I try to keep this list alive with songs I like regardless of genre

Creative Thunder

Most Played By My Disciples ( The Fans )

The Writing On The Wall

The Writing on the Wall

P.O.E.T.

Serpentine

Seraphim Song

Cave

Asylum

Fire Dance

Old Timer's Eulogy

After All Is Said And Done

Jonny

I Want It All

One of my favorite songs is "The Job That Ate My Brain" by the Ramones. This song has nothing in common with that one, except that the process of making it could be described as "The Song That Ate My Brain." It took far too long to create, and as usual, there's no way of knowing if it was worth it or not. The intro is a remnant from a song written in 2022, but now “Spy Film” is complete in its entirety. It will be available on other platforms in June. Thanks in advance for everyone who takes a moment to check it out. /TQB

Spy Film

Three chord and four words: I fucking hate diplomacy. This song is inspired by daily life small talk and idiomatic expressions, that sound super ironic to my ears. I wish I could start conversations without diplomacy, but most people think I'm rude, when I just say what I really feel. This song makes you want to raise the roof after a bad day, I promise. It's time to quit the bullshit bingo.

Big thanks to Robert, Maik and Patrick from JaaRi who gave that song the special punk rock energy. Same for John for his powerful vocal takes, and Kathi for the backing vocals. I wish I could be with you in a rehearsal room and shout it out! Should be great fun :)

Nadine de Macedo: composition, lyrics, arrangement, production
John Lampson: vocals, guitars, solo, composition
Robert Goldbach: bass, background vocals
Maik Bzdziuch: drums, background vocals
Patrick Bäthge: background vocals
Katharina Rauch: background vocals

Where to find us:
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/johnlampson
https://jaari.bandcamp.com

==== LYRICS ====

I like the colour of your dress
You are embroidered with success
It's not a problem, it's a challenge
No impendiment, we can't manage

Oh thanks, I'm doing fine
You make things fall in line!

I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY
WHY DO YOU HIDE THE TRUTH FROM ME?
LET IT OUT - HEY!
LET IT OUT - HEY!
SHOUT IT OUT - HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY

Oh what a nice sunshiny day
I apologise for my delay
Oh thanks, that's sweet of you
You know things nobody else knew

No word left unspoken
My door is always open!

I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY
WHY DO YOU HIDE THE TRUTH FROM ME?
LET IT OUT - HEY!
LET IT OUT - HEY!
SHOUT IT OUT - HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY

I should have known right from the start
Saying things straight from the heart
Causes relationships to bloom. Or doom. 
However.

HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! 
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! 

I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY
WHY DO YOU HIDE THE TRUTH FROM ME?
LET IT OUT - HEY!
LET IT OUT - HEY!
SHOUT IT OUT - HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!
I FUCKING HATE DIPLOMACY

Yeah.

Diplomacy

From Cigarettes After Sex LP out now:
https://cigsaftersex.lnk.to/cas

website: http://www.cigarettesaftersex.com/

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Apocalypse

recorded December 2015 in Brooklyn, NY

Written by Greg Gonzalez
Greg Gonzalez - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Phillp Tubbs - keyboards
Randy Miller - bass
Jacob Tomsky - drums

Recorded by Greg Gonzalez
Mixed by Rocky Gallo
Mastered by Greg Calbi

Cover photo by Ryan Zoghlin
Cover design by Randy Miller

Released on Partisan Records

Apocalypse

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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