Green Sun is the 3rd track from the Real World EP. Produced by Mike Moore and featuring Patrick Walden on guitar. 

Green Sun

Labor Day Anthem is a hard rock anthem for the backbone of the world — the workers. With gritty riffs and defiant vocals, this track pays tribute to the laborers, builders, nurses, farmers, and fighters who rise every day to keep society moving. It’s raw, unapologetic, and built to be played loud.

Released in time for Labor Day, this song is both a tribute and a battle cry — celebrating the sweat, struggles, and pride of the working class. Turn it up and stand side by side.

Labor Day Anthem

The coffeehouse steam, a beatnik's dream,
You're a king in a world of scat and scribbled verse.
Your eyes hold a truth, a raw and ruthless proof,
That shatters my calm, for better or worse.
You talk 'bout Kerouac, the road, the knack,
Your confidence is a fortress, a towering stack.
And I'm just a cat, with a worn-out hat,
Trying to find a crack, imagine that.

But then you laugh, and the sun breaks through!
For a dizzy moment, I know just what to do!
Then the night descends, and the silence screams,
And you're just a ghost in a bag of dreams.
Yeah, you're just a ghost in a bag of dreams.

Alone in my pad, the good, the bad,
Your echo's the only fad I've ever had.
The scent of your smoke, the joke you spoke,
A lingering spell that I gently stroke.
I reach for the phone, a silent moan,
A dial tone drone, I'm utterly alone.
Then it rings, sharp and clear, cutting through the fear,
And I cling to your voice, "Hey, are you there, my dear?"

'Cause you laugh, and the sun breaks through!
For a dizzy moment, I know just what to do!
Then the night descends, and the silence screams,
And you're just a ghost in a bag of dreams.
Yeah, you're just a ghost in a bag of dreams.

We're strangers, still, on this spinning wheel,
But your presence is a truth I can feel.
I see your demands, your upright hands,
A moral code that the square world understands.
And I'm on the shore, wanting more, but unsure,
Watching your distant light, so brilliant and pure.
A fledgling thing, this song we sing,
I'm perched on the edge, just watching you swing.
And you laugh, and the sun breaks through!
For a dizzy moment, I know just what to do!
Then the night descends, and the silence screams,
And you're just a ghost... a beautiful, frightening ghost...
In my beatnik dreams.

...in my beatnik dreams.
Yeah...
Dig it?
...Cool.

A ghost in a bag of dreams

Update: An in-depth patch explanation tutorial video has just been released on YouTube: https://youtu.be/-7Sv6_Epr50 - if you're intrigued how this track was made, check it out 🤗

I wanted to see whether GRM Tools Atelier could do something a little more rhythmic ... It can! 😁 See the YouTube video of the patch (and an upcoming how it works) on the halF unusuaL YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/aY6TNXLZYec

whenever we meet
it’s raining
green walnuts

Tanaka Hiroaki (1959–2004) was a Japanese poet from Osaka. A student of Hatano Sōha, he published many of his works in the journal Ao 青 (“Blue”), of which he became editor in 1979. In 2000, he founded his own journal, Yū ゆう.

Haiku by Tanaka Hiroaki (Italian): https://www.lucacenisi.net/2023/03/24/cinque-haiku-di-tanaka-hiroaki/

To find out more and participate, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

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halF meT [naviarhaiku616]

London’s still calling (and we are cool)

Songs are available for artist cut, publishing, sync, and licensing.

This project is a songwriting showcase for Modern artists and publishers.

Contact: tsdmusic73@gmail.com

Visit timothydonahuesongwriting.com for more information.
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Waiting for Answers

I feel the tremor crawling up my spine

JINGLEHEIMER — a man being pulled apart from the inside out... an identity under siege, collapsing in real time. The interrogation, the accusations, and the relentless demand to “state your name” serve as a punishment more profound than the execution itself. 

As the once-playful chant emerges as a grim ritual, the name “Jingleheimer” becomes a burden, a curse echoed by the crowd until individuality dissolves. What you hear isn’t just the story of a traitor; it’s the sound of someone being unmade, reduced to the bare, anonymous core beneath every stolen or repeated name.
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LYRICS:
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name 
what is your name? 
state your name 

the executioner waits for you 
the time has come 

state your name 
state your name 

or bear the consequence 
you just might die 

Don't be a fool 
We know your name 
We know what you are 
Traitor 
Traitor to the state 
Traitor to the nation 

We know who you are 
We know who you are 

We know who you are...

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes 
John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

do you think we are the fools? 

do you think we won't harm? 

we are the answer 
to your nightmare 

and you are doomed
to fail 

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

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JINGLEHEIMER

This track is an existential look at humanity as a mistake. Tracing our path from the "great canopy" to becoming "dangerous things," it asks the ultimate question of conscience. With a bridge that descends into the chaos of "letting the dogs out," this is a song about the guilt of being human and the sky breaking in above us.

A Black Metal Dance-Punk riot about evolutionary guilt.

Conduit - How do you sleep at night?

I’m sinking back into the noise
My mind is breaking with no choice
Every echo feels like fate
And I can’t carry all this weight—

AAAAAAAAAAAAH—

I feel the hole inside my chest 
Growing bigger every day 
I try to scream but nothing’s left 
Just the shadows that I made

Every thought collapses
Every truth unravels
I’m fading, degrading
Into my private hell—

I’m hollow inside
And I can’t fill the silence
I’m losing my mind
No meaning, no guidance
I’m falling apart
Like a ghost I can’t revive
There’s nothing to find
In the void where I survive

I chase the pieces of myself 
But they dissolve when I get close 
I’m trapped inside a fading shell 
My purpose buried in the smoke 

I’m breaking, reshaping
What’s left of who I was
Detaching, collapsing
Nothing’s ever enough—

I’m hollow inside
And I can’t fill the silence
I’m losing my mind
No meaning, no guidance
I’m falling apart
Like a ghost I can’t revive
There’s nothing to find
In the void where I survive

Cut me open—
See the emptiness I hide!
Tear the noise out—
I’m already dead inside!
Nothing left now—
Just a body in decline!
I keep screaming—
Just to prove that I'm alive!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I’m hollow inside 
No escape from the silence
I’m losing my mind 
Drifting without guidance
I’m falling apart 
Just a ghost I can’t revive
There’s nothing to find
In the void where I survive

Empty inside

Metal/Death Metal/Metalcore/Industrial-Tinged Metal.

Links to other streaming platforms and info about all my releases can be found at my website: https://hauntshademusic.nl

Lyrics written by me.
Music composed with the help of AI.


Empty inside

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