Recently relistened to the original version, and realised there was waaay too much bass, so here's a lighter version.
Lyrics :

Call it bad luck
Or call me a sad fuck
In a world of blood and guts
In this place forever stuck

Their bodies go by one by one
I'm just glad that they're all gone
But shit, one is still alive
Gotta slit its throat with a knife

And watch the blood as it pours
Like a flood onto the floor
Such a horror, yet such a bore
And I'm staring at the exit door (x3)

Cos I'm so sick of this

(Chorus)
Blood, shit and feathers
Doesn't get much better
Be here at six AM
And then stay for fucking ever

Blood, shit and feathers
That's my weekly weather
All over the floor, walls, ceiling
Cleaning takes forever

(Verse)
Time for a break
A coffee and a joint to take
Away the deathly taste
But there's still pieces on my face

I act like I'm okay with it
But inside I feel sick
I feel it crawl under my skin
Bottle's out when I can't bottle it in

I wanna get out of this place
Go home and wash my soul and face
Get the smell out of my nose
Forget the image of the blood as it flows (x3)

(Chorus)

Feathers (A.V)

Letter To You Girl (Prod. THERSX)

Music, mix & lyrics by @Guiville
Vocals by Libby
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This track is inspired by one of the very first instrumental pieces I uploaded over 12 years ago. Huge thanks to Libby for bringing my lyrics to life with her beautiful vocals.

The original acoustic version can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/tess-be-kind 

The music itself was originally inspired by the 1956 film Tea and Sympathy, particularly the poignant line: "Years from now, when you talk about this, and you will be kind."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_and_Sympathy_(film)_
https://www.imdb.com/video/vi4086416153/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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This song captures the hollow feeling of landing the job you thought you wanted, only to find it slowly draining your spirit. The lyrics take a poetic, sideways look at modern work life, fluorescent lights, endless paperwork, and the quiet grief of trading your dreams for a steady paycheque. It’s about the tension between freedom and security, and the way routine can feel like a cage, even when you’ve built it yourself.
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Lyrics:

I signed my name,
With trembling hand,
To a promise that pays,
But does not understand.

The clock strikes nine,
A funeral chime,
For the boy who once
Believed in rhyme.

The boss smiles thin,
Like a priest at sin,
And says, "Well done, you’ve made it."
But my soul stays vacant.

And I type, and I type,
'Til my fingers lose their fight,
In a room with no view,
Where the daylight feels untrue.

The vending machine,
Is my only friend,
It hums like mercy,
But eats my spend.

The laughter rings,
Like broken glass,
While my dreams are filed
Under “Never Ask.”

And I sign, and I sign,
On the dotted, cursed line,
While the ceiling caves in,
With fluorescent sin.

Oh, freedom is a coat
I wore when I was young,
Now moths and memories
Have chewed it undone.

So I leave at five,
But I’m never free,
This desk, this job,
It works for me.
It works for me.
Oh, it works on me.
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12 years - 'You don't want to rush into these things' @subhero ; )

It Works On Me (Feat. Libby)

Hey,
after going to an Ed Sheeran concert two weeks ago, I dove into his discography. And actually, quite a few songs stood out to me. This one, from his debut-album "+" is one of those. Very deep and well written lyrics by the then 19-year-old Ed Sheeran...
If you like it, please leave a like, repost, follow or a comment :)
Thanks for listening!

The A-Team - Ed Sheeran (Acoustic Guitar-Cover)

This song is about moving on, 
Left my job of 20 years.

Puppet on a string

Hank Rusch's new single, "Laid To Waste," tells the story of a man blissfully aware that he's just another conquest in a woman's lustful pursuit. Undeterred, he is drawn like a moth to a flame, finding himself unable to resist the pull of her vortex of passion. The song is rich with references to addiction, highlighting the compulsive nature of his desire. Hank’s growly vocals sound even grittier on this track, as if there's an extra cubic yard of gravel adding raw intensity to his voice. Powerful chords, big drums, Hank really hits the groove on this one.

LAID TO WASTE
by Hank Rusch

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

Well, I remember she came pretty well armed
With Stiletto Heels and a bullet bra
Peroxide hair, with dishwater roots
I started chargin' like a bull comin' out of the chute

Her skirt was so tight it couldn't get much higher
Her thighs were rubbin' so hot I thought they'd catch on fire
She shot'em all down one by one
But I was cocked and locked like a ... a loaded gun

She's a hundred proof
You got to dilute
You can't just take her down straight
She's a witches brew
She'll put a spell on you
She'll make any good man break

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

We danced all night then we went to her place
I followed her home behind her BSA
Exhaust and Chanel was all I could smell
My heart was rockin' like a pumpjack well

When we got in the door we started huggin' and kissin'
That's when I knew it was pure ignition
She bit her lips and she moaned and moaned
We kept on doin' it all night long

It was just a drop
It hit the spot
It had me ruttin' like a stallion
But the tables turned
and soon I learned
I just had enough to just hold on

It was a lethal dose
I went comatose
I've never ever had that kind of lovin' before
Just one hit
and that was it
I got to go back for more

Laid
Laid to waste now baby
You laid me to waste
Ohhhhhh! You laid me to waste now baby
You laid, you laid, you laid, you laid, you laid
You laid me to waste
You laid me to waste now baby
Ohhhh! and I can't get enough
You laid me, You laid me, You laid me, You laid me to waste
You laid me, You laid me to waste,
Ohhhhhhh! baby

Laid To Waste

Thank you so much for your patience and I have now after months of working hard found the right sound for each tune.  So here we go! Thank you for the support and wonderful messages! 

waterfalls and broken souls written by MedusaMoon ©2025

soul gritty - who can make the guns go silent, who can rally nature's sound?
 
Zero Ground
Every time you are feeling guilty
You reach into the purse, it's strange
never go there, never speak up
always curl up small again

Hear the turmoil, see the bloodshed
Feel ashamed for humankind
Turn the cheek and shake the head
There's no human you can find

Something whispered 'zero ground'
A wind picked up and blew ash around

Come to this, it's come to this
Revenge and hate goes round and round
Who can make the guns go silent?
Who can rally nature's sound?

Something in the air for us?
A fresher kind of air for us?

Everytime we stop and gather
Selves to really think what's right
Off goes another, goes another
Life just winked out in the night

Something in the air?


Zero Ground

This is the overture to a journey. The first chapter of a story told in symphony and steel. Welcome to THE OPERA OF ADELHEIDE AND HER HEALING WISDOMS.

"Four Corners of Loss" is the moment of the gathering. Four strangers—two women, two men—arrive from the ends of the map, drawn together by an unspoken grief. Each carries a relic of their past: a key to a house that no longer exists; a picture, burned and torn apart; a father's watch whose hands are frozen in time; a mother's book with pages soaked in tears. They meet in a place where the compass is broken and secrets hide in plain sight.

This track is the first single from a full, four-act Symphonic Metal Opera. It's an epic tale that explores the weight of memory, the burden of unspoken words, and the arduous path toward collective healing. It asks the question: Can our deepest wounds become the source of our greatest strength?

A fusion of crushing metal riffs, soaring orchestral arrangements, and theatrical, narrative vocals creates a cinematic soundscape for a story of loss and redemption.

You are hearing the very beginning. This is the first step in a larger release strategy that will unfold act by act. Follow Beyond & Before Music to experience the full story and discover how the light returns.

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Dies ist die Ouvertüre zu einer Reise. Das erste Kapitel einer Geschichte, erzählt mit symphonischer Wucht und stählerner Härte. Willkommen zu THE OPERA OF ADELHEIDE AND HER HEALING WISDOMS.

"Four Corners of Loss" ist der Moment des Sammelns. Vier Fremde – zwei Männer und zwei Frauen – finden von den Enden der Landkarte zusammen, vereint durch eine unausgesprochene Trauer. Jeder von ihnen trägt ein Relikt seiner Vergangenheit: einen Schlüssel zu einem Haus, das nicht mehr existiert; ein verbranntes, zerrissenes Bild; die Uhr eines Vaters, deren Zeiger in der Zeit eingefroren sind; das Buch einer Mutter, dessen Seiten von Tränen getränkt sind. Sie treffen sich an einem Ort, an dem der Kompass zerbrochen ist und Geheimnisse sich offen verbergen.

Dieser Song ist die erste Single aus einer vollständigen, vieraktigen Symphonic Metal Oper. Es ist eine epische Erzählung über das Gewicht der Erinnerung, die Last ungesagter Worte und den steinigen Weg zur kollektiven Heilung. Die Oper stellt die Frage: Können unsere tiefsten Wunden zur Quelle unserer größten Stärke werden?

Eine Fusion aus brachialen Metal-Riffs, opulenten Orchester-Arrangements und theatralischem, narrativem Gesang erschafft eine cineastische Klanglandschaft für eine Geschichte über Verlust und Erlösung.

Du hörst hier den allerersten Anfang. Dies ist der erste Schritt einer größeren Veröffentlichungsstrategie, die sich Akt für Akt entfalten wird. Folge Beyond & Before Music, um die ganze Geschichte mitzuerleben und zu entdecken, wie das Licht zurückkehrt.

Four Corners of Loss

A raw post-hardcore track about loss, longing, and the hope of reunion. Screamed verses bleed with desperation while harmonised choruses carry the weight of release and redemption.

Save Me a Seat in Heaven

She got stuck in the roses
So incredibly beautiful.
Caught her eyes, and she got burned.
He insisted on flying.
In the air it’s all clear.
Sailing free would bring him to tears.

It came crashing down when they took it too far.
They never learned.
And the price that they paid could’ve bought them a star.
It defies common sense, but then maybe it’s not,
When you think just how dense, when you think just how hot,
But in their defense, it might be worth a shot.

INSTRUMENTAL

It came crashing down when they took it too far.
They never learned.
And the price that they paid could’ve bought them a star.
It defies common sense, but then maybe it’s not,
When you think just how dense, when you think just how hot,
But in their defense, it might be worth a shot.

They were looking for magic.
Flashing lights and bright colors.
Hocus Pocus and Presto.

Looking (for Magic)

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Looking (for Magic)

Scott Orr

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