When the clouds roll in, and the heavens cry
My old house floods, and I don’t know why
But I look up the hill, where the neighbor’s lawn drains
Their pipes overflow, and it’s me who feels the pain

I could curse the storm or their backyard stream
But I’ve got a better way to live the dream

It’s my Ryobi wet & dry, my saving grace
Keeps my house from being a waterlogged place
Through the thunder, and the pouring rain
That vacuum’s my hero, again and again

I see the neighbor grinnin’, with their sprinkler on
While my basement turns into a suburban pond
I could knock on their door, raise a furious shout
But my Ryobi whispers, “We’ll sort this out.”

No need for rage, no need for spite
Just plug me in, and we’ll make it right

It’s my Ryobi wet & dry, my saving grace
Keeps my house from being a waterlogged place
Through the thunder, and the pouring rain
That vacuum’s my hero, again and again

No need for rage, no need for spite
Just plug me in, and we’ll make it right

It’s my Ryobi wet & dry, my saving grace
Keeps my house from being a waterlogged place
Through the thunder, and the pouring rain
That vacuum’s my hero, again and again

So here’s to the rains, and my neighbor’s poor drain
And to my Ryobi, easing all my pain
While others might crumble, or lash out in vain
I’ll just grab my wet & dry, and mop up the rain

No need for rage, no need for spite
Just plug me in, and we’ll make it right

It’s my Ryobi wet & dry, my saving grace
Keeps my house from being a waterlogged place
Through the thunder and the pouring rain
That vacuum’s my hero, again and again

Blues X - My Ryobi Wet & Dry

They said evolution had a plan
But I’ve seen the wings on garbage cans
When the lights cut out, I swear they rise
Little prophets with compound eyes

We built towers, they built nests
Outlived plagues and failed the tests

Who made cockroaches fly?
Who gave nightmares the sky?
Did God just laugh or cry
When He saw ‘em lift off, saw ‘em lift off tonight?

Science said “adapt or die,”
But some things never even try
They crawl through wars, they drink our lies
And wear apocalypse like a cheap disguise

We drop bombs, they just survive
Mocking every genius alive

Who made cockroaches fly?
Who turned the gutters divine?
It’s evolution’s cruel punchline
When the filth learns how to climb

We burn the world, they fan the flame
No guilt, no god, no shame
Maybe they’re angels in disguise
Or just reminders we’re the flies

We drop bombs, they just survive
Mocking every genius alive

Who made cockroaches fly?
Who turned the gutters divine?
It’s evolution’s cruel punchline
When the filth learns how to climb

Who made cockroaches fly?
Maybe same one who made you and I
When the roaches inherit the light
They’ll write songs about our flight

Comedy X - Fly (feat. DIASPORA)

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Franklin's cruising down Vinewood Boulevard tonight
Chop's got a Santa hat, everything feels right
Michael's at the mall, buying gifts he can't afford
While Trevor's in Sandy Shores, stealing someone's Christmas hoard

It's Christmas in Los Santos, palm trees strung with lights
No snow on Vespucci Beach, but the stars shine bright
From Grove Street to Del Perro, the city's all aglow
It's Christmas in Los Santos, where the warm winds blow

Lester's hacking Amazon for that holiday discount code
Lamar's selling Christmas trees on a sketchy back road
The strip club's got tinsel and a seasonal show
While someone's getting carjacked under the mistletoe

It's Christmas in Los Santos, palm trees strung with lights
No snow on Vespucci Beach, but the stars shine bright
From Grove Street to Del Perro, the city's all aglow
It's Christmas in Los Santos, where the warm winds blow

Police sirens singing like a yuletide symphony
Five stars on Christmas Eve, that's the place to be
Santa's helicopter dropping gifts from up above
In this crazy, chaotic city that we love

Jimmy's gaming online on his brand new console
Amanda's at the yoga studio, finding her soul
Ron's got conspiracy theories 'bout old Saint Nick
While Wade just wants some snacks and a peppermint stick

It's Christmas in Los Santos, sirens in the night
Explosions, celebrations, everything's alright
From Blaine County to the pier where the Ferris wheel glows
It's Christmas in Los Santos, that's how the story goes

So raise a Pisswasser toast to this holiday scene
Merry Christmas, Los Santos, you're the best we've seen
Where chaos meets the season, and the madness never ends
Here's to Christmas in Los Santos with our criminal friends

Cougar - Christmas In Los Santos

Ocean waves, soft Rhodes, synth bell
Sleigh bells laced with vinyl crackle

She pull up in a drop top, candy cane red
Mistletoe kisses, I forget what I said
She got that Sun on her skin like it’s July
But it's Christmas Eve and we under the Vice sky

We don’t need no snow / Got the heat and the glow
Ice drippin' off her wrist / She my holiday wish

It’s Christmas in Vice City, lights on Ocean Drive
Palms swayin’ with the rhythm, baby we alive
Hot like a summer flame, sleigh ride in the rain
Givin’ you my heart, girl, no candy cane game

Cruisin' down Collins, rims spin like dreidels
Santa hit the jet ski, cookies on the table
You rockin' red velvet like you Queen of the South
Laughin' in the moonlight with that smile on your mouth

We don’t need no snow / Got the heat and the glow
Ice drippin' off her wrist / She my holiday wish

It’s Christmas in Vice City, lights on Ocean Drive
Palms swayin’ with the rhythm, baby we alive
Hot like a summer flame, sleigh ride in the rain
Givin’ you my heart, girl, no candy cane game

Don’t need snowflakes when you got moonlight on your face…
I been gift-wrapped in your love since we first caught a case (of feelings)

We don’t need no snow / Got the heat and the glow
Ice drippin' off her wrist / She my holiday wish

It’s Christmas in Vice City, lights on Ocean Drive
Palms swayin’ with the rhythm, baby we alive
Hot like a summer flame, sleigh ride in the rain
Givin’ you my heart, girl, no candy cane game

Christmas in Vice Cityyyyy...
We the only thing littyyyyy...

Chester Rivers - Christmas In Vice City

Snow’s fallin' down on the avenue
Cabbies cussin’ out a man in blue
A storefront manger got graffiti tags
But baby Jesus still waves that white flag

There’s a priest blessin’ a blackjack hand
Candy canes meltin’ in the heat lamp stand
Ma’s roastin’ chestnuts next to a Glock
And Santa’s slippin’ out the pawn shop with a Rolex knock

It’s Christmas in Liberty City,
Where the angels got gold chains and a little bitty pity
You hear carols over sirens and a deal goin’ down
But it’s peace on Earth in this crooked ol’ town 

Niko’s in a Santa suit, drinkin' straight slivovitz
Roman's yellin’ “Cousin!” in a cab full’a gifts
Little Jacob lightin’ up, spreadin' that cheer
Got a trunk full’a mistletoe and “fireworks,” dear
Brucie flexin’ by the snow-dusted whips
Screamin’ “Alpha male Christmas!” while doin’ backflips
Packie’s got whiskey in a Rudolph flask
While the crew pulls a heist wearin’ holiday masks

Yeah, the corner boys sing, but they don’t sing sweet
Unless you count “Jingle Bells” over a trap beat
Midnight Mass got a velvet rope
And the wise men brought cash, cologne, and dope

It’s Christmas in Liberty City,
Where the naughty list’s longer, but the tree’s still pretty
From Dukes to Algonquin, we light up the night
With cannoli and crime and them Christmas lights

Snow turns red where the deals went sour
But hey—it’s still the most wonderful freakin’ hour
Mama said, “Pray for peace,” so I lit a cigar
Tossed a prayer in the air from a getaway car

There’s a priest blessin’ a blackjack hand
Candy canes meltin’ in the heat lamp stand
Ma’s roastin’ chestnuts next to a Glock
And Santa’s slippin’ out the pawn shop with a Rolex knock

It’s Christmas in Liberty City,
Where the angels got gold chains and a little bitty pity
You hear carols over sirens and a deal goin’ down
But it’s peace on Earth in this crooked ol’ town

"I came here for a new life…
And somehow, I got Christmas in a war zone.
But in this city?
Even the cold feels warm…
If ya got a full clip and family to eat with."

It’s Christmas in Liberty City
With the skyline lit and the mood kinda gritty
We got hope in our pockets and scars on our soul
But the snow keeps fallin’ and the drinks still flow
So here’s to the lost, the saints, and the shitty—
Merry freakin’ Christmas, from Liberty City

Urban X - Christmas In Liberty City

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On this week's show we have good news for Microsoft and Nvidia, a new day for OpenAI as a for-profit entity, the Irish Council for Civil Liberties takes it's concern over the latest DPC appointment to Europe, and SpaceX's gift to star gazers. Later, Beta Festival co-founder Aisling Murray talks about what to expect from this year's series of events.

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In a clockwork town where the cobblestones hum
The piper plays and the children come
With pockets of silver and promises sweet
He leads them dancing down the street

Fairy tales whisper, “It’s only pretend,”
But the stories begin where the daylight ends…

Hide your hearts, lock your doors
They’ve sung these songs before
From gingerbread woods to the circus tent
They smile, they lie, they’re heaven-sent
And when the moon begins to bend
The ones who came for children come again

Candy carts roll where the shadows crawl
The Catcher’s voice echoes through the hall
He smells of sugar, smoke, and sin
Says, “Come along, it’s warm within.”

The tales you told to keep them near
Were never just to calm their fear

Hide your hearts, lock your doors
They’ve sung these songs before
From gingerbread woods to the circus tent
They smile, they lie, they’re heaven-sent
And when the moon begins to bend
The ones who came for children come again

From Hamelin’s hill to the orphan’s cry
To puppet boys who dream to lie
To candle flames in the cellar’s air
They all still dance, but they’re not there

Fairy tales whisper, “It’s only pretend,”
But the stories begin where the daylight ends…

Hide your hearts, lock your doors
They’ve sung these songs before
From gingerbread woods to the circus tent
They smile, they lie, they’re heaven-sent
And when the moon begins to bend
The ones who came for children come again

Hide your hearts, lock your doors
The lullaby’s a closing score
Through every screen, each whispered friend
The ones who came for children…
Come again
Come again

Madeline Rowe - Still They Come

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