rocking socks off, awesome performance, love the guitars !!!!

GET IT MAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You need to post a warning at the start of this: "Warning, may make you jump off of things and/or go really fast."

Great drum groove into the 80’s metal sound - there is an ANVIL sound to it. Nice!

Hé Mrs Gazoline, arrête ta frime, t’es démodée.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, et tes fossiles sont bitumés.
Cheveux au vent, sur ta Harley, lunettes noires, blouson clouté, Easy rider en liberté… Route 66 vers Santa Fé, rock&roll, in L.A.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, arrête ta frime, t’es démodée.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, et dans le ciel, t’es éthérée.
Dans ta combinaison anti-G, main sur le manche, regard d’acier,
Looping Top-Gun en liberté… Une escadrille de têtes brulées, rock&roll, in L.A.
Tonique, tellement tonique,
Toxique, extrêmement toxique.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, arrête ta frime, t’es démodée.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, ton énergie, est carbonée.
Porsche 550, Spyder, à l’est d’ Eden, et d’ailleurs,
Fureur de vivre en liberté… Route 4.6.6 Californie, rock&roll, in L.A.
Tonique, extrêmement tonique,
Toxique, tellement toxique.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, arrête ta frime, t’es démodée.
Hé Mrs Gazoline, ton corps de rêve, est gazouté.
A toute allure sur la chaussée, Ford Mustang, débridée
Un homme une femme en liberté… Un dérapage controlé, rock&roll, in L.A.

Mrs Gazoline

Corrina, Corrina?

'In My Room' is song from my new album 'Felt My Piano'. Enjoy

Felt My Piano

In My Room

Nashwille - In My Room

Day and Night

Faces From Nowhere

©Original Lyrics by Espen Skaar 🔥🔥🔥🎯
See the incredibly talented GQ sexy male steamy sensual vocalist here:)
https://soundcloud.com/dreamingwhileawakemusic
©Additional Lyrics by Lady ElectroTrek
**ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Passion In Your Eyes (Cover)

Passion In Your Eyes (REMIX)

When you can’t believe your luck and believe you will destroy your chance at happiness

Sabotage

Lucifer's Jam - Remastered

Imagine the power of the sea beneath you as you glide effortlessly over the pulsating ocean. The freedom of the air as the huge bird soars over the crests of ocean swell. Then with a few beats of its wings it flies off out of view.

Seabird

Submerged, playing the opening strains of our own dirge,
sinking into an abyss of faith and words, submerged.

But don’t close the coffin yet, even though it’s a fool’s bet
that we might wake long enough to see that we’re sleeping.

Patterns, this reoccurring act of failing,
this ending up at bad beginnings, patterns.

Some see the start of it while cursing the end of it,
yet all have feet of stone climbing the ladder of time.

Time’s hands are choking you, fate’s plans a joke on you,
while you live to let live, tripping on gifts that you cannot give.

Forget, losing the reason why we built this
empire of science and illusions and defects, forget.

We all are chained to it, our souls are owned by it,
losing the questions as well as the answers.

Lucifer's Jam - Remastered

Power of Zero

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