Russell Nomer Music Playlist Updated 9/22/2025

What happens when you plug a 1950s jukebox into a time machine? You get "Rock Around the AI Clock." ⚡️🤖

This is a high-energy sock hop anthem for the digital age. We took the raw, rebellious sound of early rock and roll and infused it with a story about a "silicon brain" that can write killer hooks and turn daydreams into solid rock. It's a sound that's both vintage and futuristic, made for dancing in a library or coding in your garage.

If you've ever felt that spark of a new idea, this one's for you.

Written & Produced by Russell Nomer
ASCAP: 931405932
ISRC: QT5AM2505932

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ck and Roll), niche concept tags (Geek Rock, AI), mood tags (Energetic, Fun), and location tags (Plainview) to capture listeners from multiple discovery paths. This combination ensures you reach both people searching for a specific sound and those curious about the theme.

Rock Around The A.I. Clock

REMEMBER WHEN A SONG COULD SAVE YOUR LIFE? This is that song.  Look at the cover. The pressure, the pain, the silent scream. That is "The Unseen War."
From songwriter Russell Nomer comes an anthem born from a decade of real-life struggle. This isn't a throwback; it's the raw, unapologetic sound of survival, forged in a battle against chronic pain, betrayal, and the kind of despair that leaves scars no one else can see.
"The Unseen War" is a 90s alternative rock anthem in its purest form. A foundation of heavy, grooving guitars and a relentless rhythm section gives way to vocals that bleed with raw honesty, building from a haunted whisper to a cathartic roar. It’s a journey into the abyss—the mirror that shows a stranger, the temptation of a quiet end—and the furious, life-affirming decision to fight back.
This is the sound of staring into the void and screaming "BUT NOT TODAY!"
If you've ever felt alone in your fight, this song is your validation. If you're looking for a reason to keep going, this is your soundtrack.



The Unseen War

This song was born from a 144-year-old mystery.
When I first saw Émile Renouf's 1881 painting, "The Helping Hand," I was struck by a powerful feeling of nostalgia for a memory that wasn't mine. It was a perfect, silent story of guidance, legacy, and the quiet bond between the old and the new. I felt so connected to the artist and his subjects that I had to give their story a voice.
"Helping Hands" is a tribute to that timeless moment—a blend of European folk traditions meant to feel as worldly and warm as the painting itself. A soulful Spanish guitar represents the story's heart, while a wistful French accordion honors the painter's heritage.
This is a song for anyone who has ever been guided by a helping hand, and for anyone who hopes to be one for someone else.


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Helping Hands

"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

His tears were for the cameras. Ours are for a patriot. He gets no sympathy. He gets no mercy. He gets #FJK.

This is the story of two men. One, a patriot named Charlie, who spoke a hard truth and paid for it with his life on our sacred ground. The other, a "teleprompter Judas" named Jimmy, who spat manufactured venom from his late-night throne to blame the innocent for the crime.
This is not a song; it is a receipt. It is a furious, anthemic reckoning for the media serpents who twist tragedy into political propaganda. It’s the moment the check MLK wrote about comes due, and it's being cashed by those who refuse to be silenced.
The hashtag is the banner. #FJK is the answer to the unforgivable sin of dancing on a good man's grave. It’s a rallying cry for every American who is tired of being lied to, blamed, and silenced by the coastal elites. It’s the moment the whisper becomes a roar.
LISTEN LOUD. This is the sound of the truth fighting back.

SHARE THE SIGNAL. Post the song on all platforms. This is how we settle the score.

JOIN THE MOVEMENT. Use the hashtag #FJK in your posts. This is more than a tag; it's our response. It's our verdict.

Lyrics:
#FJK
 A patriot’s voice, a razor’s precision, 
Charlie cracked their sermon, made a final decision. 
They washed the killer’s hands and pointed to the right, 
But a single spark of truth can torch the darkest night.

 FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.

The teleprompter Judas, Jimmy was his name, 
Spat manufactured venom to redirect the flame. 
He blamed the red hats for the radical’s attack, 
But truth carves in granite there’s no turning back.

Is this the dream the mountaintop once saw? 
A nation fractured by a self-corrupting law? 
You weaponize his words of peace to justify your rage, 
Then wonder why the captives start to rattle their own cage. 
The check he tried to cash is coming due again, 
And this time it won’t be paid for with the blood of honest men.

FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.

FJK! The whisper’s now a brand, 
A burning truth across the land. 
FJK! With God’s own guiding hand, 
For Charlie’s truth, we take a stand.
FJK! Now we understand, 
A patriot’s blood is on their hand. 
FJK! We’re drawing in the sand, 
A final line for this great land.
FJK! The whisper’s now a brand, 
A burning truth across the land. 
FJK! With God’s own guiding hand, 
For Charlie’s truth, we take a stand.


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