Engines hum beneath the crimson sky
We found the place where the shadows lie

Engines roar under crimson skies, the bar is open, the neon sign
Lucifer’s joint with a whiskey grin, the night begins, the legends walk in
Janis sang with a flame in her eyes, Hendrix bent his licks into lightning skies
Bowie painted stars in red, Cobain laughed and said the dream’s not dead
And in that haze the legend calls, they broke the spell beyond these walls

Heaven? Hell no, it’s boring
All the good people are in hell
Heaven? Hell no, no snoring
Kick the door, ring the bell
Legend voices in the firelight tell
That the road less travelled wears them well

Elvis shook the firelight stage, Morrison roared from his iron cage
Lemmy dealt the cards by neon flame, Cash sang “burn that name” in midnight rain
Tina strutted with a devil’s grin, Lou Reed whispered “walk on in”
All the legends broke their spell, now they headline where the shadows dwell
And down in hell the music roars, the underground is where the legend soars

Heaven? Hell no, it’s boring
All the good people are in hell
Heaven? Hell no, no snoring
Kick the door, ring the bell
Legend whispers in the after-burn of sound
We found the place where the lost are found

Highway flames and a rock n roll yell
See you tonight where the echoes swell
No halos here, just groove and gas
In the after-hell we raise our glass
Legend lives where the angels flee
We’ll ride the night and stay free

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, break that spell
Legend souls where the fire fell
Heaven? Hell no, it’s glorious
All the good people live in hell

All the good people are in hell (Folk Pop reload)

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.

All the good people are in hell (Folk Pop reload)

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