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Description: A collaboration between Bryce Hample and Will Byrne

The Dawn Patrol - From the album Turbo-Laser - by Turbo-Laser

Based on the 1938 American War film featuring Errol Flynn and Basil Rathbone

https://www.facebook.com/turbolasermusic/

The Dawn Patrol

Life in a day

A collaboration between Bryce Hample and Will Byrne

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DOS 

Directo al cielo,
puro sol muy lento,
la altura plana,
el valle fresco y seco.

Tengo un tiempo,
viene lejos,
veo y siento,
entonces pienso que es:

Directo al cielo
corceles y viento,
planicie llana,
árboles y fresco.


CRÉDITOS:

Sojue Stradac: composición, letras,  percusión, bajo, piano, órgano, guitarras, voces, mezcla y masterización.
Josmarq Alvarado: composición, batería, teclados, sintetizador, guitarras, voces.
Paulino Robles: Fotografía  #FotoBazarTulancingo.

Scolopendra dos

This song, “They All Knew (Trump & Epstein Blues),” is my protest anthem about power, privilege, and silence. I wrote it to expose the web of complicity between Donald Trump, Jeffrey Epstein, and those who enabled their crimes. It’s not just about two men—it’s about the institutions that looked away while young girls were hurt and justice was traded for influence.

I wanted the verses to feel like reading a declassified file—cold facts dripping with truth—while the choruses rise like a collective cry from the survivors. Every “They all knew” is both accusation and lament, a reminder that silence protects the guilty. This one’s for every voice that was ignored, and for the courage it takes to keep telling the truth.


LYRICS:

[Intro]
Melania knows.
Acosta knows.
The victims know.
Palm Beach Police know.
The FBI knows.
They all know.

[Verse 1 – The Introduction]
’99 at the Knicks game lights,
Donald and Melania, date-night smiles so bright.
Epstein in the crowd, Zampolli pulls the strings,
Models, moguls, dirty kings.
“Terrific guy,” Trump laughed on cue,
They drank champagne while the cameras flew.
But behind that flash, the whispers grew,
And the girls who cried — yeah, they knew too.

[Pre-Chorus]
Palm Beach nights, the mansion walls,
Where secrets echo down the halls.
History’s watching, the world in pause,
And justice trembles at the cause.

[Chorus]
They all knew, they all knew,
Trump and Epstein, the chosen few.
Money hides but truth breaks through,
And the lies all fall in view.
They all knew, yeah, they all knew—
Acosta signed, the pain renewed.
They all knew… they all knew.

[Verse 2 – The Deals and Denials]
Maison de l’Amitié, bought in gold,
While Trump’s casino empire sold.
Epstein lost, the friendship broke,
Two devils choking on their smoke.
Acosta’s pen made the nightmare real,
A secret pact, a sweetheart deal.
The girls were silenced, justice too,
And still they smiled for photo shoots.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Power talks in whispers low,
While victims beg for truth to show.
History’s bleeding through the cracks,
And Epstein laughs—no turning back.

[Chorus 2]
They all knew, they all knew,
Trump and Epstein, the chosen few.
Mar-a-Lago to Fifth Avenue,
They shared a sin the world once knew.
They all knew, yeah, they all knew,
Acosta signed, the pain renewed.
They all knew… they all knew.

[Verse 3 – The Fall]
Stormy storms and Access lies,
“Grab her by the—” on replay twice.
Melania’s gone, that “cooling off” smile,
She knows the secrets stretch for miles.
Then Epstein’s gone, cameras die,
A noose appears beneath the sky.
Maxwell caught, Virginia speaks,
And Trump denies for endless weeks.

[Bridge – The Reckoning]
She warned, “I’m not suicidal,” clear,
Her voice still ringing in our ears.
The pastor falls, the files still sealed,
The cycle spins, the wounds unhealed.
But truth’s a blade—it cuts through spin,
And even kings can’t cage their sins.

[Chorus – Extended Anthem]
They all knew, they all knew,
Trump and Epstein, the chosen few.
Money hides but truth breaks through,
And ghosts still walk Mar-a-Lago’s view.
They all knew, yeah, they all knew,
Melania, Acosta too—
From Palm Beach halls to D.C.’s pews,
They all knew… they all knew.

[Verse 4 – 2025 and Beyond]
Giuffre’s gone, the headlines fade,
The House calls out, subpoenas laid.
Gloria walks, the victims stand,
Demanding truth across the land.
And Trump just laughs, “Old history,”
While bodies fall like prophecy.
But every lie will meet its due,
When justice finds the chosen few.

[Final Chorus]
They all knew, they all knew,
Trump and Epstein, the chosen few.
The girls were children, now they’re gone,
But truth still sings their battle song.
They all knew, yeah, they all knew,
No more secrets left for you—
We won’t forget, we won’t undo,
’Cause we all know…
And now we see it too.

[Outro]
Melania knows.
Acosta knows.
The victims know.
Palm Beach Police know.
The FBI knows.
Trump knew.
Epstein...
They all knew.

They All Knew (Trump & Epstein Blues)

Maybe I’m the Fire is about embracing every wild, imperfect, and beautiful part of who you are — the spark, the storm, the madness, and the magic. It’s that moment you stop apologizing for being “too much” and start realizing that your fire is exactly what lights up the world around you. It’s confidence born from chaos, passion forged through pain, and power that can’t be dimmed.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
I dance through chaos wearing boots and glitter
Laughing while the world calls me a quitter
Yeah, I broke a few hearts just to see if they’d heal
But I never faked a thing I didn’t feel

[Pre-Chorus]
You said I’m wild like a warning light
But maybe you like that spark at night

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control
Burning through the rules you wrote in stone
You call it crazy — I call it soul
I’m not the storm, I’m the thunder’s goal
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control

[Verse 2]
I’ve danced on thin ice, cracked it just for fun
Sang confessions to the morning sun
You say I drive too fast, don’t look both ways
But baby, I’m still here — must be grace or haze

[Pre-Chorus]
You said I’m wild like a warning light
But maybe you like that spark at night

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control
Burning through the rules you wrote in stone
You call it crazy — I call it soul
I’m not the storm, I’m the thunder’s goal
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control

[Verse 3]
You found me barefoot in the pouring rain
Laughing at the lightning, screaming my name
You said I scare you — maybe that’s true
But you can’t look away when I’m burning through

[Bridge]
You wanted safe — I brought the flame
You said I’m trouble — I’ll take the blame
You wanted calm — I made it roar
Now you’re knocking on my fireproof door

[Chorus]
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control
Burning through the rules you wrote in stone
You call it crazy — I call it soul
I’m not the storm, I’m the thunder’s goal
Maybe I’m the fire you can’t control

[Chorus – Final Lift]
Maybe I’m the fire, maybe I’m the cure
Maybe I’m the reason you’re not sure
You call it chaos — I call it more
‘Cause baby, you keep coming back for more

[Outro]
So turn out the light, don’t try to save me
If I’m insane, at least it’s blazing
You may be right — but I’m still shining
Maybe I’m the fire you keep finding



Maybe I’m the Fire

It is a polyphonic song composed as an elegy, lament, or mourning song for friends who have recently passed away.

 Below is a detailed explanation of the work in three languages:

Explanation in English:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wAm8l7SfAR4KnIazIQnO0Qo-mJubp7Cd/view?usp=sharing

Explicación en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IDckYDZfVcle5LCI_MMH3U90U5DAG7qa/view?usp=sharing

Explicació en català.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/13I4_Jx1k0lBJRXdamI278gV8OAHdY1bK/view?usp=sharing

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Look out of the window
What do you see?
Darkness?
Snow
Endless snow

Not the soft kind
not the cruel kind
just the arriving kind
uncommitted
unfinished
forgetting each landing
as soon as it happens
And I think 
of how we fall
quietly
before noticing the height

It multiplies names
while it falls
grain-snow
thread-snow
stumble-snow
sideways-snow,
the I-never-meant-to-be-here snow
the don't-write-me-down-yet snow
Each one a rehearsal
for falling toward someone
or falling away

Each flake invents its own grammar
drops it rewrites it mid-air
White that erases itself
white that remembers dusk
white that doubts white
The way we doubt ourselves
halfway down the fall

I try counting
fail
try again
They keep shifting pronunciations
whirl-snow
hush-snow
window-scratch snow
the maybe-I-was-rain snow
Every name a variation
on wanting to fall
and not knowing where to land

They don't fall
They negotiate with gravity
swerve, stall, hesitate
descend like hesitant monks
in dissolving robes
geometry forgetting its edges
Like the moment a heart slips
not quite rising
not quite breaking

Some drift upward
some drift nowhere
some land only on the idea of landing
I've done that too
falling without touching
falling without choosing

Under the streetlamp
they turn to brief insects of light
cold, transparent
bright without reason
free for exactly one second
A second is enough
to fall for someone
or fall out
or fall through yourself

I stand
They continue
They keep their hundred names
and give none away
Snow remembers nothing
perhaps that's why
it looks so alive
as it falls
Perhaps that's why
we do too

A Hundred Names for Falling

New key, new verses, brand new release
Special thanks to Mr Woodhand for mastering and producing the bubble organ tracks and that magical lick in the bridge.
Lyrics by Barlangi Fuvalat:    (translation below)

ahelyett hogy más szavakat
keresnél, hogy megbocsássak
eltünsz inkább azt remélve
ha nem látlak elfelejtlek

refrén:
pedig nincsen, nincsen semmi
szerelem sincs, nincs mit tenni

csak a kövek a folyóparton
ott amiket a vízbe löktünk
mész befele, egyre mélyebb
uszni kezdel, én csak nézlek

refrén

penge élén ördög táncol
csigakürtön fuvolázol
megyek én is, uszok veled
sodor az ár, így szereted

AI translation:

Instead of finding other words 
For me to forgive you 
You'd rather disappear, hoping 
That if I don't see you, I'll forget you

Chorus: 
And yet there is nothing, 
nothing at all There's 
no love either, 
nothing to be done

Only the stones on the riverbank 
Those that we threw into the water 
You go inward, deeper and deeper 
You start to swim, I just watch you

Chorus

The devil is dancing on a razor's edge 
You are playing a flute on a conch shell 
I'm going too, I'll swim with you 
The current sweeps us, that's how you like it

ahelyetthogy

12 Bar Club

This is a 'News Intro' that I made in 1987, used by Jonathon Brandmeier on WLUP (FM 97.9) radio in Chicago, Illinois.  It's a parody of my own Party Hearty (see below).

Live performance PARTY HEARTY Promo:
http://youtu.be/TMs1xPo9g0A

BUY - Party Hearty - HERE (or anywhere you like):
http://cdbaby.com/cd/ronsnyder2

PARTY HEARTY - IN CD QUALITY SOUND:
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Home:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon


Ron Snyder - The BuzzMan News Lounge (parody of my own - Party Hearty - available for purchase)

Train Conductor is back with their second LP release this year. The title of the new album is Feeling Town. Earlier this year the band released a stunning collaborative experimental electronic album with REIGHNBEAU titled “Who is this?”. Now the band has a new fuzzed out psych punk record. The album features Albuquerques talented musicians and was recorded to 2” tape. Feeling Town is set to drop digitally in November.

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