Rock Hard / Heavy & Metal /June - August 2025

Rockin´all over.....!

Rob Olsson

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart.

Rob Olsson - Rob on the Edge

Too Many Faces

Music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqmnp3KQnVs
——— —
Creeper
________

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet
hiding in shrubs, crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper 
creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees
and if you need me, you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

——-
see a cottage, ‘round two-hundred feet…
peeking in your blinds! crazy way to meet, girl! :)

I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street 
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper gellin’ to my radio
moving up your street, hop into my backseat
I got down around 200 feet, hiding in shrubs…
crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees, and if you need me
you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

——-
where are you girl?  I get low down
smashed around looking for anyone not a clown
out there in the summer heat; crawling through your shrubs…
crazy way to meet, girl!

where are you now?  I get low down
smacked around looking for anyone not a clown
out there around 200 feet, hiding in the trees
crazy way to meet, girl!

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet…
hiding in your shrubs, crazy place to meet 

giiiiirrrrrrrrrrlllllllll!!!!!!!!!!

Creeper

Joe Satriani is well known for his up-tempo songs, but for my tastes I love his slower paced ballads like The Forgotten from Flying in A Dream.  I decided to revisit The Forgotten and share it my cover of this beautiful ballad.

The Forgotten (Part 1 & 2)

Last but not least... from the Album " Prince Of Darkness" the heavyrock piece "Broken People"... another story about " people on the dole".. this time played by TOX and composed by W.Dannemann (leadvoc./guitar).  Lyrics: Pee Gee  
Best enjoy with headphones...Rock On!!

Broken People, Tox/Pee Gee

Ashes of Yesterday

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

One hour to ruin and reckoning

https://soundcloud.com/user-995867230?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  Single Use: Guitar
Rob Olsson: Bass
Rob Lyrics/Vocs

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Shadows still fill 
The deepest corners of my mind
Try to wave them away like flies

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Living in this three dimensional world
Do my best
Get on the right side of the truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Right Side Of The Truth /with Single Use And Recycled

"Whatever"is an '80s-style rock song. It talks about the world of disposable and temporary things we live in, where nothing lasts long enough to become real. Friendships, relationships, love — everything is plastic and fleeting. A time without memories.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

It’s just like that, the way I recall,
Blurred-out words, nothing real at all.
I hit the street, but I’m not there,
Can’t see you — green or red, I don’t care.
I walk ahead, try not to glance behind,
Where I go, you don’t cross my mind — that’s fine.
What’s gone is gone, it won’t return,
The future waits, no need to burn.
It’s gone, it’s done — no more glory,
The fire wipes out every story.
Time just moves, it won’t relent,
Chasing wins, it kills the present.
And memory? It fades, it dies,
Just disappears before your eyes.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

Tanto faz é um rock estilo anos 80. Fala sobre o mundo de coisas descartáveis e temporarias em que vivemos, onde nada dura tempo suficiente para se tornar verdadeiro. Amizades, relacionamentos, amores...tudo é plastico e passageiro. Um tempo sem memórias.

Tanto Faz

É bem por ai, é como eu me lembro;
Palavras difusas, tudo fake;
Descubro a rua e não me vejo;
Não te enxergo, verde ou vermelho;
Sigo em frente sempre tento não olhar pra trás;
Pra onde ando não te percebo, tanto faz;
O que passou, passou. Não volta jamais;
O futuro te espera, fica em paz;
Passou, passou, não tem mais glória.
O fogo varre toda a história.
O tempo sempre segue em frente, buscando a vitória despreza o presente.
A memória se diluí, se desfaz.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

Single Use And Recycled: song writer, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/Q10mjSPzCOfMD5YN1Q

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Long ago you said you loved me
That was not untrue
I love me too, can’t blame you

I’m uneducated, unbathed
I’m a wreck
Check it out, whatcha gonna do?

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

I’m no prince, that being said
Thanks a lot for hanging in 
I’ve got doubts, check it out

My lackadaisical attitude
C’est la vie
You’re still here, believe in me

Always hear so much talk about
The one soul mate
A lotta talk, check it out

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Good Things Fall

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

Mountains crumble skies turn grey
Rivers weep and fade away
Forests fall beneath our hands
A shattered world built on demands

Mother nature cries aloud
Her voice lost within the crowd
Ravaged lands and broken seas
Begging us down on her knees

Cry of the earth .mp3

"Movin’ Is Livin’" is a raw push forward — part classic rock anthem, part emotional breakthrough. I wrote this on a day when I needed motion more than meaning. It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s alive.
If you’ve ever felt stuck in the middle, this one’s for you.
Vroom vroom. Let’s roll.

MOVIN' IS LIVIN'

One hit in my gut
Above the belt, war is fought
Next shot, cut my eye
Vision blinded

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Stopped outright, trail gone cold
Master plan been revised
No F.E.A.R.
Forget everything and run

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself 

Rude awakening, whole room spin
Crawl across the floor
Skull imploding 
Gonna be sick

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself


Hope Elevated

The Walking Session (Rehearsal)

Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/c3vPKqnUSooFz2rE1Q
Rob: lyrics/vocals, bass, solo guitar

Along the way, out of curiosity
Ask me anything, I know it all

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

I can count to ten, three different languages 
No and yes and thank you 
That’s my specialty

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Keen eye for the obvious, spot it every time
Did you catch the way made it look so easy

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

I got super confidence, sure of myself
Stand alone atop the highest mountain 

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge


Smirk On My Face

This song is now GEMA registered..uploaded by gema music hub..available on all streaming platforms starting August 8  /2025..have a listen and enjoy!

 https://listen.music-hub.com/91bj8h  




I wrote this story for an old friend in my hometown who dedicated his life to Rock´n Roll, lived thru all the ups and downs  and never regretted the decision he  had made when he was very young.
I am really grateful for the collab with Mikey Falls  @MyKingFalls Collective who did a great job creating a catchy Rocksong ("working his magic on it!") with extraordinary vocals and vocal performance , a great hookmelody (right from the start!) and an impressive backing punch. 
I hope you enjoy this track as much as I do. Play it loud or use headphones. ´Yes, it is late Seventies Rocktime ! 

Listen to more Magic music creations @MyKingFalls
 

Life For Rock & Roll

Born in a place kind of middle class home
Working class quarter but pretty unknown
He grew up on music of his alltime icons
Chuck Berry, Jimi Hendrix, The Kinks and The Stones

He got gripped by music when he entered the scene
Played in clubs when he turned fifteen
It didn´t take long to get famous in town
A musical rebel with a sensitive soul

He lived for his passion and Rock & Roll

Just playing his music, never went with the flow
He followed his dream , he was ready to go
For the good, the bad and the dirty deeds
The price for it all had to be paid on the streets

A musical rebel with a sensitive soul
A fighter for passion and Rock & Roll

In the old days he was hungry, his brain so wired
He wasn´t so much older as he was tired
Found him drunk on the day he hit the ground
And the cold winter rain was pouring down

A musical rebel aiming higher for more
But he gets back up when he hits the floor

A musical rebel with a sensitive soul
He lived for his passion and Rock & Roll

Life for Rock & Roll

Tis a noble sport but it does have its downside. The lifespan of a wrestler is typically reduced by 15-20 years attributed to the health consequences of the sumo diet. They are also banned from driving cars partly due to being too big to fit behind a steering wheel. This song, however, is about another fight which we must win!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSnhY0xBK7k

I’m a sumo wrestler
Don’t fit in a Tesla
I weigh 400 pounds 
Or ‘bout that
And a lotta the food’ll be
Rice, ramen noodles
Yeah
Ya gotta be fat

No gougin ’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Huff, luffa 
Keep your breathing in sync
Throw salt in the air
Show your palms 
That’s just fair
Make sure your mawashi’s 
Tucked in
   
Le lutteur de Sumo
Il ma fait ‘ah’
Il ma fait ‘oh’
Le lutteur de Sumo
C’est si bon
C’est si beau

No gougin’ no kickin’
Just slappin’ and trippin’
Make sure your mawashi 
Tucked in
 And remind that bozo
Once he touches the doho
It means that he loses
I win

Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa
Huffa luffa

The Sumo Wrestler

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Rocks

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart. I hope to make more music soon so check back every so often👍