Collaborative production with Artist Dave 

Bad News

The Funk

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

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Heaven turned me down

Losing Interest (feat. Maja Štebih)

Losing Interest Feat. Maja Štebih

First transmission from the Hallucinophonics universe.
"Fallen Angel" drifts through ethereal soundscapes where celestial beauty meets earthbound longing. Built on layers of atmospheric guitars and hypnotic rhythms, the track explores themes of transcendence and loss, guided by haunting melodies that seem to float between dimensions.
This is your exclusive early access to the Hallucinophonics sound—a glimpse into the cosmic consciousness that will fully emerge this September. Follow for the complete journey ahead.
For fans of Pink Floyd, Porcupine Tree, and Tame Impala

Fallen Angel

Woke up this morning, the sun rose again. Wasn’t real sure that it would.
I realize these tired old eyes probl’ly don’t see like they should.
Try this again, but know I won’t win, might not do any good.
What’s the point of it all?
Gave it a shot, but I’m guessing it’s not any more likely today.
Hope for the best, but if I had to guess, it’s never going away.
Forced to decide, so I gave it a try, not a whole lot left to say.
What’s the point of it all?
I put it all on the line, I never stopped trying, I never gave in.
You say it’s gonna be fine, but I know you’re lying, you’ve always been
In love with what oughta be instead of what truly is.
Have to admit that the same goes for me, truth doesn’t always win.
I wear those rose colored glasses as well, I fell in love with what’s been.
The diff’rence for me is that I see the why, not just the the where and the when.
What’s the point of it all?
I put it all on the line, I never stopped trying, I never gave in.
You say it’s gonna be fine, but I know you’re lying, you’ve always been
In love with what oughta be instead of what truly is.


What Oughta Be

Stargazers

Trippin'

The final synth version.  The mastering (by me) prior to Dolby further-mastering it, is far from perfect but I gave it a serious try.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two

Epic, cinematic rock anthem with soaring vocals, electric guitars, and driving drums. 
Stadium energy meets film-score emotion — uplifting, powerful, and timeless.  

For curators: Rock / Alternative / Cinematic Rock.  
Directed & produced by Bill Shook.  
Virtual vocal performance: “Mikael North™,” created under Bill Shook’s creative direction.  
“Mikael North™” is a proprietary character owned by Bill Shook.  

Written & produced by Bill Shook.  
© 2025 Bill Shook — ℗ 2025 Bill Shook Publishing / Shook Studios Records.

Touch The Stars

YOU NAME IT! (cover)
Performed by: Modes About Me
Original song: "YOU NAME IT!" by Shirley Caesar
This is a cover version. All composing and publishing rights belong to Shirley Caesar / their publisher.

YOU NAME IT! (cover)

Music and Lyric by Martin Hirsch
Vocal AI Melodie Composed with Musichero AI
License by Martin Hirsch

Don't Look Back  (Let your doubts release)

(Verse 1)
The sun is setting, the day will fade,
Shadows of the past, in the wind they’re laid.
Steps ahead, my heart beats strong,
Every new path, where we all belong.

(Chorus)
Don’t look back, let your doubts release,
The future’s waiting, shining with peace.
Every dream we chase will take us high,
In our freedom, we learn to fly.

(Verse 2)
The storms of time have shaped our way,
But here we stand, ready for the day.
With every step that we boldly take,
We’ll rise above, no fear to break.

(Chorus)
Don’t look back, let your doubts release,
The future’s waiting, shining with peace.
Every dream we chase will take us high,
In our freedom, we learn to fly.

(Bridge)
Leave the shadows far behind,
The stars are shining, bright and kind.
We are the story that we write,
In every moment, in every fight.

(Chorus)
Don’t look back, let your doubts release,
The future’s waiting, shining with peace.
Every dream we chase will take us high,
In our freedom, we learn to fly.

(Outro)
Look ahead, the life is calling,
Every step, a new way of falling.
Don’t look back, the time is now,
Take the leap, and make your vow.

Dont`t Look Back (Let your doubts release)

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

What Oughta Be

Scott Orr

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