Audio files lifted from Guitar Pro. Four songs written as part of a punk-pop project.

Vitriol

City By The Sea

Йо-йо!

The self-titled debut EP from Eleven11 is a raw, visceral reflection of what it means to wrestle with identity, numbness, and the chaos of being alive. Each track carries its own pulse—frantic, searching, unfiltered.

“Reflection” opens the project with a hypnotic chant of disillusionment and self-confrontation, building tension in the spaces between collapse and clarity. It’s introspective but defiant, asking questions of the listener without offering easy answers.

“Cry, Drop Dead” plays like a fever dream with its offbeat storytelling and punchy rhythms—a surreal lullaby for the disenchanted. There’s humor, sadness, and a strange warmth buried beneath the distortion.

Closing with “Abortion Clinic,” the EP hits its most unapologetically cynical note. Sardonic and existential, the track rides a gallows-humor groove into the void, dancing on rooftops while the world fades out below.

Produced and performed almost entirely solo, this debut captures a moment in time—imperfect, urgent, and unmistakably alive.

Cry, Drop Dead

🎉 Wild nights always leave something behind... but what's the WORST part?

✨ Finding glitter everywhere
👕 Waking up in a stranger’s shirt
🤯 Not remembering the best parts

This song is for you party people who love a good night out, and sometimes suffer in the mornings.

The Lost Night at The Neon Grind

Lyrics 

My ride – my rules!
You're lucky I let you in, fool!


Sit down, buckle up, don’t make a scene
This ain't a democracy, it's my machine
Turn off your playlist, we’re playing mine
And offer me candy first — it's a basic sign


My ride, my rules, that’s how it goes
You cry about fairness — I just floor the throttle
Don’t like it? There's the bus
In this car, I'm the law, no need to discuss


Don't comment on my speed, I’m in full control
Don’t touch the steering wheel, that’s my soul
Yell at the GPS? You’re walking next
This ride’s a solo act — what did you expect?


My ride, my rules, this isn’t a vote
I drive this beast like a lyrical quote
So keep your fingers off my dash
And hands off the snacks unless you ask


Don’t blink at me — I don’t blink back
You chew too loud? You'll ride in the back
We’re not equals in this four-wheel throne
I’m the Queen — you're just on loan


My ride, my rules — no debate
No seat at the table, just steel and fate
If you want justice, grab a bike
This road is mine — don’t like it? Take a hike


Thanks for riding...
Next time, remember: driver gets the first candy.




My Ride My Rules - REMASTERED - HD

Before the Romans, before the crown,
We carved our stories in the ground.
Hillforts rising, druids’ song,
Celtic tribes where we belong.
Bronze and iron, mist and stone,
Land of myth we called our own.
Hiraeth born in mountain air,
A longing only we declare.

Legions marching, roads of fate,
Cambria’s spirit won’t abate.
Saints and scholars, bards and kings,
Harp and verse, the valley sings.
Llywelyn’s banner, Glyndŵr’s flame,
Princes lost but not our name.
Castles rise, the borders close,
But Welsh defiance always grows.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Acts of Union, language banned,
But we held fast to this land.
Rebecca’s daughters, midnight ride,
Justice found on countryside.
Coal and slate, the world supplied,
Songs of miners, choirs of pride.
Eisteddfod, chapel, whispered prayer,
Welsh words echo everywhere.

Steam and steel, the valleys roar,
Strikes and struggle, rich and poor.
Rugby fields, the dragon flies,
Red and gold in stormy skies.
From Aberfan to Cardiff Bay,
We mourn, remember, find our way.
Language rising, voices strong,
A nation’s heart in every song.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Devolution, hope restored,
Senedd’s voice can’t be ignored.
New horizons, old regrets,
But we forgive, we don’t forget.
From Snowdon’s peak to Gower sand,
We reach for dreams with open hand.
Hiraeth calls us, future bound,
Welsh resilience knows no bounds.

We’ve been conquered, we’ve been scarred,
But we’re poets, fighters, bards.
Every loss and every win,
We begin and begin again.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

Let the world try to define us,
We’re hiraeth in the blood,
A puzzle, a promise,
A nation misunderstood.
But in every heart that’s yearning,
In every song we sing,
We’re the past and the future—
We are everything.

We are Wales—unbroken, unbowed,
Thunder in our voices, proud and loud.
From the mists to the mines,
From the choirs to the lines,
We endure, we ignite,
We will thrive.

We will thrive.
We are Wales.

Hiraeth & Fire

Lyrics:

am i too damaged, to think that you can be the one
Yeah you seem cool
maybe too chill (chill) for me but also, something i could do
hope you're not a total psycho
or a total flake
maybe I'm projecting
eyeing you up and wondering

what will you do with me?
fold me or control me
like the one before, am I too old 
to change the dating system

what if i invited you in
or is this all in my head
been there
no greenscreens
no cameras
Feels like I'm back at square one
(Restart)


can someone come along and break my neck,
Get it over with
i know its a big ask
stop asking me to just 
barrel roll out the car 
Can you find my restart (restart)
Can we go back, back, back to square one
Push my button and restart it
want to pretend that I'm brand new

...

It's like a fresh piece of paper
nothing but calm, clean
Careful with the corners
Careful with the pallet, keep it crisp and clean
But the other can't control, wanna use and damage me

gotta get out
gotta stop it


use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in

I'm already stained and used
I've nothing more to give but my space
sooooo

use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in
use every colour
colour me in

I'll stay crazy
pretty in the chaos
pretty in the madness
boring to the masses

use every colour
...
colour me in

... but i wanna be new

DO GOOD, BUT BETTER

RESET

Restart

tiktok
tiktok

When do I see the light?
Who will meet me?

When I hear nothing
the sound in my chest 
stop

I don't believe in the after
I never lived for the below
or higher

What will happen when I'm on my deathbed?
Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go

this time
this time
this time
who knows

Did I fail as a person
someone who would be surrounded
Or did I just miss the mark

Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go
Who will be there to see me go

tiktok - beep- tiktok beep

Someone switch off the machines

dee-dee-dee-ohh-dee

I hope i see my dog

DO GOOD BUT BETTER

DEATHBED

Deathbed

Lyrics:

lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?
the world's a scary place 
and you're so far from home
lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?

Try and keep up, up
Little rabbit, hold your lucky rabbit foot
First day in the city
big wide world, and you're in it.
keep your head down,
keep your ear to the ground
hope you like sprinting

lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?
lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?

oh oh oh
I miss the rabbitholes
But I'll keep going till I break the mould
Be the change and change the way
hard to be the next big thing when you're ageing by the day
hard to get a break when you're constantly 

lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?
lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?

concrete jungle and i'm only tagging the bottom
reinventing the wheel daily and i kinda forgot how
nothing is changing and i'm the in which i'm wasted
wanting to direct the narrative but all I ever find is another piece of shit.

lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?
lost little rabbit
little rabbit
Where will you run?
Where will you run?
Where will you run?
lost little rabbit
little rabbit

RABBIT

Rabbit

Elevated Love

Occasion - Instrumental

Life’s Too Short is a cheeky pub-floor anthem with zero patience for bullshit. Funky, scrappy, and loud enough to raise a pint to, it’s all about tripping up, laughing it off, and charging ahead anyway. Sung with that raw Aussie rasp, it’s all unapologetic fun!

Life’s Too Short

Evelina - Älska till Buddy Holly (Cover/Tribute)

Evelina is back, with a single, making a tribute to Per Gessle and Gyllene Tider.
She’s still razor sharp (in swedish) and with humor and cocky attitude, she delivers a catchy pop-punk-tune with fierce music. This is Evelina – loud, unfiltered, and all hers.

Älska till Buddy Holly (Cover/Tribute)

Ein Song über menners, die finden, Belästigung muss man sich verdienen :)

Das hättest du wohl gern

Ayla casts a cheeky punk rock spell in this fast-paced anthem of emotional sovereignty. Hexed Him Good blends gritty guitars, punchy drums, and a smirking rhythm that struts with confidence and bite.
Vocals are sultry, expressive, and just a little wicked—like a kitchen witch singing through a grin, ladle in hand, jar of spellwork at the ready. The mood is seductive and triumphant, weaving playful revenge with ritual power.
This track is for the ones who hex with humor, heal with fire, and never apologize for their magic.
He had it coming. She hexed him good.

Hexed Him Good

Säv.san.sov. Alli Varpu (piano & vocals)
Säv.San.sov. Janita Angelica (guitar &vocals)

Sullahan on paljon aikaa
Vahtailla, muita ihmisiä tänään
Mutta mitä, sä itse täällä teet?

Sullon hienot valkoiset kengät
Ja Adidaksen verkkatakki
Mut Pinnan alla, ei oo mitään syvää

Chorus
Kuulkaas kaikki, mullon teille pari tarinaa
Kun Ajan henki, on omaa pelkkää puheen narinaa

RIFFI

Harhakuvat seinillemme
Niistä peilin itsellemme teemme
Käykin niin että, 
Elämää ei erota mainoksesta enää

Kun kaikki ollaan Jumalii täällä
Omat seurakunnat, keinoäly
riffi
Kumpi isäntä ... Kumpi renki?

Chorus
Kuulkaas kaikki, mullon teille pari tarinaa
Kun Ajan henki, on omaa pelkkää puheen narinaa
Vastaa peili, puhuuko ego vai minä?

Riffi

B osa
Uu uu, aaa x ?
(puhetta)
Alli: kerro kerro kuvastin, ken on maassa kaunehin?
Janita: no tietenkin sinä
Alli: mut ku mulla on vaan 200 seuraaja ni oonko oikeesti
Janita: no tietenkin ( sinä)
Alli: no ku mä katoin kuvia instagramis ja faces ja kaikilla on niin hieno elämä
Janita: "sä et oo mitään" ;(

Krhm
Joten kuulkaas kaikki! Meillon teille vähän narinaa
Kun Ajan henki, on vain näennäistä kapinaa.
Niinpä Vastaa peili, puhuuko ego vai minä?

Ajan Henki

Official Website:
http://JestaMusic.com

Jesta is the musical alter-ego of Bryan Page from Morecambe, United Kingdom specializing in genre-hopping Power Pop. Giving birth to quirky, entertaining songs that make you want to dance, laugh or say huh? wtf? Jesta isn't too concerned with getting too deep and meaningful - who has time for all that anyway? Let's party! Though essentially a one-man project, occasionally some fantastic guest artists are brought into the mix including some of the best session musicians in the U.K. Bryan has close to 20 years production experience and has learnt from, and befriended, some of the busiest people in the industry today.

Born in Chelmsford, Essex in 1975 Bryan was bottle-fed music by The Beatles, Electric Light Orchestra and Earth Wind &amp; Fire along with classic 70's rock. Growing up the in the 80's Bryan was interested in record production at a very early age, mentally deconstructing albums by the likes of Bucks Fizz and Adam &amp; The Ants. Eventually he began experimenting with reel-to-reel tape recording and learning classical guitar. As a teenager he learned his chops in Rock covers bands as lead guitarist and part-time vocalist.

The concept of Jesta began as a name for Bryan's personal music projects at around the same time as he began work in a recording studio, shortly before leaving school. Honing his production and vocal skills over the years, it is now time for Jesta to conquer the world or at least earn enough money to buy a couple of sandwiches!

What do you get if you cross someone with no discernable musical ability, a deeply introspective nature, and a love of technology?

I’m a Swedish music maker who loves blending club, house, rock, and electronic vibes into something that feels alive. I’ve been writing lyrics for a few years now, and every song is like a piece of my own story. If it makes you want to dance, dream, or just feel something – then I’ve done my job. / S.H.Thorn

- Ymer Records -
Independent Swedish label for the next wave of artists.
Real stories. Fresh sounds. Pure passion – from underground beginnings to global stages.

*The Christmas is here...tune in on the playlist, "Christmas at Ymer Records*

I make a lot of instrumentals in my spare time; they need somewhere to go.

Heavily inspired by alternative rock, metal, and pop-punk.

Attractive Nuisance is making original eclectic pop in Austin TX

Amunson Audio is a music publishing company owned by Patrick Amunson who is an American artist, sound engineer, and entrepreneur, based in Minnesota. Known for his versatility in the field of music and audio engineering, Patrick was a pioneer in the field of metadata optimizing large quantities of data when he was acting as meta-data specialist for a subsidiary of Sony ATV. He currently serves as the founder and CEO of Amunson Audio, LLC which is the majority shareholder of The Colabs, Inc. Passionate about empowering aspiring musicians, he also helped revitalize his hometown's Music Makers program at the Boys & Girls Club.

A Villager who encoded the World with Light.

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!

Contact us: saintmischiefmusic@gmail.com

Liminalis - out now

also known as threshold - the space between, like life and death, start and end, the energy that propels  a cycles in and out of each of us.

Threshold but made like Saint Mischief style - blending lo-fi, high energy, introspection and reflection on errors and relations.

enjoy!

Heavy metal and punk guitarist based in Wiltshire. Writer of many tunes.

New tracks tagged #Punk-pop