Daddy, you work so late at night,
Mom’s got strangers under the light.
Different shoes by the door each day,
Do you know when you’re away?

Daddy, who are all these men?
Mum keeps smiling when they walk in.
Daddy, who are all these men?
Maybe ask her where she’s been.

Daddy, her lipstick’s never clean,
Perfume stronger than I’ve seen.
She says “don’t tell, it’s not your place,”
But I see shadows on her face.

Daddy, who are all these men?
Mum keeps laughing when they walk in.
Daddy, who are all these men?
She won’t say, but I’ve seen them.

Maybe friends, or maybe more,
Why’s she locking every door?
Daddy, should I tell you now?
Or watch you smile while she sneaks out?

Daddy, who are all these men?
Mum keeps smiling when they walk in.
Daddy, who are all these men?
Ask her once, she’ll lie again.

Daddy… maybe you should know.
Daddy… she puts on a show.

Daddy, who are all these men ? (Pop Punk Rock reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

Daddy, who are all these men ? (Pop Punk Rock reload)

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