🍻 This Rowdy Life is a cheeky, boisterous pub-folk anthem packed with spilled drinks, stolen kisses, lost bets, and unapologetic joy. Backed by fingerstyle guitar, fiddle, and stomping rhythm, the track blends humor and heart in a singalong that feels right at home on a sticky bar floor at 2AM.

Recorded with gang vocals, shout-along choruses, and a big "Hey, ho, one more round!" energy, it's both a celebration of chaos and a wink at those who’ve lived it.

Featuring call-and-response, echo lines, crowd chants, and a warm acoustic finish, This Rowdy Life captures the mess, mischief, and magic of nights you remember just enough to laugh at in the morning.

Raise your pint, spill your secrets, and join in — no regrets.

Like and repost if you enjoy: folk punk, Irish drinking songs, sea shanties, rowdy pub chants, acoustic tavern storytelling.

[LYRICS]

Woke up in boots that aren’t me size,
A barmaid winks with wicked eyes.
Cards on the floor, the table’s tipped,
Rum’s on me shirt from where I sipped.

Last night I kissed a lass or two,
One laughed and said, “Well fancy you!”
She pulled up close and pinched me hat
Then took me chips, just like that.

Hey, ho, one more round, our chips were lost without a toss
Our rum was spilt, aye! and table flipped.

We called it luck and let it slip.

Raise your glasses, stomp the floor!
Sing it loud, then shout for more!
Spill your secrets, spill your ale
This rowdy life was made to fail!

The bouncer’s shoutin’, I’m long gone—
I darted left, me coat was pawned.
I won some pride and lost me coin—
But chaos, love, and I still join.

Moon still high, me brain’s a fog,
Me pal’s out barkin’ like a dog.
A lass just flashed a wicked grin—
And said, “Let’s see if you can spin.”

I danced atop the sticky bar,
Got dared to kiss a lass named Mar.
She slapped me face, then poured a brew—
Said, “That’s for charmin’ half the crew!”

The floorboards creak, the lights burn low,
We’re tales the barkeep shouldn’t know.
I’ve got no map, but still I steer—
With reckless joy and flat warm beer.

Raise your pint and stomp once more!
Life’s too cracked to keep the score!
Spill your secrets, spill your pain
Then drink and dance and love again!

Who’s got regrets? Not me, not now!
Not me, not now!

We broke the rules and lived somehow!
Lived somehow!

This rowdy life won’t treat you kind
But aye, it’s the finest you will find!

This Rowdy Life (Lyrics Below)

A cinematic sea shanty forged in fury and salt. The Widow’s Oath is an epic tale of grief, defiance, and vengeance—sung by a lone voice turned tempest. With pounding bodhrán, storm-swept fiddle, and chain-snarled rhythms, her voice rises like a curse against the sea itself. Each chorus builds like a squall, echoing across the brine for what was taken and never returned. This is no mourning hymn—it’s an oath sealed in rage, loss, and the salt of ten thousand tears.

[LYRICS]

’Tis said the sea forgets its dead.
But I recall each thread once bled.

He kissed me cheek at break o’ day,
Then turned and sailed his soul away.
I kept the hearth, I bore the strain
Now wind and wave shall taste me pain.

Blow, winds, blow—ye took what’s mine.
(I’ll blow me curse on every line!)
I’ll salt thy depths with tears and brine.
(And mark the tide with bitter sign.)
Thou may’st claim what fate allows—
(The sea be fierce, but I make vows.)
But I hold fast what storms can’t douse..

They brought back neither rope nor bone,
Just tales of foam and voices blown.
No grave to tend, no name to stone
Thus howling gales shall heed me moan.

Blow, winds, blow—ye took what’s mine.
I’ll salt thy depths with tears and brine.
Thou may’st claim what fate allows
But I hold fast what storms can’t douse..

I wear no black, I hang no shawl
I stoke me rage, I do not fall.
Each wave that breaks upon the shore
Shall feel me grief, and hear me roar.

Blow, winds, blow—ye took what’s mine.
I’ll salt thy depths with tears and brine.
Thou may’st claim what fate allows
But I hold fast what storms can’t douse.

So mark me voice and mark me name,
No swell shall rise ere I reclaim.
I’ll curse the stars, I’ll damn the tide
’Til she gives back what was denied.

Blow, winds, blow—ye took what’s mine.
I’ll salt thy depths with tears and brine.
Thou may’st claim what fate allows
But I hold fast what storms can’t douse.

But I hold fast what storms can’t douse…

The Widow’s Oath – A Cinematic Neo-Shanty of Salt and Reckoning of Grief and Fury

GONNA POST THIS ONE NOW AS GOT SOMETHING PERSONAL WE HAVE TO DO TOMORROW HOPE YOU LIKE RESPECT EVERYONE HERES THE TRACKLIST

(1) TRIP - HERE IT IS
(2) RE-CON - REMEMBRANCE
(3) REVISION-X - MIRACLE
(4) RE-CON - GOOD FOR ME (UNKNOWN REMIX)
(5) PIE STAR & HPNOTIC - WE MADE IT
(6) JOEY RIOT & MIKE REVERIE - VEY HALLA
(7) FRACUS & JACK IN BOX - BY MY SIDE
(8) DRIFT & STEVEN STRAUB - MOVING ON
(9) WEAVER - FALLING INTO YOU (JTS MIX)
(10) DRIFT - OUTTA MY MIND
(11) ROB IYF AL STROM & MONSTER - GET DOWN
(12) KEVIN INSTINCT - NOT OVER (DRIFT & STEVEN STRAUB REMIX)
(13) ROB IYF & AL STORM - DIAGNOSIS UNKNOWN
(14) ROB IYF & AL STORM - ROCKET SHIP
(15) K-WIRE & LOST FAITH - MY HOUSE
(16) SEDUCTION & EAZYVIBE - DONT U WANT ME (IYF & AL STORM REMIX)
(17) DOUGAL JOEY RIOT & KUTSKI - I CANT FORGET YOU
(18) MARK BREEZE - RAVING DRUG
(19) GAMMER - LOOK BACK
(20) DOUGAL & GAMMER - SHOULDER LOCK
(21) DARREN STYLES - BEFORE THE SUN
(22) ATMOZFEARS & CODE BLACK - ACCELERATE (DARREN STYLES REMIX)
(23) BEN DEFEKT & MIKE ENEMY - FIVE YEARS ( DRIFT REMIX)
(24) ARNIE & AUDIO NITRATE - WHO WE ARE
(25) PSYCHOSIS - SMOKE & ASH
(26) 3RDWAV - SING WITH ME
(27) B0UNC3 - 2 B COOL
(28) NO HERO X MENTA - STAY RIGHT HERE
(29) TWO MINDS PROJECT - TRYING

SUNDAY SESSIONS VOL 33 - DRIFT - HARDCORE MASH UP

lyrics: Iowa sunshine, just a few dishes, I can't whistle, Zu, Floth's sample, Herman, someday, based on an untrue story, Indian dance song, what's this game, Bollyfoot, everybody out there riding around in your automobile, meatloaf rant, brown streak, oh gosh oh gee, Battle of Jericho, former president once said, cyclotron was a simple toy, river rises, brings back memories, Tennessee hills, remember number 3, I thought I'd never find the darn thing again, last thing that I want to know, in my hills of old Tennessee they yodel all night till dawn's early, wrong type of Indian, sit down, royal crumble, ain't no parking here, black-eyed peas, green grass start growing, House of the Rising Meatloaf, it's tooling to, concrete, too late to run, newspaper car key, please clap, well hello there, sky polka, dreaming, I must be dreaming, hehe, too late to run guess I'm not so bad after all

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Releasing August 29, 2025, this title track hits hard with detuned synth stabs, glitched vocal drops, and a relentless rhythm that keeps escalating. Built for the mainstage — all energy, no filler.

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Shamanic vocals and conscious rap over didgeridoo and tribal percussion.

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Fusing Jazzy Swing-Vibes with Tech-House
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PrimAudiA //Prime-awe-di-ah//

Channeling the cosmos, I pull it out from the ether and push it out through a speaker...I'm here for the jammin' and spiritual expansion :)

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I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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Hard Mike is a Chicago-based DJ and producer known for igniting dancefloors with his explosive blend of Dutch house, electro, and dubstep. Driven by a lifelong obsession with high-octane sound, Mike earned the moniker “Hard Mike” thanks to his unshakable love for the harder styles of dance music.

His journey began at just 14, when a friend’s older brother introduced him to the pounding rhythms of Hardstyle—an encounter that would shape his musical DNA forever. From that moment on, Mike dove headfirst into music production, experimenting with software and forging his own signature sound.

Over the last three years, Hard Mike has become a staple in Chicago’s club scene, rocking the decks at legendary venues like Crobar, Sound-Bar, Vlive, Enclave, Vision, Republic, Ontourage, and more. His high-energy sets have earned him opening slots for global heavyweights including David Guetta, Erick Morillo, Rusko, ATB, Ferry Corsten, and others.

Influenced by the genre-bending styles of Deadmau5, Skrillex, Feed Me, Afrojack, and Laidback Luke, Hard Mike fuses gritty basslines, crisp percussion, and melodic chaos into every performance.

With fresh productions on the horizon and a relentless drive to push boundaries, Hard Mike isn’t just part of the scene—he is the storm coming.

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