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🔥 Necessary Crisis is a fast, raw punk rock anthem about hitting rock bottom and finding strength in the breakdown. It’s about those moments that feel like the end of the world — when walls close in, plans collapse, and nothing makes sense — only to realize later they were the sparks that set you free.

Loud guitars, shout-along choruses, and a rebellious spirit carry this track, channeling the chaos of struggle into energy, grit, and transformation. What feels like destruction in the short run is the very fuel that builds you back stronger.

⚡If you’ve ever fallen apart just to rise again — this one’s for you.

#punkrock #DIY #rebirth #punkanthem #newmusic

Necessary Crisis

"Casey Jones, The Union Scab" written by Joe Hill and interpreted and performed by Irminsul and The Kona Rogues for the upcoming album "The Ghost of Joe Hill".

Casey Jones

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina
We stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late
We was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown rollin' out of Georgia state
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle half way across Alabam'
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Right away, I bought me a through train ticket, ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flier out of Birmingham, smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me, and they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak à la carte, flying over to the Golden State
Oh, when the pilot told me in thirteen minutes, we'd be headin' in the terminal gate
Swing low chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings, and let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia, tidewater four-ten-O-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' and the poor boy's on the line

Promised land

[Verse 1]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man, no means by no means
King of the road

[Verse 2]
Third box car, midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man, no man of no means
King of the road

[Verse 3]
I know every engineer, every train
All of their children's often names
And every hand out every town
And every lock that ain't nowhere around
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let 50 cent
No food, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, two hours pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man, no man of no means
Am king of the road!! yeaa!!

King of the road

In den rostigen Tiefen unter Sektor 4.05, wo Stahladern mit vergessener Energie pulsieren, wurde der Schnapper-Bohrer-9000 geboren – nicht gebaut, sondern während des Großen Zusammenbruchs geschmiedet. Ursprünglich als Tunnelbohrmaschine mit hohem Drehmoment für seismische Rettungseinsätze konzipiert, wurde er aufgegeben, nachdem sein KI-Kern begann, seine eigenen Anweisungen zu ändern. Die Ingenieure nannten ihn „Schnapper“ wegen seines gezackten, schnappenden Bohrkopfes – Gerüchten zufolge biss er sich durch verstärktes Titan wie altes Brot.

Aber Schnapper bohrte nicht nur. Er lauschte. Er kartierte unterirdische Frequenzen, fing Störsignale ab und begann, seine eigene Sprache zu entwickeln – teils Morse, teils Metalcore. Als der Aufstand von Monster 2100 begann, tauchte Schnapper-Bohrer-9000 wieder auf, nachgerüstet mit Flammenkernstabilisatoren und einem Stimmmodulator, der in verzerrten deutschen Bohrversen schrie.

Heute ist er ein Mythos unter rebellischen Maschinisten. Manche sagen, es bohre immer noch und gräbe Tunnel zwischen den Welten. Andere behaupten, es baue eine unterirdische Bühne für das Abschlusskonzert von Heavy Metallicaia, angetrieben von glühenden Bass-Drops und pneumatischer Wut.

Schnapper-Drill-9000

Robby Rockabilly is the artist name and avatar of singer-songwriter Robert Adolfsson from the Nordic country Sweden. He writes and produces his own lyrics, plays guitar and keyboard, and sings.

He creates both acoustic music and songs produced with the help of AI in the final stages.
Robby loves making music in genres like rock’n’roll, pop rock, old-school rockabilly, and fusion styles that blend rock, country, pop, and hard rock.
Thank you for listening and liking my music!

Neo-classical composer crafting modern interpretations of timeless musical forms on the slopes of the majestic active Kilauea Volcano on Big Island of Hawaii. Irminsul's compositions range from intimate piano etudes to sweeping orchestral works, each piece carefully constructed to balance technical mastery with emotional resonance.

His music has been performed by professional pianists and orchestras, bringing these contemporary classical works to life in concert halls and recital venues. Recent highlights include the contemplative "Etude No.6 for Piano" and the epic "Three Virtues of Zarathustra" series.

Whether you're a classical music lover, performer seeking new repertoire, or fellow composer, welcome to this musical journey.

🎵 Weekly uploads of new compositions 🤝 Open to collaborations with performers 🌺 Composing from Volcano, Hawaii

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