Wow! This is a really terrific rock track. Great job!

Driving bass & drums, a hooky guitar riff and great vocal lines.  Simple but effective.

Paralysed

Me, Myself

BPD·ID8 (radio edit)

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the bit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

ID8 (radio edit)

London’s still calling (and we are cool)

Lyrics:

Pedal down...the highway screams,
Chrome reflections, gasoline dreams.
Thunder rolling underneath my seat,
Heartbeat racing with the engine’s beat.
Leather jacket flapping in the night,
Every red light dares me to fight.
Steel-toe boots, and a rebel’s grin,
Kicking up dust where the night begins.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Blacktop’s humming, wheels won’t lie,
Dust cloud’s rising, kiss the sky.
Headlights cut through the midnight haze,
Chasing glory in a rockabilly craze.
Neon diners and a broken sign,
Every mile marker’s saying’ “you’re mine.”
Cigarette smoke, and a jukebox tune,
Dancing’ with danger ‘neath a blood-red moon.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasing sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning’ fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Tailpipe roaring, moonlight glow,
Burning’ rubber where the outlaws go.
Every curve’s a promise, sharp and mean,
Engine crying like a wild machine.
One more race till the break of dawn,
I’ll ride this devil till the brakes are gone.
Sirens wail but they fade behind,
Freedom’s mine on this razor line.

Speeding’ hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Pedal to the Devil

Shake with the Skeletons

Under the rain

The Pentagram

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"Hustle Fatigue" is an anthem for anyone waking up feeling like they're already dead before the day begins. It explores the pain of living in a world that demands everything from you, and the crucial moment you decide to say "no." Moving from the grey fog of the morning alarm to the clarity of friendship, this track is about reclaiming your life from the machine.

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This starts at the mistletoe and ends with you begging for more. A track about being snatched up, pinned against the wall, and taken with all my might. It's the season of giving, and I'm giving it to you in every way. Merry Fucking Christmas.

Your Holiday Fill

Project 66 is the sound of defiance forged in steel, fire, and truth.
Created by Jeff R. Young (aka - wickedwisdom66), a storm-chasing armed guard turned storyteller and digital artist, Project 66 blends the haunting atmosphere of gothic metal, the grit of outlaw rock, and the industrial pulse of modern cyber metal.
Each song is a collision of beauty and brutality, a sermon for those who’ve fought their own wars and walked away, scarred but standing. Project 66 tells stories carved in dust, faith, and defiance.
The project moves fluidly between worlds: country grit, gothic shadow, metal aggression, and industrial precision, but the heartbeat never changes. It’s about survival. It’s about redemption. It’s about turning pain into power and volume into confession.
Project 66 isn’t just music. It’s an attitude, a voice for those who still believe in the fight.

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