Remember Venice's First Heart-Wrenching Album.

Take Me Back

Heading West

Pills

Stay - Remixed & Remastered

Get Up

There Is No Try

The Wedding

Intro

Mourning my life, heading over
Let’s drink and smoke and screw away
Lets fake living, more fake laughing
fake a photograph hey hey

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

I got Lost there, parton me here
I’ve got cellophane for brains
Little cesar, child beater
Stab at little ones hooray

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

missing lyrics, head is caved in
I’m  a debt man pay to grave
Could the ceiling, ever feeling,
ever judge me? Not today!

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Lets sing the blues to get away
Today, I say
Lets sing to get away
No way, no wait
Lets sing and move away
Hey hey, hey hey
Let’s kill off songs that hey.

The Only HeyCore Song You Need

[Verse]
Everywhere I turn, I see it on display
The art of music slowly drifts away
A generation consumed by the digital sway
But do they really know what they're losing, anyway?

[Verse 2]
It used to be a journey, a soulful escape
When melodies spoke, hearts would vibrate
But now it's all about the likes and the shares
The true essence of music lost in the air

[Chorus]
We're lost in the noise, drowned in the sea
Of auto-tuned voices, devoid of authenticity
Let's bring back the magic, rediscover the thrill
Because music's worth is what we need to fulfill

We're lost in the noise, drowned in the sea
Of manufactured hits, devoid of harmony
Let's bring back the magic, rediscover the thrill
Because music's worth is what we need to fulfill

[Bridge]
In the digital cacophony, where voices blend
Human touch and AI's hand, together we'll mend
The harmony lost in the noise's cruel sway
A collaboration to bring back music's true way

[Chorus]
Lost in the noise, adrift in the tide
Of synthesized tunes, where authenticity hides
But let's bridge the gap, find the magic still
In the union of human soul and AI's skill

Lost In The Noise

Kill Me Kate is the long-awaited self-titled debut from the punk band Kill Me Kate. Fifteen years in the making, this record distills years of raw energy, dark themes and underground grit into a cohesive and ambitious first full-length. Across thirteen tracks, the album shifts from explosive riffs to bruised emo confessions, tackling heartbreak, rebellion, and the absurd with equal intensity. A DIY statement carved from persistence and passion, Kill Me Kate stands as both an introduction and a culmination — the band’s first full album, finally unleashed.

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If Those Weasels Get Their Hands on us We're as Good as Dipped

Ralph Puma isn't your conventional emo artist. Hailing from the vibrant backdrop of Yonkers, just beyond the pulse of New York City, he's been fueled by an unyielding drive to push boundaries. His musical journey mirrors his eclectic experiences across the map. From the sun-kissed melodies of Florida's pop-punk scene to the gritty tapestry of New York's hardcore and introspective pop, and the rebellious spirit of So-Cal punk in San Diego, every stop has shaped his sound. Yet, it's Nashville where he discovered the soul of songwriting, a place nearest and dearest to his heart.

Over the years, Ralph has lent his talents to various bands, including Asinity, Tonight At Ten, Remember Venice, Palantine, Kill Me Kate, Stop The City, and Rosewood Rebels.

Beyond music, Ralph is the creative force behind "Solace: The Web Series," a compelling narrative chronicling the struggles of Millennials in charge of a comic book shop.

Now, with the release of his latest album, "S.O.S. From Your Favorite Dying Empire," Ralph Puma unveils a collection that transcends boundaries, weaving together the b-side songs from the past seven years. Utilizing Suno AI, a groundbreaking technology that blends artificial intelligence with musical creativity, Puma pushes the envelope of innovation in the music industry. Dive into his sonic landscape and embark on a journey through the heart and soul of modern music, where traditional songwriting meets cutting-edge technology in perfect harmony.

If Those Weasels Get Their Hands on us We're as Good as Dipped

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