With Vivid Triad, Space Goblins dive deeper into retro and psychedelic sounds, blending grunge, punk, and synth-driven textures with a more dreamlike and colorful atmosphere. Hypnotic riffs, swirling synths, and infectious melodies shape this vibrant and electrifying EP. 🚀🎸🌈

Available on Spotify

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*All songs Composed by Matias Noordermeer (AKA Roveran)

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/1A20jGU7VIaC8pSjmOrZkZ?si=P37_ZHGSTNWb6a0DqbEDgw

Apple Music

Trapped in the Rainbow

Update: First feeler run in for lead electric and vocal developed a bit more

Lyrics

One Two Three
Fast now like light
Four Five Six
Fastened in bright
Seven Eight Nine
Sun is making time line
Ten Eleven
Solar dimensional heaven

Yeah, Sun you are the One

Do it for the tree
For the bird
For the bee
Your mutated light
System is in sight
Do it for the ant
Thank plant for pant
Lungs get to breath
Drink and eat
Good seed!

Yeah, Sun you are the One

Here's to internal order
Fear not need be disorder
We making positive hoarder
Own mind controlled camcorder

Fast for the Sun
Muse that Moon tuned tone
Mercury to Venus
Mighty Mars and Jupiter it's on
Saturn rings rung

One Two Three
Please give it to me
Four Five Six
Good here like goat giving glee
Seven Eight Nine
Musical mustard mould mime
Ten Eleven
Earth sees intentional heaven

Sun, You are the One

Here's to internal order
Fear not need be disorder
We making positive hoarder
Own mind controlled camcorder
Saturn rings rung
Uranus pole tipped to light one
Neptunes helium
We're Pluto floating

Flash that fun

Fast for the Sun
Fast for the Sun
Fast for the Sun




Spare lyrics
Moon, most nights reflecting that fun

Fast for the Sun

Jumping on the trampoline, reaching for the sky

Outlaw Country Rock 2025 🚛 “Renegade Rhythms” – Your Red‑Dirt Road‑Trip Anthem!
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Verse 1
Rust on the fender, red-dirt thunder, midnight hidin’ our sins,
Gas-station coffee, .45 softly hummin’ beneath the dash-light grin.
We bet our souls on borrowed wheels, burnin’ rubber through the pine,
Swore daylight couldn’t catch us—hell, we thought we owned time.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Verse 2
Barstool prophets preach of love, but I’m payin’ tabs with ghosts;
High-noon promises went bust on that ragged Texas coast.
Still taste her velvet wildfire, still hear the outlaw choir ring;
Though the badge took back the highway, it can’t cuff the songs we sing.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Bridge
When a freight train yodels midnight, and the coyotes join the tune,
I hitch my heart to boxcar dreams and lonesome steel-string blues.
Might be older, might hurt colder, but the fire’s still raisin’ Cain—
A renegade beneath these wrinkles, thunder pumpin’ through my veins.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Renegade Rhythms of Yesterday

Doom Butch Banger Feat. MF Doom Prod. Butch Brownstone

Sometimes things don,t work as they should and glitch

Glitch

NoiZ

A slow tropical love song about a couple’s escape to a faraway island, where the music’s soft, the stars are bright, and anything feels possible. Beneath the steel drums and sea breeze, Island of Forbidden Dreams is really about trust, connection, and rediscovering passion in paradise — a vacation for the body and the soul.

LYRICS
(C)2025

[Verse 1]
We booked a flight to paradise, just me and you,
A secret getaway beneath the ocean blue.
The air was warm, the sky was sweet,
We left our worries in the city heat.
You held my hand as the palm trees swayed,
Said, “Let’s make memories we won’t trade.”

[Chorus]
On the Island of Forbidden Dreams,
Where nothing’s quite the way it seems.
The music’s soft, the moonlight gleams,
We found our hearts on the island of dreams.

[Verse 2]
We met some friends with knowing smiles,
Laughed together all the while.
They wore bright shirts and golden tans,
Upside-down pineapples on their hands.
Said, “Come along, it’s all in fun,
When the stars come out, the night’s begun.”

[Chorus]
On the Island of Forbidden Dreams,
Where nothing’s quite the way it seems.
The tide rolls in, the candles beam,
We found our hearts on the island of dreams.

[Bridge]
A couple danced, a lady twirled,
A unicorn in a secret world.
We shared the night, the laughter, the sea,
And lost ourselves so easily.
No words, no rules, just gentle themes,
On that island of forbidden dreams.

[Verse 3]
Flying home through the morning skies,
We saw the sunrise in each other’s eyes.
You whispered soft, “Let’s go again,
Someday soon, just tell me when.”
But we both agreed, truth between—
The best part was you and me.

[Final Chorus]
On the Island of Forbidden Dreams,
Where love is freer than it seems.
The world fades out, the heart redeems,
We found our souls on the island of dreams.

Demo

Island Of Forbidden Dreams

HiddenFrequencies.mp3

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

A Questionable Woman and the Answer Man

This song is a love story of sorts, a temptress who is luring in this man with her wild ways, getting him to leave his normal mundane life behind and live with her in the forest of blue. In my mind this had a fairy tale feel to it but with a darker element...  The music I feel works great with the piano and strings, giving it a great atmosphere and really fits in well with the storyline

Cat's Whiskers

the forest of blue (2 Rightly/Aine Parkes)

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”