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Latest original psychedelic music. Take one away from challenges of this strange physical world. Seventeen gems.

Hope everyone enjoys the musical magical ride.

All instruments: Daniel Lars
Written, mixed, produced, mastered: Daniel Lars


℗ 2025 Daniel A. Larsen

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10 Feb 2025

Fault Line

An Unforseen Gift

Silent Night (Country)

Silent Night Country

This song is my raw, unfiltered response to the new kind of justice playing out online — where truth and accountability are no longer controlled by the powerful few, but by millions of connected voices. “Trump's Downfall" (TikTok Trials) is about watching an empire crumble in real time, as a generation armed with receipts, memes, and conviction refuses to stay silent.

From my perspective, it’s a rebellion set to a beat — a courtroom without walls, where the youth are the jury, the verdict is public, and corruption finally faces the consequences it escaped for decades. The repeated chants of “Where are the files?” echo the collective demand for truth.

It’s satire, protest, and prophecy all at once — a wake-up call that the old ways of hiding behind money, media, and manipulation are done. This song celebrates the power shift — the moment when the next generation says, “We see you. We remember. And we’re not afraid to speak.”


LYRICS:

[Opening]
“This is the courtroom of a generation.
No gavels. No robes.
Just comment sections lit up like bonfires…
And the jury is unanimous.”

[Verse 1]
He came strutting with his slogans,
A seventy-nine-year-old king with no crown,
Thinking TikTok would bow,
That the kids would chant his name loud.

But the laughter cut sharper than steel,
Receipts raining down like fire,
Every scroll another trial,
Every comment—an indictment in real time.

[Chorus 1]
TikTok trials, the people have spoken,
Gen Z rising, the system is broken.
You can’t ban the truth, can’t silence the tide,
Your empire’s crumbling, we’re laughing worldwide.

[Verse 2]
He once called this app a threat,
“National security,” he said—
But the ban became a boomerang,
Now it’s aimed straight at his head.

A stage he cannot rig with clappers,
A script he cannot sell with spin,
Every video’s another wound,
And the kids keep pouring salt in.

[Pre-Bridge]
Where are the files?
Epstein files!

[Verse 3]
A.I. portraits drag him in wigs,
Memes like daggers, viral and slick,
No rallies, no planted applause,
Just a feed that mirrors every flaw.

“You are not our voice!” they cry,
Not with blood on your hands, not with lies,
This generation won’t forget,
We demand the truth, not threats.

[Chorus 2]
TikTok trials, the people have spoken,
Gen Z rising, the silence is broken.
You can’t hide the names, can’t bury the crime,
The future is watching, we’re done with your kind.

[Bridge]
“I am your voice… I am… I am… your… your voice voice voice voice"

[Verse 4]
This is your fatal miscalculation:
You thought spectacle could drown out substance.
But the substance is corruption,
The receipts are eternal,
The voices unbroken.

You cannot game this system.
You cannot spin this storm.
And the only thing trending now—
Is your downfall.

[Final Chorus]
TikTok trials, no gods, no kings,
The youth are the jury, the verdict it sings.
Hypocrisy’s ashes, corruption’s decay,
The children you mocked will bury your reign.

TikTok trials, the curtain is torn,
The empire’s crumbled, a new world is born.
You can’t bend the truth, can’t silence the fight,
We are the future—
And we won’t go quiet tonight.


F#CK TR#MP Volume 2

Trump's Downfall

" RED GIANT "

Untended

Story of Freedom

I’m not the one to fix your broken heart.
I’m not the one that tore it all apart.
Some days you're just s’posed to cry.
I’m not the one that brought you into pain.
He’d be the one, and he’ll do it again.
Some days you're just s’posed to cry.
Cry, ‘cause the tears won’t destroy you.
Laugh, ‘cause I think you’ll enjoy you more like that.
Dream, ‘cause the ending is seldom written down in stone.

INSTRUMENTAL

I’m not the one who shattered all your dreams.
He is the one, he knows what it means.
Some days you're just s’posed to cry.
Cry, ‘cause the tears won’t destroy you.
Laugh, ‘cause I think you’ll enjoy you more like that.
Dream, ‘cause the ending is seldom written down in stone.

Some Days

Fast-driving country-pop with fiddle fire and electric grit. Think Gretchen meets Shania on a back-road escape. 

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Solid Ground

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

Some Days

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