LYRICS

Eh, L'ami
Regardes, Les autres
Là-bas
Ils sont soûls
Regardes leur gueule de bois
Ils font la queue
Chaque fin du mois
Ils font la queue
Chaque matin je crois
Pour aller au bouleau
Ils disent

On n'a pas le choix
On n'a pas le choix
Oui, On n'a pas le choix
Mais oui, oui On n'a pas le choix

Un matin
Mon boss me disait
"Pourquoi tu n'bosses pas?"
Je lui ai répondu

Fatigué de ne pas faire des choix
Fatigué de ne pas faire des choix
Fatigué de ne pas faire des choix
Fatigué de ne pas faire des choix

Je ne sais pas si tu vois ce que je veux dire
Les autres là-bas
C'est pas que je m'en fous mais
En fait je m'en fous

j'ai pas le choix
j'ai pas le choix
Oui, j'ai pas le choix
Mais oui, oui j'ai pas le choix




J'ai pas le choix

Make Believe

the bench/023

Le règne de la liberté commence seulement là où l'on cesse de travailler par nécessité. 

Champagne tastes different after the factory

Join Damian as he sits down with Matt Walst from Three Days Grace to dive into their brand-new album Alienation and the powerful single “Kill Me Fast”. Matt opens up about the creative inspiration behind the record, the band’s evolving sound, and how the return of Adam Gontier has impacted their dynamic and live performances.

We also explore how Three Days Grace balance sharing vocals on both fresh material and classic hits, their recent Canadian tour highlights, and exciting plans for upcoming UK shows. To top it off, Matt imagines his ultimate dream festival line-up, giving fans a fun and personal glimpse into his musical world.

Whether you’re a long-time fan or discovering Three Days Grace for the first time, this interview is packed with insights, energy, and stories you won’t want to miss.

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Videographer: Damian FitzGerald
Editor: Damian FitzGerald
Producer: Damian FitzGerald

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Inside the New Era of Three Days Grace: Matt Walst on Alienation & Adam Gontier’s Return

If anyone ever thiis roots ever? It's 2025 and I sensed a shift from 2024 on an emotional collective basis. But Harry's wand shoots 'vetctors' one of a kind. Shpongle gig wasn't everything that had been ever waited for and so I ended up on this song. Told by a 3d-soulbeing, who awkwardly seems so to be autistic sometimes. Or maybe he is, Nebula Song might fall or rise, let's see... 

LYRICS:

What do you want to do with your Life? Save yourself, or drown The hippies, down The Drain of yesterday's files, secrets of your dirty backpack, shorty droppin facts, and Walkin Miles 'cause end of The Road way too Black, Fade him dont text, wait Till he IS dead and flex, you're going to Be next, to change The bellringing, Hell IS when you're clinging, tell him it's you aiming, no wonder baby's name IS, Hailey, lamest party ever, bye bye, email full of unfinished sympathy, while you were gone I got The Alien empathy, devil in your eyes made me lose My mind, so I left and listened to enchanted, always More and More Time, to get social and entangled, for sure I Will lay on My Back, The weed in The microchip IS Well curated, a fact, and while you play The trick I Will find a way to get Back on tracks, saturated fat, pieces of foodpuzzle wake you up, too late to cover that with Make up, fools hazzle and Bake potatoes, drake, Kendrick and jay-z get anxiety as toast, garlic and roasted! (But hey, We Are closed...)

//younger generation get poor on xanax, I bleed to see Blood, fools elevate their mind being bloods, level aint done before you arrive at The teleport, pass Out, your choice so Make IT yours, but remember Luke, use The force, dont forget The doors, led Zeppelin, take two trippin', every actionmovie you ever wanted, lickin' a guitar neck with tentacles, alphabell and action//

//Alphabell, breathe in, alphabets, breathe Out, what a flex, see him, what The fuck, love her//x2
//Metalwatch, dollarsign, methbatch, business man, legalshit, rocking, level: trip, drinks with a fan//x2

Clubsetting IS lit, only If you happen to own tits, The feeling you get when mdma kicks in, we Are here together after a decade, If you play guitar don't hit legato, your decision made you The person you are, OR, your person decided WHO you follow? No matter what, sicily IS where The mafia IS, fascinating ice castle, iceland, there wasn't speed in ireland, only poor people and More sentiment, that's why you are so Paranoid, The DJ wants empty dancefloor, or Even knows you, and wants you Out? Ever Been to underground raves? They are so loud, your heart might start whispering, get Out before they all turn ghosts! reckless souls and orgy hosts, Shoes like dancing, climbing over a fence five am, your buddies smile all fucked up, you're still empty 'cause The future haunts, hype to stay Alive, isnt that what you're supposed to say? Get a FIX to insert drama, and Be princess one more Time, Enya, flow so fresh like lime, you whiteboys feed on grime, Walter white's choice, do a classic crime, cancer in your telephone, hugging your TV hands tied, maybe The club afterall was retarded, braindead, and tired! General Atomics...

//younger generation get poor on buprenorphine, I bleed to Be alive, fools elevate their mind being cribs, level aint done before you arrive at The teleport, dreams, rest in piece My love, but remember Luke, use The force, dont forget The doors, Jefferson Airplane, take three trippin', every romantic comedy you ever wanted, pounding a drumset with tentacles, alphabell and The end...//

This IS The end, beautiful friend,  The end, My only friend... The end! 😈 Beautiful friend, The end!

losing connection...

This is an instrumental track that needs a vocal line for a future album.

Now, We've Fallen

Now, We’ve Fallen

When everything's so loud around you, that you don't know anymore if you're dreaming or if it's real

Transgenic Mornings

👇 LYRICS BELOW, HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

Intro (whisper)

Yeah… feel like static in my veins.


Verse 1

Cold cigarettes, cheap coats, I walk the midnight mall,

Mirror shows a stranger, I don't know him at all.

Mama says "be patient", friends just say "move on",

But they see the cover, never read the song.

Black roses on my dashboard, tears on my sleeve,

Phone full of unread texts from ghosts that won't leave.

They paint me like the villain in a story I ain't wrote,

They point and smile, don't know the bleeding in my throat.


Pre-Chorus (soft, sung)

I watch the city sleep and feel like I'm awake,

Every laugh's a thunder that I never get to break.


Chorus (melodic, echo)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Verse 2 (rapbed, confessional)

Pop another label, "weird" stamped on my chest,

They hand me pity like a gift, like that’s supposed to fix the rest.

I write love letters to a room that never keeps my light,

Play my feelings on a loop, still sleep through the night.

Tattooed memories, names I left behind —

I burn them in my verses, hope they fade in time.

Demons in the closet, angels on the stair,

I pray to empty ceilings, nobody answers there.


Pre-Chorus (breathy)

I trace the scar above my heart, memorize the pain,

Life's a late-night show and I'm the actor with no name.


Chorus (melodic, bigger)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Bridge (vulnerable, slowed)

They whisper "fix him", like pain’s a thing you can replace,

I keep a bottle of apologies hidden in my place.

Sometimes I taste the wrong things, trying to feel right,

But I only end up hollow when the morning steals the night.

If love is a language, I forgot how to speak,

All my pages are blank and my knees are getting weak.


Breakdown (hazy, lo‑fi)

Static halo, static halo — calling out but no reply,

Static halo, static halo — plastered smile beneath the sky.

I drown in crowded rooms, I float in empty beds,

Nightmares tuck me in with all the songs inside my head.


Chorus (final, echoing)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Outro (soft, almost spoken)

Maybe one day they'll hear the sorrow in my tone,

Till then I'll wear this halo like it's carved into my bone.

Static in my veins — I feel it when I breathe,

Outcast forever, but I keep dreaming, keep believing.

(...Static...)

STATIC

🖤✨ You Were The Ruin (Rework)
by The Miracle Syndicate

Footsteps fading into nothing,  
Falling back where you once stood.
Words unspoken choke the silence, 
Cut in dust and splintered wood.

I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway, 
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Hands in pockets, cold in summer, 
Trains still hum a fractured tune. 
I pretend I never wonder, 
But the night still sings of you.
 
I don’t speak your name, I bury 
Every sound before it breaks. 
Shadows crawl beneath the doorway,
You were gone before you came.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around. 
If you stayed, would it feel the same? 
Or was it lost before you came?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love

Stone and silence, steel and sighs,
Every ending feels like a lie.
Would you know me now, at all?
Or just the ghost against the wall?

Can you hear me now?

Love, love, love, this hopeless love, love, love.

Mmmm-hmmm.

You were the ruin, I was the ground, 
You let it crumble, never turned around.
No one stays, no one stays,
You were the ruin anyway.

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

You Were The Ruin

You Were The Ruin (Rework)

@palplatine_music

https://youtube.com/@627_music?feature=shared

The wound is where the light enters.  —Rumí

Painful Records stands for independence, integrity, and emotion in sound. What began as a small studio project has grown into a creative collective reaching listeners across continents. This document marks our commitment to continue building something meaningful — one release at a time.

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

I will bring together the reality of life to reflect on love, people, broken-hearts, family issues, overcoming difficulties, so that we can cultivate clarity, adapt with grace, and create more wishful songs that will gain your and our trust, as well as being the best artist for you. Maybe even more than what I have said... maybe I can make my songs Therapeutic for you all? <3
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Here is my AI Music I made cuz I'm getting lazy... sometimes --> https://suno.com/@jaelynn_mslustdrug 

I am also on GENIUS LYRICS! --> https://genius.com/Ms_LustDrug

I started The Radamaan Project as a kind of workshop where different musicians can come and go. I won’t always be the lead singer. In fact, I only want to sing a few of my songs myself. Most of them, I either don't want to sing or can't, because they require vocal skills I don't have.

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I identify as Japanese melodic bum-crust-punk!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duBmHBKUwis&list=PLsRwZVSCpnc1OOK5XELcpU_wjs-nHm-BM&index=5

I'm also a hardcore sludgeman, just took a little while to realize it! (That's what you get when you listen to too much Taylor Swift) New Orleans good old jazz city. :)
I want my younger little sister to join Northuldra as a guitarist! Could be a mostly girls band, something like Messa on the vocals. :) Teengirls playing satanistic sludge! xD

You see, some folks just have to be satanist. Like god didn't appreciate them aswell! Lutheran Christian customs are not for me, nor is kneeling to any particular religion. Simply: satanist!

New tracks tagged #ALIENATION