Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

A new fast-paced rock song. I hope you like it!

The Devil in Disguise

The rest is silence

Eat My Heart

Secret Shadows

Back Against the Wall is an outlaw-country record built on grit, scars, and resilience. It’s the story of holding on when the world tries to break you — of finding freedom in dirt roads, family, memory, and truth, even when the weight of survival presses hard.

The album opens with “Dirt Roads and Dogs”, a free-spirited escape into the country soul, before diving into the raw defiance of “Frankly, I Don’t Give a Damn.” Tracks like “Sunday Porchlight” and “The Sky Remembers” provide heart and reflection, anchoring the record in stories of grace and memory. “We Were Soldiers Too” serves as its haunting tribute, honoring sacrifice and courage with reverence.

The title track “Back Against the Wall” and “The Last Free Thinker” drive the album’s rebellious core, confronting modern struggles and the cost of survival with unflinching honesty. To balance the fire, “Pickin’ Trouble” delivers rowdy bluegrass energy, while “Let ’Em Be Kids” strips back the noise to remind us what’s worth protecting.

Together, these songs form a litany of truth: that even in chaos and collapse, there’s defiance, there’s love, and there’s still something worth standing for. Back Against the Wall is not just an album — it’s an outlaw hymnbook for hard times.

We Might Be Robots

Let ’Em Be Kids

Here rock, dancehall, brass and swing all come together to kick ass

Speed Demon

A mix of old-fashioned psychedelic rock with hip hop elements.
I hope you like this new track I made!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

I said too much, and I’m lost in the row 
Hands on my face, I don’t care who will know 
Pressure keeps rising, it’s starting to show 
Time slips away, but it still moves slow

A fracture, faster than a voice aloud
A script stripped silent, machinery bowed 
A sparkless heat, no flame to allow 
Time erased, displaced, replaced, here and now

Fingers slipping, wires shake 
Every signal starts to break 
Falling forward, blind and fast 
This is a moment built to last

Fields ripple, emitting their rays
Hands faceless, traceless, sweep all away 
Curves reverse where straight lines lay 
Spirals spiral, doors decay

Through spirals, trials of turning, burning 
Equations breaking, taking, yearning 
Measures bending, ending unseen 
Dance collapsing, grasping the screen

Signals scatter, shatter, obey 
Clouds fracture, capture, drift astray 
Orbits weighted, fated to ground 
Noise remaining, draining sound

Cut the cord and let it fall 
No escape, I take it all 
Through the pressure, through the fire 
Feed the machine my desire

Lights dividing, hiding streams  
Patterns breaking, faking schemes  
Hands of motion, skin they rend  
Pulse resetting, bending to end  

Gears lock tight, the edges grind  
No escape from the intertwined
Tension rising, nothing spared  
One more breath and the core is bared

Break the signal, tear the chain  
Scream the code into the rain  
Every cycle torn apart  
Hammer beats a burning heart

Every step suspended, defended in glass  
Every breath arrested, contested, will pass  
Not here, not then  
Only stillness again  
Where light cannot last, where time cannot cast

Not here, not then

[Verse 1]
Red ties tighter than the truth they choke,
Preachin’ freedom — but it’s all a joke.
Cabinet clowns with their circus grin,
Sellin’ out the crowd while they cash it in.

[Pre-Chorus]
Spin the wheel of scandals,
Guess which fool will fall —
Another mask, same circus,
But the joke’s on us all.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the cabinet of liars and thieves,
A carnival of clowns who will never believe.
Truth’s locked outside while the puppets all grin,
And the house of hypocrisy keeps caving in.

[Verse 2]
“Law and order!” while they bend the law,
“Power to the people!” with their hands in the maw.
Stars and stripes on a plastic crown,
Patriot kings in a paper town.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every headline’s twisted,
Every promise fake —
They build a throne of ashes,
On the backs they break.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the cabinet of liars and thieves,
A carnival of clowns who will never believe.
Truth’s locked outside while the puppets all grin,
And the house of hypocrisy keeps caving in.

[Bridge – Breakdown, Mocking Chant]
“Freedom’s for sale! — Who’ll pay the most?
Justice is dead! — Let’s raise a toast!
Leaders or jesters? — Can’t tell them apart,
They sold us the circus, and called it ‘heart.’”

[Final Chorus – screamed with full rage]
Welcome to the cabinet of liars and thieves,
A carnival of clowns who will never believe.
We’re laughing through fury, our patience is thin,
As the house of hypocrisy comes crashing in.

Clowns in The Cabinet

Clowns in the Cabinet

"When the Feeling's Gone" is about how sometimes in life no matter how much we care about someone in a relationship, emotions can fade over time.
Recorded at Kiln studio's, Sydney Australia.
Produced by Ben Briddon
Paul Cullum : Vocals and Guitars

When the Feeling's Gone

One Simple Trick

Deathbox

It's my passion to make quality songs using all resources available to me. As a music enthusiast I'm interested in many different genres. 

My music production process is a blend of traditional songwriting and cutting-edge AI. 

It all starts with the human touch: I craft the lyrics and song structures myself, sometimes accompanied by music I recorded or composed.

From these foundational elements, I then bring the songs to life using synthetic voices and musicians. 

A key aspect of my creative flow is "jamming" with what I call "personas", distinct AI voices and styles that offer consistent character and sound. 

My roots in music stretch back to the 1970s, when I was a drummer boy in the local harmony. 

The 1990s marked a pivotal moment with the advent of MIDI, opening up new avenues for instrumental composition. 

The early 2000s saw me dive deep into Digital Audio Workstations (DAWs), and during that time, I also picked up the guitar. 

Since 2024, integrating AI into my workflow has been a transformative experience. 

It has unlocked unprecedented creative possibilities, providing access to a vast array of virtuoso vocalists and instruments, from intricate acoustic guitar arrangements to full orchestras.