Engines roar under crimson skies,
Lucifer’s bar’s got the open sign.

Janis sings with a whiskey flame,
Hendrix bends a solo, lightning frame.
Bowie paints the stars in red,
Cobain laughs, “man, the dream ain’t dead.”
Winehouse pours a midnight gin,
Prince spins vinyl, lets the funk begin.
Freddie crowns the crowd again,
The saints outside just count the sin.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Elvis shakes the firelight stage,
Morrison growls through the iron cage.
Lemmy deals cards by the neon flame,
Cash keeps score, sings “burn that name.”
Tina struts with a devil’s grin,
Lou Reed hums “walk on in.”
All the legends broke their spell—
Now they headline down in hell.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Bon’s on the mic, sayin’ “raise that glass!”
No halos here, just fuel and gas.
Angels peek but they can’t compete,
Too much groove, too much heat.
If the devil’s got the better sound,
I’ll take the road that’s underground.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Sing it loud — no more snoring!
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — keep roaring.
Turn it up and break that spell —
Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring,
All the good people are in hell!

Highway flames and a rock-n-roll yell,
See ya tonight at the after-hell.

Heaven ? Hell no, it’s boring

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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