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"The Sands of Time" by Velvet Petals is an energetic blast of raw alternative/indie rock. Fueled by driving guitar riffs, a powerful rhythm section, and urgent male vocals, the track questions the passage of time, fading choices, and identity ('Are we unnamed?'). With a memorable 'Echoes... in time we fade' hook and a fiery guitar solo, it captures a driving, questioning energy perfect for fans of high-octane rock. #AlternativeRock #IndieRock #VelvetPetals #TheSandsOfTime #Energetic #GuitarDriven #Echoes

The Sands of Time

Just Looking - Stereophonics

Where's Your Head At

A new recording of an old track of ours originally recorded in 1998 at Castlesound Studios, Pencaitland. This version is to be released on the "Invisible Man" EP by VEER which is out on all major platforms from 25/07/25

"Us Ourselves Alone" by VEER

How many tears before we learn

"Yellow and Red" by Russell Nomer is a heartfelt 80s-inspired rock ballad released today, July 24, 2025, at 02:13 PM EDT, as a tribute memorial to the legendary Hulk Hogan. This anthemic song honors his iconic Hulkamania legacy with nostalgia, patriotism, and triumph. Featuring soaring guitars, warm piano melodies, and powerful drums, it takes you on an emotional journey from quiet reflection to a stadium-ready finale, celebrating his larger-than-life impact. Produced with warm analog compression and a dynamic range that shines on any device, it’s a bittersweet celebration of strength and friendship. Stream now and join the tribute!


ASCAP Work ID: 931179045 | ISRC: QT5AM2579045

Lyrics:

Yellow and Red (Gold & Red)
By: Russell Nomer July 24, 2025  

Sunrise on a Thursday, Plainview feels too quiet 
Scrollin' through the headlines, trying to deny it 
Takes me back to childhood, a fuzzy TV screen 
A larger-than-life power, a brand new kind of scene 
With a tearin' of the T-shirt and a cupping of the ear 
You showed the world a strength that could conquer any fear 
You were more than just a wrestler, you were a lightning strike 
In yellow and in red, on my rusty ten-speed bike.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone? 
When the prayers and vitamins can't help us carry on? 
You were a real American, a hero to the end 
The world got a little darker today, my brother, my friend. 
Hulkamania's runnin' quiet, a flag is at half-mast 
A legacy in gold and red, that was built to last.

We all tied on our bandanas, we all did the flexing pose 
From Madison Square Garden, to wherever the story goes 
Your theme song lit the rafters, gave our hearts a song 
Your fire taught me courage when the nights felt long.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone? 
When the prayers and vitamins still help us carry on? 
You were a real American, a spark that never bends 
The world lost a true legend today, my brother, my friend. 
Hulkamania's runnin' quiet, a flag is at half-mast 
A legacy in gold and red, that was built to last.

The roar of the arena, it slowly fades away 
The script is put aside now at the closing of the day 
The body pays the cost for the giant that it holds 
And the story of the man is the greatest one that's told 
So Terry takes a final bow, when the curtain has to fall 
Behind the 'stache, you stood up straight and gave us all your all.

And oh, "Whatcha gonna do?" now that you're gone?! 
Our prayers and vitamins WILL help us carry on! 

 'Cause you were a real American, a hero to the end! 
And we'll never ever forget you, my brother, my friend! 
Hulkamania's runnin' forever, it'll never be the past! 
Your legacy in gold and red was BUILT TO LAST!

"Whatcha gonna do, brother..." 


Yellow and Red

An epic rock tale of love's devastating aftermath, chronicling the journey from complete devotion to emotional purgatory. The song explores the contradictory feelings of loving and hating someone who left, capturing the torment of being simultaneously freed and destroyed by their departure. Raw vocals convey the agony of living with an empty soul in limbo.

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Lyrics by Kenneth Carlino

Depths of Purgatory

Yesterday my razor died halfway through the crime,
Half my head went bald while the beard kept dragging time.
I looked like a TV nightmare from a trippy ’70s run,
Panic in my bones—this joke ain’t fun.

I grabbed a blunt old knife and tried to fix the wreck,
Carved at my own face till the mirror snapped my neck.
Gray on my chin, wild in my stare,
Twenty years younger at first glance—then… beware.

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Blood on the tiles, nowhere to run.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out,
The mirror laughs while I black out.

No way I’m walking streets looking like this mess,
Can’t pick up the kids like a horror in a dress.
Tomorrow is a wedding, the next day someone’s gone—
But I can’t face a soul with this face put on.

I can’t go out! I can’t go out!
What have I done? What have I done?

My darling—my new-found flame,
What will you see when I call your name?
I swore I’d take your hand and dance at the ball,
Now I’m hiding from the town, can’t face them at all.
Not welcome at the Zoo with this carnival head,
I’m a sideshow creature the crowd would dread.

Panic hits hard—what am I to do?
Could I glue back the beard? Could I glue back the ’do?
“Sure—it must work,” I said without a thought,
Grabbed the wrong tub… now curls I never bought.

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Hair set like concrete, nightmare won.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out,
Every pore is screaming loud.

Tape it? Staple it? Hide it with a hood?
Patchwork monster—does it do me any good?
Hands keep shaking, heartbeat drums—
This is the chaos a mirror becomes.

What have I done? (Say it!)
What have I done? (Say it!)
Can’t go out—can’t go out—
What have I done?!

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Glue and blood under a dying sun.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out…
Fade the lights—leave me with my shout.

Glue & Blood

Stereophonics - Have A Nice Day

👉 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

How many tears before we learn

Stephan B