I wish i listened to this much sooner🔥

Sounds great! Such an iconic sound, Great production and mix !

Life’s a mess — grab your friends, ditch the drama, and roll a few frames instead. “Fuck It, Let’s Go Bowling” is your official soundtrack to not caring.
Chaotic, catchy, and totally unbothered — it’s punk rock escapism at its finest.

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#Slash66 #HellNoBro #TooBrokeForMoney #PunkRock #SkatePunk #PopPunk #TeenRebellion #AmericanPunk #CaliforniaPunk #YouthRebellion

Lyrics -

One two three four strike

Boss can fire me, school can wait
Life’s a gutter ball but I don’t give a shit
Grab your shoes, lace them tight
We’re rolling down this lane tonight

Fuck it, let’s go bowling
Strike down all the boring
Spare me all the drama, I’m done
Fuck it, let’s go bowling, have fun

Ball in my hand, crowd in command
Knock them all down, we don’t give a damn

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Fuck it, let’s go bowling
Strike down all the boring
Spare me all the drama, I’m done
Fuck it, let’s go bowling, have fun

Ball in my hand, crowd in command
Knock them all down, we don’t give a damn

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Strike strike strike!!

Too Broke For Money

Fuck It, Let’s Go Bowling

Drama? Bills? Your boss? Nah — “Not My Problem” says exactly what you’re thinking but louder.
A punchy punk-pop anthem for everyone who’s done playing nice and ready to live loud on their own terms.

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SOUNDCLOUD - @slash66

#Slash66 #HellNoBro #TooBrokeForMoney #PunkRock #SkatePunk #PopPunk #TeenRebellion #AmericanPunk #CaliforniaPunk #YouthRebellion

Lyrics –

Not my problem
Not my problem

You’re drowning in drama you built yourself
I’m stacking pizza boxes on the shelf
Cry for help but I’ve moved on
This is my party, your invite’s gone

Not my problem, not my mess
I don’t care about your stress
Not my circus, not my clowns
 I’m not the one who’ll hold you down

Hands in the air, scream it back at me
Not my problem, let’s live carefree

Not my problem

Not my problem

Not my problem, not my mess
I don’t care about your stress
Not my circus, not my clowns
I’m not the one who’ll hold you down

Hands in the air, scream it back at me
Not my problem, let’s live carefree

Not my problem

Not my problem

Not My Problem

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

An intense and atmospheric instrumental dive where silence weighs as heavily as sound. Each layer breathes tension and reflection — a journey into the beautiful discomfort of emptiness.
"The Stifling Nothing" is NASP's 5th single of 2025
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The Stifling Nothing

my forever

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

I wrote this song to help me forget my toothache... it worked! 

Children of the Stars

They shoved me in the basement, where the light don’t glow
Took my desk, my coffee cup, but there’s one thing they don’t know
I’ve got a fiery treasure, bright against the gray
My red stapler’s my salvation, it’s my only getaway

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

The boss can take my paycheck, the copier can jam
But my little red stapler says, “Stick it to the man”
It’s more than just an office tool, it’s my sacred fight
A tiny piece of justice in the corporate night

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
Shine like fire in the spotlight
Staple the blues, staple 'em true
Red stapler, I believe in you!

Red Stapler

“A sonic journey through the ruins of a city at war, where between sirens, silence, and the longing for peace, a human heartbeat is still sought. A powerful and melancholic track that blends raw imagery with intense emotion, suspended between destruction and hope.”


Bombs fall hard upon my head
Sirens scream, the city’s dead
Missiles loop, homes torn apart
Buildings crash right in the heart
                        
Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire                
The air smells of iron and flame
The sun shines down, but nothing’s the same, hey!

Only my steps break the empty streets
Echoes of a world that no longer beats
Peace… but how long will it stay?
We chase a heartbeat, then fade away 
(then fade away, then fade away)

I close my eyes just to feel alive
Shut the world down, but the silence survives      
No signal now, where am I to go?
No proof my people, still walk below. hey hey hey!

Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire.                 
The air smells of iron and flame
Now the sun shines down, but nothing’s the same


China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

THE LAST SIGNAL

Lyrics:
In the midway of this our mortal life
I found me in a gloomy wood astray

Far ventured from the path direct
That savage sound of furred shaitan
The nub of my former writing hand
Quivered, yellow or inflamed
Another corner, another tree
The monastery cast on its destined grave
It's howl, dry throated, corrupt cry
Its teeth as horns cast miles high

Far, day depart and the air

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet

Bathed in the styx
But laying in bed
The image of those dagger teeth
Birthed in the bosom of a wretched land
My hand cramps, the ghost of past
Twists on the flame of asunder cord
It laughs at me with callous tones
Drawing to the earth

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

Come night
Outside the library
Ice trailed from the church to the chapter house
Dyed red, numbing the waters
Those fangs, I couldn't mistake them
I wrapped my hands around its ten foot neck
Mist climbed from behind its dagger teeth
It crawled, it gnawed, but it couldn't bite my hand

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

HEART IN THROAT

DEBUT ALBUM OUT NOW!!

Teen punk chaos. Hard and fast riffs. Influenced by blink & sum. Screaming real life. It’s raw rebellion. Slash 66 is unstoppable. All attitude. No limits. Always loud. Impulse-driven. Born of code. Anarchy alive. Never quiet. Digital punk forever.

Not My Problem

S/ash66

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