Young Winta - i like what your doing my guy keep doing it!!! get with me for some industry opportunities!!! #GangUp

Meaty dynamics with the sound right up on the edge of the crescent. Freaky lyrics and dark sounds emptying out into a heavy violent stratosphere.  That solo  beacon of a guitar is telling a dark and heavy  tale. The beautiful maiden is only a lifetime away as it all drops into silence.

Great hybrid rock pop track! Love the Linkin Park edge thing n!

this music instantly gets me in the mood to move my body

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

When the seagulls sing

You Make Me Unbelievable

The clock's a flirt with perfect teeth
It bites each hour beneath my breath
I lead, it follows - no, the reverse
A tango measured in rehearse

Step, slip, sign, send
The dance begins again
She whispers, "Late is still on time"
I nod - her logic tastes like wine

Footnotes wink, the data moans
Each theorem grinding on its bones
I count to ten, revise, delete
The mirror mocks my tangled feet

My dear Deadline
you move like smoke
I chase, you choke
When I catch you
I vanish
and you begin again

Step, slip, sign, send
The song pretends to end
The paper breathes, the cursor blinks
The tango winks, the tango thinks

Tomorrow, same time?
Of course

Deadline Tango

Third single, zero chill. “Hell No Bro!” explodes with fast riffs, raw vocals, and a middle-of-nowhere punk attitude that refuses to back down.
It’s the sound of saying *no* — to fake friends, fake rules, and every dead-end expectation. Turn it up and scream along.

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Hell no bro!!

You said grow up, I said no thanks
I’ll stay right here with the beer and the pranks
You’re talking careers, I’m talking shows
You’re getting old fast, I’m screaming hell no

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Break it down, guitars kick in
Crowd jumps high, let the chaos begin

Hell no bro, I ain’t going your way
I’ll waste my time the punk rock way
Hell no bro, don’t tell me what’s right
I’ll keep screaming into the night

Into the night!!

Into the night!!

Hell no bro!!

Hell no bro!!

Forever young!!

Middle Finger

Hell No Bro!

I'm To Blame

The Sad Things

French Legend Francis Cabrel on low lights, glass half full 🍷
Chill groove, deep air, warm touch 🌬️✨
Old soul, new sound : pure lounge energy 🎶🕶️
Somewhere between sunset and midnight 🌇🌙
France meets slow motion 🇫🇷💫
A classic stripped down to what really matters: rhythm, calm, and a bit of class 🪩🥂
No arena, no noise but just that timeless feeling 💭🎧

B.A.Ä.A.D - Cabrel After Dark (Corrida Lounge Remix)

fairly gentle alt-jazzy-bluesy rock instrumental

rockon2016

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Hey, my name is Markus. In the past I've made Metal, Punk and Heavy Rock with my friends in my garage. I played the bass guitar and sometimes vocals. But that was way back (in the 90s). Now I produce my own songs at home and upload them. The music styles are from Metal, Punk, Rock to House and Dance, just everything I like. I would be happy if my songs are heard and positive feedback comes. I am also interested in cooperation and publish acapellas at looperman.com

You Make Me Unbelievable

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