Bottle up all of your frustration and feelings of inadequacy for a year, let it really ferment, then unleash it all in a 1 min 40 sec torrent of furious Punk rock and sarcastic Jazz.

Lyrics:

I don't want a career
Just want to drink some beer
Just want to get fucked up with my friends
Waiting for my excuse of a life to end
Spare me responsibility
I want to live with dignity
If the half the shit in my
Mind I mentioned
I'd be sectioned
Locked in a room one by one dimensions

What's it all worth anyway
They're just bruises on my pretty face
Like a mosaic of my misery
How does anyone put up with me

Oh
Fuck it all
I've read an article
This farce is now an ardent believer
Social cleaver
If you won't change then I won't either

What's it all worth anyway
They're just bruises on my pretty face
Like a collage of my misery
How does anyone

Put up with me
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Put up with me
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How does anyone
Put up with

Ah

Modern Misery

Unemployment

Hate Me

A sharp, sarcastic burst of self-deprecating humor wrapped in melodic hooks. This track defines ACME’s personality — loud, clever, and completely honest about being a mess with style.

1996

No Common Sense

[Verse 1]
I see you are  laughing at me,
I fear to look inside and see.
I’m breaking slowly in the rain,
My empty stare drifts far away.
Where now the abyss yawns today?
Such is the fate, so dark, so strange.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
There’s no meaning, there’s no meaning,
So I turn behind.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
Lost in thinking, lost in thinking,
I run from this world of mine.
I’m losing, losing,
I’m losing, losing, losing,
I’m losing, losing,
I’m losing, losing — I am  losing myself.

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
I’m losing, losing,
I’m losing, losing — I am  losing myself.
I’m losing, losing,
I’m losing, losing — I am  losing myself.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
A gaze dissolves against a fading background,
The sun has set, the moon keeps asking how.
I run away again, I run somehow,
I clothe myself in thousand lies,
A hidden voice within me cries,
A lonely scream, a distant sound.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
There’s no meaning, there’s no meaning,
So I turn behind.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
Lost in thinking, lost in thinking,
My own inner world I find.
I’m losing myself,
I’m losing my life.
I’m losing myself,
I’m losing my life.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
And once again I split in two,
I claim back all I thought I knew.
I care for me, I care for me today.
And once again I must decide,
If there is sense to walk this line,
Can’t leave the prison of my brain.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
There’s no meaning, there’s no meaning,
So I turn behind.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na,
Lost in thinking, lost in thinking,
My own inner world I find.

[Outro]
I want, I want, I’ve always wanted,
To unfold my wings and fly.
But I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t—
Have the freedom to touch the sky.
Why am I running, why am I running,
Why am I running from my fate?
And losing, losing, losing,
Myself within the rain.

Loosing Myself

This neobolero is a sarcastic apology to someone who lied to me for months, while I tried to fix the relationship, not knowing someone else was in the picture and there was no saving it. DisCulpas is a word play on the word "appology", with the word being split into two, the prefix "dis", to denote something being undone or taken away, and the word "culpas", which means "guilts" or "blames". With "DisCulpas", I relief myself of the blame for the failure of the lie I was made to live in. The use of the genre bolero is strategic to the sarcasm of it all, as it has historically been a genre for heartfelt music, but also full of romanticized misogyny. Enjoy this with a cup of a coffee or tea. :) 

DisCulpas

Hotelli Vankila

Kauan aikaa sitten tulin 
minä tähän kaupunkiin,
töiden perässä tietenkin.
Minulle töissä sanottiin, 
että työt loppuvat kuitenkin.

Asuin pienessä huoneessa,
pienessä soluasunnossa
Herättelin hieman toivoa
omasta vuokra-asunnosta
mutta ei minulle kuitenkaan
koskaan tarjottu sellaista!

Ryhdyin rikosten poluille
Halusin hotelliin asumaan
Poliisit sanoi minulle
pääset Hotelli Vankilaan
(Hotelli Vankilaan!)

Pääsin Hotelli Vankilaan
uuteen asuntooni ihanaan!
Nyt on katto pääni päällä
Voi kunpa sinäkin olisit täällä!

Ilmainen ruoka ja majoitus,
voi pojat, se oli täydellinen ajoitus,
kun pääsin tänne asumaan,
niin ihanaan Hotelli Vankilaan

Hotelli Vankila

Manifesto that unites the visceral force of rock with the philosophical depth of social criticism. It speaks out against alienation, manipulation, and the loss of intellectual autonomy. An anthem to reclaim cognition and refuse to be just “one more copy.”

Dead End?

"Smile, It's a Trainwreck" 

(Lyrics)

(Intro)

(Verse 1) 

Fluorescent lights... they're 'too bright.'

I'm... in the corner... 'out of sight.'

Everyone's... 'shouting.'

No one's... 'listening.'

The... 'fake laugh'... is... 'glistening'

...under the 'veneer.'

I... 'hate it here.'

Just... 'plastic cups' and... 'cheap perfume.'

...'Suffocating' in the... 'fumes.'

(Pre-Chorus 1) 

And I'm watching the clock tick-tick-tick...

This whole damn scene is making me sick!

I gotta get out, I gotta get out, I'm gonna...

...I'm gonna... BREAK!

(Chorus 1) 

Oh, 'bless his heart,' he's... 'sufferin'.'

While everyone is 'shoutin'' and a-'pufferin'.'

It's... 'quite the show,' innit? It's... 'all a mess.'

So you... 'might as well' just... 'watch it,' I... 'guess.'

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

(Post-Chorus)

(Verse 2) 

...Ay.

...I see you by the... 'speaker.'

...Laughin' at the... 'preacher'

...in the 'kitchen'

...who's 'bitchin''

...'bout his 'stock portfolio.'

...You and me, girl... 'let's go.'

...We could... 'dip.'

...I'm... 'tired of this... 'trip.'

(Pre-Chorus 2) 

But you're not even looking, you're just... 'LAUGHING!'

You... 'think this is 'funny'?!

You... 'think it's a 'JOKE'?!

I'm... 'drownin'' out here, I'm... 'gonna... 'CHOKE'!

(Chorus 2) 

Oh, 'now' he's the... 'center of the 'show'.'

...'Thinks his 'drama's' all... 'that matters,' 'don't-ya-know'?

He's... 'startin'' to... 'fume,' he's... 'turnin' all... 'red.'

...He... 'really should've just... 'stayed home in... 'bed!'

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

(Bridge) 

I'M NOT A JOKE! I'M NOT YOUR PUNCHLINE!

YOU'RE NOT THE PUNCHLINE, 'LOVE,' YOU'R_E JUST A 'PART' OF IT!

THIS WHOLE NIGHT IS A 'WASTE' OF MY 'TIME'!

WELL, 'OBVIOUSLY!' THAT'S THE 'BEST' THING... 'ABOUT IT!'

IT'S ALL 'FALLING... 'APART'!

(Final Chorus / Outro) 

Smile, it's a trainwreck!

Pop the champagne, what the heck!

(...'plastic cups'... 'cheap perfume'...)

They're... 'all gonna crash,' so... 'grab a good seat.'

(...'gotta get out... of this... 'room'...)

It's... 'all... so... 'tragic'... and... 'sweet'!

Smile, It's a Trainwreck

Trying to grow as a person while my brain throws furniture down the stairs.
Trying to breathe while my thoughts file complaints like they work here.
Trying to be better even when I’m tired of being a whole person with responsibilities, feelings, and whatever this emotional circus is.
Some days I swear my inner peace is hiding under a table waiting for the noise to die down.
But I keep showing up.
I keep trying.
And if nothing else, at least the chaos keeps me warm.


Intro
Welcome back.
It’s just you arguing with you again.
You panic like you’re training for something.
You trip over problems you invented.
You stress so loud the furniture gets nervous.
Let’s begin.

Verse 1
I’m walking fast with nowhere to be
my thoughts keep talking over each other
every tiny thing feels heavier than it should
and I can’t tell what’s happening or just in my head
I swear I’m one sharp word from falling apart
one bad moment from saying screw it all
then something in me goes quiet
and he steps in like he’s been waiting
ready to call me out without even blinking

Pre-Chorus
You’re not overwhelmed.
You’re exhausted from pretending you’re fine.
Peace isn’t far.
You just run every time it gets close.

Chorus
why is my higher self roasting me
while I’m trying not to fall apart again
he says breathe but then he cuts deep
says I make storms out of small things
multiverse me says calm down
multiverse me says calm the fuck down

Post-Chorus
calm down calm down you’ve lived through worse
calm down calm down this moment isn’t the whole story
calm down calm down you don’t have to break today
calm down calm down
(I know but it feels like I might)

Verse 2
I start explaining but he just watches
that kind of stare that sees through everything
says you carry weight that isn’t yours
says you pick the hardest road out of habit
and I’m unraveling while he’s still steady
like he’s lived this moment a thousand times
he tells me I don’t have to burn out
just because I never learned how to rest

Bridge
I am trying.
You’re trying alone. That’s the problem.
I don’t know what else to do.
Then stop doing it the painful way.
I’m scared.
Then breathe. Fear doesn’t mean stop.

Final Chorus
why is my higher self roasting me
while I’m trying not to fall apart again
he says breathe but then he cuts deep
says I make storms out of small things
multiverse me says calm down
multiverse me says calm the fuck down

Final Post-Chorus
calm down calm down you’re not your worst thoughts
calm down calm down you’re allowed to step back
calm down calm down you don’t have to fix everything
calm down calm down
(and maybe maybe I’m okay)

Outro
Thank you for showing up today.
Even messy effort is effort.
Please drink some water.
Please breathe.
Please be kind to the parts of you that shake.
This concludes today’s lesson.

Multiverse Me Says Calm Down

A crooked, darkly humorous anti-Christmas song about feeling completely out of place while everyone else is wrapped in perfect holiday spirit. It’s about plastic décor, bad movies, neighbors overdoing the cheer — and a main character who meets December with sarcasm, exhaustion, and a half-smile. A story for anyone who doesn’t quite feel the magic but can still laugh at the chaos and at themselves while the snow keeps falling.

Thanks a Lot, Santa

Jericho Records USA – The Story Behind the Sound

So, you’re here… and probably wondering what Jericho Records USA is. It’s not your typical record label. The original Jericho Records was an independent label my father started back in the 1950s — this one is something different. This is my life’s work. My story.

Every song you hear here was written or co-written by me. Music has been in my blood since the day I took my first breath. I grew up singing in church with my parents — my father led the music ministry, and my mother played piano. I picked up the drums at age 5, guitar by 7, then bass, saxophone in school band, and eventually piano.

I’ve been in multiple bands, written close to a thousand songs, and I plan to write at least a thousand more. I’m a graduate of Full Sail University with a degree in Audio Production, blending traditional recording with modern techniques.

I’m a man of many hats and many names — every project has its own sound, its own world, and its own voice. But no matter the name, it all comes from the same place: truth, passion, and purpose.

I’ve been blessed to work with incredible people along the way, including Dez Dickerson, the legendary guitarist for Prince and The Revolution, who recorded and produced one of my records, and Tim Gaines, bassist for Stryper, who also performed on that project. I’ve shared the stage with bands like Drivin’ N’ Cryin, Corey Taylor, Saving Abel, Hinder, Avenged Sevenfold, and many others.

Every song I create is born from something deeper — divine inspiration, lived experience, or imagination. I use a mix of real instruments, live performances, VSTs, and modern AI tools to bring each track to life.

Jericho Records USA isn’t just a label. It’s a journey. A sound. A story I’m still writing. I hope you’ll find something here that connects with your own.

- Jericho

🎧 SoundCloud.com/JerichoRecordsUSA

Minimum Wage are a live band at heart: energetic, dynamic, and built to be heard in the moment. Their sound is rooted in guitar-driven music of the early 2000s, but with a sharper, more current edge.

Inspired by Foo Fighters, Biffy Clyro and countless others, their songs feature anthemic choruses, melodic grooves and gritty guitar riffs, delivered with a mix of tight musicianship and raw punk energy. They sing about modern life and all the challenges the current generation faces, exploring intimate themes of love and self-discovery as well as criticisms of the political class and social media.

Built on feeling, melody and purpose, their sound blends nostalgia with forward momentum. Their debut album, Modern Misery, is set for release in October 2025.

A dark alternative trip in the blurry worlds of the madness...

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.

Lyde's Lyrics is an artificial intelligence music project, the purpose of which is to make the most interesting rock and metal music possible around my own pre-written lyrics.

Phase Chroma is a high-concept duo occupying the luminous, melancholic space between Progressive Structure and Ethereal Art-Pop. Formed around a striking duality—precise, structural synth work meets vast, dreamy vocal atmospheres—the project exists to explore emotional resonance through meticulous design. Their music sounds like the aftermath of a beautiful, systemic failure. Tracks like the digitally fractured "Neon Decay" and the liquid, intimate vastness of "Ripples in the Void" showcase their signature approach: cinematic soundscapes where every layered texture and subtle metric shift is intentional. Phase Chroma doesn't just make music; they manufacture deeply felt sonic tension for the quiet, empty hours.

ENG: Merely an existence within a (vast) universe brimming with vibrating strings. I’ve always written the lyrics, but I’ve never shared them in the form of a song — well, now I’ve decided to share them.


PT-BR: Meramente uma existência em um (vasto) universo tecido por cordas vibrantes. Sempre criei as letras, mas nunca compartilhei em formato de canção — bom, agora, decidi compartilhá-las.


日本語: ただ、振動する弦に満ちた（広大な）宇宙の中の一存在。いつも歌詞は作ってきましたが、曲としては一度も共有したことがありませんでした。――でも、今はそれを共有することに決めました。— I'm studying Japanese... Ah... Look, I'm trying to learn. Haha!

🤎🌈 💜💚💖 ✍️Compositora, productora, cantante🗽Booking: lacentauradelnorte@gmail.com - Escucha "DisCulpas"

A creative music producer and songwriter with a passion for crafting unique sounds and meaningful stories. Also skilled in graphic design and communication, with both an eye and an ear for what feels right. Combining music, visuals, and ideas to bring projects to life in a fresh and authentic way

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