Red Blooded Years

LYSAGFY

The first single from the BRAND NEW album "Majestic". Download the album from iTunes! 
https://itunes.apple.com/za/album/majestic/id911855360

Let Me In

Despot 2 Mix 1 Master 1 (Mastered with Thunder at 50pct)(2)

Outlaw's Last Stand
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
©COPYRIGHT 12–1-2025 All Rights Reserved © 


[Intro: Gritty electric guitar riff, steady train-beat drums kick in]

[Verse 1]
Once I rode the wild roads
Once I chased the sun
But now the shadows linger
And the battles weigh a ton

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Verse 2]
The neon sign flickers
On a name I used to know
My boots track dust and whiskey
Where the good times used to go

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Inst: Raw Telecaster solo over driving train beat, slight amp grit]

[Bridge]
You can call it ruin
Call it sin or shame
But I wore this coat of silence
Long before you knew my name

[Guitar Solo: Aggressive bends and gritty sustain, drums lock tight]

[Chorus]
THAT’S WHEN I RAISE MY BOTTLE!
THAT’S WHEN THE PAST COMES BACK TO STAY!
These sorry eyes don’t beg—they just watch another day burn away

[Outro: Drums fade slowly, guitar plays final unresolved riff, amp hum lingers]
Sorry eyes...
Yeah... still lookin’...

Outlaw Country, gritty electric guitar, steady train-beat drums, soulful tone, defiant, authentic, moderate groove, rough-edged male vocals, raw production

Outlaw's Last Stand 12-1-25

Game Face

Please You

Zaan Kultuur

Skelm sigarette, mense wat brand
Geel vingers, as in die sand
Steel my geld, steel my tyd
Dis ‘n skande, ek is spyt
Gaan haal vir Fanie uit

Zaan Kultuur!
Kom ek vat jou op ‘n avontuur
Skelm ry, skelm vry, skelm bly
Net soos jy is ons ook, ook bevry

Marlboro Gold, Pall Mall
Dis net die nikotien wat deur my brein rol
Ons rol die ander kant van die flint
Ons vingers stink

Zaan Kultuur!
Kom ek vat jou op ‘n avontuur
Skelm ry, skelm vry, skelm bly
Net soos jy is ons ook, ook bevry

(Sigarette, sigarette, sigarette)

Zaan Kultuur!
Kom ek vat jou op ‘n avontuur
Skelm ry, skelm vry, skelm bly
Net soos jy is ons ook, ook bevry

I in the Sky

Zaan Kultuur

Dinner with the Killer

Tonight is not a night for strong words, or whiskey spills
Laying on the heartbreak of the floor
I was a dreamer, one of those revolutionary screamers
I was just that guy

I said no to the Killer – inviting me for dinner
If you believe in God, I’m off to the land of sinners
Dinner with the Killer
He said that I could fly
You’re not a revolutionary, until you die

Shattered glass, bloody ears
Table's set host sitting with shears
First silence then dark turn red and blue
Colour collector come – you can kiss my fist
That’s what a revolutionist is

I said no to the Killer – inviting me for dinner
If you believe in God, I’m off to the land of sinners
Dinner with the Killer
He said that I could fly
You’re not a revolutionary, until you die.

Dinner with the Killer

Holy Train

In The Twilight

Local band situated in Stellenbosch, South Africa, consisting of 7 members:

Francois van Wyk on Vocals
Paul Twekye on Bass and Rap
Lood van Niekerk on Drums
Marcel van der Veen on Guitar
PB Bernard on Guitar
Chris Njapa on Cello 
Mike Burke on the Sax

We like to keep things original with mixtures of rock, rap, alternative afrikaans and funk. 
Uncle Spike is about to burn your diff.

Dinner with the Killer

UNCLE SPIKE

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