Some time ago John Baker (@ldchool) sent me this great backing track he created and asked me to play a lead break on it. After I did we recognized that this track strongly deserves vocals. So I sat down and searched for some words to get some lyrics together and thought of a melody to sing. Then asked my friend Marcus to come over and sing. We all are very satisfied with the result. Thanks to John's mixing skills and Marcus' voice it turned out quite nice.

Lineup:
John Baker (@ldchool):
The complete backing track, mix and mastering
Marcus Heck:
Vocals, background vocals
Andy:
Lyrics, leads and fills

Let The Good Times Roll

From the Album "Punk Funk You"
Distribution On The Way

Punk Punk Punk

Funky Night

Una preciosa canción interpretada por mi querida Ren que ha subido el nivel de la parte instrumental. 
DELAFLOR: GUITARRAS, BAJO, BATERIA, SINTETIZADORES Y PRODUCCION.
REN FAYE: LETRA Y VOZ.

A beautiful song performed by my dear REN that has raised the level of the instrumental part.
DELAFLOR: GUITARS, BASS, DRUMS, SYNTHESIZERS AND PRODUCTION.
REN FAYE: LYRICS AND VOICE.

Lyrics:

V1. You told me my cowboy hat,
Don't look so good,
You told me my lipsticks outta place,
In Rosewood,

2. Your cigarette silhouette,
Is standing at my door,
What's a girl to do?
I'm not over you,
And every field is our dance floor...

So, cowboy...
Show me,
How they,
Do it in the Western...
Taking in the sunsets,
Running with the horses,
Sunrise cowboy...
Sunrise cowboy...

Those campfire kisses,
Under blankets of stars,
Those old twilight wishes,
Songs on Gibson guitar,
I know now who you are,
Sunrise Cowboy...
Sunrise Cowboy...

Repeat of V1 & 2

Ohhh...yee haw!
Giddy up...
Ohhh...yee haw!!
Not had enough..
Ohh yee haw!
Not had enough...
sunrise,
Sunrise Cowboy...

Now my cowboy hat,
Fits me better than before,
I don't wanna go,
Cos all I want is more...
Sunrise cowboy...
Sunrise cowboy...

Show me, show me how they do it...
Do it in the Western,
Taking in the sunset,
Running with the horses...
Sunrise cowboy...

Yeee...haw! ;)

Sunrise Cowboy

SUNRISE COWBOY (REN FAYE AND DELAFLOR)

P.O.E.T.

Cave

My father passed away today 18th Feb 2022. The last few months were particularly hard for him and he just wanted to die.  This song is one of a few I wrote as catharsis. Sometimes we can live too long when quality of life has gone. 

Sometimes there's no justice
There's no need to try
You just need to trust us
'Til it's your time to die

It's painful to watch you
It's not living at all
Just waiting the days through
For that hammer to fall

I know you really want to go
There's nothing I can do
I want you to know

I feel so helpless
Impotent and scared
It's all so hopeless
But cannot be repaired

I know you really want to go
There's nothing I can do
I want you to know
I know you really want to go
There's nothing I can do
I want you to know

A Thousand Cuts

pristine snow flakes eventually turn into grimy slush on the road. both are beautiful in their own way. maybe

art by Greg Rosenke: https://unsplash.com/photos/9TfupynMF-A

slushy wonderland

Language in Paradise VI

1. got to keep on moving

Time Traveler

Metronaut

valentine

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.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy