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Руслан Хайдаров - Крылатый Конь

С.У.М.Е.Р.К.И - Ближе К Небу

Руслан Хайдаров-С Чистого Листа

Based on a true story of a bootlegger with a heart of gold running a batch of pure alcohol to a hospital in desperate need. 


July 31, 2025

Thunder running moonshine til morning
Ditched the phones and hit the road
We got a dead drop down in Pikeville,
Then we're headed for the coast


We'll burn a tank of gas
From the mountains to the plains
We too far gone and hauling ass
When the white lightning hits my veins,


Jesus
Build this motor
But the devil's got the wheel
We're pushing through 'til morning
Then we'll see how we feel


Thunder run this highway,
You know how it is,
White line fever in your brain,
It don't get better than this


White knuckles and white line fever,
Paranoid but I'm trustin' in the steel, 
I said I'd never leave here,
But I'm going dark 'til I make this deal
And If I don't leave now, 
I know I never will,


Jesus
Build this motor
But the devil's got the wheel
We're pushing through 'til morning
Then we'll see how we feel


When he wakes he'll take over,
He says he's restless on the road,
Don't you worry brother,
We ain't got far to go,
Get the white dog under cover,
And there's one thing you should know,


Jesus
Build this motor
But the devil's got the wheel
We're pushing through 'til morning
Then we'll see how we feel


Like a shadow in the dead of night  
I'm not your solution, I'm not your hero 
But I'm the doctor  
Boy  
That brings the medicine to you!


Jesus
Build this motor
But the devil's got the wheel
We're pushing through 'til morning
Then we'll see how we feel


Driving on a thunder run
Running moonshine
You know how it is
You know how it is
You know how it ends!
With white line fever
It don't get no better than this


Riding White Lightning

🐀 Pacific Rats – Golden State Waste

🛹 Debut Album

Baked in the sun, broken on the street, and screaming from the alley — Golden State Waste is the raw, asphalt-cracked debut from Pacific Rats, a Venice-born skate-punk gang with bloodied elbows, black Converse, and no time for rules.

With 10 songs that tear through the California dream like a kickflip through stained glass, the album fuses old-school skate thrash, melodic SoCal punk, and gritty street funk. From the band’s snarling anthem Possessed to Skate Again to the palm-scorched swagger of Rollin’ Free, this record is a declaration of pavement-born rebellion and sun-bleached soul.

They ride fast, bleed loud, and laugh while the system burns — because for Pacific Rats, paradise was never perfect… but the curbs, pools, and rails sure as hell are.

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