Step right up to the Gaslight Olympics—a satirical EDM banger that turns psychological manipulation into a stadium-sized parody event. With pounding bass, glitchy drops, and absurd sports commentary woven into the beat, this track transforms denial, deflection, projection, and fake apologies into a darkly comedic competition. Built for late-night clubs, festivals, and meme culture, it layers crowd chants, absurd horns, and a hook that refuses to let go. Reality always wins—but not before the chaos erupts in full psychedelic glory.

Lyrics:

“Welcome back to the Gaslight Olympics—
today’s finals in Denial, Deflection, Projection, and Tears.”

“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”
“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”

He said, “That never happened, babe, you’re losing it,”
Replay shows the tape—he still refuses it.
Judges raise their cards, ten out of ten,
Classic Denial Dive, he’s done it again.

Mental gymnastics, bend and twist,
Points for the lies the crowd can’t resist.
No proof, no shame, it’s all on display,
Another gold medal in the blame relay.

Gaslight Olympics, crown the king,
Turn the truth into a circus ring.
Spin it, flip it, watch him deny,
But the replay shows, we know, we know.

“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”
“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”

Next event, the Deflection Dash,
Change the subject in a lightning flash.
“She’s too emotional, always mad,”
The crowd erupts—it’s the best he’s had.

And here comes the Projection Spin,
Accuse her of the mess that he’s swimming in.
“Don’t trust her—she’s got someone new,”
But the side chick’s waving right there in view.
Judges shake their heads, crowd’s in tears,
Bronze medal earned for those fake fears.

“And now, the Gaslight Triathlon!
Event one: Denial—‘I never said that.’
Event two: Deflection—‘Why you always mad?’
Event three: Fake Tears—‘You’re so mean to me.’
And now… a new event: The Fake Apology Freestyle!
‘I’m sorry you feel that way.’
‘Didn’t mean it like that, babe.’
‘Let’s just move on, okay?’”

“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”
“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”

Gaslight Olympics, crown the king,
Turn the truth into a circus ring.
Spin it, flip it, watch him deny,
But the replay shows, we know, we know.

“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”
“You’re crazy! You’re crazy!”

Gaslight Olympics, gold in lies,
Rewrite the story before our eyes.
Ten out of ten for the stunt he tried,
But the scoreboard reads: disqualified.

“YOU’RE CRAZY! YOU’RE CRAZY!”
“YOU’RE CRAZY! YOU’RE CRAZY!”

“Final results are in.
Gaslighters: zero.
Reality: undefeated.”

Gaslight Olympics

Our heroes enjoy some ghosts and poop and suicide and crime and love.

We Just Watched... Last Life in the Universe

DAY 7. Last song from my 7 day song release

G.I.R.L v1

A darkly funny drill postcard from Australia—icy vocals over sliding 808s and cinematic strings, turning drop bears, magpies and reef stingers into punchlines you can strut to. Menace with a wink.

yes I know the vocals says Emu wrong! its partly the UK accent, it wont happen again ;-;

Welcome to the great white fright

One night on the road as he comes to a stop,
Far from the city sunk deep in the crops,
He sees a big lump that looks sorta like meat.
He thinks it looks good in the passenger seat.
He grabs the cold matter and cruises along,
Singing all manner of cheesy love song.
Then, when he ]gets to his old romance spot,
He parks it, lights off, and he makes it get hot.

Corpse Fucker

ORCHESTRATION BY KAIDEN RIDDLE
COVER ARF BYWYATT DAWSON @sunsh1nearts

One night on the road as he comes to a stop, 
far from the city, deep in the crops,
he sees a big lump that looks sorta like meat,
He thinks it looks good for the passenger seat.
He grabs the cold matter and cruises along,
Singing all manner of cheesy love song.
Then when he gets to his old romance spot, 
he parks it, lights off, and makes it get hot

Our heroes enjoy a throwback 90s thriller comedy.

We Just Watched... Caught Stealing

This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

Smiles in the morning, sunshine in the lab,
Clipboards shining, secrets that we grab.
Candy colors hiding wires in the walls,
Hear the children laughing down the halls.

No, we don’t kill the children, we just like to play,
Little sunny experiments every single day.
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, don’t you understand?
You’ll be next if you don’t clap your hands.

La-la-la syringes, humming like a song,
Happy little nightmares dancing all night long.
Curtains made of plastic, lights are shining bright,
Everyone is smiling, nothing here is right.

No, we don’t kill the children, we just make them glow,
Tiny sparks of science, isn’t it a show?
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, better twist and bend,
You’ll be next if you don’t dance ’til the end.

Step in line, don’t turn away,
The bubblegum beat is here to stay.
The record spins, the lights are red,
Sing along or end up dead.

No, we don’t kill the children, oh we never would,
We just make them better, better than they should.
Oh, but yes—we kill the children, and it never ends,
You’ll be next if you don’t dance with your friends.

Dance, dance, the needle shines,
Sing, sing, the end of time.
Smile, smile, the game is set,
You’re the one we haven’t caught yet.

No, we don’t kill the children

This is audio is from a video that's available on YouTube now! See all the visual stuff you missed by searching the title of this followed by "AreteG"

Was I an Ugly kid? Why Wasn't I Touched Inappropriately

This one came from imagining Dracula in the 21st century — too lazy to hunt, too hooked on apps, screaming at notifications instead of villagers. It’s hunger, boredom, and absurdity all wrapped in one unholy late-night craving.

The lyrics dive into a vampire who’s banned from every delivery service but can’t let go of the addiction. It’s satire, it’s horror, it’s comedy — a mirror of our own tech-dependency but painted in blood and glitch.

This track lives where parody meets darkness. It’s gothic fast food, cursed with five-star reviews.

Lyrics

Castle’s cold, can’t cook, too lazy to bite
Scrollin’ through the app in the middle of night
Special notes: no garlic, no light
Ring bell once—don’t make me come out
Last guy did, never left the route
Tip in blood bags, five stars outta spite
Driver disappeared—yeah, that’s my right

I’m starving!
Banned from the app, they shut me down
But hunger’s louder than the town

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Meals on wheels, my nightly affliction
Knock-knock—driver’s gone missing
One-star review with a coffin inscription

Postmates blocked me, Uber Eats too
Grubhub said, “We’re not serving you”
So I start my own—dark enterprise
PostMates of Darkness—nobody survives
Soup in a chalice, fries in a tomb
Pizza? Straight coffin. Gets delivered by whom?
My Yelp reviews? Five stars—to die for
Best wings I ever had, never made it to my door

Apps won’t save my appetite
So I’ll run my own tonight

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Midnight snack, eternal conviction
Contactless means you don’t exist
I bite to eat, and you won’t be missed

Doorbell rings with a hollow tone
Leave it at the crypt, I’ll eat alone
Meals on wheels, the coffin calls
Blood on the receipt, garlic walls
Corporate banned me? Fine—I’ll IPO
I’m the vampire CEO of Uber Throat™!

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Late-night craving, cursed nutrition
App won’t work, but the hunger stays
So I built my own—Blood Hub™ craze

Your delivery has been canceled
…but the driver was delicious

Dracula’s DoorDash Addiction

This track is a dark-comedy revenge rap story inspired by a true story about a guy who is ripped off at a private poker game and seeks revenge on the people that stole from him. It is inspired by mafia movies and crime thrillers, told in an over-the-top parody style. It's original, but the current version uses AI vocals as a placeholder, so we are looking for rap artists to bring the energy and humor to life.

What We Need: A rapper (or multiple) who can deliver this with character, flow, and comedic timing

Open to: Collaboration, features, or you flipping the verses in your own style

If you’re interested:
📩 DM us here on SoundCloud 
📧 Or reach me at contact@precipicerecords.com

Lyrics:

*Ring ring* “Hello” “Mr. Black invites you to his poker game, please bring $50k in cash for the bye in, a car will be there shortly”

A limo pulls up, and I hop in, 
Pull up to the mansion about 2am
Bitch at the door playing the violin
Stop by the bar, then take my seat as the hostest walks in
I drop my bands, while piles of chips and cocaine lands
Soon the cards followed suit, everything according to plan

Hand after hand I raked in, it got so damn good all I did was win
The next thing I knew is that two armed thugs
grabbed me by the collar and tossed me in the shrubs
I shouted “where’s my money, you owe me” 
That’s when I took a knee and vowed a fucking murder spree

Wake up with horseheads in the same bed I fucked your wife in
Yep, your screams sound like her taking it all in
Thinned out your livestock, now I want your bank accounts
I’ll also want your blood to sell by the liquid ounce
Hope you memorized what your children wore to school today
You’ll need a picture for the missing sign above the freeway
Warn your friends when your gone that it was me
But Ill still get away with it  just wait for verse three

Where am I? I’m in the closet watching you sleep
Ya that’s right boy, Im a fucking creep
Blue paint on my face and in my hand lies mace
Im William Wallace boy, after he was betrayed

Ill fucking Dateline you, using Dateline rules
Listen up son, Ill spell them out for you
Rule one, when you think you’ve dug deep enough, keep digging
You don’t want someone stumbling all upon your pioneering
Rule two, don’t fucking tell anyone
Remember everyone’s a snitch even your own son 
Rule three, the police lie to everyone 
So get a lawyer boy cause what you say can’t be undone

Red and Blue, Red and Blue here they come, here comes big brother
Overpaid uneducated dangerous depending on your color
“we have your DNA at the scene of the crime”
Go fuck yosrelf, you get paid to lie I get paid to rhyme
You got no body, no weapon a speculative motive and that bag of lime aint mine
People go missing all the time up and vanished without a sign
You haven’t even found that old lady’s cat up the street 
And lets face it your not very good at your job if you have to lie to succeed

Meanwhile your tied up in my basement, with no entertainment, you can’t watch your favorite shows, and a cat is licking your toes
Begging me to spare your life and take the money and the cocaine
But you can’t buy me off like that, not even with all of the change
Im here for vengeance boy not personal gain 
and while this may sound a bit cliche: I want to see you in pain

So give me my new cat back and get what’s coming to you, take it like a man because you broke the cardinal rule
You gotta pay to play, but you chose to parlay with a broken promise
It’ too late to mind your P’s and Q’s but you can pray while your still conscious
Let this be a reminder to every shady gambler out there
Ill Dateline the fuck out of you and yours so take care

The Gambler (Demo)

For Your GRAMMY® Consideration
Best Audio Book, Narration And Storytelling Recording

Novelist and Singer-Songwriter Morty Shallman narrates and performs every character in the audio book version of his "riotously bawdy" (Booklife) comic novel, The Tyranny of Desire. He also wrote and performed the Pop Rock Theme Song that is featured in the recording.

The Tyranny of Desire is the fictional memoir of Puchy Mushkin, a big dreamer—and an even bigger loser—whose spectacular failure as a human being is exceeded only by the enormity of his desire for success.

In a desperate bid to change his fate, Puchy vows to banish all dreams, aims, goals, and ambitions from his life except one: to assassinate desire itself and hang it by its feet like Mussolini.

What follows is the darkly satirical, raunchy, and irreverent tale of one man’s twisted war with himself—an anti-story about an anti-hero whose only motivation is to have no motivation at all.

Praise for The Novel
“A comedic masterpiece.” 
— Reader’s Favorite

“A ribald and incisive provocation.” 
— Booklife by Publishers Weekly

“A lively comic tale.”
— Kirkus Reviews

“Brilliantly written—and very funny.”
—Robert Grossmith, 
Author of The Empire of Lights

TOD - Sample Chapter

A ironic song about dancing to a forbidden love.

God Bless Her Ass

Marriage is fun... until it turns into a crime scene.

They Killed My Wife—Audiobook sample Chapter 1 FREE

Delilah Napier & Lucy Powers are the filmmakers and stars of Floating Carousel, a new dark comedy about modern day dating in NYC, premiering this weekend at the 26th Woodstock Film Festival. 

An Introduction to the Filmmakers - Top of the Show
Synopsis & Cast for Floating Carousel - 1:27
This is based on a wild true story - 2:37 
Their Writing Process - 7:26 
Giving Their Actors Freedom to Roll - 9:23 
Wanting the Anti-RomCom - 11:10 
Putting together a great ensemble - 13:22 
Writing their scenes into shape - 15:26 
Wearing many hats - 16:32 
Delilah Napier on her character of Olivia - 17:35 
Lucy Powers on her character of Ruby - 19:34 
Premiering at the Woodstock Film Festival - 21:08 

For Tickets to Floating Carousel at the 26th Woodstock Film Festival 
https://woodstockfilmfestival.org/2025-film-guide?filmId=687e4450e65ffc8913359594

Watch the Trailer!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF7ep7g2ap0&t=1s

And learn more about the film: 
https://bestdressedfilms.com/floating-carousel
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt32023816/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_0_tt_1_nm_0_in_0_q_Floating%2520Carousel

As for MMO, here’s how to contact us. https://linktr.ee/mikemikeandoscar

Interview w/ Delilah Napier & Lucy Powers of Floating Carousel - Ep 499

After the events in Sine City, the 4 sacred corners find themselves face to face with Robo Satan. He has no power and demands that mortals resurrect him through their phone use. 

Robo Satan

Step into the shadows of Halloween with the Pumpkin King leading a parade of mischief. Jazzy horns, villainous flair, and chaotic fun collide in this theatrical, haunted big-band banger.

King of the Fright Parade

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be

(We Die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)
(We, die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!
When You’ve Reached This Close 
To The Edge You’ll See
The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!

There ain’t much left now, 
Of my old physique!
Feel like I need to,
But I just can’t pee!
I smell like moth balls, 
Lysol, and potpourri!

(We Die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)
(We, die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)

I dream at night sometimes, 
That I’m still eighteen,
Bought a huge TV, 
Just to see the screen,
All the bands I know, 
Play the tambourine!

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!
When You’ve Reached This Close 
To The Edge You’ll See
The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!

We ain’t fooled around, 
and my wife’s asleep
And I’m too damn tired, 
to even disagree!

(We Die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)
At least they give me, Social Security
(We, die, we die!)
(Die, die, die, die!)
Are those things jowls? Or just my cheeks?
(We die, we die)

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!
When You’ve Reached This Close 
To The Edge You’ll See
The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be!
(We die)
Dinner’s At Three!


THE FUTURE AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE

1,
Kyle Hall
J.J. Dreams Of Nippon
Forget The Clock
FTC03

2,
Mike Huckaby
The Jazz Republic
Back To Life
BTL015

3,
Byron The Aquarius
4 Mike Huckaby
Hard Times 
HTRE - 019

4,
Roy Davis Jr. & Jay Juniel
Transitions
Large Records
LAR022

5,
Glenn Underground
Indians & Bagpipes (Professor Inc Takes Mix)
Reve
REVE001

6,
Prefix One Feat. Nambi 
Grateful (Glenn Underground Cosmic Disco Journey Mix)
Househead London
HHL060

7,
Alex.O.Smith
Mid 90’s
FXHE Records
AOS 432 A

8,
Mr K' Alexi Shelby
Sweet Cum Down
Syncrophone Recordings
SYNCRO 09

9,
Abacus
Mortise & Tenon
NDATL Muzik
NDATL034

10,
Dark Comedy
War Of The Worlds (Dark Room Mix)
Buzz
BZZXL 106080

11,
Los Hermanos
Quetzal
Los Hermanos
LH-2

1992 to 2025
33 Years

21st Nov 25

We are a hybrid record label and music production company. Our team writes and produces most of the music and we engage with performing artists all over the world for recording.

CONNECTS:
Contact: contact@precipicerecords.com
Website: https://precipicerecords.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PrecipiceRecords
Twitter: https://twitter.com/PreciRecords
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TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@precipicerecords
LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/precipicerecords

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

My passions are warp drives and mana potions.

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

This group of songs were written and demoed in 2024 and beyond.

(I also have another page on Soundcloud called "The Songs Of Al DeTrolio" for everything produced by Nolan Neal in 2013-2022 that I wrote during that time period.)

Creating music for fun. Just because I can

THIS IS MADNESS!... Madness? THIS! IS! SPARTA!!!!!

Singer • Songwriter • Novelist • Creator of LAST OF THE ZACHARYS, the world's first "Novel with Songs." New novel, THE TYRANNY OF DESIRE available now! Learn more at www.morty.org

MMO is talk radio for movie fans with weekly news shows, reviews, previews, and special guests. We celebrate the Oscars by making awards season year round, without the stuffiness. If you love cinema, if you love showbiz, welcome home.

Record collector, vinyl addict and home DJ.

Heavily into the music originating from Detroit and Chicago and its influence on the musical outputs of others. 

Using Sound Cloud as an outlet for sharing mixtapes from time to time. Purely for the LOVE of music, nothing else!

Listen!, I have alot to say!

I have been transposing music in Black Desert Online for years now, I am taking a break and trying something new!

AI-ASSISTED, multi-genre producer from Australia. I co-write concepts with chatGPT (I use AI mostly sanity check, style guides etc. the motives and core lyrics are my own), guide a Suno pass, then rebuild: swap/overdub parts, arrange, add, remove, mix & master, sound effects etc. 

References run from Level 42 and Mike Oldfield to KLF-era rave, drill, garage to the demoscene, I am not much of a fan of country and that hard core stuff, but everything else I <3

Music as a mirror: stories, satire, ideas, thoughts and feelings, From wit to absurdity, from glitch to groove, every track is an experiment in bending AI into something tangible.

If it makes you happy, then thats all that matters!

New tracks tagged #Dark Comedy