Is this goth pop? Or have does that even exist! Reminds me of The Damned circa 1985!

Oh lord
Good good lord
Send me an Angel down

I know it’s far to go
I know it’s hard to send an Angel to stoop so low
Trust me I know
I know I may not even deserve this prayer at all

Show me your patience
Send me your graces good lord
Send me an Angel down.

Oh lord
God good lord
Send me an Angel now

I’m not fooled just yet
I’ve not been fooled into thinking that all of your good things are lies
Thought twice bout that
I know there’s love

Show me your patience
Send me your graces
Good lord
Send me and Angel down

Good lord
Good good lord
I need an Angel now

The Burn House

Angels Are Literally Real

I gave my love to a little white rabbit
She took my heart out, turned it into seven children
We got a house and put everything in it
We got a van and drove to the edge of our limits

Okay.
It’s good.

Don’t tempt my dog and don’t touch my woman
My kids might bite you and I’ll give them a ribbon
We all are mad here and we’re shit-eaten grinnin’
We got our minds driven to the edge of our limits

Okay.
It’s good.

I gave my love to a little white rabbit
She took my heart out, turned it into seven children
We got our wonders and we got our signs and miracles
We got our lights off and we’re planting fields of marigolds

Okay.
It’s good.

The Edge Of Our Limits

I know I heard you call my name.
Sun rises and it lights the day.

I can feel you shake my blood awake,
My heart to give, my soul to take.
I bleed for comfort, I need to break.
The mind is racing, the name is made,
Right here.
Right now.
In the moments of life that pass through the clouds.
You do.
You doubt.
If you go back and forth you can never get out.

Just be saved.

Wake

They say I burnt down my house
I’d burn down this town if I could.
This place is home to all manner of devils and demons and ghouls and mindless buffoons.


They say that I am psycho,
I’d say I’m managing well.
All of the lies run free through the aisles knocking the goods off the shelf


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.


The friends that we made were bundled with hatred I never knew I needed to vanquish.
The circles they drew were melted together from all the heat of their self-loathing measures


The flames lick the roof and punch a hole through it to reach to the sky and burn down the blueing
The masks are all ashes and dust covered faces revealing their singular mission to break us.


And it’s my job to burn up my victory
To spend it and give you relief
The darkness that lights up from the flames of this house
It’s worse than I ever believed.


And it’s my job to see all your secrets.
They hide in the cracks of the streets.
The willingness of the police state
To make me anything other than free


And it’s my job to watch as my children
Become the next victims you seek.
You people all failed and so you only can
Live now vicariously.


And it’s my job to trade in the names that I’ve earned.
I now am just charges and scenes.
All the world is one big stage and
none of the grass down here is green.


And it’s my job to pick up the pieces
And act like they were never broken
The burn house is an inside joke
The only person not laughing is me.
The only person still laughing is me.
The only person who’ll get past this is me.
The only person that’s hurting is me.
The only person that’s mourning is me.
The only person that’s burning is me

I'm being framed for arson, and this series of events has done things to my life that are biblical in nature, unfathomable, unrealistic, like a bad acid trip that I can't wake up from.

So I wrote an album, and turned the darkness into light, because I am a warrior guided by God himself, and you'll have to kill me to take my light out of this world.

I saw your ghost in La Porte Indiana, and I'm never going back, neither for love, nor for war. I saw my face, in the hollows of your eyes, why do we care about the whys, the whats, the wheres, the whens, the hows?
I came in to this world, on a boat on the ocean, and you came and you carried me home...

For Love, Or For War

Apocalytic Drama Psy-house in an inceptic hypnotic groove. Progressive house-techhouse shit

Just burn it all.

Daniel's Theme

shadows of us (original version)

Wheel of Glass

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdBONPEt9wg

In the Wilderness No 7

In the Wilderness No 7 & Video Link

4 Death

Open the Sky

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

🇬🇧
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

shadows of us (original version)

Stephan B

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