Seq 16h Spring Rock - A Beautiful Static Moment Of Waiting And Eternal Suspension 5

Seq 16h Christmas Spring Rock - A Beautiful Static Moment Of Waiting And Eternal Suspension 5

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Too (Instrumental)

New key, new verses, brand new release
Special thanks to Mr Woodhand for mastering and producing the bubble organ tracks and that magical lick in the bridge.
Lyrics by Barlangi Fuvalat:    (translation below)

ahelyett hogy más szavakat
keresnél, hogy megbocsássak
eltünsz inkább azt remélve
ha nem látlak elfelejtlek

refrén:
pedig nincsen, nincsen semmi
szerelem sincs, nincs mit tenni

csak a kövek a folyóparton
ott amiket a vízbe löktünk
mész befele, egyre mélyebb
uszni kezdel, én csak nézlek

refrén

penge élén ördög táncol
csigakürtön fuvolázol
megyek én is, uszok veled
sodor az ár, így szereted

AI translation:

Instead of finding other words 
For me to forgive you 
You'd rather disappear, hoping 
That if I don't see you, I'll forget you

Chorus: 
And yet there is nothing, 
nothing at all There's 
no love either, 
nothing to be done

Only the stones on the riverbank 
Those that we threw into the water 
You go inward, deeper and deeper 
You start to swim, I just watch you

Chorus

The devil is dancing on a razor's edge 
You are playing a flute on a conch shell 
I'm going too, I'll swim with you 
The current sweeps us, that's how you like it

ahelyetthogy

Why aren’t you listening?

This track is about what it feels like to be in a relationship and arguing.
The is the pre production version of the track . Thank you for taking the time to listen.

ARGUMENT

[Dweldnik]
Today I made new language
While you bitch making sandvich
Past old days I cum on your face
You start to learning Whitespace
You writing code but don't see it
This not obfuscated I mean it
Your favourite keyboard buttons are Tab and Space
You understanding Whitespace

[Bellatrix]
I write to you an email to your job
I want to tell you honey you are suck
You reading my message by thinking what the fuck
You reading now Brainfuck
[Dweldnik] In the kitchen do you got what you ate
This is not ASCII chars this is UTF 8
Two plus two minus one bracket and dot
Good luck dear with brainfuck

Relationship - Esoteric

A song about anxiety, depression and loneliness.  

[Verse]

This tables damp...  Bleach and water.
Stopped for a Big Mac, fries and a Coke.
Dinner for one... eight and a quarter.
Then I'll walk, and have a smoke.

Anxiety, my partner in crime.
Every day, taken carefully.
A classic psycho paradigm.
Something's broken inside of me.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Verse]

Like a sparrow without a host.
A tiny, lonely, innocent bird.
Alone, in a field on a broken post.
Only seen and never heard.

I don't smile, never lock eyes.
Keep lookin toward the ground.
Hide inside my fake disguise.
Panic attacks will cut you down.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Bridge]

But, music is my happy place.
Every genre... a new highway.
Explore... then come back to base.
There's always hope for brighter days


[Chorus]

Because, smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.

Lyric by: Roger L. Smith
Vocals & Music by: Suno.ai

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

Broken Wires

Hellbound

All parts by Robert Grigg
Drums By Yamaha Keyboard

One Morning

Punk Rock NFT / Broken World / Cute Girls / Spy × Punk Girls

In a city built for burnout capitalism, Sister Moka is the last one dancing sober.
No drugs, no alcohol—just distorted guitars, glitchy synths, and a body that refuses to obey the system’s timetable.

This track follows a spy × punk girl slipping through a neon-lit dystopia:
watching her friends quietly break, watching timelines and token charts collapse,
refusing to numb out even when it would be easier.

Instead of another hangover, she chooses lucid rebellion:
a sober dance floor as a tiny piece of “punk theology”
—where every kick drum is a confession
and every chorus is a prayer for those exhausted by hustle culture, Web3 chaos,
and the anxious scroll of the broken world.

If you’re tired, wired, and still somehow hopeful,
this song is for you.
Come dance sober with Sister Moka and help rewrite the script.

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One-line concept
A Punk Theology track for people exhausted by burnout capitalism, dancing sober in a broken Web3 city.

Why aren’t you listening?

Screaming Houdini

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