Name: The Iron Clouds by North Of Neon
Duration: 3 min 7 s
Description: Based on a terrible nightmare some years ago. It's one of those dreams that just get stuck in one's head. Well, especially when you write a poem about it right after.

Welcome to the cosmic contradiction, baby!
Where the dollars do the talking and the poor man walks the walk.
Y'all ready to ride the capitalist rollercoaster? Haha!

Strutting down Wall Street, with a silver spoon in my mouth,
I got a golden parachute, in case this thing goes south.
Printing money in the basement, while the poor man pays the price,
This funky system's got us chasing, that capitalist paradise.

We're doing the funky dollar dance, (Oh yeah)
Where the rich get richer, by chance or by glance. (Ain't that funky now?)
In this game of monopoly, we're just taking a stance,
Spinning round in circles, in the funky dollar dance.

CEOs in their ivory towers, sipping on champagne,
While the workers lose their powers, drowning in the rain.
The stock market's a disco, but not everyone's invited,
Only the VIPs get to disco, while the rest are just divided.

Funky dollar dance, (Get down with it)
Where the money makes moves, that just don't make sense. (Talk about funky)
You gotta pay to play, pay to enhance,
Caught up in the rhythm, of the funky dollar dance.

Spun down Wall Street, with a silver spoon in my mouth,
I got a golden parachute, in case this thing goes south.
Printing money in the basement, while the poor man pays the price,
This funky system's got us chasing, that capitalist paradise.

Funky Dollar Dance
Get down with thang!
These addictions play out in a capitalist exchange
But together we stand, together we advance
Breaking free from the chains of the Funky Dollar Dance

Funky Dollar Dance
Shake your thang!
Where the money makes moves that just don't make sense
Tell the Funky, you the Funk
We gotta pay the pledge

Contradiction
Contradiction
Contradiction

Now, listen here! It ain't no secret, the system's rigged, you dig?
But when we lay down this groove, we expose the gig.
So, funk with us, as we tear down this capitalist facade,
And bring the power back to the people, now that's truly avant-garde!

In the land of the free, they say you can reach the stars,
But the ladder's broken, baby, owned by those fancy cars.
Let's funk up this system, make it truly ours,
With the power of the people, brighter than a thousand bars.

Funky dollar dancer, (Shake your thang)
Where contradictions play out, in a capitalist exchange. (Feel the funk)
But together we stand, together we advance,
Breaking free from the chains, of the funky dollar dance.

Funky Dollar Dance

Title: Who Am I? – Personne | Deep & Introspective Vibes

Description: Dive into Personne’s latest track, Who Am I?—a haunting blend of deep melodies and introspective lyrics. Perfect for fans of atmospheric, soulful, and thought-provoking music. Stream now on SoundCloud! 🎵✨ #NewMusic #WhoAmI #Personne #IndieMusic


Who Am I ?

Vinyl, CD, Cassette

When Winter Returns

new beats dropping anytime now
(sample came from insta @smoothstudiobeats)
145bpm f min

foereal (prod. smoothstudiobeats + cozybru)

Wrote and recorded this track with vocals, acoustic, electric flavors, drum machine, and a placeholder bassline. Big thanks to Ryan for adding some killer harmonies, guitar layers, bass, and for mixing it all together — made the whole thing shine. Check out his tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/ryan-bliven

Is It Dark Yet? (Ryan B Mix)

Based on a terrible nightmare some years ago. It's one of those dreams that just get stuck in one's head. Well, especially when you write a poem about it right after.

The Iron Clouds

Deeper

Crazy

The relief of having gained insight about a person you thought actually cared about you.

Estranged

Lullaby

When is it acceptable to call it a quit? You will always feel relations are worth fighting for and you try once more and once more and so on. Until you feel it. It's your last try - your final call.
Melodically this is quite upbeat. I don't know about preferences, but I think catchy tunes fits rather sad lyrics very well.

My Final Call

North Of Neon is a mix of variety.

These are demos. 
No more. No less.

Most of the songs have some bugs in them, one way or another. And the sound is overall mediocre. But most things in this world isn't flawless and maybe it would be quite empty if everything imperfect around us would be rejected. Well, well.

The songs are based on ideas, texts, lyrics, poems, melodies and beats made over nearly three decades.

If you have any questions how the music is made and the process, just feel free to ask.

And thank you so much for all the listens, likes and reactions. I do this first and foremost for myself, but it's really fun if anything is in the likes of others.

I guess NoN is offering some Neon Lights. Some winter nights.
And surely some crap as well.

Take care out there!:)

The Iron Clouds

North Of Neon

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