Special Forces

Special Forces *Master

The Beacon

The Beacon *Master

The Rays of Infinite Love

The Rays of Infinite Love *Master

Parasite

Silent Treatment

Strings And Wires

Some people just haven’t found anyone or that right person and for them Valentine’s Day is a curse  or they just don’t like that day for various reasons. Perhaps a hurtful relationship. Sometimes our of pain good things happen

Be mine Be Mine (Dark mx)

The day after Christmas copy (by CharmCracker)

It comes in drizzle,
plays unnoticed,
little by little,
wet, top to bottom,

Creeping, shadows of your life,
every day closer, inside
until the day evil changes color...

in pretty faces,
under blue skies,
familiar places,
from your own mind,

Creeping, in your home,
until it's sleeping inside you,
the day evil changes color...

in broad daylight,
in words of love,
from the inside,
in dreams above...

Creeping, shadows of your life,
every day closer, inside,
until the day evil changes color...

EVIL CHANGES CO

A surf-rock ghost story set on Cocoa Beach. Early morning surfers swear they see a phantom rise from the waves — the spirit of a guy who rag-dolled last week. The locals clear out, leaving the narrator with all the waves to himself… until he meets the “ghost” face to face. Turns out, it’s just a plastic bag drifting in the surf. Horror movie vibe with a wink.

LYRICS
(2025 Ggreg Snyder)

[Verse 1]
Early morning, the tide rolls in,
Surfers swear they saw a phantom sin.
A shadow rising in the foamy deep,
They say it’s Dave — the ocean keeps.

[Chorus]
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Ghost! Ghost! Out of reach!
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Surfin’ in the haunted sea!

[Verse 2]
Next day they saw it, drifting near,
Now half the lineup won’t go near.
More big waves, and the break is mine,
Empty barrels, lookin’ fine.

[Chorus]
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Ghost! Ghost! Out of reach!
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Surfin’ in the haunted sea!

[Bridge]
I paddle out in the morning light,
White form shifting left to right.
They scream, “It’s Dave — he’s back from the grave!”
But hey, that’s my name they rave.

[Verse 3]
I walk to the shore, my heart beats fast,
Reach for the ghost in the seaweed mass.
No spirit, no soul, no phantom hand,
Just a plastic bag blowin’ over the sand.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Ghost! Ghost! Out of reach!
Ghost! Ghost! From Cocoa Beach!
Plastic bag ghost in the sea!

Ghost From Cocoa Beach

Hard as Stone . Carson, Ca.

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The Rays of Infinite Love *Master

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