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Another HYPERBOP$ EP Track (Prod. Trippy Noir)

BURBERRY ViBE BOMB

An energetic young cat curiously searches for entertainment, while trying not to be detected by his foes.  He carefully & quietly searches for something small and furry to chase.

This is an instrumental folktronica song which incorporates hip-hop rhythms fused with acoustic guitar backed and by bold synths.  A touch of dark eeriness lends it nicely as a Fall / Halloween song.

Was It A Cat I Saw?

Joy Ride

Echo3s of a lost r3alm

Round And Round by Beats Working (John Hardman) - rock ballad guitar based
John Hardman - Vocals, guitar, keys
Written, produced and arranged by JH
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK/Swamp Records UK for all territories

Round And Round - Beats Working

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Ce titre, avec ‘J’VEUX SURTOUT PAS’  et ‘INFIDÈLE’  fait partie de la trilogie ‘des amours tumultueux’ du micro-album PHONOGRAPHE de MCDC. Un des amoureux, à répétition,  s’est mal occupé de l’autre et  se retrouve,  depuis un an, séparé et seul à pleurer sur son sort dans le Pub des regrets,  où, en  couple, ils aimaient bien aller siroter un verre.

This title, with 'JE VEUX SURTOUT PAS' and 'INFIDÈLE', is part of the 'tumultuous love' trilogy from the EP PHONOGRAPHE by MCDC. One of the lovers, repeatedly, took poor care of the other and has been left alone, separated for a year, to cry over his fate in the Pub of Regrets, where, as a couple, they liked to go and sip a drink.


PHONOGRAPHE

Au Pub des regrets

Depression Theme

A little something about 'cumulative disruption'

Lyrics:

You know
Just because you have a freedom
You don't have to exercise it 
Every given moment of everyday you know
Well I'm rather more interested in
What happens when I run out of embarrassment

And he went on to say
Hey look, not everyone's xenocidal galactic socialistic theocracy 
Is perfect okay


Just about everyone agrees
It's tough being a lady's warder
Sex for a man
Because you know we aim to please
Is like trying to solve a rubik's cube
With an anxiety disorder
While trying not to sneeze

They've altered the terminology for festive occasions
And so for Fourth of July we're going to be setting off
Fire-Caucasians

There was an auspicious southerly breeze
On the day we unburdened ourselves from the Queen of Pinot Gris

The government was saying in a particularly rude way
That just because you have a freedom
You don't need to use it at every moment of every day
And I thought why would they feel the need to be free to say that
At this particular moment anyway

One thing seems to be incontrovertibly true
In Soviet Britain, social media posts you

They went on that governance has to be done steadily
And without stumbling upon regret
Like performing a minuet
Or making a smashing omelet
Not to dirty some egg yolks
But anyway so yeah we coerced some folks

As the thought of trying to obliterate me was tightening their rectum
The painted sybil was strumming her plectrum
The Greek chorus decried equal amounts of economic illiteracy 
On either side of the spectrum
And then his backing singers really went to town
Like crabs in a bucket clawing each other down

And then my traveling companion
Had had enough of being restrained
And complained a very millennial complaint
That now it takes four singing fish to be entertained

The high court jester 
Concluded with a pretty shrewd remark
As he was busy collecting the necessaries
The key to isolating his mark
And causing things to fester
Was to forget a man's ancestors
Hide his descendants
And separate his contemporaries

In the ultramarine dark
He was caparisoned as if strolling on a lark
Resembling a tasseled wobbegong carpet shark

She was quite a debutante for a start
And hard to hate for anyone with half a heart
An epitome of discernment
Like the connoisseur of detournement

We were bantering the specifics to and fro
And even though I was doing it a little bit slow
It had been a pleasant trip so to speak

After a long time of being on the shelf
As poignantly as having a sword run through
If something seems painfully obvious to you
But obvious to no one else 
That fact is more real than reality itself

Every Given Moment / Chnospinci

They asked for proof
I offered none
They measured silence
Filed it under non-compliance

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But the desert disagrees

They checked my spine 
for humps of pride
Found vertebrae of doubt instead
They nodded - classic case

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
Still they bring the rope

Every question comes pre-answered
Every form already signed

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But they keep the sand on file

I'm not
I'm not

Not a Camel

You’re Gonna Go Far

Darken Daze Demo

demo free me

Closer ZERØSPACE Mix

A tale of deceit and trickery and regret.

You don’t give a damn.

“Till I’m Drunk & Confused” tells the story of someone trapped in a loop of regret — drinking to forget, but only finding the truth they’ve been avoiding. It’s a story about the moment when denial gives way to clarity, and the only person left to face is yourself. The lyrics walk that tightrope between self-awareness and self-destruction: “I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused / It’s killing me that there’s just no use / You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me.” The music stays bright and pulsing, almost defiant — an ironic counterpoint to the lyrics’ honesty. It’s heartbreak disguised as motion, confession wrapped in rhythm, self-reflection faces reality. Underneath the shine lies regret, loneliness, and hard-won self-awareness.

At its core, “Till I’m Drunk & Confused (So Lost Without You)” is a reflection on heartbreak, regret, and self-realization. The lyrics tell the story of someone who lost a relationship because of alcohol — and now uses that same alcohol to fill the silence.

Lines like
“I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused”
and
“You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me”
capture the emotional punch hiding beneath the track’s upbeat production. What makes it powerful isn’t the sadness — it’s the clarity that comes with it. The song dances its way through denial, self-blame, and eventual truth.

A bittersweet dance-floor confessional about losing someone, numbing the pain, and finally seeing yourself in the aftermath — ‘Till I’m Drunk & Confused’ turns heartbreak into motion.


'Till I'm Drunk & Confused

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