone! "Miss Your Sex" is a song that delves into the complexities of longing for an intimate connection with someone special, even after the relationship has ended.I wanted to create a track that captures the raw and honest emotions of missing that physical and emotional bond with a past lover. It's about reminiscing on the passion and intensity of the physical aspect of the relationship.Through "Miss Your Sex," I hope to explore the vulnerability and desire that can linger even after a breakup. It's a reminder that love and intimacy leave a lasting impression on us, shaping our memories and longing for what once was. So, if you're in the mood for a song that speaks to the yearning for intimacy and connection, give "Miss Your Sex" a listen. Let's embrace the complexities of love and desire together.

Tasha - Miss your sex

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Salvation

Post-breakup song written and performed by Brodie Brown, produced by Dimitry and KP in Muse platform

THIS WORLD'S TOO BIG

Loop Talk” is a jazz-hop journey where mellow piano chords meet the raw swing of boom bap drums. Built around the warmth of jazz samples and a hypnotic groove, the track balances chill atmospheres with head-nodding energy. It’s the kind of beat that feels like a conversation at midnight — smooth, soulful, and endlessly looping.

Perfect for late-night city walks, creative sessions, or anyone who loves the golden intersection between jazz and hip hop. 🎹🥁🌙

Loop Talk

Night Aliens

Hank Rusch's new single, "Laid To Waste," tells the story of a man blissfully aware that he's just another conquest in a woman's lustful pursuit. Undeterred, he is drawn like a moth to a flame, finding himself unable to resist the pull of her vortex of passion. The song is rich with references to addiction, highlighting the compulsive nature of his desire. Hank’s growly vocals sound even grittier on this track, as if there's an extra cubic yard of gravel adding raw intensity to his voice. Powerful chords, big drums, Hank really hits the groove on this one.

LAID TO WASTE
by Hank Rusch

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

Well, I remember she came pretty well armed
With Stiletto Heels and a bullet bra
Peroxide hair, with dishwater roots
I started chargin' like a bull comin' out of the chute

Her skirt was so tight it couldn't get much higher
Her thighs were rubbin' so hot I thought they'd catch on fire
She shot'em all down one by one
But I was cocked and locked like a ... a loaded gun

She's a hundred proof
You got to dilute
You can't just take her down straight
She's a witches brew
She'll put a spell on you
She'll make any good man break

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

We danced all night then we went to her place
I followed her home behind her BSA
Exhaust and Chanel was all I could smell
My heart was rockin' like a pumpjack well

When we got in the door we started huggin' and kissin'
That's when I knew it was pure ignition
She bit her lips and she moaned and moaned
We kept on doin' it all night long

It was just a drop
It hit the spot
It had me ruttin' like a stallion
But the tables turned
and soon I learned
I just had enough to just hold on

It was a lethal dose
I went comatose
I've never ever had that kind of lovin' before
Just one hit
and that was it
I got to go back for more

Laid
Laid to waste now baby
You laid me to waste
Ohhhhhh! You laid me to waste now baby
You laid, you laid, you laid, you laid, you laid
You laid me to waste
You laid me to waste now baby
Ohhhh! and I can't get enough
You laid me, You laid me, You laid me, You laid me to waste
You laid me, You laid me to waste,
Ohhhhhhh! baby

Laid To Waste

Albums

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Lyric:

[Verse 1]
It’s always one who takes the fall
Who gives too much and asks for less
When love turns cold, we feel it all
A quiet storm in soft distress

[Chorus]
To hell with this, to hell with me
I'm walking out, but still I care
You were my light, my only plea
Don’t hate me for the love i wear

[Verse 2]
Once it was me who wore the end
Then came your turn to drift away
We both could feel how hearts pretend
When silence has too much to say

[Chorus]
To hell with this, to hell with me
I'm walking out, but still I care
You were my light, my only plea
Don’t hate me for the love i wear

[Outro]
I kissed the truth, I faced the night
Some hearts just never fit quite right

One Always Knows

Graal's Conquest

A little something about 'cumulative disruption'

Lyrics:

You know
Just because you have a freedom
You don't have to exercise it 
Every given moment of everyday you know
Well I'm rather more interested in
What happens when I run out of embarrassment

And he went on to say
Hey look, not everyone's xenocidal galactic socialistic theocracy 
Is perfect okay


Just about everyone agrees
It's tough being a lady's warder
Sex for a man
Because you know we aim to please
Is like trying to solve a rubik's cube
With an anxiety disorder
While trying not to sneeze

They've altered the terminology for festive occasions
And so for Fourth of July we're going to be setting off
Fire-Caucasians

There was an auspicious southerly breeze
On the day we unburdened ourselves from the Queen of Pinot Gris

The government was saying in a particularly rude way
That just because you have a freedom
You don't need to use it at every moment of every day
And I thought why would they feel the need to be free to say that
At this particular moment anyway

One thing seems to be incontrovertibly true
In Soviet Britain, social media posts you

They went on that governance has to be done steadily
And without stumbling upon regret
Like performing a minuet
Or making a smashing omelet
Not to dirty some egg yolks
But anyway so yeah we coerced some folks

As the thought of trying to obliterate me was tightening their rectum
The painted sybil was strumming her plectrum
The Greek chorus decried equal amounts of economic illiteracy 
On either side of the spectrum
And then his backing singers really went to town
Like crabs in a bucket clawing each other down

And then my traveling companion
Had had enough of being restrained
And complained a very millennial complaint
That now it takes four singing fish to be entertained

The high court jester 
Concluded with a pretty shrewd remark
As he was busy collecting the necessaries
The key to isolating his mark
And causing things to fester
Was to forget a man's ancestors
Hide his descendants
And separate his contemporaries

In the ultramarine dark
He was caparisoned as if strolling on a lark
Resembling a tasseled wobbegong carpet shark

She was quite a debutante for a start
And hard to hate for anyone with half a heart
An epitome of discernment
Like the connoisseur of detournement

We were bantering the specifics to and fro
And even though I was doing it a little bit slow
It had been a pleasant trip so to speak

After a long time of being on the shelf
As poignantly as having a sword run through
If something seems painfully obvious to you
But obvious to no one else 
That fact is more real than reality itself

Every Given Moment / Chnospinci

Sigil of Fire

Making Power Trip Music. All Original Tracks.

Sigil of Fire

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