Lyrics written by, and music created by Joe Kirk. Copyright 2025.

Is this one better than the last baby.
You know I got to be the best.
You laugh at my silly accolades.
I just want to beat the rest.
Your mouth is the treasure.
I pour mine into it.
Now look at us beautiful.
Look what you have done.

I faced more than any should.
All in the name of love.
In the shame of lust.
Memories just turn to dust.
Never should have put the trust in us.
There are no guarantees in this life.
Shiny metal angel.
Angel made of rust.

Look at the rubble.
Stare at the crash.
You know what you did.
Run for your life girl.
You better run.
Nothing really matters now.
Sexy finale.
I can't turn my eyes away.
Your end is just the beginning. 
Better keep your lips to mine.

I gamble on Love.
Put all the money on the next card.
Loser trying to be a winner.
Take my relevance not my gold.
I see why they pursue.
To get a taste of you.
I don't blame them hell.
I pursue you too.


Is this one better than the last baby.
You know I got to be the best.
You laugh at my silly accolades.
I just want to beat the rest.


 I faced more than any should.
All in the name of love.
In the shame of lust.
Memories just turn to dust.
Never should have put the trust in us.
There are no guarantees in this life.
Shiny metal angel.
Angel made of rust.

A thousand broken moments.
combine inside my mind.
Rewind God if you are kind.
Let me lose what lurks behind.
I stare at the black as it stares back.

 I faced more than any should.
All in the name of love.
In the shame of lust.
Memories just turn to dust.

Nothing really matters now.
Sexy finale.
I can't turn my eyes away.
You end is just the beginning. 
Better keep your lips to mine.

You are just an echo. 
I am just space.
Supernova climax.
Please just hear my case.
Leave me here to catch my breath.
She turned me into this.

Look at the rubble.
Stare at the crash.
You know what you did.
Run for your life girl.
You better run.
Nothing really matters now.
Sexy finale.
I can't turn my eyes away.
You end is just the beginning. 
Better keep your lips to mine.

Is this one better than the last baby.
You know I got to be the best.
You laugh at my silly accolades.
I just want to beat the rest.
Your mouth is the treasure.
I pour mine into it.
Now look at us beautiful.
Look what you have done.

AnGel mAdE of rUsT.  Pale1/ Chrome Dolphins

From the heart of Texas rises Pale1 — a poet, fighter, and truth teller who turns pain into prophecy. Rooted in Austin’s raw underground scene, Pale1 stands apart as a lyricist who bleeds emotion through every bar. His verses are heavy with experience — a lifetime of loss, loyalty, and lessons — and his delivery carries the calm wisdom of a man who’s survived every storm and came back sharper.

More than a rapper, Pale1 is a freestyler, philosopher, and vessel for truth. His music bridges Southern grit with soulful reflection — the voice of someone who’s walked through fire and still thanks God for the journey. With every track, he breaks through facades and speaks directly to the spirit, blending poetic cadence with street-born authenticity.

Tracks like “Ugly Beautiful,” “Storm Front,” and “gAbrIel’s mesSaGe” show his ability to move between pain and peace, between loss and redemption — always guided by faith, always grounded in truth. His wordplay is sharp, his flow unpredictable, his tone unmistakably real. Pale1’s sound feels both ancient and new, a Texas storyteller channeling divine urgency through a microphone.

Behind the mic, Pale1 is Joe Kirk, founder and creative force behind Chrome Dolphins, a movement built on creativity, resilience, and rebirth. Together with a circle of like-minded artists, he continues to build from the underground up — not chasing fame, but pursuing meaning.

Pale1 is more than music — he’s message, motion, and mercy wrapped in rhyme.
When he speaks, it’s not just bars — it’s testimony.
When he breathes, it’s art.
When he rhymes, it’s revelation.

Welcome to the inside of my brain. 🧠✨
If you’re looking for music that fits into a perfect little box, you might want to look elsewhere. I write and sing from the messy, real, and raw parts of my life—but I also believe that if you can’t laugh at the chaos, you’re doing it wrong.
I’m based in Ohio, where the weather is confused and the corn is plentiful. Music is my lifeline; it’s how I process the heavy stuff and how I celebrate the good stuff. I try to serve up equal parts emotion and comedy, because life is usually a weird mix of both.
To everyone listening: Thank you. Your support keeps the lights on and the songs coming. I promise to keep releasing tracks that make you feel something (even if that feeling is just "why did they say that?"). Stick around, I’ve got more stories to tell. 🎶

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