31 reloaded tracks from my latest monthly creations — an anthology of rock. From grunge, garage, and post-punk to prog, doom, emo rock, alt metal, and metalcore, each cut reimagines my originals with raw riffs, crushing drums, and anthemic hooks built for SoundCloud discovery and replay.

ROCK PRISM

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm just happy (Pure Rock reload)

Darling, darling…
Chills alone, hoping for some signals.
All shaky, skipping over queries.
Warm skin, mind softly buzzing.
Ain’t it clear what those thoughts are drifting?

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear — make it clear, cutie.

Seeming bashful, hunting for a cue now.
Go on, sweet one, let’s melt into the twilight.
Just pause for a beat before diving deeper.
Hand me a buck so I can buzz my buddy.
They snag a lift to a sleek urban haven,
And at length reveal exactly what the vibe craves.

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear.

Veins throb like thunder —
’Cause finally there’s this wild connection.
Ease up, cutie, now it’s just us here… yeah.

They rise with the sun ’cause the world is stirring.
Two brand-new souls, but that’s not the focus.
Outside it’s brisk, hazy and drizzling.
They share the moment — no one’s even fussing.
“Drat, I’m low on juice and pastries.”
“Forget it, darling — we can stream the sunrise flick.”

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Guitar riff — make it clear.
Darling.
Stronger.
Push it.
That’s the highlight.
Ponder if it’s right.

Do you think I’m horny (Disco Rock reload)

I found your lighter in my coat
Didn’t cry — just felt the smoke
Your echo lives behind the door
But I don’t feel it like before

Some ghosts don’t need to talk
They just sit there and rot

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

Your records still spin in my head
But they scratch like everything you said
I bled enough on all your lines
Now I just cross out your signs

I don’t miss, I dissect
What you ruin, I protect

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

All the blame you threw like knives
Guess what — I'm still alive
Every lie you wrapped in silk
I wear them now like scars, not guilt

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe
Just fuck you

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk Rock reload)

I am a phantom
I am a specter
I'm the light you think you see
When you feel there's someone standing right next to you

We are the ghosts
We don't care
You're next
We are the ghosts
We don't care
Your lover is next

I am the lost one
I am the least one
I'm the darkness that you see
When you feel there's something right in front of you

We are the ghosts
We don't care
You're next
We are the ghosts
We don't care
Your family is next

We are the ghosts
We don't care
You're next
We are the ghosts
We don't care
Your iPhone is next
And you too

We are the ghosts
We don't care
You're next
We are the ghosts
We don't care
Your dog is next

We are the ghosts (Post Grunge Rock reload)

You said something kind of sweet,
then typed it twice, that’s weird to me.
I saw your playlist, skipped a song,
now everything just feels too long.

Red flag? Maybe.
Blue light? Daily.

I block at the first thing I don’t like.
Don’t ask me why — it feels right.
Could be your tone, could be your face,
could be the way you write “ok”.
No fight, no talk, no sigh — just click.
My peace of mind is algorithmic.

You posted quotes at 2 a.m.,
I saw one twice — that’s where it ends.
No time to fix, no need to prove,
delete the thread, erase the move.

Soft heart? Maybe.
Hard rules? Daily.

I block at the first thing I don’t like.
Don’t ask me why — it feels right.
Could be your tone, could be your face,
could be the way you write “ok”.
No fight, no talk, no sigh — just click.
My peace of mind is algorithmic.

“People say I’m cold —
but warmth attracts bugs.”

I block at the first thing I don’t like.
It keeps my world clean, black and white.
No drama left, no fix to find.
You cross a line — I close the site.

Red flag? Maybe.
Blue light? Daily.
Soft heart? Maybe.
Hard rules? Daily.

I block at the first thing (Indie Rock reload)

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

Close your eyes and breathe me in
City sleeps but the wires still sing
I chase the spark from a restless night
Your name hits hard like a neon light

I walk the line where the past rewinds
Photos fade but the frame survives
Distant voices on a radio band
Pull me forward like a steady hand

Through the quiet I won’t break
Every drumbeat knows your name
I will find you in the flame

Hold me in the afterglow
Turn it up until it shows
We were shadows turned to bright
Run with me into the night
If forever feels out of reach
Sing it back so I believe
When the world goes cold on me
Dreams are where you come to me

Streetlights smear on a midnight ride
Tires cry out like a warning sign
Every corner keeps a trace of you
Painted loud in electric blue

Through the quiet I won’t break
Every drumbeat knows your name
I will find you in the flame

Hold me in the afterglow
Turn it up until it shows
We were shadows turned to bright
Run with me into the night
If forever feels out of reach
Sing it back so I believe
When the world goes cold on me
Dreams are where you come to me

I will never let the static win
Cut the noise and pull me in
If we only get tonight
Make it thunder, make it right

Hold me in the afterglow
Turn it up until it shows
We were shadows turned to bright
Run with me into the night
If forever feels out of reach
Sing it back so I believe
When the crowd gets loud and mean
I hear you in every beat

Close your eyes and breathe me in
Morning breaks and the song begins

Hold me in the afterglow (Pop Rock reload)

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)

People told me long ago,
The sea was still, the tides don’t flow.
I watched the waves and shook my head,
Can’t believe a word they said.
So I took my board and chased the sun,
Felt the pull and the ocean run.
Learned that truth comes rolling fast,
Once you leave the shore at last.

I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.

People told me long ago,
Dreams don’t last, they fade like foam.
Thought about it, smiled instead,
The ocean’s bigger than their heads.
Now I’m flying down that line,
Salt and sun and friends of mine.
Every wipeout, every spin,
Makes me wanna dive back in.

I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.

The sea keeps teaching what I missed,
Every wave’s a gentle twist.
Life’s a ride that never ends,
If you paddle hard, it bends again.

I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.
I love it now,
And I’ll love it ten years from now.

Sun goes down, but I don’t care,
Still feel the ocean in my hair.
People change, but somehow I,
Still love the sea, still love the sky.

I’ll love it ten years from now (Surf Rock reload)

Luces sobre mí, ni lo intento ya,
Cada chico tiembla al verme pasar.
Chasquido y sonrisa, caen al suelo,
Ojos abiertos, pidiendo de nuevo.
No los sigo, ni llamo jamás,
Se alinean solo por mirar.

No es un juego, pero siempre gano,
Una mirada y ya están en mis manos.

Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil,
Los corazones saltan cuando me ven venir.
Una mirada, un paso, y se quedan quietos,
Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil.

Susurros vuelan al llegar,
Cada crush cree que soy su final.
No lo planeo, sale natural,
La química es casi cinematográfica.

No es un juego, pero siempre gano,
Una mirada y ya están en mis manos.

Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil,
Los corazones saltan cuando me ven venir.
Una mirada, un paso, y se quedan quietos,
Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil.

No es mi culpa si no resisten,
Magia ocurre cuando giro mi wrist.
Sin reglas, solo electricidad,
Arden por mí hasta la eternidad.

Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil,
Los corazones saltan cuando me ven venir.
Una mirada, un paso, y se quedan quietos,
Enciendo a cada chico, es demasiado fácil.
(Demasiado fácil, demasiado fácil, sí, demasiado fácil.)

Las luces se apagan, pero siguen ardiendo.

Enciendo a cada chico (Spanish Rock reload)

She’s the queen of the hallway lights
Perfect makeup every Friday night
All the boys are begging for a kiss
All the girls are jealous of her bliss

But I’ve seen this movie end before
That crown won’t shine when you’re thirty-four

’Cause my mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
A husband she hates, a house she hates more
She was the prom queen, now she scrubs the floor
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

Lip gloss, high heels in the gym
She thinks forever will belong to them
But I know the curse behind the smile
It only lasts for a little while

So when you brag about your reign
All I see is future pain

’Cause my mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
A husband she hates, a life gone sour
She was the prettiest girl, now she cries in the shower
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

Enjoy your crown, enjoy your fame
Ten years later, no one knows your name
Perfect face turns into regret
Another prom queen you forget

My mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

Enjoy your crown (Punk Rock reload)

He drives you home in his old car,
Smells like whiskey and cheap cigars.
You roll your eyes, I bite my lip,
Tell me, girl, don’t you notice it?

I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right,
He texts me back in the middle of the night…

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

He fixed the light in your bedroom hall,
Stayed too long, we kissed by the wall.
You call it gross, I call it fate,
Guess your mom was just too late.

He drives me wild, he makes me sweat,
I’m the best mistake he’s ever met.

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

Don’t call me crazy, don’t call me cheap,
He’s the only one I’ll ever keep.
At Sunday lunch, when he winks at me,
You’ll remember this melody.

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

Your daddy loves me more than you.

Your dad is kinda sexy (Rock Anthem reload)

No code… no future…

Terminal glow, brain on fire,
Primitive hands can’t climb higher.
Wires hum under broken skin,
Machine’s breath crawling in.

Feed the loop, erase the pain,
We’re the ghosts inside the mainframe.

If you can’t code — you’re a caveman,
If you can’t code — you’re a caveman.
Digital storm — break the chain,
Caveman lost — in the rain.

Binary blood, carbon frame,
Human glitch inside the game.
Silicon gods, electric veins,
Old world screaming in the flames.

Feed the loop, erase the pain,
We’re the ghosts inside the mainframe.

If you can’t code — you’re a caveman,
If you can’t code — you’re a caveman.
Digital storm — break the chain,
Caveman lost — in the rain.

Stone to screen — evolution!
Write the code — revolution!
Echo… error… system… crash!
Reset — rebuild — rebirth — backlash!

If you can’t code — you’re a caveman,
If you can’t code — you’re a caveman.
Digital storm — break the chain,
Caveman lost — in the rain.

Code… or cave…
Code… or cave…

If you can’t code (Alt Metal reload)

Door slams shut — I still hear your name.

Walls are bare where our posters hung,
Every word still cuts my tongue.
Echoes drip from your old perfume,
Bedroom’s now a broken tomb.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But your ghost still flickers in the light.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Crowded halls and whispered lies,
Every glance just amplifies.
Crumbled notes still smell like pain,
Every line repeats your name.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But every truth still cuts like knives.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Saturday lights, flicker then fade,
Every song’s the mess we made.
Plastic dreams, cracked phones,
Now this house feels like a grave.

Call me bitter, call me fake,
All I give is all you take!
Paint my wounds, they shine in red,
Every color I loved is dead!

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…

Don’t disappear (Emo Rock reload)

She calls me a cow.
She calls me a whore.
Funny thing is… I’ve heard it before.

Lipstick cracks, perfume’s cheap,
I fake a smile I can’t keep.
She rolls her eyes when I speak slow,
Says I’m the ghost of a show long ago.

I built her world, now she spits on mine,
Mirror child, born to shine.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Calls me names that used to thrill,
But I’m still here — and I pay the bill.

Credit cards and trembling hands,
Plastic gods and dead-end plans.
She wears the youth I threw away,
And hates the price I have to pay.

She drinks my blood, she drains my fame,
Then screams my face, then screams my name.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Calls me “cow,” calls me “cheap,”
Still she sleeps in the bed I keep.

I was the queen in a magazine glare,
Now I’m the freak with the bleach-fried hair.
She hates my hips, my smile, my fame,
But she’s building herself with my shame.

Hangin’ with my girl — my little disaster,
She steals my pain, just to shine faster.
Call me names, it feeds the flame,
You’ll end up here — we’re the same.

She calls me a cow.
She calls me a whore.
And one day… she’ll call me more.

Hangin’ with my girl (Glam Rock reload)

There’s a choir in my chest,
Singing over broken glass.
Every note is mine,
But none of them will last.

I wake up as a stranger,
In a body that I know.
Names fall like ashes,
And faces start to grow.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Walking through the hallway,
Mirrors on each side.
Every step is stolen,
By someone else inside.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Close my eyes, they open wider.
Hands I move are not my own.
Shadows breathe and call me liar,
No one here is all alone.

Shiver—scatter—
Lose the frame.
Falter—gather—
Change the name.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

If I vanish,
Will I still remain?
If I’m countless,
Do I have a name?

There’s a choir in my chest (Hard Rock reload)

Leaves breathe like lungs in smoke,
I step where the shadows spoke.

Branches hum like broken strings,
Moonlight bleeds through silver wings.
Every root remembers pain,
Every whisper knows my name.

Something moves between the trees,
Soft as sorrow, hard to see.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

Faces bloom from bark and stone,
Eyes like mirrors, never shown.
Steps dissolve in dripping air,
Every silence pulls me there.

Something moves between the trees,
Breathing slow, becoming me.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Heartbeats melt, the light decays.
Every dream I try to save
Turns to dust beneath their gaze.

I am the hunger, I am the sound,
I am the roots that pull you down.
No escape, no dawn to find,
The forest grows inside your mind.

In the forest of monsters, I fade,
Echoed screams in green parade.
Every face becomes the same,
Every breath forgets my name.

Leaves breathe…
I disappear…


In the forest of monsters (Shoegaze Rock reload)

Drums of Mali shake the ground,
Voices rise, a circling sound.
Kora strings and dust and heat,
Old souls move on tireless feet.

Up the mountains cold and wide,
Caucasus winds on fiddle slide.
Wine and thunder, fire and clay,
Echo songs that never fade.

Every border hums the same,
Different tongues, a single flame.

From the Andes to the desert plain,
Folk keeps calling through the rain.
No empire owns that song,
It’s been here all along.

Gypsy strings in Balkan bars,
Oud and darbuka under stars.
Samba feet and desert cry,
Markets hum, the flutes reply.

From the steppes the voices roll,
Throat and sky become one soul.
Erhu bends the morning light,
Stories bloom from sleepless night.

Every border hums the same,
Different tongues, a single flame.

From the Andes to the desert plain,
Folk keeps calling through the rain.
No empire owns that song,
It’s been here all along.

Oud, kora, charango, shamisen,
Balalaika, rabab, cajón again.
One heartbeat, north to south,
Every story from every mouth.

From the Andes to the desert plain,
Folk keeps calling through the rain.
No empire owns that song,
It’s been here all along.

No flag, no crown, no claim —
Folk is the earth, it has no name.

No empire owns that song (Folk Rock reload)

One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

We built our names in concrete walls,
forgot the sound of what we called home.

Every light flickers like a heartbeat

After the fire,
we still hear what remains.
After the storm,
we still find bones.

I traced your face on broken glass,
watched it fade when morning came.

Every tower bends like memory

After the fire,
we still hear what remains.
After the storm,
we still find bones.

Guitars swell, reverb waves rise,

After the fire,
we still hear what remains.
After the storm,
we still find bones.
If this is all that’s left of us,
then let the ruins sing.

After the fire (Post Rock 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.

ROCK PRISM

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