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Dawn

Me, acoustic guitar & phone app, just reflecting on the haunting lyrics here of "All Apologies" that speak to certain people among me who wish I ode them an apology while it's reverse in truth. I'll never forget when many years ago the lyric "aqua seafoam shame" popped in my head, started my car & heard that same lyric on the radio.

Colliding Clouds/ an "All Apologies" reflection

Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

Snake's Valley

The clocks have all run backwards
Morning in the evening
Sleeping with the lark

It's a liminal sensation
Living in the margins
Waking in the dark

When all the pieces fit
I feel it in the sunlight
I feel it in the wind

All the people making traces
In unfamiliar places
Following their paths

I need more than just location
More than bricks and mortar
I need to feel your spark

When all the pieces fit
I feel it in the sunlight
I feel it in the wind

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In the Wind

🎸 DEAD AIR — the NEW punk-rock nuclear detonation from Zakk Riffle x My Killbox.

An adrenaline-soaked, anti-authoritarian scream into the void of modern-day surveillance, silence, and state-sponsored coverups. This is not for the soft-spoken. This is the soundtrack of the ungovernable.

Built for rebels. Engineered by outlaws. Mixed to break the feed.

👁️‍🗨️ EPSTEIN DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF
Let’s be brutally honest: If you’re still clinging to the fairy tale, you’re the problem.
A billionaire child trafficker with decades of blackmail material, protected by elites, politicians, and the alphabet boys — just happened to off himself in a federal prison during a high-profile investigation… with no guards watching… cameras malfunctioning… cellmate removed… autopsy contradicting the official story… and no client list ever released?

Nah. Miss us with that.

“DEAD AIR” is not just a song — it’s feedback from the wiretap, buzz from the bug in your wall, the static you hear when truth gets jammed.
It’s what happens when you know too much, and still don’t shut up.

streaming everywhere: https://hypeddit.com/zakkrifflemykill...

🎤 CREDITS:

Vocals/Guitar/Engineer: Zakk Riffle
Drums/Destruction: My Killbox
Produced in secrecy. Mixed for war. Mastered for fallout.
Genre: Punk Rock / Alternative / Anti-Establishment Rock / Fuck-The-System Music

DEAD AIR

Submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #28 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO August 2025, the text prompt for the jam was simply "The Desert"

The first track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album

It's titled Part II but only about 5% is from before, to stay within the Jam's rules.

but if you -must- know, Part I is Release CCVI (#206) from December 2023 on DoDeka album twenty albums ago.
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/stutterin-bob-dropped-the-rocket-launcher

https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/sets/duodeka

Stutterin' Bob Dropped The Rocket Launcher Pt. II

The Endless
Groove Score

Sci-Fi influenced.

The Endless

Prima Donna

You were chasing fame from an early age
From the very first moment you stepped onto the stage
Child prodigy ego to match
But you’re treating people with contempt 

Can’t do that
Can’t do that

You made enemies not caring how they feel
Sacrificed agents when you got a better deal
Hired and fired backing groups just on a whim
You’re skating on thin ice 
Be prepared to fall in

Hope you can swim
Or else you’re going to drown
 
Earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

Yeah you sure have
Acting like a diva’s only going to end up in flames 

You became a victim of your own success
Took liberties drugs and drank to excess
Slowly lost touch with reality
Your daddy would have turned in his grave 
If he could see
Definitely

You’ve earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

The knives are out 
And I think you’re gonna find that it’s a shame

Not sure right now where you go from here
Noticed in your eyes an element of fear
You’re looking very nervous are you going to crack
Too late now for you to try to retract 

Watch your back
You became too hot to handle
You’ve burnt both ends of the candle
Acting like a diva has finally sparked off those flames
That’s what comes from chasing fame
Only yourself to blame

Lyrics by Bobby Lincoln

Prima Donna

Beast ( Bees Knees )

THE BUNKER

Shoegaze, indie, post rock and electronica from Manchester, UK
tomleonard_uk@protonmail.com

In the Wind

Tom Leonard