Tony Byker & co

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SLY LOVIS 1

Sly Lovis  2

My Music

Hey ! It's what you wanted , walk away
Everybody knows that you'll run today
Hey! Say, what you're gonna say
How you stay alive is another play
Hey! I got you cornered turn away
Everybody lies that's the game to play
Hey! Take,what you wanna take
How to stay in line with the things you fake
Hey! GMO, go away
Amazed at the ways to infect the race
Hey! Stay cybergain
Fuel injected strife angel face

Foolish hearts and minds
Hypnotized and blind
Psychic visions lie
Is the future bright

Me like la vida loca
Me like la beans on toasta
Me like to swim you watch your island is just one acre
You love the time , watch it just pass the line
I love it right on top love as a paradigm

Me no cause that vida loca 
Feast on that merchandise
I want that whistleblower
Fresh in from Palestine
I got my hero right from the almighty
I love my beans and the chemical reaction

My brain is lit like tantric fire gigantic
Bullets that kill prophets vision of future
I and I obey laws of nature
Screw dem politicians dem banker war monger

We've never been so confused as we are today
We've never been so abused as with these games they play

Hey ! It's what you wanted , walk away
Everybody knows that you'll run today
Hey! Say, what you're gonna say
How you stay alive is another play
Hey! I got you cornered turn away
Everybody lies that's the game to play
Hey! Take,what you wanna take
How to stay in line with the things you fake

Me like la vida loca
Me like la beans on toasta
Me like to swim you watch your island is just one acre
You love the time , watch it just pass the line
I love it right on top love as a paradigm

Me no cause that vida loca 
Feast on that merchandise
I want that whistleblower
Fresh in from Palestine
I get my heros right from the almighty
I love my beans and the cronics are watching

Hey !

I and I am told
Burning up your soul
There's a hole 
Where your money and your ego flow
When your tummy funny 
Don't know how to enjoy
And your head explodes

I and I is sold
This story's getting old
It's a shame
History repeat itself again
When the myths they blossom out
And shout a loud insane and proud

I and I alone
Move your body pick up the phone
I and I alone lose your mind
Hang up the phone
I and I alone
Move your body pick up the phone
I and I alone with you

I and I am told
Burning up your soul
There's a hole 
Where your money and your ego flow
When your tummy funny 
Don't know how to enjoy
And your head explodes

Try and try to hold
Some sanity unfold
It's an old and moldy throne
That the kings in line never let go
Debunk debunking theorists
Not thinking quite the clearest
Let go of what you think you know

I and I alone
Move your body pick up the phone
I and I alone lose your mind
Hang up the phone
I and I alone
Move your body pick up the phone
I and I alone with you

And the tides of time are washing away

I and I alone with you

I And I Alone

Where the sea meets the sky
That's where I want to go
Bring me to the horizon
And let me flow

That's where I reside
That's where we'll shine

Transcend the limits of time
Melting into the ocean
The universe is inside us
Through every soul it glows

In dreams it's easy to find
This love some piece of mind

High voltage star kill the night 
To shine the light on those who 
Hide in their shadows deep

Eternal mission sublime
A love that lights the whole sky
In the gaze of spirits' wings climbing
Perched beyond every throne

I am for the sun
Dance the sky everyone

High voltage star kill the night 
To shine the light on those who 
Hide in their shadows deep

System Crashdown

“This song got hit potential. It’s very catchy. But the question is if enough people will hear this little masterpiece...” “In other words, check this out at once”

Review in Hard Rock Info of single “Weekend”

The Bronco: Weekend - from upcoming album

Flowered Up's infamous Weekender. Enjoy!

http://heavenlyrecordings.com/

Flowered Up - Weekender

Chillin' with the moon I close my eyelids 
My mind carving stones with the ancient pyramids 
Ploughing cerebral landscapes with alien tractors 
Always one step ahead never moving backwards 
Conflicting contradictions my stories of fiction 
My collage of thoughts tight taught and addictive 
Glowing like a firefly , intuitive with my third eye 
Posing for cameras while flushing out enemas 
I ain't no vandal causing no scandal 
To open my door just turn the handle 
So many mice creaming for the cheese 
With nothing I find myself I'm pleased 
I'm as sane as a fruitcake in a loony bin 
My pockets bare yet riches within this skin 
In which I live is all I give to be a king 
I bring no drama, only good karma 
A sprinkle of pixie dust and little charmer 
And if I die later or sooner 
Eating radioactive tuna 
I'm the man in the moon, the ray of the sun 
It's much too late my story's begun 
My boat's set sail the anchor break 
I'm gonna live until I die 
Dream until I wake 
I'm gonna live until I die 
Dream until I wake

Live Until I Die

Segunda Maqueta de la Banda, grabada en el 2009, con nuevos temas propios y covers.

Out Of Control (Rancid)

GBH - Cadilac One

Rancid - Last One To Die

Rancid - Up To No Good

The 4th album from yours truly, Tony Byker. A collection of different styles and sounds. I would love to be exclusiveto image and sound, however I cannot be that way, I must always just go with the flow and see what develops as time passes. This is me, if you like it I am happy . If you don't like it so be it ! I am still happy. Actually, who can be truly happy in this world ?

Divine Master Controller

Fatty acid funky surely 
I can make your momma jump
I can make your momma pump
Make her do the funk
I don't get funky baby
Unless I feel the junk
Fatty acid funky surely
Oshiri Furi Furi

Fatty Acid

Hyxos

Nofx I Rancid - Radio

Tony Byker - 'Auto Pixie Poxy Moron
You're my auto pixie poxy moron
Turn me off turn me on
You cyber girl so horny
I looking for some fun
I looking nookie baby
Wired up and firing strong
I am your real cool toy
Your turbo charged electric boy

You said you were a lady
I thought you kinda cute
But living life on facebook 
Is really kind of screwed
I thought you were my cyberbaby
Juicy little honey bunny
Turns out that all you wanted was my 
Little money honey

Dollars and gold satisfy your brain
Becoming more cybernetic everyday
Plenty of printed golden circuits
A soft machine for creating gold
A moment becomes soft and melting 
Like the divine camembert cheese
But sometime just like stilton
Cos the worms are dressed to please

I'm your electric boy
All wired up with no place to go

What are you waiting for lover, let's perform
Tactile , Emotional , Sexual
Yeh turns me on

Auto Pixie Poxy Moron

I searched the ocean for your tears
I searched my soul for your fears
A crack in time and there you were
The ants crawl on my skin

Dark clouds crept like fatal stains across the earth 
A mortal chill that consumes everything
The goats call out my name

Losing fragments of your mind
In this skin we're living in
Drags us down to pure existence
Seems so futile

I Searched The Ocean

Tony Byker - Obey Always Obey

In this messed up life
Blasphemous rantings
Are all I have
To get me through it
If they'd look inside
They might find 
New thoughts and pleasures

Who has the will to change
Philosophies and cliches
Busy making carbon copies
And selling junk to monkeys

Obey Always Obey

Caught in a dogma
Of endless maybes 

Spiraling down the worm hole
Grey wolves and zionist threats
Are gnawing at our flesh
Even confusing all the best

Obey Always Obey

Moral philosophies and cliches
Institutional hypnosis
Social unrest

Obey Always Obey

I was worried that no one could actually understand the lyrics so I transcribed it for you!!

As Wicked by Rancid

This Connection Is Tearing Me Apart (FluidXHardRemix)

From their Antipodal Points on the globe, Japan and Brazil, comes a new collaboration of former Gaye Bykers On Acid, Tony Byker and Mary Byker. 
Written & Produced by Tony Byker
Additional Lyrics & Vocals by Mary Byker

Dem king they rule yah
Dem church they fool yah
Dem army and police they shoot yah
But it we on the bottom that'll feed yah

Ain't nothin' but the truth

Everybody know their place
Time to turn around and face 
The enemy
Me me me me

Corporation termite
They must consume everything in sight
Morning noon and night
What are they like ?

I see no end in sight

My best friend came back again
He was fighting
Doesn't know what for
Stock exchange went down again
Oh it's frightening
Better start a war
Gives me a hard on

They rule yah
They fool yah

Dem King (Feat.Mary Byker)

Worshipped like half living gods in the media circus
No longer a factor in the human race
Why? 
Hot Item front runner
Spending most nights raving and a plotting into
Phalanx of microphones ,
Connected to the international cable network
Mind terrorism a chaotic legacy
Zombie Masters

Pan Am deep into free basing brain damage magnitude
Circumstantial nest of gibberish
Perverse humor suburban TV  
Genuinely
May the meat sickness strike everywhere
Pig's cunt in a bun
Low life shrink diamond vision countdown
To the Zombie Masters
Cleansing our blood of the media circus

And you're wondering why
When you're caught in the lie
You just gotta try escape the 
Zombies

Worshipped like half living gods
Zombie
  
Impunity genuine parrot hard core yuppie
Constituent gambling instinct 
Pressed on like a lemming through unholy nightmare 
Freeze out cremation 
Of the penthouse mascots injured and materialized
Zombie Masters
Cleansing our blood of the media circus

And you're wondering why
When you're caught in the lie
You just gotta try escape the 
Zombies

Worshipped like half living gods
Zombie
I like to spend my time reading in-between the lines
Zombie

Zombie Masters

Tony Byker - Baby Spiders

If only I'd walked away 

I can't feel you 
I can't see you 
I'm just trapped inside this game 
No tomorrows, let the whole world 
No turning back now fade away 

If only I'd walked away 

The idea born in someones mind 
Is nurtured by a thousand blind 
Another's code, anothers brain 
So caught up in the identity game 
Books are sold and the quotes are bought 
You learn them well and then you're caught 
The stage was set the costumes worn 
Another empire of destruction born

Baby Spiders

ALL MY TRACKS ARE JUST 1 MIN.TASTERS If you want to listen to all my tracks in full for free or purchase my stuff please go to Bandcamp https://tonybyker.bandcamp.com

Apocoloptimystical. 

Sending out new contradictions and collecting the old.

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