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Glitchy dot Phong - Social Tea

All Gone (Original)

Kate McCannonn

Daydream

Had the lyrics for a minute, but decided to start from scratch with the beat. Didn't overthink the mixing and made it crunchy. Apologies to your ears/ speakers.

Sirius @uv-cappuccino  Guitar, Bass, Drums & Production
Marin - Vocals & Lyrics
 
A little mind excursion to a sweeter time.

" All we hear are the sounds of nature
   had we traveled back in time?
   When there were no cars or factories
   or noises to pollute our mind"

Riverbend - Marin Gale & Ultraviolette Cappuccino

Sweet Mother Water - Ricky

Guitar solos, roaring engines, generative grit—this track is pure backfire energy.
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[Verse 1]
I was spark-plug lightning, dialing up the summer sky,
Chrome-heart outlaw laughing every “keep-out” sign goodbye.
She rolled in—Sunday thunder with a halo full of sin,
Pulled the gold from out my piston, left a ghost in gasoline.
[Chorus]
She drank my dynamite dry, set my soul on mute,
Left my pulse on these frets and pawn-shop loot.
Every town, every stage rides the fallout with me—
You’re tasting the back-fire, baby… what’s left after she.
[Verse 2]
I traded vows for tremolo, a pawn-shop cigarette Les Paul,
Strung the strings with heart-spin, let the lonely echoes crawl.
Every crowd I hammer over keeps her shadow in the light,
I cash bruises into verses, sell redemption by the night.
[Chorus]
She drank my dynamite dry, set my soul on mute,
Left my pulse on these frets and pawn-shop loot.
Every town, every stage rides the fallout with me—
You’re tasting the back-fire, baby… what’s left after she.
[Verse 3]
One day they’ll nail my chorus to a rusted marquee sign—
“Boy outran his thunder but he never crossed the line.”
’Til then I’ll torch the night-shift, rattle rafters past the seams,
’Cause the spark she couldn’t pocket still ignites my wicked dreams.
[Chorus]
She drank my dynamite dry, set my soul on mute,
Left my pulse on these frets and pawn-shop loot.
Every town, every stage rides the fallout with me—
You’re tasting the back-fire, baby… what’s left after she.

Backfire Valentine

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Hello my beautiful friends! I've been in the music scene my whole life. My father Bill Ambrogi was a musician when we were kids. He was the front man for a band called The Cats in Dayton, OH. He played the rhythm guitar and harmonica, but man he could sing! Turns he's still got it. I've been fortunate enough to have this time in my life to reconnect with him and my brother and make music with them again. I started diving into recording my own music this past year and I'm loving the direction and shine that is taking me in my life right now. I am learning to incorporate electronic music with all of my instruments that mostly have been gifted to me over the last 11 years. Currently I play acoustic and electric guitar, electric ukulele, congas, djimbe, darbuka, tongue drum, handpan, xylophone, kalimba, singing bowls, shakers, tambourine, ocean drum, and pretty much anything I can resonate with that feels good in my body, mind, and spirit. I am a singer song writer. I am a flow artist. I am what I am in this very moment. One more thing for now...I love you

Kate McCannonn

Nicholas Ambrogi

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