I like to thank OTU (Moonic productions) and Julian Iturrieta for making this song possible

By the look in your eyes

A Rock-Metal banger with smokin' leads and an 80s Hair Band vibe

Tumble

Life's Dance

Dust devils dance
Across this barren land
No water no food
Just memories in my hand
Of your sweet face

The sun it beats
My strength retreats

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

Rattlesnake bites
The vultures circle high
My throat burns
Underneath a pitiless sky
The end it nears

Remember the rain
Remember the fire
Remember the pain
Remember desire
It's all the same

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

What can I do

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

Voices upon awakening

Without you

Some what of a throwback  to the 50's.  Track gradually picks up more feeling along the way.  Melancholy vibes throughout.

Fly Me Away

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9/12/2025  
all of it was redone top to bottom in my usual pattern of being a nutjob ..
This version is mixed down in Fl . 
added a guitar solo and a bit of a longer ending 
lyric collab with my son Qethaladum ( thank you and love you )
thank you as always for giving a listen

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"Suppression of Dissent"

Their weapons
met to hold you down
No need for fear or hope
guided by a blatant heresy  

Racked by a conscience
Held in place by what they will
The race has long since ended
But not the illusion they portray

this hopeless journey
one racked with consequence
the lack of freedoms
embedded in a mirror of fucking lies

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Suppression of Dissent

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An excuse  
for what will never be
an imitation 
their warped reality
your Tamed and Fed
by hands that are unseen
but you are Raised on doubt
and drunk on "insecurity"
they let you taste
while holding tight on the reins 
but in the end 
you will just never be - free 

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Suppression of Dissent

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In my visions
I have come to find
There is no escape
Only a mirage of time
In the present form
Your soul has decayed
No more of a future 
for the Obsolete human
What they envision
and What you were met to be
your fate was sealed 
before you opened your eyes

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Niurios - Suppression of Dissent

Beaconwake out now!

The chase at its most desperate. A storm surging beneath every step, pulling faster, harder, further — the frantic pursuit of love slipping away into the tide.

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Released via Phantomline Records — © 2025 Phantomline Records

Driftseeker

Into the Abyss of Dreams

"SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS"

Written by Travis Theaks & Ilana
Sound Engineer – LaNoir
Performed by Fallout
Label - FixedRecords

Written by Travis for us — we thank him for the time he took to address this subject. 40,000 children vanished overnight out of Ukraine. Two days in the news — then silence....but not forgotten! They have no voice. Yes, Travis — we can be that voice. And we will. So for all of them… SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAM!

THERE ARE WHISPERS IN THE ALLEYS,
DEALS INKED IN BARS AND BACK CAFÉS.
PUPPET MEN IN POLISHED SUITS —
THEY LIE WHILE THE WORLD DECAYS.

TONGUE-TIED — FEAR HAS SEALED OUR LIPS,
TRUTH BURIED IN THE BILE THEY SPIT.
COLD LIES SPILL FROM EVERY SCREEN,
AND THE STENCH IS THICK AND MEAN.
LED LIKE CATTLE DOWN THE TRACK,
WILLING STEPS — NO LOOKING BACK.
THE BLACK TRAINS LOAD, THE COGS BEGIN,
ANOTHER CULL, ANOTHER SIN.

IT WON’T BE SHOWN ON THE NEWS,
BUT IT’S WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THE WALLS.
THIS FRACTURE CANNOT HOLD
THIS SYSTEM’S ABOUT TO FALL.

SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
WE RISE, WE BREAK THE CHAINS.
RAISE UP YOUR FISTS AND BANNERS
LET FIRE CLEANSE THE STAINS.
SHOUT IT FROM THE RUINS!
A BETTER DAWN MUST BURN.
TAKE BACK WHAT THEY HAVE STOLEN
MAKE THEM TWIST AND TURN!

PARASITES BEHIND THE DOORS
HAVE DRAINED US DRY, DEMANDED MORE.
WITH HIDDEN LAWS, THEY FEED THEIR CREED,
WHILE WE STARVE AND THEY STILL BLEED.
WE’VE BEEN NUMB, ASLEEP TOO LONG
BUT NOW THE STREETS WILL SING OUR SONG.
THEIR TIME HAS COME, WE WON’T RETREAT
WE’LL TURN THE LIES TO HEAT.

IT WON’T BE SHOWN ON THE NEWS,
BUT IT’S WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THE WALLS.
THE SKY IS CRACKING OPEN
THIS EMPIRE’S BOUND TO FALL.

SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
WE RISE, WE BREAK THE CHAINS.
RAISE UP YOUR FISTS AND BANNERS
LET FIRE CLEANSE THE STAINS.
SHOUT IT FROM THE RUINS!
A BETTER DAWN MUST BURN.
TAKE BACK WHAT THEY HAVE STOLEN
MAKE THEM TWIST AND TURN!

ONE PEOPLE — BUT THEY SPLIT THE THREAD,
TURNED OUR HUNGER INTO DREAD.
KEPT US POOR, KEPT US COLD
WHILE THEIR BANQUET NIGHTS UNFOLD.
WITH E M P'S IN SHAKING HANDS,
WE RISE — UNITED WHERE WE STAND.
NO MORE FEAR, NO MORE DIVIDE
THIS IS THE PEOPLE’S TIDE.

IT WON’T BE SHOWN ON THE NEWS,
BUT IT’S WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THE WALLS.
THIS SILENCE SCREAMS REVOLUTION
AND SOON THE CURTAIN FALLS.

SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
WE RISE, WE BREAK THE CHAINS.
RAISE UP YOUR FISTS AND BANNERS
LET FIRE CLEANSE THE STAINS.
SHOUT IT FROM THE RUINS!
A BETTER DAWN MUST BURN.
TAKE BACK WHAT THEY HAVE STOLEN
MAKE THEM TWIST AND TURN!

WE WANT A WORLD THAT’S FAIR AND FREE
NOT THIS GHOST OF LIBERTY.
WE’VE LIVED IN CAGES MADE OF FEAR,
BUT THE RECKONING IS NEAR.
LET THE WINDS OF CHANGE ARISE,
ASH AND SMOKE IN POISONED SKIES.
THE TIME HAS COME — WE STAND AS ONE
THE WAR FOR PEACE HAS JUST BEGUN.

RESTORE OUR STOLEN RIGHTS,
SHELTER, FOOD, AND FIRELIGHT.
THE 0.1% STILL FEED
WHILE OUR KIDS BLEED.
BUT THE BLACKENED SUN WILL RISE,
RETURN OUR KIDS!
BECAUSE TRUTH WILL TEAR THE LIES.

Ruins We Still Worship

SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS

Phantom Pay (HM fashion roast)

👉 https://elasticstage.com/esreleasesf06/releases/french-touch-album

Le vinyle est prêt, pressé à la demande.
Une descente en groove dans les coulisses de la French Touch.
Boîtes à rythmes poussiéreuses, synthés analogiques et fantômes du Rex Club.
💿 Pour ceux qui ont dansé tard, et écoutent encore.
🎧 Commande ici :
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🇬🇧
The vinyl is ready — pressed on demand.
A groove-soaked dive into the backrooms of French Touch.
Dusty drum machines, analog synths, and the ghosts of Parisian nights.
💿 For those who danced late, and still listen.
🎧 Order here:
👉 https://elasticstage.com/esreleasesf06/releases/french-touch-album

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Stephan B