No Christmas This Year is a folk-punk Christmas album for the people who never see themselves in the Hallmark specials. It’s for the working-class, the overlooked, the grieving, the exhausted, and everyone who’s ever tried to find warmth in a season that feels colder every year. This isn’t a record of jingling bells and perfect families—it’s a collection of winter stories pulled straight from the front steps, the bus stops, the detention centers, the small towns, and the cracks beneath the Christmas lights.

Blending stripped-down acoustic riffs with raw, unfiltered folk-punk energy, the album tackles the realities hiding behind holiday postcards: families torn apart by ICE, neighbors whispering through frosted windows, inflation killing the Christmas spirit, and the loneliness that creeps in when the world expects you to be merry on command. These songs are protest carols—torn wrapping paper over hard truths—delivered with the urgency of someone who cares too much to stay quiet.

The music swings between melancholy ballads and driving punk rhythms, carrying stories of empty chairs at dinner tables, communities fighting back, memories of the 1914 Christmas Truce, and the small sparks of hope people cling to even when everything feels lost. It’s political, it’s personal, and it’s painfully human—an album for anyone who knows that sometimes the most powerful gift is simply refusing to look away.

No Christmas This Year isn’t about giving up on the holiday. It’s about reclaiming it—about honoring the people hurting in the shadows of the season and reminding them that they aren’t forgotten. It’s a winter album with a pulse, a protest wrapped in tinsel, and a reminder that even in the darkest December, someone out there is singing with you.

Christmas In The Trenches, 1914

“Cracked Window Carols” is the neighborhood Christmas scene nobody films.
Outside: carolers, string lights, kids rehearsing the same three verses they learned at school.
Inside: a cracked window, blinds half-closed, someone holding their breath every time a car slows down.
Inspired by real immigration raids in “nice” neighborhoods, the song lives in that split-screen tension—one block singing “joy to the world” while another family turns off the lights and pretends nobody’s home. The carols still sound beautiful… they just hurt now.
This track doesn’t scream. It watches. It listens. It lets the contrast do the talking: choir harmonies against distant sirens, cozy living rooms against cold legal paperwork, Christmas “cheer” against the fear of a knock that changes everything.
It’s a quiet rebellion disguised as a holiday song—an anthem for the people who love this season but don’t feel safe in it.

Black Ice Ballads

Cracked Window Carols

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Lake&Lem - Kodoha

“Raise the Prices” is a neon soaked 80’s satire anthem about corporate greed and consumer brainwashing. Hypnotic verses expose how we’re programmed to buy, while chant like choruses hammer the cycle: disasters strike, corporations cash in, and we keep paying. With gated drums, slap bass, and sarcastic vocals, it’s glossy on the surface but rotten underneath—an ironic broadcast turned into an arena rock groove.

This track is for anyone who loves the bite of 80’s cynicism, the pulse of synth rock, and the thrill of turning frustration into a hook you can shout along with.

Raise the Prices

God Did It

This one's mostly about society and the not so good direction it's going. Shoutout to my sociology teacher for the inspo. Will be redone at some point with better production & less obscuro lyrics.

Sociology

One foot, then the next. Take one step.
It’ll soon connect, if you just take one step.
I know it looks hard, you’re knocked off your guard.
Beaten, bruised and scarred, but you can take one step.

I know you feel pain, walk one line.
Try it once again, it’s gonna turn out fine.
You’re out of your realm, it can overwhelm.
It’s you at the helm, and you can walk one line.

They know they are wrong, raise your voice.
They can’t hold on long, just make some noise.
Truth is worth the fight, it’ll be alright
Keep walking to the light - and we’ll soon rejoice.

Lightning, then the thunder, clouds and then the rain.
Over, then the under
Strength is found in numbers, least that’s what they say.
I can be a number, so can you.

One foot, then the next. Take one step.
It’ll soon connect, if you just take one step.
I know it looks hard, you’re knocked off your guard.
Beaten, bruised and scarred, but you can take one step

Take One Step

Again, made when I was 16. I was fuming and still recovering from all the pressures and anxieties of school while feeling lonely and unable to speak up. So I created this.

Nothing to stop me

America Will Not Save You (Protest Song)

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Carving out raw emotion through distorted chords and stripped-down storytelling, I create music that lives between punk rock rebellion and folk honesty—with a touch of gritty rock driving it forward. My songs are equal parts defiance and confession, weaving rough-edged anthems with storytelling that cuts straight to the bone.

This is music for late nights, long drives, and anyone who’s ever felt both lost and alive at the same time. Welcome to the noise, the stories, and the heart of folk punk.

This channel sonically explores the tension between light and shadow, mind and heart, chaos and clarity. Expect sonic storytelling, and spiritual energy that flows both ways. Whether you're here for music, metaphysics, or just vibing with the surreal, you're in the right place.

Hello, I'm Francesca and I enjoy composing music.

New tracks tagged #Protest