No More Mr. Nice Guy

Ice Cream Man

Roulette

Sunshine Song

Rubber Ducky

Fecal Matter

Death Destroyer II

Tongue Depressor

Walmart

Pimple Sweat

Hello cargo, noble destrier
Du parent bobo du quartier
Tes roues avant surchargées
Portent plus que tes bambins serrés

Tu transportes l'âme écolo
De celui qui fuit l'auto
Ses convictions bio-locales
Et sa fibre environnementale

Ô bicyclette familiale
Signal de vertu morale
Tu proclames sur les pavés :
"Regardez comme j'ai changé !"

Trois places pour deux enfants
Un coffre plein de bons sentiments
Tu roules lent mais fier
Vers la crèche parentale du quartier

Hello cargo, symbole urbain
Du progressisme de demain
Lourd de principes et d'orgueil
Tu pédales vers un monde meilleur !

Tu transportes l'âme écolo
De celui qui fuit l'auto
Ses convictions bio-locales
Et sa fibre environnementale

Ô bicyclette familiale
Signal de vertu morale
Tu proclames sur les pavés :
"Regardez comme j'ai changé !"

Trois places pour deux enfants
Un coffre plein de bons sentiments
Tu roules lent mais fier
Vers la crèche parentale du quartier

Hello cargo, symbole urbain
Du progressisme de demain
Lourd de principes et d'orgueil
Tu pédales vers un monde meilleur !

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Paroles : Claude
Musique et chant : Suno
Mastérisation : BandLab
Image : Dall·E + Dall·E

Banger GR - Hello Cargo

Thrift Store Saints is a folk punk battle cry for the outcasts who wear their scars like patches. With gritty acoustic strumming, shout-sung truths, and lyrics that hit like a bottle-breaking blessing, this track praises the holy nobodies—the drifters, dreamers, and down-but-not-done.
These aren’t saints in stained glass. These are the saints in flannel and spit.

Sing it loud. Sing it torn.

#FolkPunk #ThriftStoreSaints #AcousticRiot #GutterFolk #PunkWithAHeart #RustbeltAnthems #DIYFolk #Antifolk #SoundCloudFolkPunk #HolyOutcasts #GritAndGlory #BarroomBallads #SaintsInFlannel #LoFiFolkPunk #RebelHymns

Thrift Store Saints

Church Camp Hangover is a folk punk confessional full of late-night doubts, broken promises, and communion wine that burned on the way down. With shout-along vocals, raw acoustic chords, and lyrics that swing between holy and hungover, this track is for anyone who found God at camp and then lost Him behind the gas station. It’s messy, it’s honest, and it still smells like campfire and bad decisions.

Amen and ouch.

#FolkPunk #ChurchCampHangover #AcousticAnarchy #HolyRegrets #GutterFolk #CampfireConfessions #PunkWithGuilt #SoundCloudFolkPunk #LoFiAnthems #BrokenYouthHymns #RusticRebellion #RebelChords #DIYFolk #SinnerSongs #FolkWithFangs

Church Camp Hangover

Don’t Tell Me To Breathe is a folk punk pressure valve—raw, rapid, and righteously pissed. With driving acoustic chords, crackling vocals, and lyrics that punch through every well-meaning platitude, this track throws a middle finger at forced calm and fake empathy. It’s for the anxious, the angry, the overstimulated, and the over-it.

This isn’t therapy—it’s testimony.
Loud. Fast. Unapologetic.

#FolkPunk #DontTellMeToBreathe #AcousticRage #PanicAnthem #GutterFolk #AngryFolk #AnxietyAnthem #SoundCloudFolkPunk #DIYMusic #LoFiPunkFolk #RebelFolk #EmotionalNoise #FolkScream #ProtestWithAStrum #RustbeltAnthems

Don't Tell Me To Breathe

Pocket Knife Prayer is a back-alley hymn for the broken and the brave. Gritty acoustic strums meet urgent, gut-punched vocals in this folk punk anthem about faith, fear, and fighting your way forward with whatever’s left in your pocket. It’s a survival song for anyone who ever prayed with bloody hands and didn’t wait for permission.

Sacred. Sharp. Still standing.

#FolkPunk #PocketKnifePrayer #AcousticRebellion #SacredRage #GutterGospel #LoFiPunkFolk #SurvivalSong #RustbeltFolk #SoundCloudFolkPunk #BackAlleyHymn #EmoFolk #DIYAnthem #WoundedButLoud #FolkWithFangs #AltFolkPunk #RebelHymns

Pocket Knife Prayer

Luottamusmies

Track 1 of 2 from an unfinished EP. (2016)

(Can't Stop) The Plague

Track 2 of 2 from an unfinished EP. (2016)

So Wrong

songbird

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖕 𝕲𝕽
🌹☠️🌹🥀🐝

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New tracks tagged #folk punk