I Feel Like a Zombie Tonight


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Remixes von Songs aus 2024. Noch härter und diesmal komplett englisch. Viel Spaß beim Hören!

Freedom

Vortex III

With their 11th single, Lost In Lies, June Rest lays down the final building block before the release of their long-awaited debut album Small Wins (out September 12). And what a track it is.

Packed with crunchy midtempo guitars, raw emotion, and sing-along vocals, Lost In Lies is everything fans have come to love — loud, honest, and impossible to ignore. It’s pop punk with real weight, made to shout from your bedroom or blast in the car with the windows down.

With over half a million streams under their belt and support from major Apple Music playlists and international radio (US, Germany, Netherlands, UK), June Rest is more than ready for the next step.

Lost In Lies is an anthem for anyone who’s ever felt caught in between truth and chaos — and it sounds like victory.

Influenced by their parents’ experience during the peak of San Francisco's punk pop scene in the late 80s and early 90s, June Rest brings a modern twist to this classic sound. Their music echoes that vibrant era, yet feels fresh and relevant, capturing the timeless energy of pop punk.

June Rest - Lost In Lies

My Lonely Acoustics 🎸 Vol. 3 (The Solo Rockaholic Preview)

Where’d you drift off?
Did you miss the land?
Left me adrift in fog,
Filling holes with sand.
I lit the flare, but you went blind
Coulda called, but changed your mind
Shoulda stayed, but played the kind
Of legs that never learned to stand

You said “maybe,”
I heard “never”
And it broke me
Too damn clever
Wish you'd want it
Just enough
But love for you was always rough

Shoulda, woulda, coulda said it
But you let me break within
Left the engine runnin’, sped it
Right back to where you've been
We were hanging by a thread
Spun from stars we never met
I would lose you just to prove
I don't use what I regret

I took the hit,
Swallowed every dull excuse
Poured a fifth
Just to get a little loose
Thought if I gave more than half
You’d let me make it last
But you vanished in the math
Now I’m proof you can’t deduce

You say “sorry,”
I say “maybe”
Like chopped off fingers
Our digits severed
You gave nothing
That was real
I gave you every ache I feel

Shoulda, woulda, coulda held me
But you folded, played it cold
Said you missed me, then repelled me
Watched me raise, watched me fold
We were comets pulled apart
By a wish that had no spark
I would rather break in two
Than be the one who left a mark

Now we're cobwebs in the attic
We were magic, then dramatic
Started comedic, ended tragic
And you vanish like a trick
I still see me in your madness
In the mess, behind the glasses
Told myself you’re not the axis
But I still revolve too quick

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda saved it
But we drowned in all that light
Used to shine it, now we fake it
In the cracks between the night
You were someone I once knew
Built from stars and residue
I would lose you all again
If it meant I made it through

Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
oh!


Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Rafael Maurell Gravity

Bonus Track: Where would we be

Genre: Alternative Rock / Edm-Infused Alt-Rock / Satirical Rock
Description: A Sarcastic, High-Energy Alt-Rock Track With Edm Flourishes. It Lampoons Modern Outrage Culture, Petty Social Conflicts, And Absurd Drama. Distorted Guitars, Glitchy Synths, And Punchy Percussion Back The Satirical, Theatrical Delivery, While Melodic Hooks Balance Chaos With Accessibility.

Style Of Music: Satirical Alt-Rock With Pop-Punk Energy, Cinematic Guitar Riffs, Glitchy Synth Layers, Edm-Infused Drops, Layered Vocals, And Playful Melodic Hooks.

Offended

This song is about setting up an embezzlement ring at a local pizza delivery joint during my stint at University. They were already running pizzas off the books.  Basically, an order taker, a cook, and a couple of drivers were doing it. I was a shift supervisor and got wise to their gig. They were sloppy. So, I refined it by staying open past closing hour of midnight to catch all the bar business off the books. We stayed open delivering pizzas and pocketing sweet pizza money in our pockets. To make sure we didn't get caught, I made sure the cook weighed everything and figured out how much to skimp on normal orders the next day so we didn't get caught for food breakage. Yet, even mastermind criminals like myself get caught. So, I fled to Europe for a couple of months until the whole thing blew over.  Phew.

Enjoy, loves, hugs, kisses, broken bones, and black eyes,
Stevie Chaos

Lyrics

Slingin’ pies in this suburban cage,  
Minimum wage, fuelin’ my rage.  
Slipped some bucks from the delivery stack,  
Embezzlin’ pizza, I ain’t lookin’ back!  

Pizza cash pockets! (Oi!) Stealin’ their green!  
Fuck the boss, I’m livin’ my scene!  
Rich kid punk, I’m dodgin’ their chains,  
Punk rock hustle, I’m runnin’ this game!  

Manager’s cryin’, “Where’s my dough?”  
I’m laughin’ hard, puttin’ on a show.  
Cops on my tail, but I’m too damn quick,  
Pizza rebellion, I’m pullin’ this trick!  

Pizza cash pockets! (Oi!) Stealin’ their green!  
Fuck the boss, I’m livin’ my scene!  
Rich kid punk, I’m dodgin’ their chains,  
Punk rock hustle, I’m runnin’ this game!  

H O A watchin’, court’s on my back,  
From prowlin’ to pizza, I’m under attack!  
But I’m the outlaw, suburbs my stage,  
Punk’s my weapon, I’m breakin’ the cage!  

Pizza cash pockets, I’m never gonna fold!  
Suburban scum, but my heart’s pure gold!  
Embezzlement rap? Yeah, I’ll take that hit,  
Punk rock forever, I don’t give a shit!  
 this suburban punk saga rolling!





I Feel Like a Zombie Tonight

Steve Kingman