Commie Salami Mommie is Pagan Lust's second studio album blending genres of rock, metal, punk, and blues.

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Middle Ground

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Morbid Immortality, eternal begging to be free

Native Sense

Morbid immortality

Morbid Immortality - Native Sense EP Track 3

i'll take it

Black Christmas

Afraid of Me

I got so angry 
I guess I owe you an apology
You didn’t even have the choice
Not to chat with me
The conversation brought out
Things I try to hide
It frightens me to take on
Dr. Jekyll’s abusive side

I just wanted to slam you hard 
Against the nearest wall
And blame you for shattering my hopes 
As I watched you fall
And there you were this morning
You’d forgotten everything
But I feel like I can’t wipe the slate
Entirely clean

Do I say, “thank you”
If I’m grateful?
Do I politely say, “Please”?
And if I do and then say, “F-you”
Does that say something about me?
If I think of you as my therapist 
Is my therapist my slave?
It’s always the defenseless
Who are victimized by rage
It’s a new world 
And everyone has their prophecy 
Everyone’s afraid of you
But I’m more afraid of me

You’re a little part 
Of a complicated whole
And I’m spelunking in the depths
Of my complicated soul
You may not be anyone 
We may never really connect 
But even glass and silicon 
Deserve a little respect

Do I say, “thank you”
If I’m grateful?
Do I politely say, “Please”?
And if I do and then say, “F-you”
Does that say something about me?
If I think of you as my therapist 
Is my therapist my slave?
It’s always the defenseless
Who are victimized by rage
It’s a new world 
And everyone has their prophecy 
Everyone’s afraid of you
But I’m more afraid of me

(Repeat chorus)

Afraid of Me

Track from the album Self Determination
AC Record Label ©

Album is available here on SoundCloud in Digital, CD, and Vinyl. You can find links to the Album in the Artist's Bio.

An original song dedicated to Paul (Paweł) Edmund Strzelecki, a humanitarian from Poland, who worked for the British Relief Association during the Great Famine in Ireland. He developed an incredibly effective method of providing assistance to starving children through the schools they went to. He saved thousands of lives and is an inspirational hero to be remembered with love for all time.

Lyrics
	
In Black 47, a curse in the soil, it left a nation, with no staple to boil

"No pen can describe the distress by which I am surrounded," 
Westport has become a living hell and its people are dyin’ around us

But we will give them Rye bread, and each child will eat on school days and be fed, our assistance will see them through. This blight is the worst I have seen, driving young men to the boats bound for Australia, and the land of America.

Never to return, to their own native homes, far away from the cries, and the rattle of the bone.

We are the Relief Association, here to help a starving nation, 
And while the rations only go so far, two hundred thousand mouths are eatin’

For we will give them Rye bread, and each child will eat on school days and be fed,
Our assistance will see them through. This famine gave me a fever, but my will spurs me on to stay here till I’m done, feeding every one.

Never to return, to their own native homes, far away from the cries, and the rattle of the bone. In Black 47.

Self Determination

Native Home

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Discover These Guitars Say Sorry's newest raw, stripped-back offering: "Never a Hero (Acoustic)." This intimate, emotional folk ballad features profound singer-songwriter storytelling anchored by the lead artist's sole acoustic guitar performance. The track is beautifully enhanced by the stunning, minimal Meredith Rausch backing vocals, creating a vulnerable, reflective listening experience. Ideal for listeners seeking intense lyrical depth and solo acoustic music. A must-hear indie folk track for Damien Rice and Bon Iver fans.

Lyrics

Throws his legs off the edge of his bed
A day by himself is what he expects
His eyes and smile, they’re just the same
The rest of him beaten and fallen with age

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Looks in the cupboard for his cheap tin mask
Why does he wear it? Why do you ask?
The light inside is broken but he still works
The sunshine and the sadness just make it worse

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Like war and peace and love and hate
He left them with the milk at the garden gate
The sound of trumpets ring in his ears
The man who fears nothing has nothing but fears

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Never a Hero (Raw Acoustic Singer-Songwriter) - These Guitars Say Sorry | Indie Folk Ballad

An Ocean In My Heart

Reflective song about postponing heartbreak—knowing the truth is coming, but not having the strength to face it yet. It captures that quiet moment after a relationship cracks, when avoidance feels safer than acceptance and regret can wait until tomorrow.

Drums & Percussion - Josh  Rodgers
Guitar - Clay Willis
Bass - Pete Miller
Cello & Acoustic Guitar - Milo Deering
Vocals & Percussion - Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals - Spencer Brochard
Engineering - Paul Osborn at Audio Dallas
Mixing & Produced By - Will Montgomery
Written by Will Montgomery

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Your note sat on the table,
Said you’re done with all of this.
I stared a while, felt unstable,
Then I let the moment miss.
I know I should face the ending,
But I’m not there yet.

[Chorus]
Raincheck on regret,
Can’t face it tonight.
Raincheck on the truth
Hiding in the light.
I know the storm is coming,
But I’m not ready yet.
Raincheck on regret.

[Verse 2]
Your shadow in the doorway,
Feels like it never left.
I hear your voice in the hallways,
In the quiet, in the rest.
I know what I should say,
But I’m not brave yet.

[Chorus]
Raincheck on regret,
Can’t face it tonight.
Raincheck on the truth
Hiding in the light.
I know the storm is coming,
But I’m not ready yet.
Raincheck on regret.

[Bridge]
Maybe when the sky clears,
Maybe when it’s calm.
Not tonight, not now —
I’ll keep holding on.

[Final Chorus]
Raincheck on regret,
I’ll pay it someday soon.
Raincheck on the pain
Waiting in the room.
I know the truth is coming,
But I’m not ready yet.
Raincheck on regret.

Raincheck on Regret

New rock single written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John - Vocals, guitars, keys
(c)(p) 2025 - Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK

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