Name: Chronic by Opal Punk
Duration: 3 min 20 s
Description: Alt Elec Instrumental which bring back a word our lexicon lost only too recently: Chronic.

You beautiful focks sre the Parmeseam on my everything.

Awakening to find a trail of destruction behind one's self-of-yester can be disheartening. But when riding such intense cycles, it's not a fruitless trail to go seeking sprouts of method amidst the fields of madness. Burnt bridges lose capacity in both ways; and in cases such as this, the smoke of dynamics once-cherished, made up the cover I required to hide from a reality too grave. The casting of blame aside, and without regard to the individual instances of affect, this ol' Sparker's still fuckin' got it.

Love yins!
Heart,, Follow, Share, Comment, Repost

Inferno Jusfer Shade

Celtic Chorus, with Han the Zard showing off how many voices are in his mind--it's a lot, and this time we were able to wrangle them into a certifiable Banger

The pic is of Han the Zard and his beloved Seester; fellow Bozevilla, Don of the Wall, and powerhouse of talent.
Working on getting my family under the Bardfox banner--Social Credit, anyone?

Mythix stab that Follow.

Fortune!

Alt Rock which knows its a banger. To Peggy Hill!

"THAT'S MY PURSE, I DON'T KNOW YOUUU!"
Ho yeah.

We could all benefit from being a little more Peggy Hill--plus these blues are utterly furious. Cruise up blastin' this, watch the heads turn.

Picture is of Outlerloper and Andor!

Ho, Yeah!

Alternative Gypsy Vibe -- Trampcar Singalong for my Fall-time Festival-goers.

Yellow

Electron Alternative Gypsy Punk; this'n is a thrasher

Hut 1 Hut 2

Alt Elec Instrumental which bring back a word our lexicon lost only too recently: Chronic.

Chronic

Alternative-Gypsy Blues; to all those out there trying to quench their thirst with fire.

All That Glitters is Glass

Pumping Altnative Gypsy Punk, for Gametime.

Back in the turn of the century, Football players--after HIT STICKing a bastard--would look down upon their grounded adversary, and shout:
CHOP, CHOP MUTHA FUCKAAAA

Chop Chop (Muther F*cker)

Alternative Trip Hop Post-Ska! Sinister Big Band vibes with a beat that both pushes, as well as lays wayyy back.
Great for boss fights!

Mundo

Knock Knock; why did the tortoise cross the street? He was a cold-blooded mother fucka, never cared about the heat.

Buy This Joint?

Turtles Of Zen

Alternative Post Punk
I wrote these lyrics in the comments of another of my tunes. Scan around around and you'll find them!

Said the Druid (to the Medicine Man)

Sup Foxies??
Opal Punk is a blend of Gypsy Rock, Chicago Blues, and Detroit HipHop. 
I am available for Comission,  $25 per 30 seconds.

Now that business is outta the way:
Git high, git ready, and fuggin git downnnnn

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