Tom Harris Originals

Introducing Tom Harris

Welcome to 'Folk & Singers,' a playlist that strips music down to its soulful essentials: a voice, an instrument, and a story yearning to be told. This collection honors the enduring, often raw, tradition of folk music and celebrates the singular artists – the singer-songwriters – who craft their narratives with unflinching honesty and lyrical grace. Journey from timeless ballads that echo through generations to the fresh, vital perspectives of modern troubadours who continue to push the boundaries of the genre. These are songs that connect on a deeply personal level, exploring tales of life's myriad experiences, love in its many forms, quiet contemplation, and sometimes, a gentle call to reflection or change. All carried by the unadorned power of acoustic sound and sincere, heartfelt expression. Featuring a carefully selected mix of iconic folk figures, inspiring emerging talents, and some of my own heartfelt songs offered in the same spirit, this playlist is your dedicated space for authentic musical storytelling and genuine connection. #FolkAndSingers #AcousticMusic #Storytellers #SingerSongwriterCircle #AuthenticMusic #FolkTradition #ModernFolk #LyricalDepth #MyFolk #Unplugged

Folk & Singers

Scott’s Support 2

Ladat’s Support May’25 vol.1

Coups de cœur étrangers 11

This is a song that I wrote in the Summer of 1990 as I was beginning my life again.

Ron Snyder - DO YA WANNA TOO (1990 Original Song)

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Days of the Hurricane

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Lost At Sea

Written: 2022-23
Duration: 9'
for piano trio (violin, cello, and piano)
Commissioned by Neave Trio
World Premiere: Neave Trio, Mostly Modern Festival, Arthur Zankel Music Center, Helen Filene Ladd Concert Hall, Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs, NY, June 15, 2023.
Publisher: Bill Holab Music

PROGRAM NOTES
Summit Trio (a.k.a. Trio from Triple Concerto, "Summit") consists of three of the seven movements from Triple Concerto, “Summit” that focus on the solo trio. I designed these brief movements to function as a stand-alone chamber piece that can be used as a sort of "teaser" for the concerto. In the orchestral version of these movements, the orchestra enhances the trio now and then, but in this version, the trio performs by itself without any extra assistance from the orchestra.

Triple Concerto and Summit Trio were commissioned by the Neave Trio and premiered by the trio at the Mostly Modern Festival in Saratoga Springs, NY.

Summit Trio (World Premiere) - III. Cadenza

This was my very first song written at 20 years old at NAS Whidbey Island, Washington.

Baby Please Don’t Go by Dave Hanrahan

16 Year old posts some fun videos but gets stalked

Sweet Sixteen - Tom Harris - Original

Verse 1 
Seventeen and full of dreams, a skateboard in his hand
He'd ride the streets, the wind in his hair, never thought he'd land
On a bicycle or in a crowd, with friends he felt alive
But fate had plans he couldn't see, a path he couldn't drive

[Chorus ] 
Mmm, why'd you have to go?
Leaving us with memories
Your laughter echoes in the night
In our hearts, you'll always be
God called you home, it's hard to see
The reasons why, but we'll believe
In every tear, in every smile
You're with us for a while

[Verse 2]
He came home late, said goodnight, a kiss for his dear mom
The night was still, the house was quiet, unaware of dawn
The morning broke, a mother's scream, her heart now torn in two
No drugs, no booze, just God's own time, his life was overdue

[Chorus ] 
Mmm, why'd you have to go?
Leaving us with memories
Your laughter echoes in the night
In our hearts, you'll always be
God called you home, it's hard to see
The reasons why, but we'll believe
In every tear, in every smile
You're with us for a while

[Bridge] 
His father, lost and filled with guilt, tried to make it right
Haunted by what could have been, he faced the endless night
And his mother, strong and brave, began to heal the pain
By helping others find their way, through grief and through the rain

[Chorus ]
Mmm, why'd you have to go?
Leaving us with memories
Your laughter echoes in the night
In our hearts, you'll always be
God called you home, it's hard to see
The reasons why, but we'll believe
In every tear, in every smile
You're with us for a while

Why'd You Have To Go

early demo of shifting sands, lyrics and vocals coming soon

shifting sand (demo)

Bacon the Yellow cat

Verse 1
Dad had a way with words, no one else could understand
He'd say things like "Frazum," with a grin and wave his hand
We'd sit around the dinner table, friends confused but we'd just laugh
'Cause we all knew Dad's secret code, our little family craft

Chorus
Frazum, Frazum, what does it mean?
Something in between a joke and a dream
Dad’s wild imagination always running free
Now we’re speaking Frazum, like it's family history

Verse 2
Seven kids all picked it up, it spread just like a flame
We’d use it in our own way, and it never felt the same
Friends would scratch their heads, wondering what we’d said
But to us, "Frazum" made perfect sense, it lived inside our heads

Chorus
Frazum, Frazum, what does it mean?
Something in between a joke and a dream
Dad’s wild imagination always running free
Now we’re speaking Frazum, like it's family history

Bridge
It wasn’t just "Frazum," there was "Blopnik," "Scrapadoo"
Dad had a hundred made-up words, a language that we knew
It wasn’t what he said, it’s how he made us feel
That laughter, love, and nonsense is what makes life real

Chorus
Frazum, Frazum, what does it mean?
Something in between a joke and a dream
Dad’s wild imagination always running free
Now we’re speaking Frazum, like it's family history

Outro
So here’s to Dad, and all the words we can’t define
They’re more than just sounds, they’re moments frozen in time
Frazum, Frazum, forever it will be
A part of us, a legacy, our family’s melody

Frazum - The Dad Song

Enunciate (The Mom Song)
(Verse 1)   
She raised seven hearts with calm, steady grace,  
But every now and then, we’d see that stern face.  
She worked with lost girls, guided them through,  
But at home, she'd snap when we got out of view.  

Dad was gone, always chasing the road,  
She carried the weight without letting it show.  
No fuss, no tears, just a quiet command,  
But when she yelled, we knew she’d had enough of our plans.  

(Chorus)   
Our mother, composed through the noise and the strife,  
But once in a while, she’d remind us with might.  
With a shout from the hall or a sharp look from her eye,  
She’d tell us to enunciate, to stop slurring our replies.  
It’s “hunting,” not “huntin',” “yes,” not “ya,”  
Her strength was unspoken, but her shout hit hard, by far.  

(Verse 2)   
Parties downstairs while she rested above,  
Sometimes oblivious, but sometimes she’d shove  
The door open wide with a voice loud and clear,  
“Quiet down!” she’d yell, “I can hear you from here!”  

She loved her Grandfather clock’s steady chime,  
And the baby grand piano that stood still most times.  
But when it was played, each note was precise,  
And her yells, though rare, would keep us in line.  

(Chorus)   
Our mother, composed through the noise and the strife,  
But once in a while, she’d remind us with might.  
With a shout from the hall or a sharp look from her eye,  
She’d tell us to enunciate, to stop slurring our replies.  
It’s “hunting,” not “huntin',” “yes,” not “ya,”  
Her strength was unspoken, but her shout hit hard, by far.  

(Bridge)   
Through every trial, she stood like a stone,  
But she wasn’t afraid to raise her tone.  
She may not have known the half of what we’d do,  
But her sharp words were there when she needed them to.  
Her Grandfather clock kept the beat of our days,  
And her Steinway grand filled the house in rare praise.  
Her wisdom was there in both calm and in shout,  
A guiding light, a force that we couldn’t doubt.  

(Chorus)   
Our mother, composed through the noise and the strife,  
But once in a while, she’d remind us with might.  
With a shout from the hall or a sharp look from her eye,  
She’d tell us to enunciate, to stop slurring our replies.  
It’s “hunting,” not “huntin',” “yes,” not “ya,”  
Her strength was unspoken, but her shout hit hard, by far.  

(Outro)   
So we speak clear, stand tall, and walk on our way,  
Carrying the lessons she gave us each day.

Enunciate (The Mom Song)

Breaking the Cycle
(A Song of Peace and Hope)

Intro

We’ve been walking this road, so long, so worn,
A trail of tears through a field of thorns.
But somewhere deep, a whisper grows,
A voice that says, "It's time to let it go."

Verse 1
The weight of the past, it’s heavy and cold,
Stories of vengeance, the lies we’ve been told.
We carry the hurt like a badge on our sleeve,
But love is the thread that we’ve yet to weave.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Verse 2
A child is born with an open heart,
But we teach them the walls, we pull them apart.
Yet the sun doesn’t ask who’s wrong or right,
It just keeps on shining, day and night.

Bridge
It’s not too late to begin again,
The wounds can heal, let the love begin.
One spark of kindness can light the way,
A brighter tomorrow starts today.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Outro
The earth will turn, and seasons will shift,
What we plant today becomes the gift.
So plant the seeds of love and light,
And watch the world turn toward the light.

It starts with us, it starts tonight.

Let's Break the Cycle

Grace Kelly, My Maligator Friend
by Tom Harris

[Intro]  
Grace Kelly, you're a shadow, you're a star,  
Always near, never far.  
With ears that pop like a radar true,  
Every move I make, you’re watching too.  

[Verse 1]  
In the morning light, your eyes are keen,  
A loyal heart, fierce and serene.  
You open doors with a clever paw,  
Your strength and smarts leave me in awe.  

[Chorus]  
Oh, Grace Kelly, my maligator friend,  
Through every moment, 'til the very end.  
A shadow that guards, so loyal, so true,  
The world feels safer when I’m with you.  

[Verse 2]  
Bathroom trips, you're there with me,  
No lock or latch can make you flee.  
Your ears stand tall like a crown you wear,  
The queen of loyalty, beyond compare.  

[Chorus} 
Oh, Grace Kelly, my maligator friend,  
Through every moment, 'til the very end.  
A shadow that guards, so loyal, so true,  
The world feels safer when I’m with you.  

[Bridge]  
Through darkened nights and sunny days,  
You protect me in your special ways.  
A fierce defender, a steadfast guide,  
With you, I never need to hide.  

[Verse 3]  
Your bark commands, your eyes are wise,  
A warrior's soul in a dog's disguise.  
Yet gentle moments show your heart,  
A bond unbroken, a work of art.  

Through every mile, through every door,  
You're my companion forevermore.  
Grace Kelly, you're my shining light,  
My Malinois angel, day and night.  

[Chorus]  
Oh, Grace Kelly, my maligator friend,  
Through every moment, 'til the very end.  
A shadow that guards, so loyal, so true,  
The world feels safer when I’m with you.  

[Outro]  
Grace Kelly, my loyal one,  
Our journey’s shared, our battles won.  
Forever my shadow, fierce and free,  
You’re more than a dog—you’re family to me.

Grace Kelly My Maligator Friend

[Intro]  
He painted the moments, one word at a time,  
A poet of the diamond, his voice so divine.  
From Brooklyn to LA, under stars so bright,  
Vin Scully called the game, our beacon in the night.  


[Verse 1]  
Born in the Bronx, '27 was the year,  
A boy with a dream, a voice we’d revere.  
Started with the Dodgers, young and true,  
From Ebbets Field to Chavez Ravine's view.  

He told us the stories, the heart and the soul,  
Each pitch, each swing, his voice made us whole.  
With every crack of the bat, the crowd’s roar,  
Vin gave us memories, forever more.  



[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  


[Verse 2]  
October '88, Kirk Gibson limped to the plate,  
Dodgers down, the hour growing late.  
“High fly ball to right, she is… gone!”  
His words lit the night, a legend was born.  

But it wasn’t just moments, it was the feel,  
The stories between, his magic so real.  
From the hum of the crowd to a soft summer breeze,  
Vin made baseball a symphony with ease.  

[Bridge]  
“And in a year that has been so improbable,”  
The words etched in hearts, undeniable.  
He brought us the drama, the joy, and the tears,  
Through decades of summers, through all of the years.  


[Verse 3]  
He retired in glory, the mic laid to rest,  
A humble goodbye from one of the best.  
But his voice lingers on, in memory’s embrace,  
In every Dodger fan’s heart, a sacred place.  

From Koufax’s no-hitter to Aaron’s pursuit,  
Vin’s call was the thread, timeless and true.  
A storyteller unmatched, with grace and with pride,  
Vin Scully, forever, our faithful guide.  


[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  

[Outro]  
Now the booth is silent, but the stars still gleam,  
Vin watches over the field of dreams.  
A voice like his, we’ll never reclaim,  
Forever in history, the voice of the game.  


Voice of the Game (The Ballad of Vin Scully)

Intro:

Woke up to the sound of rain,
Dripping through the ceiling stain.
Bills stacked high on the counter there,
Turn on the news—more hate in the air.

Verse 1:
Prices climb but my pay stays low,
Seems like everywhere I go,
People shouting, pointing blame,
No one listens, it’s all the same.

Pre-Chorus:
And I don’t know how much more I can take,
Feels like the ground is starting to break…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But I’m still here with a heavy heart.
Trying to hold on, trying to stand tall,
When the walls cave in and the raindrops fall.

Verse 2:
Mama’s coughing, daddy’s weak,
Doctors say it’s getting bleak.
Kids got bruises, stitches tight,
Car’s in the shop, but they’re all right.

Pre-Chorus:
And I don’t know how much more I can take,
Feels like the ground is starting to break…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But I’m still here with a heavy heart.
Trying to hold on, trying to stand tall,
When the walls cave in and the raindrops fall.

Bridge:
And my old dog stares at me,
Her legs are weak, but her eyes still see.
She tries to run, but she just falls down,
Like this whole damn world is spinning ‘round.
But she wags her tail, won’t let go,
Maybe that’s something I should know…

Chorus:
Oh, everything’s falling apart,
But love still beats in a wounded heart.
I won’t let go, I’ll stand up tall,
Even when the raindrops fall.

Outro:
Roof still leaks, and the world still burns,
But love’s the only thing that returns.
So I hold on, though it’s torn apart,
Still a little light in the dark.

Falling apart

[Intro]  

I put my heart into these chords, these lines, these melodies,  
Upload my soul into the void, just hoping someone sees.  
But every time I check my feed, a message waits for me—  
A promise wrapped in sugar, but it’s never what it seems.  

[Verse 1]  

"Hey, I love your music, bro! It’s fire, it’s insane!"  

Then three replies later, it’s "Invest in your name!"  
Sony wants to sign me? Oh, sure, that sounds legit…  
But why’s your profile say you’re based in Bangladesh?  

[Pre-Chorus]  
I don’t need a fake deal,  
I don’t need your promo,  
I just want a real ear  
To hear what I wrote, so…  

[Chorus]  
 
Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Verse 2]  

Atlantic’s in my inbox now, but spelled without a "C."  
And Capitol’s got zero posts? Yeah, sounds legit to me…  
"Let’s get you on a playlist, bro—50 dollars a song!"  
If I had a dime for every scam, I’d own the whole damn blog.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
I don’t need a fake deal,  
I don’t need your promo,  
I just want a real ear  
To hear what I wrote, so…  

[Chorus]  
Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Bridge]  

From India to Singapore, LA to UK,  
They’re all reading from the same damn play…  
"Your music’s got potential, we love your sound!"  
Then it’s "Pay me first, I’ll get you found."  

[Final Chorus]  

Just listen—don’t sell me a dream,  
I ain’t got the time for another scheme.  
I don’t need your "boost" or a "Spotify stream,"  
Just tell me if my song really means anything.  
Just listen—no dollar signs,  
No empty praise, no scripted lines.  
If you really feel it, then tell me why—  
But don’t try to sell me a lie.  

[Outro]  

Just listen… just listen…  
Not for money… just for meaning…  
Just listen… 


Just Listen

Lights come on, the stage is set,
Promises made, but do they forget?
The people wait, the nation sighs,
Hoping truth ain't drowned in lies.

[Verse 1]
The chamber’s full, the lights shine bright,
The leader steps into sight.
He speaks of dreams, of work well done,
But half the room just bites their tongues.

[Pre-Chorus]
One side cheers, the other sneers,
The cycle’s lasted years and years.
A handshake turns to cold, clenched fists,
Tell me, how’d we end up like this?

[Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

[Verse 2]
A soldier stands, a hero true,
But only half rise in the room.
A mother’s son beats all the odds,
Yet silence cuts like cannon shots.

[Pre-Chorus]
A simple truth, a helping hand,
Shouldn’t be a party’s brand.
We’re losing sight of what is real,
Trading vision for the deal.

[Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

[Verse 3]
They talk of change, they shout and swear,
But nothing moves when no one dares.
It ain't about just red or blue,
It’s what this country’s meant to do.

[Bridge]
Compromise ain't giving in,
It’s where new roads begin.
No more echoes, no more spin,
It’s time to build again.

[Final Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

The Pendulum Swings

iNTuiTioN

JoJi-ViBe

Drink for Two

Nanna is there

Reborn

“It’s Never Too Late” is a personal rock anthem about waking up at 60 and deciding it’s time to finally live. Driven by emotion, layered guitars, and raw urgency, it’s the sound of life reclaimed.

It's never too late

Sad lyrics in disguise. Caffeine, Spite, and Whatever This Is sounds upbeat but bleeds honesty. It’s a breakdown dressed like a banger.

Caffeine, Spite, and Whatever This Is

Just Another Weekend III is the darkest and most ritualistic chapter in DNamezys’s trilogy — a cinematic descent into shadow, desire, and spiritual unrest. This is not just an EP. It's a southern gothic sermon, whispered through cracked stained glass and swamp-smoke. Rooted in dark Americana, gothic blues, and cinematic occult rock, the project conjures a slow-burning, sensual storm of sound and poetry. Here, love is a curse, touch is sacred blasphemy, and memory is ash smeared across the altar of the self.

Swampy electric guitars bleed into ambient decay. Drums throb like ritual heartbeats. And through it all, DNamezys delivers his lyrics like an incantation — part preacher, part ghost, part wounded god. This EP isn't meant to be heard; it's meant to be felt, possessed, and survived.

🕯 1. Ashes
A haunting opening ritual. In “Ashes,” DNamezys lights the match to everything once holy — a broken prayer turned poison. With serpentine guitars and funereal rhythm, he chants through grief, obsession, and the bitter taste of belief gone wrong. A gothic blues ballad for the damned and still-devoted.

🩸 2. This Skin
A raw hymn of trauma and identity. “This Skin” is a confessional drenched in blood and memory, where the body becomes both a shrine and a battlefield. It pulses with slow, aching darkness, building to an unholy revelation: to survive love, you become the wound. One of DNamezys’s most emotionally devastating songs to date.

🌙 3. No One Knows
A soft, aching ghost story. Here, the artist strips down to emotional bone, singing of loneliness, invisibility, and the aching desire to be seen without fear. It’s a tender moment in the storm — like lighting a candle in a ruin. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt too much in a world that wants less.

🔥 4. Divine
The EP’s final spell — erotic, defiant, and unapologetically spiritual. “Divine” is DNamezys in his most powerful form: demanding, trembling, drenched in sacred hunger. Gothic blues riffs rise like incense, while his voice becomes a possessed invocation of desire without shame. This is not love. This is worship.

Just Another Weekend III is a forbidden mass for the emotionally haunted — lovers, artists, monsters, and saints. It closes the trilogy not with resolution, but with transformation. DNamezys doesn’t ask to be healed. He sings to be remembered… in ashes, in skin, in silence, and in fire.

No One Knows



Slept enough
You get up
Smiling pictures on the way
Kids are crying 
For your time
But iced coffee take their place
But oh it’s fine
They’re alright
Least that’s what friends always say

It’s ok

In your echo chamber
Full of fun house mirrors
Makes you deaf, dumb, blind
To what’s right outside
Yeah, all your friends
Are looking just like you
Because beauty filters 
Can ignore the truth

In an echo chamber
Do do do do 
Echo chamber
Someone Hear Me?

Dinner time
Tow the line 
Take a picture of your plate
Pour the wine
By the pint
Numb your painful wedding ring
But you smile
All the while
Cause there’s no room for the tears

Or the fear

In your echo chamber
Full of fun house mirrors
Makes you deaf, dumb, blind
To what’s right outside
Yeah, all your friends
Are looking just like you
Because beauty filters 
Can ignore the truth

In an echo chamber (Echo)
Hey!
Do do do do 
Echo chamber (Oh no)
Hey! 
Someone Hear Me?

With all that makeup you've joined the circus
Hiding all the trouble that’s below the surface
Hoping the whole world won’t think you’re worthless
So you buy some leggings and another purse

But it just gets worse 

In your echo chamber
Full of fun house mirrors
Makes you deaf, dumb, blind
To what’s right outside
Yeah, all your friends
Are looking just like you
Because beauty filters 
Can ignore the truth

In an echo chamber (Echo)
Hey!
Do do do do 
Echo chamber (Oh no)
Hey! 
Someone Hear Me?

In an echo chamber (Echo)
Hey!
Do do do do 
Echo chamber (Oh No)
Hey! 
Someone Hear Me?



Echo Chamber

I once overheard a conversation. A friend was saying "we're just women with too much rope".  I wasn't' entirely sure what she meant, but the phrase stuck with me.

Lyrics
Everything’s been easy at every turn
Too much freedom we never had to earn
Too much money, too much sex
Too many things going the way you’d expect

The light is bright, The day is long
We always had plenty of adequate dope
I never complained about what you did
When you gave us too much rope 

Too much coffee
Too much time
Too many options
To keep in line
Too much youth
In early days
Too much time and money
For the current craze

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

You must have made some choices in those empty days
Running up expenses that nobody pays
Did you think about it, was it something you planned
I'm not complaining I just don't understand

You gave us so much, thought we could do without hope
You kept us supplied with plenty of rope
Now it seems we're finding it harder to compe
With the bumpy ground and the slippery slope 

Too much nonsense
Too many rhymes
It's hard to hear
At the best of time
I never want to question
Who I'm talking to
Cuz the answers don't even sound
Half way true

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

All that rope seemed like a gift
I figured it would help me feel free
But I didn’t understand that rope weighs a lot
It’s weighing me down, it’s not letting me be

There came a time when it seemed to me
That this rope became a liability
Things that used to come so easily
Became tangled in their  complexity

For what you gave I felt gratitude
Now things have changed and now I have to conclude
Mabye we’d be better living day to day
If we didn't have this rope getting in our way

There were questions we didn’t need to answer
That was something that we never had to do
When things went wrong like they always tend to
There was always rope and it would pull us through

Too Much Rope

Right Way Road brings together country grit and rap fire with Colt Ryder’s soulful vocals and Jaxson Creed’s sharp bars. A powerful anthem about living right and staying true, blending guitar, 808s, and a hook built for the spotlight. A true country-rap crossover vibe.

Right Way Road

Inspired by someone we know really well who once dreamed of being rich and famous all around the world as a porn star 😏. Don’t worry, we’re not naming names… but this track is a nod to that wild dream (if you like this track, especially the guitar, you might find it really interesting to check out this sort of behind-the-scenes track https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/do-what-a-mess-you-like-instrumental and read the gear we used in the description 😉).
Do What You Like kicks off and closes with a couple of very convincing moans from Mary (well, maybe actually 3!) 😅, channeling her inner pornstar. And finally, she's back in the spotlight with her electric guitars! She went full pedalboard mad, filling a 40 sqm (430 sq ft) living room with pedals, EQs, and effects until it basically turned into a no-move zone! You literally couldn’t step without tripping over something.😆
This isn’t a moral lecture on porn, just a little warning: chasing something can come back to bite you later, especially if your goals change. So yeah… think twice, live loud, but keep an eye on the future.
Energetic, upbeat, punchy alt-rock with groovy bass, tight drums, fiery guitar riffs, and scorching guitar solos, with a vibe that’s equal parts garage and fun chaos (…at least we think so, we’re not really good at pinning down genres!).
Have fun listening, and we’ll catch you in the comments if you feel like it!
Thanks everyone!
And… as we often say (not just a saying)… love you all! 💖

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on September 19, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

A porn star
a wannabe porn star
a porn star
so rich and famous
all around the world

Do what you like
do what you love
but don’t waste your life
if you’re feeling unsure

Be sure to think twice
about everything you do
that kind of stuff
you just can’t undo

Just set your life free
and do the things you like
but please make sure
it’s not just a spike

Make up your mind
do it for your life
for the future day
when you have a child

Living
like you
might not be
their ideal
They could, they could
be someone
meant to replace
your embrace
dear

Do what you like
do what you love
but don’t waste your life
if you’re feeling unsure

Be sure to think twice
about everything you do
that kind of stuff
you just can’t undo

Check your point of view
the sky isn’t always blue
for everything you do
there will come a storm or two

You are no longer a child
and now your life is wild
it looks like a mess
got something to confess?

Living
like you
might not be
their ideal
They could
be someone
meant to replace
your embrace
dear

Do What You Like

This is one for the radio playlists for sure. Major production by Frank Zozky and a blessed with a fire verse by Darrell P.

Rewind

We were too young to think ‘bout dying, but we had to anyway.
Fidel was gonna send those bombers flying real soon.
Digging deep inside the basement, storing water and canned goods.
Hope we live to see another day. 

But things soon calmed down in the palace, order restored to Camelot.
Then that fateful day in Dallas, order died.
Watching grainy film set on repeat, nobody knows what’s what.
We watched little John John and we cried. You’re all safe they told us, but they lied.

Down in Memphis they shot Martin, out in L.A. Bobby too.
Watching all our heroes dying in prime time.
in Chicago they were cracking heads and knee caps, they kept showing us the news.
What were we supposed to do and say? Act like them and look the other way?
Sorry, that’s not happening today! 

Every night we’d watch the footage, bombing kids in Vietnam.
If you watch it long enough, it’ll dull the senses.
They turned the guns on us in Ohio, Nixon dropped another bomb.
This is gonna shape the thing you do. Questioning the things you thought you knew.
Fifty years have passed, it still rings true.
You will either take a stand - or watch Fox News.


Class of '74

Tom Harris, a Burbank-based software engineer, writes music to process life’s moments. Inspired by real events, he shares raw, heartfelt songs from his personal journey.