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Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

Snake's Valley

Electrons Edge

4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9 Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

God_Of_Peace_Philippians_4

Cover art: Letícia Torii

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A flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

Hoje eu deitei do outro lado da minha cama
Eu vi a minha vida de outra direção
Todo aquele espaço vazio

O problema não é não se encontrar
O problema é deixar de procurar

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como o som do vento
O cheiro da chuva
E todo aquele espaço vazio
Todo aquele espaço vazio

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como as cores do céu
Ao pôr do sol
E a flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

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The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
Today I lay on the other side of my bed
I saw my life from a different angle
All that empty space
The problem isn’t not finding yourself
The problem is giving up the search
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the sound of the wind
The scent of rain
And all that empty space
All that empty space
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the colors of the sky
At sunset
And the flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
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A flor que nasceu na calçada

🎸 DEAD AIR — the NEW punk-rock nuclear detonation from Zakk Riffle x My Killbox.

An adrenaline-soaked, anti-authoritarian scream into the void of modern-day surveillance, silence, and state-sponsored coverups. This is not for the soft-spoken. This is the soundtrack of the ungovernable.

Built for rebels. Engineered by outlaws. Mixed to break the feed.

👁️‍🗨️ EPSTEIN DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF
Let’s be brutally honest: If you’re still clinging to the fairy tale, you’re the problem.
A billionaire child trafficker with decades of blackmail material, protected by elites, politicians, and the alphabet boys — just happened to off himself in a federal prison during a high-profile investigation… with no guards watching… cameras malfunctioning… cellmate removed… autopsy contradicting the official story… and no client list ever released?

Nah. Miss us with that.

“DEAD AIR” is not just a song — it’s feedback from the wiretap, buzz from the bug in your wall, the static you hear when truth gets jammed.
It’s what happens when you know too much, and still don’t shut up.

streaming everywhere: https://hypeddit.com/zakkrifflemykill...

🎤 CREDITS:

Vocals/Guitar/Engineer: Zakk Riffle
Drums/Destruction: My Killbox
Produced in secrecy. Mixed for war. Mastered for fallout.
Genre: Punk Rock / Alternative / Anti-Establishment Rock / Fuck-The-System Music

DEAD AIR

Submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #28 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO August 2025, the text prompt for the jam was simply "The Desert"

The first track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album

It's titled Part II but only about 5% is from before, to stay within the Jam's rules.

but if you -must- know, Part I is Release CCVI (#206) from December 2023 on DoDeka album twenty albums ago.
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/stutterin-bob-dropped-the-rocket-launcher

https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/sets/duodeka

Stutterin' Bob Dropped The Rocket Launcher Pt. II

Prima Donna

You were chasing fame from an early age
From the very first moment you stepped onto the stage
Child prodigy ego to match
But you’re treating people with contempt 

Can’t do that
Can’t do that

You made enemies not caring how they feel
Sacrificed agents when you got a better deal
Hired and fired backing groups just on a whim
You’re skating on thin ice 
Be prepared to fall in

Hope you can swim
Or else you’re going to drown
 
Earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

Yeah you sure have
Acting like a diva’s only going to end up in flames 

You became a victim of your own success
Took liberties drugs and drank to excess
Slowly lost touch with reality
Your daddy would have turned in his grave 
If he could see
Definitely

You’ve earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

The knives are out 
And I think you’re gonna find that it’s a shame

Not sure right now where you go from here
Noticed in your eyes an element of fear
You’re looking very nervous are you going to crack
Too late now for you to try to retract 

Watch your back
You became too hot to handle
You’ve burnt both ends of the candle
Acting like a diva has finally sparked off those flames
That’s what comes from chasing fame
Only yourself to blame

Lyrics by Bobby Lincoln

Prima Donna

Beast ( Bees Knees )

Vanished

I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment.

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