Good hard music keep cooking this is awesome

Hell yeahhh !!! Killa frickin' song to help me make it through the day !!!

Like the punk style of this track. Fist pumps in the air! :)

Dope rock track remember good times is a banger

REMEMBER GOOOD TIMES, NEVER LOOOOK BACK i love this

Nice energy to this banger! Great job! 👍

Love the contrast between the soft sections and energetic bursts.

Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume IV

ČAROLIJA KRIJESNICE

Melodic Solid Rock to give you something to think about.

Midnight Oil

written and produced by lyrical intellectual

flyer than a space ship - part 2 for got it on my mindhttps://tophitmaker.org/2025/lyrical-intellect

Exploring the darker side of romantic love in the modern era. Influences include early British Metal and early American Gothic music. At times harmonically dischordant with a moody and haunting vibe

The One To Call (Live Version) - John Goldrust

Life in constant motion
Not a chance to unwind
We Bury all emotion
Stay focused and aligned
This Life it moves so fast
And It’s a relentless race
But I can’t forget the magic
Of that old familiar place

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

Holding on to moments 
Like precious grains of sand
Life in the hourglass
Is slipping through our hands
Faces disappearing 
into the flow of time
Never understanding that 
We were living in our prime

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 
Feels so long ago

And as the years press on
And the grievances grow
So much resentment from
A thousand years ago
All that has been forgotten 
And all you bet remains
Are the precious memories
Of my most cherished days

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 

Remember the good times
It’s what makes life worth while
These times will make you smile
And keep your heart alive

Remember Good Times

I wanna live out my fantasy
and spend all my time with you
just have fun and create
do that thing that we do

when the book is written
and my story is complete
everything I've done will mean
nothing if we didn't meet
you stole my heart
I never want it back
you keep it for whatever you want
I was born to be your man
nothing is a sacrifice 
this is all a
part of
our plan

I'm yours...

I trust you implicitly 
and now
I trust me

Trust

Primitive Soul

The Bible addresses this topic, of wickedness and the actions of governments in various passages. One pertinent verse is from Proverbs 29:2:

"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice; But when a wicked man rules, the people groan."

———————-//—-

I want, 
I…. 
I…. 
I want…
I… 
I… want…

I want, another pill take me out my pain. I’m the type of man to know that’s lame. 😒 
I want good drugs, nova-cane. I’ve been that nigga since weed with champagne. 
I want another one, good drugs no love, and a weak lung. I want your good drugs.
Baby, fill me up with your bad love. I want, another buzz. I don’t need your hugs. Baby give me lust. I want all your hate and pain. Cause Love💕🎀 always fills me with shame😔baby give me truths🏳️, pill 💊 me with your noose.  Fill me with your satisfaction, love and satisfaction. I want. Everything you are. Dim down the light💫. Be my fallen star🌌🛒. 
(RIP lil 🐥)

You can’t ever leave cause I can’t ever leave you. Be my fallen star, and attitude. Satisfaction, drug addiction. 

Mislead the life, 
my wife 
hit me twice and then left the same night. 

Then she cheated, they say I hate my life, they deleted it. 
⚰️🚬💊🚔

Slavery, just like the rest of em. 

I guess I know why my grandma  kept a gun. 

Never had love, never had a choice 👇⬇️

THE GOVERNMENTS PROPAGANDA ⬇️
“slay these boys. 
Slay their voice, take their toys, take their love, slave them, sex them, all of the above 👆. 

Sell them for their skin 
👮🏼‍♂️⛓️👨🏼👨🏽👨🏾👨🏿⛓️👮🏼‍♂️

Tell them that they win! 🎰
Then give them drugs. 💊

So all they do is binge on their sin. 🧛🏾🧛‍♂️(predatory)

Sit back, relax, and then they regret why they had another half. 😞😖😢

Stuck in addiction, uhh good mission 🤑💵💸👍🏾. 

Kill the youth, and kill their children. 

Pillage all the children they ever had. No new dads🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏽‍♂️🙋🏿‍♂️, leave em sad.”
I…..😣💔✝️

“Listen to us groan😮‍💨😔😕✝️”

The Governments Propaganda-Release The Files (Red Lining) FREESTYLE

1996

Gisbert - Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel (aus dem Roman "Hinter uns das Land")

Es beginnt nicht mit einem Paukenschlag. Es beginnt im Flüstern.

Mit "Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel" erhält die Welt von "Hinter uns das Land" eine neue, weise Stimme: Gisbert, der Großvater des kleinen Albrecht aus dem Roman. Es ist die Stimme eines Mannes, der ein langes Leben gelebt und die feinen Risse im Fundament der Gesellschaft schon früh erkannt hat. Seine Warnung ist keine laute Anklage, sondern ein schwermütiges Klagelied über eine Welt, die sehenden Auges auf den Abgrund zugeht.

Der Song ist eine zeitlose Parabel darüber, wie Freiheiten schleichend erodieren – durch Worte, die gestrichen werden, durch Zäune, die unscheinbar wachsen, und durch ein Schweigen, das lauter ist als jeder Protest. Eine karge, eindringliche Ballade, getragen von einer Stimme, die die Last der Voraussicht in sich trägt.

Eine Mahnung, die heute so relevant ist wie damals.

Text: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Musik: Beyond & Before Music
Gesang: Gisbert

Mehr zum multimedialen Roman- und Musikprojekt "Hinter uns das Land":
https://linktr.ee/Beyond_and_Before

#HinterUnsDasLand #KleineSchritteInsDunkel #SingerSongwriter #Folk #Ballade #Geschichte #Warnung #Lyrik #Soundtrack #Konzeptalbum

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Gisbert - Small Steps Into Darkness (from the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "The Land Behind Us")

It doesn't start with a bang. It starts with a whisper.

With "Small Steps Into Darkness," the world of "Hinter uns das Land" gains a new, wise voice: Gisbert, the grandfather of little Albrecht from the novel. It is the voice of a man who has lived a long life, a man who recognized the fine cracks in the foundation of society long before they shattered. His warning is not a loud accusation, but a melancholic lament for a world that refuses to see the cliff it's walking towards.

The song is a timeless parable about the insidious erosion of freedom—through words that are erased, through fences that grow inconspicuously, and through a silence that is louder than any protest. A sparse and haunting ballad, carried by a voice that bears the weight of foresight.

A cautionary tale that feels as relevant today as it did in the past.

Lyrics: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Music: Beyond & Before Music
Vocals: Gisbert

Discover the multimedia novel and music project "Hinter uns das Land":
https://linktr.ee/Beyond_and_Before

#TheLandBehindUs #SmallStepsIntoDarkness #SingerSongwriter #Folk #Ballad #History #Warning #Lyrics #Soundtrack #ConceptAlbum

lyrics:

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel


Ein Wort gestrichen
Wer merkt’s schon
Ein Buch verschwunden
Bleibt kein Ton
Ein kleiner Schritt
So unscheinbar
Wie Sand im Wind
Unsichtbar

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Zaun gebaut
Nur für den Schutz
Ein Blick wird schärfer
Ein Herz wird stutz
Ein leiser Zweifel
Doch wer spricht laut
Die Stille wächst
Die Hoffnung taut

Es beginnt im Flüstern
Im leisen Rauch
Und wächst im Schatten
Wie Dornenstrauch

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Schritt
Ein Schritt
Und noch ein Schritt
Die Kette klirrt
Das Herz zerbricht
Doch wer schaut hin
Wer hält die Hand
Wenn alles fällt
Wie Treibsand

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

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

pop punk/rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by

@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Crawling Up The Walls

Here is the real tough version of the song, hang tight!

Fight! (They Are Sayin') - The Fighter Mix

Eight instrumentals, one conversation with the history of riff music. Wordless Uprising channels the DNA of landmark rock, metal, and punk—without quoting melodies or leaning on nostalgia. Across these tracks you’ll hear cathedral-weight doom, Bay Area speed and precision, twin-lead heroics, scarlet-streaked thrash, downstroke punk urgency, dockside dub space, quiet-loud grunge abrasion, and swaggering blues-rock shuffle. Guitars growl and shimmer, bass lines gallop and lurch, drums breathe in wide rooms, and tape echo/feedback etches halos in the negative space. No vocals—just arrangements that speak for themselves: themes that return with new scars, sections that expand instead of fade, and grooves that invite you to turn the volume past comfortable. It’s a tribute to the spirit rather than the letter, crafted for headphones at midnight and loud rooms after. Riffs as language, dynamics as grammar—an uprising told without a single word.

Masterless Circuits

This track was written in loving memory of my wife's sister, who we lost to suicide a few years back. It's a subject no one really wants to discuss but suicide prevention is a very important topic.

Away (Acoustic Version 1)

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!

Heavy Metal and Electronic Music (approved by Corporate) to get you through your work day.

Remember Good Times

Mr. Good Employee

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