"I love my children so much that I choose not to bring them into this world. No human being should have to endure the pain of life because of my decision. The greatest gift I can give my children is to never bring them into existence—let the cycle of suffering end with me."

Rohe Zakhmi

The A-side of my new single "Cynical Morning Smoke". Listen first here on SoundCloud. Release on other plattforms November 21st. (2024). A rather ironic song about bad winter mornings.

Cynical Morning Smoke

GIVE ME YOUR LOVE

some birds can sing in perfect fifths~ 
& perfect fourths. 
This started out as a riff. 
much love.
Swan~

Fifth riff

Free Palestine

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License, & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: LIFE AIN"T WHAT IT USED TO BE
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Life ain't what it used to be
The stars feel dim no light for me
The streets hum low with history
But the echoes fade like a restless sea

(Verse 2)
The sun still rises but it's lost its glow
The rivers run but they move so slow
I see the faces but the smiles don’t show
Time keeps moving yet I don’t know

(Chorus)
Life ain't what it used to be
A broken mirror of memories
Pieces scatter like falling leaves
Holding on to what I can’t retrieve

(Bridge)
Oh the winds they whisper tales untold
Of dreams once warm now bitter cold
I chase the past but can’t take hold
Life's a story left uncontrolled

(Verse 3)
The nights stretch longer the days feel thin
I try to fight but I can't win
The cracks are showing under my skin
Life’s a game I can't begin

(Chorus)
Life ain't what it used to be
A broken mirror of memories
Pieces scatter like falling leaves
Holding on to what I can’t retrieve

Get Old--Get Carefree

Life Ain't What It Used To Be

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[Verse 1]
Mailman dropped another bruise-blue bill,
Wallet’s thinner than a sawgrass quill.
But buried under late-fee screams
Lay a sun-bleached photo cracked at the seams.
Bench-seat Chevy, July-night heat,
Crickets crowd-surfing that back-road beat.
Twelve-gauge laughter, bottle-rocket sparks,
Scratchin’ our names in the county park.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Verse 2]
Meet for a game, pretend we’ve grown,
Then the scoreboards fade and the legend’s on.
Talk gets loud like a two-lane hymn,
Braggin’ on nights we forgot to end.
Gulf-breeze kiss and a Mardi-Gras grin,
Truck-bed throne rolling bourbon within.
Flip-cup kings with a half-shot crown,
Turned the strip to a carnival town.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Bridge]
Clock keeps ticking, but the needle sticks
When a bar-room band hits those drone-string licks.
Gray in the beard, yet the wild won’t fade—
One chord strikes and we’re back in the parade.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was, that is, that’ll always be us.

Rust-Red Time Machine

1038 — Piano

Chasing New Horizons, Frank learning letters

Bass sound is made with my music software.
Shakuhachi flute with reverb.

Une petite lueur (a small glimmer).

Doin'itForTimexStyker(DrumandBass)(BeaTrainMix)(freestyle)

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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!”