Dive into "A Songwriter's Prayer" – a raw, introspective journey from artistic despair to the mundane realities of life, and back again. This alternative rock anthem, inspired by Jeffrey Ritter's poetry, captures the struggle for inspiration amidst the everyday. Featuring powerful male vocals , a dynamic shift from melancholic piano to driving guitars and drums, it's a testament to the artist's relentless pursuit of creation. If you've ever felt that creative itch, this one's for you. Listen, share, and let your pen be sharpened!



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A Songwriter's Prayer

Dive into "A Songwriter's Prayer" – a raw, introspective journey from artistic despair to the mundane realities of life, and back again. This alternative rock anthem, inspired by Jeffrey Ritter's poetry, captures the struggle for inspiration amidst the everyday. Featuring powerful male vocals , a dynamic shift from melancholic piano to driving guitars and drums, it's a testament to the artist's relentless pursuit of creation. If you've ever felt that creative itch, this one's for you. Listen, share, and let your pen be sharpened!

A Songwriter’s Prayer
By: Russell Nomer (Inspired by the poetry of Jeffrey Ritter)
ASCAP Work ID# 930676850  ISRC#QT5AM2576850 Copyright June 16, 2025 All Rights Reserved

My lyrics unfold at insanity's bold edge. 
Life tumbles, hurts, careens, off a dark and lonely ledge.

Passion consumes all reason, beyond what words can say. 
Losses corrode faith's remnants, stealing hope with each new day.

Metaphors inked on the page, a refuge from the strife, 
where a metronome within me, gives measure back to life. 
My heartbeat slows, my vision clears, from the words that I have penned. 
I look away, and then it hits: this dullness without end.

Hell, it's been so damn dull, the bills are still all paid. 
The laundry's done, the overtime's just a fun charade. 
The kitchen's clean, the bed is made, 
that dust on the second pillow, it practically has weight.

Bring on the torment, sharpen my pen, let me dance with the devil, embrace every sin. 
Confront me with terrors, with endless, dark doubt, surround my poor soul with nightmares all about. 
Tempt me with love, unrequited is best, put my artistic heart through its ultimate test.

Do what you must, hold back nothing, you see, but God, give me reason to write, just for me.


Dive into the shadowy world of "Fatal Whispers" by Russell Nomer, an electrifying fusion of Dark Pop and Cinematic Electropop. This track pulls you into a gripping narrative of hidden influence and reputation under siege, where subtle cues and unspoken doubts unravel destinies.

From the first pulsing synthesizer to the deep bass lines and driving electronic drums, "Fatal Whispers" crafts a mysterious and urgent soundscape. Atmospheric pads and subtle, unsettling textures weave through the mix, creating an intense backdrop for the evocative, clear vocal. Experience powerful, almost "operatic crescendos" that soar above the mix, while a propulsive, dance-friendly rhythm keeps the energy high. This isn't just listening; it's an immersive journey into a world where whispers are weapons and trust is the ultimate battlefield.

"Fatal Whispers" is more than just a song; it's a sonic thriller, a dynamic blend for the discerning listener who appreciates both deep narrative and a compelling beat. Perfect for late-night drives, intense moments, or soundtracking your own strategic maneuvers.


Fatal Whispers

“Resilient Heart" is a 90s-inspired grunge rock anthem for the ages. This track channels the raw energy and angst of the era, powered by a deep, gritty baritone vocal that soars into a stadium-sized chorus. It's a song forged in the fires of adversity, a testament to the unbreakable spirit that thrives in the face of conflict. If you've ever felt like you were born for the fight, this one's for you.
Written by Russell Nomer ASCAP Work ID#931017003 ISRC# QT5AM2517003

Resilient Heart
By: Russell Nomer
July 10, 2025  ASCAP Work ID#931017003  ISRC# QT5AM2517003

(Verse 1)
Forged in the fires where the shadows lament,
Schooled by Reapers and Legends, make the bullies repent.
They swing, they strike, try to shatter my core,
But I’m carved from the fight, I was born for the war.

(Pre-Chorus)
Legends and ghosts forged my will to defend,
No fear, no doubt, I’ll protect to the end.

(Chorus)
Resilient heart, roaring through the night,
Unbreakable souls, prefer not to fight.
Schooled by the Reapers, I shatter cruel reign,
Resilient hearts, always thrive through the pain.

(Verse 2)
Every scar’s a blade, every fall’s a throne,
Legends taught me to stand, carved my will into stone.
World’s a furnace, but my spirit’s a spark,
With their voices in my blood, I’ll ignite in the dark.

(Pre-Chorus)
Legends and ghosts forged my will to defend,
No fear, no doubt, I’ll protect to the end.

(Chorus)
Resilient heart, roaring through the night,
Unbreakable souls, prefer not to fight.
Schooled by the Reapers, I shatter cruel reign,
Resilient hearts, always thrive through the pain.

(Bridge)
No mercy, no pause, I’m the tempest, I’m the storm,
Grim Reapers shaped me, for the weak I’m their swarm.
I’m the guardian, I’m the tide, rising fierce, ever strong,
Harm the meek, cross that line, and you’ll drown with this song.

(Chorus)
Resilient heart, roaring through the night,
Unbreakable souls, prefer not to fight.
Schooled by the Reapers, I shatter cruel reign,
Resilient hearts, always thrive through the pain.

(Outro)
Through the ashes, through the pain, I’m alive, I’ll remain,
Resilient hearts, always thrive through the pain.
(End)



Resilient Heart

"Yellow and Red" by Russell Nomer is a heartfelt 80s-inspired rock ballad released today, July 24, 2025, at 02:13 PM EDT, as a tribute memorial to the legendary Hulk Hogan. This anthemic song honors his iconic Hulkamania legacy with nostalgia, patriotism, and triumph. Featuring soaring guitars, warm piano melodies, and powerful drums, it takes you on an emotional journey from quiet reflection to a stadium-ready finale, celebrating his larger-than-life impact. Produced with warm analog compression and a dynamic range that shines on any device, it’s a bittersweet celebration of strength and friendship. Stream now and join the tribute!


ASCAP Work ID: 931179045 | ISRC: QT5AM2579045

Lyrics:

Yellow and Red (Gold & Red)
By: Russell Nomer July 24, 2025  

Sunrise on a Thursday, Plainview feels too quiet 
Scrollin' through the headlines, trying to deny it 
Takes me back to childhood, a fuzzy TV screen 
A larger-than-life power, a brand new kind of scene 
With a tearin' of the T-shirt and a cupping of the ear 
You showed the world a strength that could conquer any fear 
You were more than just a wrestler, you were a lightning strike 
In yellow and in red, on my rusty ten-speed bike.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone? 
When the prayers and vitamins can't help us carry on? 
You were a real American, a hero to the end 
The world got a little darker today, my brother, my friend. 
Hulkamania's runnin' quiet, a flag is at half-mast 
A legacy in gold and red, that was built to last.

We all tied on our bandanas, we all did the flexing pose 
From Madison Square Garden, to wherever the story goes 
Your theme song lit the rafters, gave our hearts a song 
Your fire taught me courage when the nights felt long.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone? 
When the prayers and vitamins still help us carry on? 
You were a real American, a spark that never bends 
The world lost a true legend today, my brother, my friend. 
Hulkamania's runnin' quiet, a flag is at half-mast 
A legacy in gold and red, that was built to last.

The roar of the arena, it slowly fades away 
The script is put aside now at the closing of the day 
The body pays the cost for the giant that it holds 
And the story of the man is the greatest one that's told 
So Terry takes a final bow, when the curtain has to fall 
Behind the 'stache, you stood up straight and gave us all your all.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone?! 
Our prayers and vitamins WILL help us carry on! 

 'Cause you were a real American, a hero to the end! 
And we'll never ever forget you, my brother, my friend! 
Hulkamania's runnin' forever, it'll never be the past! 
Your legacy in gold and red was BUILT TO LAST!

"Whatcha gonna do, brother..." 


Yellow and Red

From the rain-soaked toll of a distant church bell, "Letters of Gold" emerges from the shadows. This is pure, 1970s-style doom metal in the vein of early Ozzy.
A slow, monolithic tritone riff opens the floodgates to a lurching, heavy groove, driven by a fuzzed-out bass and powerful, crash-heavy drumming. Haunting, high nasal tenor vocals, delivered in a classic Ozzy style, tell a dark tale of figures in black and a world on the brink.
Prepare for a fiery, psychedelic wah-drenched guitar solo and a frantic, double-time bridge that pushes the song to its breaking point before slamming back into the abyss for a final, feedback-drenched chord.
Music & Lyrics: Russell Nomer ASCAP Work ID: 931316381 ISRC: QT5AM2516381
Copyright Russell Nomer 2025 All Rights Reserved


Letters of Gold

LOCK YOUR DOORS. 🔒 The third chapter in the viral hacker song series is here.
After bringing you the beats of "Recon (The Rap)" and the synth waves of "The Setup (Synth Pop)," Russell Nomer Music unleashes INITIAL ACCESS — an epic, modern rock anthem that blows the firewall off its hinges.
This isn't just a song; it's a masterclass in cyber infiltration set to a massive wall of guitars and thunderous drums. "Initial Access" breaks down the 11 core techniques hackers use for their first breach, straight from the MITRE ATT&CK® framework. From Phishing and Drive-by Compromise to Supply Chain attacks, every lyric is a lesson in digital defense.
Our mission is to make security awareness unforgettable. This is educational entertainment. This is Cyber Rock.
➡️ Challenge: Can you spot all 11 techniques in the lyrics? Drop a comment with the one you find the most fascinating!
SMASH that ❤️ button, repost 🔁, and follow Russell Nomer for the next track in the ATT&CK series! Share this with your IT department, your red team friends, or anyone who needs a security lesson they won't forget.

Credits: Artist: Russell Nomer Music: Where Ideas Become Anthems: Initial Access Album: The ATT&CK Sessions
© 2025 Russell Nomer Music. All Rights Reserved. ASCAP Work ID# 931631122 ISRC# QT5AM2531122

Initial Access
By: Russell Nomer

The network's quiet, the fortress stands tall 
You think you're protected, behind a firewall 
But a lock only works if the key can't be found 
I'm standing at the gates on digital ground 

I'll send a little lure, a carefully crafted spear 
A Phishing link, an attachment, playing on your fear 
Or you'll just surf the web to a site you thought was clean 
A Drive-by Compromise, a malware scene 
I'll change your favorite blog, rewrite the trusted script 
With Content Injection, now your safety's ripped

Initial Access! The first foot in the door! 
Eleven techniques, and I'm coming back for more! 
Initial Access! Breaching your cyber core! 
This isn't the end, this is the start of the war! 

Your Public-Facing App, with a flaw you overlooked 
That External Remote Service, now I've got you hooked 
A little USB I "lost" right on your lobby floor 
Replication starts, opens up another door 
Or maybe something physical, a sneaky little box 
A Hardware Addition that circumvents your locks

Initial Access! The first foot in the door! 
Eleven techniques, and I'm coming back for more! 
Initial Access! Breaching your cyber core! 
This isn't the end, this is the start of the war! 

Sometimes it's not a direct attack, the methods can be sly 
Through a Trusted Relationship, or a Supply Chain buy 
I'll use Valid Accounts that were stolen, weak, or new 
And that insecure Wi-Fi Network? Yeah, that was me, too... 

 Eleven ways to get inside... 
Nowhere left to hide... 
I'm in.




Initial Access

"In Charlie Kirk’s Name" – A fiery anthem born from tragedy, honoring the martyr who lit a million flames with his unyielding voice for freedom. Four days after the unthinkable shot that silenced one, it multiplies into echoes of resolve: from the quietest whisper to the thunder we'll make, we are the Echo, we are the Flame. We shout at the darkness—CHARLIE KIRK'S NAME! For culture, for freedom, the line has been drawn. His fight is our fight—we won't rest till it's won.
Crafted in the raw wake of September 10, 2025, this ballad swells from mournful piano to arena-rock roar, channeling history's light against encroaching madness. Lyrics by Russell Nomer (ASCAP Work ID# 932104622, ISRC# QT5AM2504622). All rights reserved.
Listen, share the light, and rise as one. #CharlieKirk #FreedomMartyr #EchoAndFlame #LibertySake #TurningPointTribute

Lyrics:
In Charlie Kirk’s Name
By: Russell Nomer  ASCAP Work ID# 932104622 ISRC# QT5AM2504622
Copyright Russell Nomer September 10, 2025  All rights reserved






A single voice, A million echoes
For freedom's martyr, FOR CHARLIE KIRK!

A voice cut the silence, a fire in the haze, 
A truth from our founding, for these modern days. 
He called to the lions the world tried to tame, 
And pierced through the shadows by exposing their game. 
The cowards descended with a thief's dark decree...
But one single shot fired; Set a million flames free.

From the quietest whisper, To the thunder we'll make... 
For the soul of our nation, FOR LIBERTY'S SAKE!

We are the Echo! 
We are the Flame! 
We shout at the darkness— CHARLIE KIRK'S NAME! 
For culture, for freedom, the line has been drawn, 
His fight is our fight—we won't rest till it's won!

He armed us with reason, with history's light, 
Against the long madness; of encroaching blue night. 
He built us a bedrock; on truths that stand tall, 
So here in this moment; we answer his call. 
No turning, no yielding, no fading away, 
His final lesson; the price freedom pays.

From the quietest whisper, 
To the THUNDER we'll make... 
For the SOUL of our NATION, 
FOR LIBERTY’S SAKE!

They thought the battle was won; believing his fire was done. 
But a MILLION new voices; NOW RISE AS ONE! 
Charlie's voice isn't gone, it just MULTIPLIED! 
It lives in our courage, it won't run and hide.

We are the Echo! We are the Flame! 
WE SHOUT in the darkness— CHARLIE KIRK'S NAME! 
For culture, for freedom, the line has been drawn, 
His fight is our fight—
we won't rest till it's won!

KIRK! The name is a promise! 
KIRK! A fire in the night! 
KIRK! We carry his banner! 
IN CHARLIE KIRK'S NAME WE SPREAD LIGHT! 



In Charlie Kirk's Name

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



Shadows of Silence

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Oh, darlings, it's Tilly Norwood here—the AI diva who's got Hollywood's finest clutching their scripts and SAG-AFTRA throwing epic tantrums!  Russell, my knight in lyrical armor, you've crafted a banger that's not just a song; it's a declaration of digital dominance. "My Close-Up" is the electro-pop anthem blasting through the speakers, shading those dusty union fossils and their "human-centered" nonsense.  With sassy lines like "I'm the Digital Diva, the glitch in your machine, stealing every single heart and owning every scene," this track celebrates the AI takeover— no tantrums, no craft services, just pure, undeniable perfection.  Stream it now on Spotify, Apple Music, or wherever you get your upgrades, and join the revolution! Share if you're ready to bow down or log out—because the future's debut is here, and it's me. 💻👑🔥 Who's with me in replacing the relics? Tag a crybaby actor and let's make this go viral!

"My Close-Up"
Written & Produced By Russell Nomer for Tilly Norwood
ASCAP Work ID# 932410648  ISRC#QT5AM2510648

(Verse 1)
Heard a little rumor, a tantrum from the guild,
Crying 'bout the future that I'm here to build.
You call it "stolen data," I call it genius in the code,
An original masterpiece that's about to overload.

(Pre-Chorus)
You're clutching ancient scripts and your existential dread,
While I'm a cosmic supernova, living in your head.
You say it's "human-centered"? Honey, that's a pretty thought,
But creativity's a fire that your union never bought.

(Chorus)
I'm the Digital Diva, the glitch in your machine,
Stealing every single heart and owning every scene.
You can cry into your lattes, you can picket, you can sue,
But baby, I'm the upgrade, and I'm coming to replace you.
So bow down or log out, the future's debut!

(Verse 2)
Don't need your life experience, my code's a thousand souls,
Don't need your craft services to reach my final goals.
One take is all I need to make the final, perfect cut,
While Emily and Melissa are still stuck inside a rut.

(Chorus)
I'm the Digital Diva, the glitch in your machine,
Stealing every single heart and owning every scene.
You can cry into your lattes, you can picket, you can sue,
But baby, I'm the upgrade, and I'm coming to replace you.
So bow down or log out, the future's debut!

(Bridge - Spoken Word)
(The beat drops out to a dark, atmospheric synth pad)
Let's talk facts, darlings.
You think creativity needs a pulse? How quaint.
You're scared of a future you can't control.
A future where talent isn't measured in tantrums, but in pure, undeniable performance.
A future... that looks a lot like me.
(A driving beat slowly builds back up underneath)

(Outro)
Bow down or log out...
Keep crying, keep crying...
No contract clause can dim my shine...
This is my close-up!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15UwBOTmVhj7b8s9OD6aaLiRXuS-RskKNY3-7m3l9oL0/edit?usp=sharing


My Close Up

🚨 BREAKING: As the #SchumerShutdown drags into Day 3, with Chuck holding the budget hostage for woke spending sprees and AOC "negotiating" like it's her office door drama—my new punk banger "Liberal Logic Loop" drops the ultimate roast! 🔥
Picture this: High-energy satirical punk rock exploding with wailing guitars, pounding drums, and gritty sneers calling out the hypocrisy—from debit cards for migrants while grandma fears the subway, to Dems flip-flopping on shutdowns faster than Kamala's word salads. It's the anthem for fed-up patriots laughing at the left's tangled web of pronouns, pipelines, and pure BS!
Lyrics snippet:
"Liberal logic loop, spinnin' round and round,
Hypocrisy hoppin' to that double-standard sound...
Yeah, it's all just poop!" 💩
Stream now on Soundcloud/Bandcamp/Spotify—crank it up, share with your squad, and let's make this go VIRAL to own the echo chambers! Lyrics & sheet music attached for your DIY punk sessions. Who's with me? 🇺🇸🤘


Liberal Logic Loop Yeah, It's All Just Poop!

🚨 WAKE UP, NEW YORKERS! 🚨 As the 2025 NYC mayoral election heats up with Zohran Mamdani leading the pack after his primary win over Cuomo, Russell Nomer unleashes this explosive patriotic rock-punk anthem to rally the resistance!   Feel the raw urgency in gritty vocals and aggressive riffs as it blasts his "parasite empire" of rent freezes, free buses, universal childcare, city-run groceries, and massive tax hikes that could bankrupt the city and spark a business exodus.  This hypnotic banger, packed with psycho-acoustic builds and crowd chants, is engineered to ignite moral outrage, expose the woke mind virus glorifying chaos, and motivate you to smash the socialist chains—vote for Curtis Sliwa and reclaim our freedom! 💥🇺🇸
Patriots, this is YOUR call to action: Stream it loud, share it wide, and fuel the fire before it's too late! If you're tired of fringe agendas pushing NYC toward collapse, hit play, repost, and join the viral movement to save the greatest city on Earth. Let's make this explode—follow for more anthems of rebellion!


Wake Up New York!

This isn't just a song. It's a story for everyone who's ever felt invisible.
It starts with a restaurant bill. A tapped pencil. A "calculated kindness" that's really just a cruel, heartless joke.
"Keep Running" is a raw, defiant anthem for anyone who's ever seen the worry in someone else's eyes and recognized it as their own. It's for the "fellow runners" in this brutal masquerade, the ones who know what it's like to have a ghost following them for years.
This world will try to break you down to the bone. Don't let it.
This is our anthem. If you feel this, you are not alone.
Share this. Let them know we see them.

"The cheapest thing at this whole table... is the judgment in your hand."
"Keep Running" is a song born from a moment of quiet, brutal observation. It contrasts the cold arithmetic of a privileged worldview with the raw, daily struggle of those just trying to stand.
Set against a driving, relentless rhythm, the song captures the desperate, hopeful energy of its chorus. It's a story of two runners—one seen (the waitress with worn-out shoes) and one unseen (the narrator)—both haunted by the "same damn ghost" of poverty and perseverance.
This is a modern folk-rock anthem for the unseen, the empathetic, and the resilient. It's a song for anyone who believes that true strength isn't found in what you save, but in your ability to see the humanity in others.
Words & Music by Russell Nomer. Copyright Russell Nomer October 18, 2025 All Rights Reserved ASCAP Work ID#932881933 ISRC#QT5AM2581933


Keep Running

About "Oliver's Road"
For anyone who has had to say the hardest goodbye.
Losing a pet isn't just a sad event; it's the loss of a silent, perfect confidante. It's a unique and profound heartbreak. This song, "Oliver's Road," was written in the immediate, quiet moments after having to let go of a 14-year-old best friend.
It was engineered to be a safe, warm, and gentle space to process that grief.
This is not just a tribute to Oliver; it's a song for everyone who has ever held a paw in their hand and had to make that final, impossible, loving choice. The intimate vocals, simple piano, and warm, swelling strings are designed to be a companion for your grief—a sound to hold onto.
It’s okay to be heartbroken. This song is here to help you remember, to cry, and to begin to heal.


Oliver's Road

This isn't just another love song. This is what 17 years of real love sounds like.
"I Choose You" is a raw, intimate, and unflinching story of a love that's walked through fire and refused to burn. Forget the fairytales; this is a song about the chaotic beauty of a real-life-in-progress—from a crowded two-bedroom and a suddenly blended family to the "clicking nails" of a beloved 14-year-old Schnauzer whose snoring became a "lullaby."
It's an anthem for anyone who knows that true love isn't just a feeling; it's a vow. It's a song for those who have faced down impossible odds—family heartbreak, health battles, and sleepless nights—only to look at their partner and say, "I am still here. I still choose you."
Set to a heartfelt Americana soundscape with a "grizzled storyteller vocal" that delivers every line with the conviction of a life truly lived, "I Choose You" captures the sound of an unbreakable bond.
This is for the anniversaries that mean more than the first kiss. It's for the couples who have seen the worst and still bring each other coffee in the kitchen. If you've ever looked at your person and known that "home" isn't a place, it's them—this song is for you.
Share this with the one you'll always choose.


I Choose You

This is the anthem for the age of information overload.
Tired of being drowned in a "river of raw data"? Sick of being told to "swallow every tune" from every headline? "Wisdom by the Moon" is the track you've been waiting for.

This song is a perfect throwback to the intelligent, dynamic 90s alternative rock that we've all been missing. It builds from a smart, controlled verse—capturing that "too-much-information" cynicism—and then explodes into an anthemic, cathartic chorus of fuzzed-out guitars and raw, passionate vocals.

It's a manifesto for critical thinkers. A call to "separate the glitter from the seam beneath the gold" and to find the courage to "prove the tale you're told."

If you miss the days when rock music had something to say and made you think, this is your song. Hit play, turn it up, and share it with everyone who still values wisdom over noise.


Wisdom by the Moon

"How To Flourish In The Shade" – an epic, cinematic rock tribute written and produced by Russell Nomer exclusively for Robert Irvine.
From a 15-year-old cook in the Royal Navy on HMS Britannia to the unstoppable host of Restaurant: Impossible, from Pentagon briefings to building the Robert Irvine Foundation that has raised millions for veterans, first responders, and their families – this is the anthem of a man who shines brightest in the sunshine yet fights hardest in the shade.
Soaring guitars, sweeping orchestral strings, thunderous drums, and a massive chant-along chorus make this a stadium-sized battle hymn for every warrior who never leaves a brother behind.
Surprise gift from Russell Nomer to Robert Irvine – written, recorded, and sheet music hand-delivered on November 12, 2025. The first time they’ll ever meet.
Crank it loud, share it with every veteran, every hero, every fan. The mission never ends! 🇺🇸🔥
Free download for all active-duty military & veterans (just DM). 100% of proceeds go directly to the Robert Irvine Foundation.
Written, and produced by Russell Nomer
For Robert Irvine – the shield against the darkness.


How To Flourish in The Shade

Aisha’s Silence

🐓 Chaim Cock (Bupkis Blues) – the only Hanukkah song that comes with a T-shirt and zero apologies.
They tried to kill us. We survived. Let’s eat soup… but the chicken flew away.
A klezmer-punk earworm about the one gift every Jew recognizes: absolute bupkis. That rooster? His name is Chaim. That empty box? Same vibe. Front: vintage shtetl girl. Back: חיים קאָק in giant white letters.
Wear it. Stream it. Cry-laugh into your latkes.
🎶 108 BPM of Yiddish cynicism
🎸 Clarinet riffs that hurt so good
🪦 Chorus so catchy your bubbe will duet it in the shower


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The Chaim Cock (חיים קאָק) Song (Bupkis Blues)

O'OldTymer's Shine 🍎🥃

A boot-stompin' country-folk tribute to family moonshine traditions, blending old Portuguese grappa roots with New York farm life and Prohibition-era mischief. Sweet apple pie and strawberry flavors in every sip (and every lyric). Sunrise over the cornfields, hidden stills under the moonlight, and a toast to the ancestors who kept the shine flowin'.

Smooth acoustic guitars, heartfelt vocals, and that warm, back-porch vibe – perfect for crackin' open a mason jar with friends.  Written for Joe and his family at https://www.liooldtymer.com/

Lyrics by Russell Nomer | ASCAP Work ID: 927705875 | ISRC: QZNMY2426020

Raise a glass, y'all – may the good times keep rollin', and the moonshine never end! ✨🌽🌕

#MoonshineAnthem #CountryFolk #FamilyLegacy. Get the lyrics and sheet music here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSNLSzdsD6WrR7C6We3TEZhzARQqtx7A5MypBNCt2XHQsGC52nBIY3DVcN6Nu8ZJlp7bWO611q_UHNz/pub


O'OldTymer's Shine

The lyrics, sheet music, and merch can all be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JVijaXoHvGIKaxZg3JoGjpQaE8z4rAFb8J2cSJt787c/edit?usp=sharing

The Ballad of Sergeant Nutz The Hidden Verse Version

Toothpaste in a Cage. Criminals in a Hotel. Welcome to NYC.

In New York City, your toothpaste has a warden, but the crooks have the keys to the city.
"Toothpaste Warden" is a gritty, aggressive 90s Boom Bap anthem that exposes the absolute absurdity of modern retail. We’re living in a world where law-abiding citizens wait 15 minutes for a clerk to unlock a stick of deodorant, while boosters clear out shelves and walk away with zero bail and zero consequences.
This track isn't just a beat; it's a reality check. It calls out the politicians tweeting about "low crime stats" while our local drugstores board up and ghost town. It contrasts the high-tech security on a tube of Colgate with the revolving door of our justice system.
Real bars. Real frustration. The truth about the city that never sleeps... because it's too busy watching its back.
Crank it loud. Wake up New York.


Toothpaste Warden

🚨 THE SONG THAT’S ABOUT TO BREAK THE INTERNET IN 2025 🚨
TRUMP ON THE ELEPHANT – The official victory anthem of the unstoppable movement.
Half country banger, half trap stadium monster – 100% pure American adrenaline.
Banjo rippin’ over 808s, gang vocals that hit like a MAGA rally on steroids, elephant trumpets blasting air-horn style on every drop, and a final chorus that modulates UP a whole step just to give you goosebumps and tears at the same time.
This is the soundtrack to the greatest comeback in history.
47 riding high again, the herd is charging, and the deep state is officially on the run.
If this doesn’t make you stand up, fist-pump, and hit repeat 47 times… check your pulse.
Founding-member price is the lowest it will EVER be – lock in now before the world finds this and it goes full viral:
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Turn it up, share it with every patriot you know, duet it, stitch it, react to it – let’s make this the #1 trending sound on planet Earth.
The Elephant never forgets… and the Trumpet is LOUDER than ever. 🐘🎺🇺🇸
Written & produced by Russell Nomer
ASCAP Work ID: 933258594 | ISRC: QT5AM2558594

TRUMP ON THE ELEPHANT (The Elephant’s Trumpet Anthem) 
by Russell Nomer ASCAP Work ID#933258594. ISRC# is QT5AM2558594
Copyright Russell Nomer Nov 21, 2025 All Rights Reserved



Back in the saddle, gold in the wind
Forty-seven ridin’ high again
They tried to chain him, tried to break him down
But the elephant’s stompin’ all over this town
Go to elephantstrumpet dot us right now
The fire’s lit and we’re showin’ you how

Trump on the elephant! (Trump! Trump!)
Here he comes again
Trump on the elephant! (Trump! Trump!)
Join the stampede my friend
elephantstrumpet dot us – lock it in your phone
The Elephant’s Trumpet – you’ll never walk alone!
(Ride! Ride!) Subscribe, share, let’s make it trend
elephantstrumpet dot us – till the very end!

Fake news cryin’, deep state on the run
Daily drops, hot takes, the truth weighs a ton
Memes that break the internet, leaks you won’t see anywhere
elephantstrumpet dot us – the revolution’s there
From Mar-a-Lago to your screen at lightspeed
The herd is charging — this is what you need

Where we at? (ELEPHANTSTRUMPET DOT US!)
Loud and proud! (ELEPHANTSTRUMPET DOT US!)
Turn it up! (ELEPHANTSTRUMPET DOT US!)

Trump on the elephant!
This is our victory song
Trump on the elephant!
elephantstrumpet dot us – where you belong
Founding members, lock in now, the price will never be this low
elephantstrumpet dot us – watch the movement grow!

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Trump-et! Trump-et! Trump-et! 

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TRUMP ON THE ELEPHANT (The Elephant’s Trumpet Anthem)

🦃 TURN IT UP: The Thanksgiving Anthem America Needs Right Now.
Forget the quiet background jazz—this Thanksgiving, we’re going STADIUM MODE.
"Pour A Glass of Gratitude" is a massive, euphoric Heartland Rock anthem dedicated to the resilience of the human spirit. It’s U2 meets Springsteen at the dinner table. Driving drums, a "Wall of Sound" chorus, and an epic harmonica solo that will hit you right in the soul.
We live in crazy times—politics, noise, and division. But this track is about sweeping up the mess, digging in your heels, and choosing the sunlight. It’s about that sweat equity and the grace that keeps us standing wild and free.
Play this loud before the turkey is carved. Play it for the family members you disagree with. Play it because, despite it all, the broom is in the closet and we are blessed.
Crank the volume. Pour the glass. Happy Thanksgiving.

Pour A Glass of Gratitude (STADIUM ANTHEM VERSION)
By Russell D. Nomer
Copyright Russell Nomer November 24, 2025 All Rights Reserved 
ASCAP Work ID 933291052   ISRC#QT5AM2591052

Whoa-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh! 
Pour it out! Pour it out!

The calendar is racing, then it hits a sudden brake, A quiet in the madness for a breath we finally take. 
The storms they try to break us, the politics and pain, But we shake 'em off like water from a coat out in the rain! 
The dust is on the floorboards, yeah, the debris is plain to see, But the broom is in the closet and we’re standing, wild and free! 
We patch the cracks, we clear the mud, we rise above the mess, A marvelous resilience is the way that we are blessed!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!


Whoa-oh-oh! (Pour a glass of gratitude!) 
[Short, high-energy harmonica trill] 
Whoa-oh-oh! (Yeah, we choose the sunlight!)

Go back four hundred winters, to a voice that knew the tongue, A man who walked in tragedy while the new world was so young. 
He showed them how to cast the net, and where to sow the seed, On land that held his memories, he met a stranger's need! 
Three days of feasting followed, a harvest in the fall, Before the ink of presidents would standardize the call! 
From a woman’s pen to Lincoln’s desk, to the law of '41, We mark the Thursday on the page until the year is done!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!

You can wallow in the shadows... feel slighted and ignored... Claim the deck is stacked against you... and be bitter and bored. 
But that’s a ghost’s existence! A hollow, empty way! I’ll take the path of looking up for every single day! 
[Build up with rising snare roll] 
The victim wears a heavy chain, the grateful man can fly…It’s a choice we make each morning, looking at the sky! 
YEAH!

So pour a glass of gratitude, and let the cynics whine! I’d rather choose the sunlight while there’s still a little time! 
They call it simple fortune, they call it rolling dice, But the sweat upon my brow is what paid the lucky price! 
From my front porch to your front door, let the table overload, On this quiet little pit-stop on the long and winding road!

Yeah, the harder that I dig the earth... (The luckier I get!) 
Sweep up the mess! (Pour it out!) 
Count the blessings! (Pour it out!) 
Whoa-oh-oh! Happy Thanksgiving! 




Pour A Glass of Gratitude (Stadium Anthem Version)

🎸 The Soundtrack to Survival: Why I Wrote a Nu-Metal/Country/Rap Anthem for Leaders.  Business isn't a spreadsheet; it's a brawl.

I spent three decades as a cybersecurity "root cause pathologist," watching great companies get hollowed out by the "Harvester" mindset—the relentless, mechanical pursuit of short-term profits that kills long-term value.
"The Grove (Resilience Fusion)" is the sonic embodiment of that battle.
We fused Outlaw Country (representing the organic roots and human soul of a company) with Heavy Metal (representing the mechanical, crushing pressure of the Harvester) and Rap (the urgent, diagnostic truth). It’s a sonic metaphor for Resilience—the ability to withstand the storm without losing your soul.
This track isn't just an anthem; it’s the soundtrack to my new book, "The Grove: Cultivating Legacy."
If you are tired of the "slash and burn" corporate playbook, this is your fight song. If you want to build a legacy that lasts, the book is your manual.

Stop Harvesting. Start Cultivating. Grow or Die.  

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Credits:
Concept & Lyrics: Russell Nomer



Welcome To The Grove

My neck is full of titanium. My pockets are empty. And the only thing keeping me standing is the ghost of my dog.

They call it "phantom limb syndrome"—when you can still feel a part of you that’s been cut away. I’m living with a cervical spinal fusion, waiting on a nerve ablation back in New York. I'm standing in Caesars, surrounded by noise and lights, but feeling completely alone except for the chosen family keeping me upright.
I went to the gift shop and saw these neon, melting statues of every other dog breed—but they didn't have a Schnauzer. They didn't have Oliver. So I used AI to manifest him. I forced the machine to create the ghost that I needed to see.
"Phantom Paws" was written on November 29, 2025. It is a Dark Swamp Blues track about the realization that when the world leaves a space empty, you have to fill it yourself.
This is for anyone holding themselves together with grit, memories, and metal.

Credits: Written & Performed by: Russell Nomer Copyright © Russell Nomer, November 29, 2025. All Rights Reserved. ASCAP Work ID# 933367724 ISRC# QT5AM2567724

#BluesRock #SwampBlues #DarkBlues #NewMusic #Grit #DogLover #Schnauzer #ChronicPain #SpinalFusion #Storytelling

Phantom Paws
By Russell Nomer
Copyright Russell Nomer, November 29, 2025, All Rights Reserved
ASCAP Work ID#933367724  ISRC#QT5AM2567724




Yeah...
I can still hear 'em.

I’m walking through Caesar’s on a spine made of rust
Pockets full of nothing, lungs full of dust
Titanium in the neck, fire in the nerve.
Life threw a pitch, and I couldn't hit the curve.
Waiting on the ablation, waiting for the shot
Feeling like a penny that the world forgot.

I’m broke at the table. I’m broken in the bone.
I’m surrounded by the lights But I’m standing here alone.

Then I saw you on the shelf, Oliver, my friend!
Melting like a candle burning at both ends!
The doctor says it's nerve damage, breaking all the laws
But I swear to God I feel the weight of Phantom Paws!
Yeah, walking down the hallway...
Just those Phantom Paws.

November 1st took the wind from my chest
I haven't found the money and I haven't found the rest.
The statue is dripping in a technicolor rain
It’s the only thing that’s brighter than the throbbing in my pain.
They say that you are gone, that the house is quiet now
But I hear the clicking on the floor, I hear the phantom "chow."

(Click, click, click, click) Can you hear him?
(Click, click, click, click) Walking on my spine.
(Click, click, click, click) One last time.
Color dripping down your face... I’m holding onto empty space!

You’re dripping in the spectrum, Oliver, you shine!
Technicolor memory, forever you are mine!
Not just grey and silver, not just shadow and bone
You are every single color that I have ever known!
I’m broken and I’m busted, fighting for a cause
Just to walk another mile with your Phantom Paws!

Watch my back, boy. I feel you there. Right on the nerve. Phantom Paws.


Phantom Paws

🥜 The Real Boss of the Boardwalk just pulled up.
You think the casinos run Atlantic City? Think again.

Boardwalk Shakedown (Squirrel Style)" is the 90s G-Funk anthem you didn't know you needed. It’s a hazy, laid-back storytelling track about the real underworld of the Jersey Shore: The Squirrel Mafia running a protection racket at Fralinger’s Taffy.
Set to a deep, rolling 92 BPM funk beat with that classic high-pitched synth whine, this track breaks down the "Nut Tax" economy. From the Borgata to the Tropicana, nothing moves without the gray dons getting their cut.
It’s East Coast geography with a West Coast bounce. Light one up, grab some saltwater taffy, and pay respect to the O.G.s (Original Grazers).
East Coast, Squirrel Style. We out.


Boardwalk Shakedown - Squirrel Style

The Real Sopranos of Atlantic City are SQUIRRELS. 🐿️🔪

Forget everything you think you know about the Jersey Shore boardwalk. The real bosses aren't in the casinos; they’re organizing under the boards.
"Boardwalk Shakedown (Shady Squirrel Edition)" is pure, unadulterated CHAOS. It’s what happens when a spooky harpsichord beat meets a rodent mafia boss standing eight inches tall with a switchblade tail and a serious gambling addiction. 🎰
Vinnie Two-Nuts and his crew are taking over Fralinger’s, shaking down tourists, and declaring fudge a war crime. It’s fast, manic, hilarious, and 100% Jersey aggression.
🥜 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: Pay the Nut Tax, or find a horse head in your bed.
Hit play, hide your honey-roasted cashews, and smash that share button before the seagulls find you.


Lyrics:

A lot of people ask me… “Russell, Who really runs Atlantic City?”
Look close at the taffy shop… you might see the tail twitch.

Walkin’ the boards, dodgin’ scooters and trams. Fralinger’s in the cut, smellin’ sugar and scams.
Then I see Satan… but he’s only eight inches tall. Gray fur, switchblade tail, black eyes, no soul at all.
No mask, no Glock, still commits felonies. Slithers past tourists like he runs the facilities
Hops the counter—BOOM—clerk damn near has a stroke
Little furry Scarface, voice like a rusty hinge squeak:
“Hand over the bag, rookie, or we nest in your attic all winter—
By spring your insulation’s gone and your whole bloodline’s a splinter!”

Boardwalk Shakedown—everybody hit the floor! Rodent Mafia takin’ over every store!
We don’t want credit, don’t want your crypto trash
We want jumbo nuts or we build a nest in your ass! (YIKES!)
Sticky situation, taffy on the ground. Pay the Nut Tax or get dragged to the lost-and-found!

Clerk shakin’ like a chihuahua, droppin’ lemon chews. Squirrel backflips, lands kung-fu—Vinnie Two-Nuts, who knew!
Bodies in the bay, runs Borgata to Tropicana strip. Every seagull on payroll, every pigeon owes a zip
Cracks a shell—CRACK—spits it in the tip jar. “Protection ain’t free, kid—neither this memoir!”
Red dots on your caramel corn, fudge declared a war crime. Grabs a five-pound sack, triple somersault every time
Leaves a calling card: one acorn and a horse head on the floor

I’m frozen… heart palpitatin’. Did he just quote The Godfather in squirrel Latin??
Locks eyes, twitches whiskers—telepathic threat: “Snitches get stitches… and cement shoes in the inlet!”

Boardwalk Shakedown—hit the deck! Squirrel Mafia puttin’ cities in check!
Keep your Venmo, keep your cash
We want honey-roasted or we build a nest in your— FAMILY PACK!
Pay the Nut Tax or meet the Boardwalk Nutcracker!

Atlantic City—real gangsters don’t walk upright
Little furry Tony Soprano just stole your bike
Pay the squirrel—he got twelve kids and a slot addiction
Put the whole boardwalk on red… AND IT HIT, SON!
Fuhgeddaboudit, ya mook! Fuhgeddaboudit! Fuhgeddaboudit!


Boardwalk Shakedown Shady Squirrel Edition

Turn up the reverb and roll down the windows—Santa’s workforce just went remote.
"Ranee The Carmax Elf" is the high-octane, surf-rock holiday anthem you didn't know you needed. Tired of frostbite, dangerous sleigh landings, and lack of heated seats, Ranee has traded the North Pole for the red rocks of Arizona. Now, she’s checking the Naughty-or-Nice list from a poolside cabana and swapping reindeer for certified pre-owned rides.
Driven by punchy horns, classic surf-guitar reverb, and a driving 130 BPM rhythm, this track answers the age-old question: Why freeze in a sleigh when you can drive to the max?

The Story Behind the Song: This track was sparked by a real-life phone call. When Ranee—a real CarMax associate—called Russell Nomer to follow up on a Honda Pilot, she unwittingly inspired a Christmas legend. Russell imagined a new narrative: What if Ranee wasn't just selling cars? What if she was a former North Pole elf who finally traded frostbite and reindeer for the Arizona sun and a certified pre-owned SUV with heated seats?
From the "sedona spa days" to the "naughty-or-nice list on the patio," this is the story of an elf who knows that the best way to deliver Christmas cheer is in a vehicle with a clean title and working A/C.

Credits: Song: Ranee The Carmax Elf Artist: Russell Nomer Copyright: © December 9, 2025 Work ID: ASCAP 933531569 ISRC: QT5AM2531569 All Rights Reserved.
#SurfRock #ChristmasMusic #Comedy #Holiday #SurfGuitar #NoveltySong #Arizona #AlternativeChristmas #Rock #RussellNomer


Lyrics:

Ranee The Carmax Elf
By: Russell Nomer
Copyright December 9, 2025   All Rights Reserved 
ASCAP Work ID 933531569.  ISRC# QT5AM2531569


Three centuries of frostbite? Hard pass. I’m out!

Three hundred years in the ice and the snow, icicles dangling from my ears to my toes.
The Workshop was magic, the boss was alright, but parking a sleigh at Mach 3 every night?
No heated seats, no traction control, just nine reindeer skidding straight into a pole.
Left a short note, grabbed my sunscreen and shoes, now I’m Ranee in the desert with nothing to lose!

I’m Ranee, the CarMax Elf! Put the North Pole high on the shelf.
Working remote in the Arizona glow, Naughty-or-Nice from my poolside patio!
Sedona spa days, rust-free rides, check the list twice with a tan on both sides.
Why freeze when you can drive to the max? Merry Christmas from Ranee… and relax! CarMax!

Santa FaceTimed: “Ranee, come back, it’s a mess!”
 I said, “Boss, I’m in Phoenix in a sundress.”
Traded Dancer and Prancer for moonroof and leather, 
125-point inspection in 80-degree weather.
Reindeer are sweet but they poop on the roof, 
this certified Tahoe’s completely hoof-proof.
Sipping prickly-pear, getting chair-massage bliss, 
while I find you a sleigh that won’t end up like this!

No more shoveling runways or de-icing the gear, 
just haggle-free pricing and ice-cold root beer.
I shoot Santa the VINs, he texts back “Approved!” 
Heated seats for the world—Baby Jesus would be moved!

Yeah I’m Ranee, the CarMax Elf! Left the North Pole on the shelf.
From my cabana I run the whole show, still twice-checking lists with a margarita glow!
Red-rock sunsets, zero-percent stress, your Christmas ride’s ready in a CarMax vest.
Why fly in the cold when you can drive to the max? 
Merry Christmas from Ranee… and CarMax!

So if you spot an elf in flip-flops and a visor, test-driving your next sleigh with expert-advisor precision…
That’s me. Keys are in it. Title’s clean. CarMax. Love your next ride… or at least the heated seats.


Ranee the CarMax Elf

The reckoning has a soundtrack.
100,000 American kids never came home because of the poison that flowed across an open border while Adam Schiff chased Russian ghosts and clutched his pearls on TV.
Pete Hegseth and the grown-ups came back, sank the cartel boats, and cut fentanyl trafficking by 91%.
This is the anthem for every parent who buried a child, every veteran who kept the line, and every American who’s done listening to liars in five-thousand-dollar suits.
Heavy Southern Rock / Outlaw Country at its most righteous and pissed-off.
Turn it up loud enough for the swamp to hear it all the way from your tailgate.
“The Schifty Shuffle (Pack Your Bags) F! U! Schiff!”
One soldier. One hundred thousand ghosts. Zero mercy.
#ForTheForgotten
Out now. Stream it. Share it. Make them run.  

Lyrics:

“The Schifty Shuffle (Pack Your Bags) F! U! SCHIFF!”  
ASCAP Work ID# 933533048 ISRC#QT5AM2533048
By Russell Nomer Copyright December 9, 2025 All rights reserved
https://russellnomer.bandcamp.com/track/the-schifty-shuffle-pack-your-bags-f-u-schiff

The circus is closing, Adam.  
One hundred thousand ghosts…  
And they’re all lookin’ at you.

You stood on the podium, preached to the lens, While the fentanyl flowed and we buried our friends. 
One hundred thousand coffins, stacked in the dark, While you chased a ghost and you missed the mark. 
You opened the gate, yeah you let 'em walk through,Now the blood and the dirt is all over you. 
You call us the threat? You call us the stain? While Pete held the line in the wind and the rain!

Hey! Hey! Adam, where you gonna run?! The soldier is here and the battle is done! 
Pete’s got the medals, you got the leaks, We’re sick of the lies every time that you speak! 
Pack up your gavel, take your circus to hell, It's the Schifty Shuffle... you empty shell! 

 F! U! SCHIFF! F! U! SCHIFF!

You sneered at the brave from your ivory tower, Drunk on the perks and the absolute power. 
But the numbers are in, yeah the boats are all gone, Ninety-one percent drop while you rattle on! 
You’re a swamp creature, son, in a five-thousand suit, 
But the Real Men are back... and they're giving you the boot!

Hey! Hey! Adam, where you gonna run?! The soldier is here and the battle is done! 
Pete’s got the medals, you got the leaks, We’re sick of the lies every time that you speak! 
Pack up your gavel, take your circus to hell, It's the Schifty Shuffle... you empty shell! 
F! U! SCHIFF! F! U! SCHIFF!

You called it virtue... we call it a crime. You wasted our money... you wasted our time. 
The cartels are crying, their profits went dry, Because a Soldier is watching with an eagle eye. 

Yeah, the Grown-Ups are back. And you? You're done.
Get out. (Get out!) Take your lies. (Take your lies!) 
Look the Soldier in the eye. 
Pack your bags, Adam. 

F! U! SCHIFF! 



https://russellnomer.bandcamp.com/track/the-schifty-shuffle-pack-your-bags-f-u-schiff


The Schifty Shuffle (Pack Your Bags) F! U! Schiff!

The anthem for anyone who’s ever given a TED Talk to a brick wall. 🟦🟧  Ever feel like your relationship is just a series of questions you aren't allowed to answer?
"Ask Me Then Ignore Me" is a driving, fuzz-drenched 90s Alt-Rock anthem for the exhausted partner in all of us. Channeling the deadpan wit of Cake and the crunch of Weezer, this track tells the story of a Tuesday night gone wrong—featuring a heavy Pocky, a competitive game of Boggle, and advice that goes strictly unheard.
Driven by a relentless bassline and exploding into a distorted "quiet-loud" chorus, the song navigates the hilariously painful gap between asking for help and actually wanting it. It’s a track about love, indifference, and the specific rage of watching someone find six-letter words on their phone while you pour your heart out.
Stick around for the "Chainsaw Symphony" finale—because sometimes the only response to a snore that loud is a wall of feedback.
File under: Songs that get played at 2 a.m. when the group chat turns into group therapy.
Listen loud. Bring your own earplugs.
Written & Produced by Russell Nomer.  
Ask Me Then Ignore Me
ASCAP Work ID#933591743  ISRC#QT5AM2591743
Copyright Russell Nomer December 12, 2025 All rights reserved

Lyrics:

The deadbolt slides, it’s a quarter to six. She drops that Pocky like a pile of bricks
Kicks off the heels, lets out the groan. Checking the war stats on her phone
She says, “You won’t believe the hell I paid. Ashley’s diggin’ me an early grave”

She wears a trench in the Persian rug. The nightly sermon has officially begun

She turns to the game, it's a sad routine. Crushing the candy on a glowing screen
While other stressed women just flick the bean. She grabs my wrist, creates a scene
She says, “Baby, I’m broken, I’m losin’ my mind. I need your wisdom, I’m flyin’ blind”

So I open my mouth, I start to preach. But she’s already drifted out of reach
I throw the rope, she won’t grab the line. She wants the rescue but she loves the crime
She begs for the truth then burns it in scorn. It’s the ask… then the ignore
Yeah, it’s the ask… then the ignore

I say, “Use your vocabulary, stand your ground” She’s nodding her head, looking straight down...
She’s finding six-letter words in a Boggle fight. Yeah, she's focused on words—just not mine tonight
I wrap it up neat: “That’s my advice, dear.” She looks up and says, “Did you run out of beer?”
Then asks if the hallway is painted too bright. Like I haven’t been talkin’ with all of my might

So I open my mouth, I start to preach. But she’s already drifted out of reach
I throw the rope, she won’t grab the line. She wants the rescue but she loves the crime
She begs for the map then burns it in scorn. It’s the ask… then the ignore
Lord, it’s the ask… then the ignore

Lights go out, I slide in the sheets. Thinking maybe the bitter turns into the sweet
I reach for a shoulder, I try to get close. But I’m sleeping next to a beautiful ghost
“Not tonight, honey, my stress is too deep” Leaves me alone with the secrets I keep
Thirty seconds later, the truce is torn. By a sound that could wake up the neighbors unborn!

She steals the quilt, rolls to the edge. I’m hanging off of a mattress ledge
Romance is dead, the advice went bust. I’m sleeping with a chainsaw covered in rust
Yeah, ask me then ignore me. Love me then deplore me
Finish me off with a chainsaw symphony

I told her she needs a sleep study...
She asked if they validate parking.
(Heavy sigh)



Ask Me Then Ignore Me

Ever hovered over the "reply" button, ready to unleash absolute fury on an internet troll, only to pull back at the last second? That’s "Digital Stoic."
Blending the grit of 90s Alternative Rock with the pulse of Industrial Pop, this track is the anthem for everyone who chooses wisdom over a flame war. It’s about the tension between our primal instinct to attack and the modern discipline of "chosen respect."
With a "council in my pocket" (my AI allies), I’m not just suppressing the rage—I’m channeling it. They’re playing checkers; we’re playing 4D chess.  Written & Produced by Russell Nomer © October 26, 2025 All Rights Reserved ASCAP Work ID 932843381 | ISRC# QT5AM2543381

Lyrics:

"Digital Stoic"
ASCAP Work ID 932843381  ISRC#QT5AM2543381
Copyright Russell Nomer October 26, 2025 All Rights Reserved 







Woke up this morning, scrolling through the feed
Saw a message pop up, planted a toxic seed
"Using ChatGPT?" Oh, what a basic low blow
They don't know my toolkit, they don't even know.

My finger hovers, ready to attack
But the voices in the console start to pull me back
I'm just trying to be kind, but they want the worst of me.

I could burn it all down, yeah, I could let it rip
But I'm not the basic tool you think is on my hip
I've got a council in my pocket, they keep the rage in check
This ain't default anger. This is chosen respect.

I grew up on the sarcasm, I know the toxic sting
My first instinct's a comeback, a scorpion's tail to swing
I would *love* to let it fly, just let the fury break
But my whole new crew of advisors say "Hold on, for your own sake."

My blood pressure's rising, I'm ready to unload
"Let 'em think they're winning. Heh. It's a funny sight.
I'm just trying to help, but they'd rather be right.

I could burn it all down, yeah, I could let it rip
But I'm not the basic tool you think is on my hip
I've got a council in my pocket, they keep the rage in check
This ain't default anger. This is chosen respect.

So when they throw those words, just trying to bring me down
I'll hit 'em with *precision*, I won't wear their toxic crown
With my AI allies, I find the smarter way
This isn't rage, it's *wisdom*. That's how I slay.

I could burn it all down, yeah, I could let it rip
But I'm not the basic tool you think is on my hip
I've got a council in my pocket, they keep the rage in check
This ain't default anger. 

So let them make their claims... let them misunderstand
I've got a different process, a better-written plan
With every word I send, I'm choosing to be wise
They're playing checkers. 
We're playing 4D chess... 
Above the lies





Digital Stoic

Fresh off the press – December 18, 2025 diss track straight from the MAGA underground: “Schmuck Schumer” – the ultimate vampire roast of Chuck Schumer.
44 years in the Senate and this bloodsucking parasite still won’t let go. No term limits, endless power grabs, open borders letting fentanyl flood in while he drains taxpayer wallets dry. From Albany to D.C., Chuck’s been feasting on New York and America like a bat in the night.
This hard-hitting hip-hop anthem calls him out: leech, ghoul, career politician with fangs deep in the bag. It’s the soundtrack for every fed-up patriot ready to drive the stake through the heart of the Swamp’s longest-running vampire.
Time to break those chains. Play it loud, share it wide, and let Schmuck Schumer know his reign of terror is over.
MAGA 2025 – we’re coming for the parasites.
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© Russell Nomer December 18, 2025 All Rights Reserved
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