Check out the sequel to Control Alt Delete "Killing Tomorrow" 

Killing Tomorrow

DONEYET (WOKEUP)

I’m a huge fan of the show "Justified". Elmore Leonard’s dialogue has so many brilliant turns of phrase and was a big inspiration for this character driven song. It has a Southern Gothic feel to it - at once dark, ominous and foreboding. It would work well as a moody backdrop to a western or crime drama.


Don't Tred On Me (Acoustic)

Pounding rhythm, bluesy guitars and searing harmonica solos back this tale of a badass woman taking the matters of protection into her own hands. 

She Killed A Man

Lyrics:

The living dead
Walks the streets
Since that fateful day
Beneath the sheets
You no longer loved me
Those words you spoke
Where once a lover
A stranger awoke

On that fateful day
My love had died
Even though you saw me
With a cold stare, eyed
Where did your love go
For me you had
Your body kept living
But in darkness was clad

The one who loved me
Died at dawn that day
And in her place
One who wasn't the same
The living dead

Oh Mary you were
Once my hero
Saved me from myself
Once a zero
You picked me up
And dust me off
Saw a light within me
When others scoffed

There was so much love
Where did it go
To this very day
I'll never know
I still loved you
In a way, still do
But who you are now
I never knew

On that fateful day
My love had died
Even though you saw me
With a cold stare, eyed
Where did your love go
For me you had
Your body kept living
But in darkness was clad

The one who loved me
Died at dawn that day
And in her place
One who wasn't the same
 
The living dead

The living dead

The living dead

The Mary I knew
Was gone forever
Left in her place
Is just an imposter
The living dead

Since then I've grieved
I made my peace
Though closure denied
Time will always ease
The one who loved me
Is dead and gone
Her funeral pyre
Is this song

May these words burn you
Like a great bonfire
You're a wicked imposter
Like a fox, but sly-er
Not the Mary I loved
But a Mary I hate
The path to my heart
To you I close the gate

I've found my closure
In the living dead
Goodbye, Mary

The Living Dead

Sabotage

The Revenge

Lyrics:

They're spiders, a web they weave
Their webs bind, with no reprieve
They must gather, all around
Like a black hole, horizon-bound

Put your ear against the ground
Hold your breath, make no sound
Here they come, it's a stampede
They crawl upon us now, to feed


Spiders
Spiders
Spiders

They suckle from our teat
They bray and they bleat
They have nothing to give
But without us, they can't live

They have no truth, they only fib
They wear a filthy, tainted bib
They come knocking at your door
They want only more and more

Spiders
Spiders

Wipe the sweat from your brow
In a sea of it, make them drown
Or they'll keep coming back again
Full of avarice and sin

At one turn they're for peace
At another, with fire they fleece
They cry that they want a fight
But with toothpicks they will strike

If you're with them they will psych
They will cannibalize all alike
Like the mantis they will turn against you
And strip your bones of flesh and sinew

Spiders
Spiders
Spiders
Spiders

Spiders
Spiders
Spiders
Spiders

Spiders

An intense journey through raw emotions, betrayal, and survival. This album weaves together dark trap beats with haunting storytelling, exploring themes of power, deception, and self-destruction. Each track pulls you deeper into the mind of a character caught in a battle between love and revenge.

Gold D

Playing the Fool

Legacy in Ashes

Stitched Lies

Velvet Crucifix

Ghosts and Flames

A dark tribal banger and witch threat anthem. With stomping drums, whispered warnings, and full-throated fury, it's a spell in motion—a declaration of power, vengeance, and sacred rage. This isn’t a plea. It’s a promise.



You Called the Wrong One

Yoda Yuta is a music producer known for blending emotional depth with hard-hitting beats. With a unique style that ranges from empowering anthems to introspective, acoustic moments, Yoda Yuta creates tracks that connect on a personal level. Drawing inspiration from diverse genres, each composition reflects a deep storytelling approach, blending raw energy with vulnerability.

Previously known as Yerosha Mythological. I make music.

I love music of all kinds, and I want to write songs that resonate with people, and songs that they will enjoy. Thanks for listening and thanks for the likes!

Aelthune is the sound of sacred ruin.
Summoned from the shadow of an abandoned stone church, her music weaves dark folk, cosmic gospel, and haunted poetry into something both reverent and feral. With a voice that howls like a hymn through stained glass dust, Aelthune sings of death, devotion, myth, and memory—where love is a spell, loss is a sacrament, and every chorus is a curse wrapped in silk.

Each track feels like it was unearthed, not written—an offering from a deeper place.
Her songs don’t ask for permission. They knock down the door of your soul and leave petals on the threshold.

Rob Barnhardt is a word nerd, irrational numbers enthusiast, avid disestablishmentarian, penny ante poker phenom and notorious sleep-aholic who sometimes dreams in Rock ‘n’ Roll. His parents were the star attraction in a daring high wire act that famously worked without a net. Both died while he was still young. He was sent to his grandmother's brothel where he was raised by prostitutes. Encouraged by a Jesuit priest, he taught himself guitar at 13, becoming an accomplished classical guitarist. He was high school valedictorian and went off to Julliard on a music scholarship. He kept a revolver and a rattlesnake in his dorm room, supplementing his scholarship with money he made selling drugs. He took advantage of the many parties at Juilliard and would often show up to them naked. He got kicked out of school for running an illegal numbers game and became an ambulance driver, hustling pool and playing in a jazz combo on the side. He met and fell in love with an Atlantic City showgirl on an ocean liner when he was 27. They jumped ship and married in Istanbul, exploring Eastern mythology and the occult while on their honeymoon. On a party dare gone awry, he fatally shot his new bride while attempting an ill conceived version of William Tell, missing the shot glass placed atop her head and instead shooting her in the eye. After serving seven years hard labor for manslaughter, he escaped from a Romanian prison and stole away on a southbound freighter. He found himself in Brisbane, living in a motel and living hand to mouth, furiously writing songs and drinking heavily. Between sporadic bar gigs, he took odd jobs at shipyards and funeral homes. He never remarried, preferring one night stands and prostitutes to a committed monogamous relationship. At this writing, he lives a hermit-like existence in a sparsely furnished farmhouse East of Omaha. And when he does venture out for musical engagements, he usually wants to be back at home.

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