
[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

🎵 Bikeriders
by The Mainside Project

Engines roaring at the break of day
Cigarette lit, eyes chasing the grey
Worn-out jackets, stories on their skin
They live fast, no need to fit in

Burning the blacktop, no looking behind
On curves of fate, they’re forged and refined

Bikeriders — riding into the flame
Hearts are beating like a runaway train
Through deserts, storms, and city lights
They chase the road, no end in sight
Bikeriders — soul, machine, and fire

Love that’s wild, gone with the breeze
Tales told over beer and gasoline
Every mile’s a scream of truth
No regrets, just the hunger of youth

The wind is the anthem, the throttle’s their prayer
Fuel in their veins, no fear, just dare

Bikeriders — riding into the flame
Hearts are beating like a runaway train
Through deserts, storms, and city lights
They chase the road, no end in sight
Bikeriders — soul, machine, and fire

They ain’t heroes, they ain’t thieves
Just men chasing what they believe
With the weight of the road on their back
Still laughing loud down every track

Bikeriders — brothers of the storm
From mountain cold to desert warm
No maps, just instincts in control
They are the journey, the fire, the soul
Bikeriders — forever on the roll

Bikeriders

hip-hop, blues, electro undertones with heavy fuzzed-out guitars, deep, and hip-hop-inspired rhythms, rock, electro, deep delta groove, delta blues, produced with artificial intelligence

Inner Demons

 A cinematic rock anthem. “Why” fuses emotional storytelling with driving rhythm and raw vulnerability. From whispered doubt to roaring defiance, this track explores love, loss, resilience, and the power of music to heal and unite. Inspired by the voices of the unheard, “Why” is a tribute to those who rise, question and dream.

Text:
[Spoken Intro – “Jim’s Awakening”]
Where am I?
The air smells like plastic, the lights don’t flicker — they hum.
Everyone’s eyes are glowing blue…
Did I die — or did the world?

I reach for a match,
but fire’s gone.
There’s only screens now…
and no one burns anymore.

(Soft electric guitar fades in…)

Verse 1:
I woke up in a world of glass and glow,
everyone’s face lit by a screen below.
No one talks, they just scroll and stare,
and I’m standing here — breathing air.

Chorus:
People are stranger now,
colder somehow.
Eyes wide shut in the digital crowd,
People are stranger now.

(solo)

Verse 2:
I walked past ghosts in mirrored halls,
reflections whisper from shopping malls.
I said, “Hey, I’m Jim…” but they laughed it away,
“Who’s Jim?” — “Just another yesterday.”

Spoken Bridge:
They used to sing my songs in firelight,
now their music comes from clouds.
No guitars, no pain, no soul,
just code and ads — too loud.

I met a boy with wires in his head,
he said, “Man, I don’t dream — I download instead.”

(solo)

Chorus (reprise):
People are stranger now,
don’t even know how.
Hearts on mute in a digital crowd,
People are stranger now.

Outro:
Maybe I’m the ghost that stayed too long,
in a world that forgot the song.

Stranger now... stranger now...
(echo fades into analog hiss…)

People Are Stranger Now

Call me Back

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Inspirations : The Doors / Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix. By Hippie Soul. All rights reserved ®️©️.

Lyrics :

Kaleidoscope Soul Safari

[Verse]
Dust in my eyes from the desert wind
Colors shifting like a secret sin
Footsteps echo but I can't find the ground
Lost in a mirage where no truth is found

[Chorus]
Kaleidoscope soul safari
Chasing shadows in the sand
Kaleidoscope soul safari
World slips right through my hand

[Verse 2]
Sky bleeds orange as the day collapses
Time bends backward in its fragile axis
Voices whisper from the cracks in the stone
A thousand faces but I’m still alone

[Prechorus]
Who am I when the mirrors break
What’s real in a world that’s fake

[Chorus]
Kaleidoscope soul safari
Chasing shadows in the sand
Kaleidoscope soul safari
World slips right through my hand

[Bridge]
Falling falling into fractured light
A prism of chaos cuts the night
No map no stars no guiding line
Just fragments of me in the design

Inner Demons

Philippe Astor