A song about a 'Lady" The Golden Egg That No Soul Can Break.
ONE LOVE

MoJoe and The Rizing

A 'Lady' Named: Cornucopia

A 'Lady' Named: Cornucopia (Remastered)

Beanie chezile

Cracked vinyl seats. A stolen kiss under the Hollywood sign. Gas station roses and a full tank of sin. Backseat Revival is Ellis Wilder’s wild-eyed confession of love, lust, and getting the hell outta town.

Fueled by stomp-clap percussion, jangly guitars, and preacher’s son tension, this queer folk-rock anthem burns with reckless joy and sensual rebellion. It’s Joplin-meets-Isakov, with the windows down and no plan but desire.

For the ones who pray with their hips, scream in harmony, and kiss like warnings.

“If this is damnation—baby, let me in.”

Backseat Revival

Denim is Ellis Wilder at full strut — tight jeans, top energy, and no apologies. This 70s-inspired folk-rock groove seduces, teases, and leaves bite marks on the way out. Come for the zipper, stay for the sin.
🔥 “My ass pullin’ these jeans so tight / Ain’t even hard and I’m still your type.”

Denim

“He called me Ponyboy ‘cause real names meant too much. Said I was born in the wrong decade — and fucked like it.” This is Ellis Wilder’s fever-dream love letter to the wildest man he ever knew: a van-dwelling, denim-wearing, free-loving fire hazard of a human being. It’s all smoke, sweat, and golden light before the crash. Neo folk-rock for the reckless hearts who’d do it all again, knowing damn well how it ends.

Ponyboy

Some nights stick like smoke in your clothes. The streets are wet, the gin’s warm, and somebody’s shadow starts to feel like it belongs there. Astoria is about the moment you know you’re in trouble — not the kind you run from, but the kind you lean into. Late booths, locked doors, and the quiet way somebody can ruin you without even trying. We weren’t Killin’ Time that night — time was killin’ me. Funny thing is, I’d seen that bomber jacket a hundred times before… just never across from me in a booth.

Trouble in Astoria

The Ruby Album-Gospel Blues

Carried Through Crimson

Ay Man Nakhtme 6 Sobh

We will meet,  
secretly and with fear,  
in the darkness and silence,  
in a room as wide as the world.  

The window will be witness,  
 and the moon is the guardian of our secret.  
Our eyes will tell quiet stories,  
hoping no one will wake.

midnight meetings

Akharin Parvaz

Saat Jofte - Shayan Eshraghi & I.da

Buffalo alt-country × hip-hop storyteller. Fiddle & cello over boom-bap. New single “One Hot ‘Mess-Take’"