very smooth rythm , groovy vocals sit perfcectly in the middle

I love this mama. It sounds hella peaceful and beautiful, keep going!! 🎀

This song is very beautiful. I like both the melody and the lyrics. Congratulations.

Jewel of a song, lyrics, voice, melody, all <3

Very catchy, like the arrangement and the expressive vocals.

I really like this great work I love the vocals

Hey penny,
We’ve been listening to your tracks and really dig your sound. Just curious would you love to do live performances and maybe even go on tour? We’d be excited to explore how we could help make that happen.

Pop / Rock Chart

Original Mix: on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (Acoustic Version)

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

Crimson Crown

Just some twitter musings on the present lawlessness in general.

Lyrics:

A journo was making a rather wooden take
That our very cultural survival was at stake
Reciting cliches, chapter and verse
And the state of his cause got progressively worse
As i passively catalogued his obvious failings

As i witnessed his histrionic railing
I admired his persistence 
Tearing on the weenies
Burying the gawking grifters
And telling those randy stoats to get wrecked
And extolling in all parts the liminal grace of 
The champions of full-gilled bravado
And forthright deportment
And bewailing the existence of
Beanie wearing peacoat-bedecked hipsters
Walking around carrying artisanal baked goods
And oat milk cortados in broad daylight in Portland

But the reality of course was rather more dire
Notably an individual in lingerie
Covered in sores stomping a windshield 
And generally ruining some hapless driver's day
Before attempting to light a man on fire
The nearby police 
Bereft of civic desire
Watched for a moment
Before calmly walking away

Banalities Of The Peacoat-Bedecked

Stun

Mid tempo rock song written, played, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions.
John H - vocals, guitars
(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territotries



Little White Lies

Little White Lies - John Hardman

Low Tech

Pop Punk/Rock 

The sea was angry that day, my friends

Make Me Feel Alive

I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 

My mind ain’t working okay

I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think that I confused you

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn that you got it all wrong

Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into rightings
In case you still need reminding
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone

Oh no you can’t find me
Too bad you can’t find me
I ain’t messed up now 

You’re gone

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa now you can’t find me
Too bad you can't find me
You can no longer like me
Don't care you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I don’t need you behind me

Too bad you can't find me
Whoa now you can’t find me
Don't care you don’t like me
Whoa you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall @2020

Ain't Messed Up

Hank delivers the goods on this tear jerking countrified soulful rocker about a man on the outs of a relationship.  Hank's soulful ever gritty vocals, his country style guitar, and gospel style piano paints a hard hearted story each verse getting more and more intense building to a final roundup of emotion complete with string section and haunting steel guitar, when you hear this song, you know why they call him Hank, 

Cryin In The Night
By Hank Rusch

Oh, I try to keep our lovelight burnin'
But now I see it growin' dim
I finally realized why you're always cryin'
You're gonna leave me for him

Every night it's the same
You wake up weepin' and callin' his name
Then you cry yourself back to sleep
You can't hide the secret that you keep

Is there somethin' you want to tell me?
Or are you gonna say everything's allright?
Is there somethin' you want to tell me?
Or are you gonna cry in the night?

I know it won't be long
With the plans you're makin'
soon I'll be gone
but I ain't gonna make easy for you
I think it's time for you to tell the truth

Is there somethin' you want to tell me?
Or are you gonna say everything's allright?
Is there somethin' you want to tell me?
Or are you gonna cry in the night?
are you gonna cry, cry in the night?
Tell me baby, Tell me baby, don't tell me lies
Tell me now in the night, and in the mornin'
In the mornin' I'll be gone
No, No, No, don't cry anymore, baby
Tell the truth and dry your eyes
I know why, I know why, you cry in the night
Cry, Cry, Oooooooh! Cryin' in the night
Cryin' Cryin' Cryin' Cryin' in the night

Cryin In The Night

Slinkin Around

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira


🎤 Presentation of “Uli – Bikes Are a Terror!” 🚲💥

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an anthem that proves life is made of falls, but also of laughter and persistence!

“Bikes Are a Terror!” isn’t just a song about not knowing how to ride a bike — it’s a delicious metaphor for how learning anything new can be total chaos. Who hasn’t tried something thinking it would be easy, only to discover that gravity has a sense of humor of its own?

Here, every wrong turn, every scraped knee, and every awkward glance from the campus crush becomes fuel to laugh at yourself and keep moving forward. Because, deep down, the message is clear: mistakes are part of the process, falling is inevitable, but getting back up is non-negotiable.

With verses full of irony and an explosive chorus of “Yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa!”, Uli reminds us that life isn’t about pedaling without falling — it’s about keeping at it until one day you glide with confidence and shout: “I did it!”

This song is an invitation to embrace the ridiculous, celebrate learning, and believe that perseverance always wins. Because, in the end, every fall is just a rehearsal for victory.

So, strap on your helmet, grip the handlebars, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster of sound. 🚴‍♀️✨ “Bikes Are a Terror!” — an anthem of hope, persistence, and of course, good laughs.

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

(Intro)

(Verses 1)

So my dorm-mate laughed at me, 
“Girl, I learned it when I was three!” 
I hopped on the seat, thought I’d slay, 
Boom—face-first, what a day.

I’m no athlete, never was, 
But they all keep sayin’ because: 
“It’s easy, don’t you whine, 
Riding bikes is super fine!”

Every try, I’m zig-zag bound, 
Like a circus clown in town. 
Crowds are watchin’, I pretend, 
But my balance meets its end.

On the campus quad, I stress, 
Never once a “bike success.” 
And my knees, they start to shake, 
Like I’m riding on an earthquake.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

(Verses 2)

I’m in a rush, like finals week, 
But patience is the skill I seek. 
Step by step, that’s how you grow, 
Not by bingeing YouTube, though.

Tutorial on 2x speed, 
Didn’t help my bike-y need. 
“Sit down straight, one foot, then glide…” 
Bro, I swear I almost cried.

Every try, I swerve and spin, 
Nearly crashin’ into him. 
Campus crush just walked on by, 
Saw me fall—yeah, I could die.

On the college path, I stress, 
Helmet hair, a total mess. 
Still I’m here, I won’t give in, 
One day soon I’ll ride and grin.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

[Verses 3]

Raphaella said to me, 
“Swimming’s something I can’t do, see.” 
What if while I pedal fast, 
That thought hits me—and I crash!?

Okay, I get it, no quick trick, 
It ain’t magic, just physics. 
Grab a book, mechanics class, 
Newton’s laws will save my ass.

(Final Chorus)

Chill out, girl, don’t lose your vibe, 
Still young, enjoy the ride. 
Step by step, you’ll get it right, 
One day soon you’ll own that bike.

Discipline, persistence too, 
Pedal slow, the skill comes through. 
Once you learn, it’s locked for life… 
…unless I crash again tonight!

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

Long road

Automatic (Acoustic Version)

Ooh he kept me running outta money
Bust and beat, the boy a greedy little honey
Ooh but now I’m back up on my feet again
Hide if you ever see him coming
Burning rubber, yeah I’m gonna keep running
Don’t wanna ever go back to anywhere I’ve been

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

No I don’t wanna do that again, no
Ain’t going back to the past
Ain’t gonna ever find a way to make the love in me last
No the lovin’ won’t last
No I don’t wanna do that again, no
The boy don’t wanna be nice
I got over him once
Now I don’t wanna break twice
No I don’t wanna break twice

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

Move out of my way
I’ve had enough of the madness
I played enough of your games
Don’t mind me walking away
Yeah get outta my way
Don’t have a heart for the sadness
I’m tired of fighting the pain
I won’t be living that way

I ain’t falling for you again
My, my
Falling for you again
My, my baby
My, my baby

I ain’t calling on you again
Bye-bye
Calling on you again
Bye-bye, maybe
Bye-bye maybe

Ooh, he kept me running outta money
Bust and beat, the boy a greedy little honey
Ooh, but now I’m back up on my feet again
Hide me if you ever see him coming
Burning rubber, yeah I’m gonna keep running
Don’t wanna ever go back to anywhere I’ve been

Music and lyrics by Tom Hall (c) 2025

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