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Merry Christmas everyone! This song was done live, at the RL Olympia, Living Stage, a few years ago.  The video is available also. Link Below...
God Bless ✝️ 

https://youtu.be/NkwIJa1l7BQ?si=dQ6uaINN_naxQch6

Santa Claus is back in Town

Original Mix: on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (Acoustic Version)

All I Have (Acoustic Sessions)

Over and Over Again (Acoustic)

У моря есть волны
У солнца есть свет
Есть я у тебя у меня тебя нет
Ты смотришь в окно чтоб увидеть опять
Те странные мысли, не потерять

Пройдёт серой тучей и ляжет в песок
А мне бы приблизиться на волосок
К тому, что мерцает и может спасти
Того, что не вижу но есть впереди

Не зная что будет
Не видя, что есть
Мы сделаем шаг, но останемся здесь
Под небом курчавым расправим слова
И заиграют стихов кружева

Тот шаг, что надеждою стоит согреть
И для чего так хотелось бы петь
Шагнуть бы его, или что то понять
Те странные мысли мне не унять

Пр.
Помню свет в окне
Зелёной комнаты
Вижу, мальчик на ковре
Играет в кубики

/// google translate

The sea has waves
The sun has light
You have me, I don't have you
You look out the window to see again
Those strange thoughts, not to lose

Will pass as a gray cloud and lie in the sand
And I would like to come a hair closer
To that which shimmers and can save
That which I do not see but is ahead

Not knowing what will be
Not seeing what is
We will take a step, but will remain here
Under the curly sky we will straighten the words
And the lace of poetry will play

That step that is worth warming with hope
And why would I so like to sing
I would like to step it, or understand something
Those strange thoughts I cannot calm

Сhorus
I remember the light in the window
of the green room
I see a boy on the carpet
Playing with cubes

Странные мысли

Странные мысли / Strange thoughts

DEKA

Daisies

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

Get out of My Way

When the voices call you scrolling
and their glow feels like the sea
they will steal your midnight hours
and disguise them as a dream

When the headlines kiss your eyelids
and the slogans stroke your skin
you keep leaning into windows
that were never meant to open

When the prophets sell subscriptions
and the saints are pay-per-view
you confess into their servers
they remember more than you

When the mirror starts replying
and it smiles the way you type
every gesture feels rehearsed
every silence gets a like

When the chorus drowns your heartbeat
and the static feels like home
you are singing with the sirens
though you think you're not alone

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

You can't mute the hum
you can't close the glow
you can't stop what you know

You can't kill the song
you can't break the spell
you can't silence the well

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

Digital Sirens

All parts by Robert Grigg except 
Drums by Jim dooley
https://jimdooley.net/

No Need To Wait

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Music Box Memories

I originally wrote this as a rock song and felt the urge to try a country rock version.  Featuring Aether Flux Lewis on vocals.  This song got in my feelings pretty hard.  For anyone that has suffered a loss of a loved one.

Country Gets Rocked

Angel In The Sky ReVampd (Country Rock)

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I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 

My mind ain’t working okay

I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think that I confused you

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn that you got it all wrong

Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into rightings
In case you still need reminding
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone

Oh no you can’t find me
Too bad you can’t find me
I ain’t messed up now 

You’re gone

Whoa I got tired of fighting
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa now you can’t find me
Too bad you can't find me
You can no longer like me
Don't care you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I don’t need you behind me

Too bad you can't find me
Whoa now you can’t find me
Don't care you don’t like me
Whoa you don’t like me
Don’t need you behind me
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall @2020

Ain't Messed Up

Centipede Scars

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

Country Rock version of Woman Of My Dreams featuring Aether Flux Lewis on vocals.  This image is in reference to a famous music video elevator scene Luther was a part of in 2011 with a Country Pop Blonde - I can't remember her name but her I believe her initials are T.S.

Woman Of My Dreams ReVAMPd (Country Rock)

Woman Of My Dreams ReVampd (Country Rock)

A song written for the No Kings march held on October 18, 2025

Lyrics
[verse]
An old vet lays at the overpass.
Gallon of milk, by his head.
P.T.S.D… bites him fast.
While he sleeps on a concrete bed.

Ice! is forming everywhere.
Black, blue and camouflage.
Who they grab, they just don't care.
It's political sabotage.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns! America's pawns!


[verse]
Give the rich, more tax cuts.
Keepin' 'em happy is the goal.
You see, cheaters have no guts.
Nor do they have a soul.

When you need a little aid.
Some help up off the floor.
No matter how long you pray.
They always punish the poor.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
This king is fake!  tarnished bronze!
Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[verse]
Media spews worthless news.
Lies from corporate owners.
Pushing right-wing views.
Plus those of crooked donors.

They love their guns, it's crystal clear
While our kids get shot and bleed.
Losing power is their only fear.
Their DNA drips with greed.


[chorus]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background chanted] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background chanted] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background chanted] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!


[solo: guitar]


[ chorus ]
Remember!  There's strength in masses!
[background yelled] No Kings!

This king is fake! tarnished bronze!
[background yelled] No Kings!

Eliminate!  right-wing fascists!
[background yelled] No Kings!

We are America's pawns!  America's pawns!

[all yell] No Kings!

Words written by Roger L. Smith
Music & Vocals by Suno.com

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

America's Pawns (No Kings)

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