valle

bruma

Re-Ex findings January-25

Ladat’s Support Jan’25 vol.1

Re-Extase 10

Red Dust Inn

Pissing in the Sink - Single by Turbo-Laser

Pissing In The Sink

MIDWEST GANG

Gallows

Odd melody.  Unusual chords. Strange lyrics. I tried to turn this into a song but it didn't want to go. Until it did.

Lyrics:
I’ll be there when you need me
I’ll be there at the source
Of strength and hope in the face
Of deep sorrow and remorse
I’ll be there in those moments
When all you feel is pain
And even if I’ve been before
I’ll return again

When the day is getting darker
And all there is is night
When the ground starts to shaking
And the others all take flight
And the storm all engulfing
Saps your strength with its might
If you think you know who’s with you
You just might be right

You're a part of everyone
We're all a part of you
No one is ever quite alone
I think you know that's true
You have no need of magic
Or supernatural beings
You and I we are alone here
You and I will share the dream

When you and I learn things
How the world is full of pain
How injustice and violence
Are enacted in our name
We can draw upon each others strength
And let our voice ring clear
With our brothers and our sisters
We can’t be stopped by fear

And if you ever doubt
That you can do great things
Just remember what I told you
In the early days of spring
Together we are who we are
Together we’ll be there
And if you ever doubt it just remember
I’ll be there

I'll Be There

Bad Start To The Year

Funny Looking Flowers

Uneasy (2024 Master)

Uneasy

Stare at a half-frozen lake for two weeks waiting on snow, and this is what happens

Lakeside Loony

Just pain with no feeling
The web you spun to pull me in
Just lies, ambitions
Fuck over everyone to win

Just give me a reason
To cut you from my life
Just give me a reason
To feel me drive the knife

It's clear manipulation
The game you played right from the start
Too late, situation
Is fucking tearing us apart

Just Give Me A Reason

Somewhere out there you can hear them, the velvety echoes.

Velvet Echoes

A Good Lie

HAY SOL EN EL DESIERTO 

https://youtu.be/VNR5wlM59q4

"Vea que yo soy de Tlanchinol,
ahí yo me amarrarro, me sacarro, 
ellos, ellos, 
vea que yo voy a cambiar así na'
con mis zapatos de México, na'má". 

Es ayer, era hoy,
alumbrasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, hay sol en el desierto.

Será ayer, fue mañana,
arrancasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, cactus en el desierto.

No es ayer, no era hoy,
ausentasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, hay sol en el desierto.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hay sol en el desierto

Fire Water

Website

First recorded in December 2022.
From the album Salt.

It's a song where I asked myself "what would it be like to live in a lighthouse?".

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Avoidance, takes its toll.
Never minding, any goals.
Always hiding, in your hole.
Never binding, to the whole.

A table, spread to eat,
A window, to the sea,
A white wall, not complete.
Nor flower, nor a tree.

A sunset, or a wave.
A shipwreck, for a grave.
A whale's song, in your head.
A lonely, tourniquet.

An old hat, on the peg.
A corner, for your bed.
A lamp light, shining free.
A collector of memories.

The freedom, you can't see.
Imposing, you can't be.
Not needed, obsolete.
Automaton, left replete.

A lighthouse, all alone.
The raging sea, down below.
Piercing, through your heart.
A lamp light, through the dark.


Lighthouses [2024 Remaster]

this is a new track recorded, recorded in november 2024.
the song title and the cover artwork are oc sarcastic but accurate for what might be in front of millions.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/the-enemy-from-within

"the enemy from within"
"the enemy from within"
their "enemy" from within:
- women, fathers, children

pro-life now means 
that mothers die
they have turned the truth around
my friend

the orange man is back again
good people will run for shelter

their enemy from within ?
women , fathers children

pro-life now means that 
mothers die
they have turned the truth around 
my friend

the orange man is back again
good folks will run for shelter

the "enemy" from within

Given Time

Dirt off your shoulder flip

A thumping, harmony-laden indie/alt rock tune reminiscent of Polyphonic Spree and Arcade Fire. An alternate lead vocal weaves through the bridge as the song builds from bare bones to a layered crescendo, before settling into an intimate outro of piano and intertwined voices.

The reason

TKTLBR - Going To Be (Ext. Version) WIP

Feel free to share, like, love or hate it! 



TKTLBR - Going To Be (Ext. Version)

[Lyrics]

fuck a job 
fuck a cop 
fuck everyone 
fuck a job 
fuck a cop 
fuck everyone 

fuck the school 
fuck bein cool 
they dont like you anyways 
your not the fool 
just dont be their tool 
your my favorite jewel 

meet me by the pool

i cant keep on lying i need amour now 
i dont 
dont want to leave this room 
i dont know where to 
from here im falling out

falling... 

down.. 

fuck a job 
fuck a cop 
fuck everyone 
fuck a job 
fuck a cop 
fuck everyone 
fuck everyone 

fuck everyone


life is moving at 3x times speed right now 
it wont slow down 
like a mary go round 

like a mary go round

FUCK


i keep falling down because i wont let it, all da way out 
its because i dont know how 
i keep falling down 
but i wont give it up now we almost got fuckin crowns 
turn that frown upside down 
im not playin hear my sound

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FUCK

F*CK (PROD. NARXI)

Keep That Feeling

Haircut

Cold Cupid

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"Fall to the Inferno" is a raw descent into the burning heart of inner collapse.
Produced by EileenNoise, this track blends grunge grit with haunting melody.
With Sophie Ellison on vocals and guitar, her voice bleeds emotion — fierce, broken, unforgettable.

Distorted guitars, infernal imagery, and lyrics like ash on skin:
for those who’ve touched the darkness… and stayed a while.

🎧 Turn it up. Feel the fall.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

[Verse]
I climbed the ladder it burned my hands
Ashes rained like a blackened sand
The air was thick it cut my throat
Choking on the fire that hope once wrote

[Chorus]
Fall fall to the inferno
No escape no tomorrow
Fall fall to the inferno
Where the flames swallow sorrow

[Verse 2]
The ground it split a molten grin
Pulled me down to the depths within
Screams like echoes in a broken shell
Heaven slammed its door welcome to hell

[Prechorus]
The shadows laughed they know my name
No one left to share the blame

[Chorus]
Fall fall to the inferno
No escape no tomorrow
Fall fall to the inferno
Where the flames swallow sorrow

[Bridge]
Red rivers run where dreams decay
Time melts like wax drips away
The devil hums a lullaby
And I can't scream I can't cry

Fall to the inferno

I lean over that old wishing well
moss-cold stone beneath my palm
whispering into its watery hush:
Please... show me how to burn bright in ash
I plead. I argue. I gasp. I hurl coins
they clink down unseen shafts
the well returns only cavernous void

"Dear Applicant
Thank you for your submission. 
After thorough consideration, 
we find it does not align with our needs. 
We welcome future inquiries"

That "we find"-a pebble skipped at my core
rippling doubt in widening circles
I press my ear to slick brick
straining for the promise it never breathed

I bend to that moss--rimmed stone
Pour trembling words:
I love you more than my anything
More than life
More than math
More than the falling snow on Christmas Eve
Coins of my soul dropped in
they sink into silent depths

"Dear Honey
I cherish your warmth
But I can't return it
It's not you, it's me"

I kneel again at that moss-rimmed mouth
voice trembling as I pour every fractured refrain:
This is my confession, 
my code, my blood in sound
take it, well, and let me rise
I belt each line like a prayer
spill my marrow into shadowed depths
then wait for the echo's promise

"Dear Bard,
We acknowledge receipt of your composition. 
Regrettably, it falls outside our scope. 
We wish you success elsewhere."

Given Time

Rob Fletcher