Alternative Rock

Stuff I Like 16

An Abundance of Alternatives

SpukSchreibMaschine

Rock & Blues

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Tough Guy

Song 6

Tough Guy

123BPM

D♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

I don't know shit about a car man
I just really needa get far man
Lost in a foreign land
Get up, get up
It's your last chance
One step short of my last dance
I've been sittin round with my dick in my hand
I'm not really playing anymore
Anymore
But now I'm feeling stronger than before
Than before
Bitch I got the power of the force 
Will you adore me
We are living in a world
Where you must forage for a story
And I'm not really playing anymore

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

And I don't need the devil
He needs me
I don't fuck around man
I plant seeds
Bitch, I am, niche 
Everything I need isn't just handed to me
I'll be leaving in the AM air b and b
They don't wanna listen gotta grease m with speech
N everything ya heard never came out of my beak
N anything you say will never matter to me

It must be nice
Having everything handed to you
Come on I know it’s nice 
Having everything handed to you
You’ll never work a day in your life

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy

Buffalo Avenue

Tough Guy

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Tough Guy (Ft. Mike)

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Song 10

Bastard Son

140BPM

E♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Imagine that
It was a hit or a miss
And you can't enjoy a second of a minute you live
I don't appreciate the tiny little bit that you did
And I don't give a shit your at the top of my hit list

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

I'm a bastard
Never wanna finish my task dude
Your so rude
If it's a mutual agreement well I need proof
I find myself believing what is not true
It's because of
Because I needed you
But I don't need you
I don't need you
(And I don't need you)

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

When will you relieve
Me of the weight upon my shoulders
I was thinking now that I’m getting older
We could have just one
Conversation without yelling

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

You’re a far off memory
A broken fever dream
And everything got bizarre 
Floating endlessly in the dark

There's a ghost in the house
He hops all around
Ooo ooo
Get out, get out, get out

Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family
Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family

Imagine that the perfect family tree
That would’ve enticed Adam and Eve 

You son of a bitch 
You couldn’t take the heat 
But you’d never admit that 
Which is sad and it made me so mad
But I forgive
And it’s more than you deserve

Bastard Son

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Psychotic Depession - Shuriqen

Columbia Cold(prod.doozy99)

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

Appearing on the album Seven Years To Dust, Is That All There Is is a new song from These Guitars Say Sorry.

Is That All There Is - These Guitars Say Sorry

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

It just goes round and round.
The trouble is always convincing the crowd.
Keep your ears to the ground. 
A thorn in the side of them all.

One goes in, and one comes out.
Each one the same as the last time around.
There is no truth to be found.
The same result now comes about. 

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

A tiny bit down at the mouth.
Years of this crap have taken it out.
Will a change come about? 
When each thing just revolves around.

The man that proposed to be king.
Has to be mad to dream of such things.
As more wait in the wings.
Each one the same as the last.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Let's say we throw them all out.
Have we got a plan for what happens without.
The leaders that were kicking out.
How will this change come about?

The old man who sits on the throne.
Feasting as all of the rest of us groan.
There's a truth we have shown.
None of us change on our own.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Revolution Song

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Amanda

Fire Water

Website

Loneliness

If Time Was Real

**Laxá & Heima Kvartett - "1 Ket"**  Dreamy Post Rock

A contemplative journey through light and shadow, "1 Ket" unfurls with delicate, melodic guitar patterns that glimmer like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a misty horizon. The strings of the Heima Kvartett weave a luminous tapestry, their rich harmonies gently ebbing and flowing like waves meeting a quiet shore. Slow, driving drum beats pulse steadily beneath the surface, grounding the ethereal atmosphere while subtly propelling it forward.  

Each note feels like a breath, suspended in time, as the piece builds with a tender patience, evoking a profound sense of introspection and longing. Laxá & Heima Kvartett deliver a masterclass in restraint, crafting a soundscape that is as much about the spaces between the notes as the melodies themselves. "1 Ket" is a dream wrapped in sound—a delicate balance of melancholy and hope, perfect for moments of quiet reflection.  

1 Ket by Laxá [Dreamy Post Rock]

The Wicked 3itch Is Dead!

Get Over It

Hot night. A quiet float into memory, distance, and time that no longer flows.
"Twenty-Two Dreams" is a nocturnal dream-loop — minimal, melancholic, and soulfull. Written in the heat of a sleepless night, it traces the soft collapse of waiting, remembering, and endlessly looping back to the one heartbeat question:

“Where are you?”

This is a track for late hours, faded lights, and the space between love and loss.