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Dark political gospel channeling Orwellian dread through contemporary RB and neo-soul. A haunting meditation on power, propaganda, and modern exploitation, where Squealer's lies multiply through pocket screens and Boxer's ghost haunts the gig economy. From whispered conspiracy to thunderous condemnation, this track traces the line from Animal Farm's barn to today's Amazon warehouses—where we've become unable to tell democracy from auction, new boss from old boss.

ANIMAL FARM ( Lyrics )

The commandments were painted fresh
On the barn wall that first morning
White letters drip wet in dawn light
All animals are equal
Fresh starts, clean slates
Until you notice the ladder
Leaning against tomorrow's lies

By evening, Squealer stood
Beneath the same wall
Explaining why milk
Disappeared into the farmhouse
Why apples rotted
In pigs' bellies while horses
Worked double shifts on empty stomachs

He could sell water to drowning men
And make them thank him
His voice, smooth as butter
Turned equal into necessary
Theft into supervision
Hunger into sacrifice

The animals nodded, bodies
Betraying what minds couldn't grasp
Stomachs growling dissent
Like children crying for mothers
Who will never come

Napoleon's teeth gleamed
While Snowball's exile order
Dripped ink on the desk
Two pigs, one throne
Revolution eating its children
Before they learned to walk
Each betrayal sharp as glass
Cutting through brotherhood's myth

In pocket screens
Squealer multiplies
Ten thousand voices explaining
Why billionaires need tax cuts
Why surveillance protects freedom
Why your job disappearing
Means progress

Pay attention to small lies
They lead to larger darkness
Watch Boxer at the quarry
Haunches tremble under weight
Repeating I will work harder
As his spine curves
Toward claiming earth

Hard work, another word
For slowly killing yourself
For someone else's dream
This is Tuesday at Amazon
Wednesday at The Warehouse
Thursday's gig economy
Where your car becomes office
Debt becomes motivation
Body becomes currency
Traded for permission to exist
Each day carved from flesh

Some animals are more equal than others
Paint still wet
When they changed the commandment
Morning said one thing
Nightfall, another
No one remembered original words
Except the feeling something
Was stolen while they slept
Memory bleeding black
Into forgetfulness

Election night, two thousand twenty-four
The candidate promising change
Shakes hands with lobbyists
In rooms without cameras
News anchors explain
Why handshakes mean progress
Why healthcare disappearing
Means freedom expanding
While we sit believing television
Like children believing Santa

Animals press weary faces
Against farmhouse windows
Speckled in shit
Unable to tell pig from man
We press our faces
Against blue screens
Unable to tell
Democracy from auction
Representation from performance
New boss from old boss

In hairy darkness beyond the barn
Something moves
Heavy hooves on gravel
Breathing that refuses to break
Boxer's eyes gleam, In shadow
Boxer's eyes gleam, In shadow
Boxer's eyes gleam, Boxer's eyes gleam
Boxer's eyes gleam, In shadow

Animal Farm

Colt 45..... [Frostbite Howlers ft. Afroman] (uncensored)

WARRANT VOID

(from the EP Happier, Elyse Wilder 2025)

they said she’d be happier once she left.
they didn’t mention how long “once” lasts.
Happier is the sound of pretending to be okay long enough to start believing it.
half-smile, half-sigh — that’s progress, right?

Happier

Day 5 is here: The Meter Keeps Running. This is cold, detached Boom Bap Hip-Hop featuring a dusty 90s beat and a mournful trumpet loop. Listen to the cabbie's voice—it's CYNICAL and bored, the sound of driving through a city full of nightmares while only paying attention to the fare. The beat won't stop, just like the ride.

Tag 5 ist da: The Meter Keeps Running. Das ist kalter, distanzierter Boom Bap Hip-Hop mit einem staubigen 90er-Beat und einem klagenden Trompeten-Loop. Hört die Stimme des Taxifahrers – sie ist ZYNISCH und gelangweilt, der Sound des Fahrens durch eine Stadt voller Albträume, während man nur auf den Fahrpreis achtet. Der Beat stoppt nicht, genau wie die Fahrt.

#DarkSidesOfNYC2 #TheMeterKeepsRunning #90sHipHop #CynicalVibes #Downtempo #NYC

The Meter Keeps Running

(Intro)
I poured my soul into the MAGA cause, thousands of hours lost without a pause, video production, graphic design, original tracks, no flaws, even a custom song for the man fighting the deep state's claws.

(Verse 1)
I didn't leave Trump, the betrayal was unidirectional, a stunning reversal, purely fictional, he called his supporters "garbage" then switched his position, dismissed us as nuisances for wanting Epstein transparency, a mission, he treated dedicated foot soldiers like disposable agitators, a gut-punch of disrespect, a move for the traitors.

(Chorus)
This ain't about delays, it's a litmus test for the soul, Epstein's global web of child trafficking taking its toll, victims testified through the jeers and the threats, while he brands the push for files a "Democratic hoax," placing his bets, no unsealing, no indictments, just evasion for the elite, protecting the pedophiles, admitting defeat.

(Verse 2)
This protectionism reeks of complicity, a moral deficiency, why shield the wolves in the bunkers while preaching "America First" efficiency, he flippantly dismisses supporters who want the files unsealed, echoing the very elitism he claimed he wanted repealed, it's not strategy, it's sin, a path he can't win, questioning his path to heaven while burying the evidence that could damn the damned, a slam.

(Bridge)
Scripture is clear, you harbor wolves, you invite the judgment near, he torpedoes his own redemption, feeding the fear, prosecutions aren't optional, they're obligatory, crystal clear, without them the files are just a Pandora's box of poison, a souvenir, proving "drain the swamp" was just theater for the rubes, sticking us with the spears.

(Outro)
Theater for the rubes, just theater for the rubes, yeah, he played us for fools, just theater for the rubes, no justice, no cause, just poison and flaws.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025


Litmus Test - Epstein

Dark Green Fescue

A mature fight for love, choosing to repair instead of abandon, even when everything feels fragile.

Burn It Down Slow

Delly-D — London Underground EP (B1 Mixes)

2025 marks 25 years of DELLY-D Music—and the tunnel lights turn bright again. The 2012 cult cut “London Underground” returns as a trilogy of brand-new high-energy UK garage/2-step house mixes: A1, A2, and E1. Same heartbeat, new muscle. Same manifesto, wider circle.

This EP is the sound of the city linking up—South to North, East to West, worldwide. The MC rides with South-London/Caribbean lilt, chanting the message that made the original a favorite: don’t care about your background, don’t care about your colour—step in, unite, and let the bassline speak. It’s underground, it’s UK, it’s global, it’s house.

What you’ll feel

A1 – Pure tunnel rush: instant crowd ignition, chant-ready hooks, lights on the third rail.

A2 – Swagger and sway: rolling pocket, call-and-response energy, heads down → hands up.

B1 – After-hours uplift: funky glide, street-soul grit with sunrise hope.

Between the chants—“Bassline speakin’ ya… it’s an underground thing”—the EP moves like a night ride from Brixton to Camden to the world. No gatekeeping, no borders—just community on a groove. Each mix honors the 2012 DNA while pushing it forward for the dance floors of now.

How to support
Repost, comment your favorite mix (A1/A2/E1), tag a friend who needs this vibe, and follow Delly-D for the next drops. This is the first in the anniversary series—more stations ahead.

Exclusive on SoundCloud (rolling release).
Step in. Mind the gap. Link up.

#DellyD #LondonUnderground #25Years #UKGarage #2Step #GarageHouse #HouseMusic #VocalUKG #UndergroundSound #ClubCulture #NewMusic #OutNow #SoundCloudExclusive #BasslineSpeakingYa #ItsaUKThing #WorldwideThing #HouseThing #SouthLondon #CaribbeanVibes #UnityThroughMusic

London Underground (B1)

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Litmus Test - Epstein

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