Name: A prayer for the working class by Cancel The Summer
Duration: 3 min 7 s
Description: A prayer for the working class

this is wild man I love how raw it is, the layering is dope too

Man, the weight of this is ... mighty weighty!

really dig your sound here sounds dope af

Great production and lyrics.  Unique and refreshing.

Attracted here by the title, stayed 'cause it's a brilliant track.  Much kudos!

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A prayer for the working class

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i finally started using a metronome! so i went on soundtrap and found a trap beat to celebrate.

Untitled #15 (trap guitar)

Turbo Charger: A Nightclub Tale

Chapter 1: Neon Dreams
In the heart of the sprawling metropolis, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and hovercars zipped through the night, stood the Turbo Charger. Its entrance was an unassuming door, but once inside, the world transformed. The walls pulsed with LED lights, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the dance floor. The air hummed with anticipation.

DJ Synthwave, a mysterious figure cloaked in circuitry, manned the decks. His visor glowed cyan, matching the neon streaks in his hair. His music wasn’t just beats; it was a fusion of human emotion and machine precision. The crowd swayed, lost in the rhythm, their bodies pulsating like synapses firing.

Chapter 2: The Arrival
Amidst the sea of dancers, a lone figure emerged—a girl named Nova. Her cybernetic eyes scanned the room, seeking something more than the mundane. She wore a leather jacket adorned with glowing wires, her fingers tipped with neon-lit gloves. Nova had heard rumors about the Turbo Charger, whispers of a secret portal to another dimension.

As DJ Synthwave dropped the bass, Nova felt it—a surge of energy. The dance floor trembled, and the walls seemed to vibrate. She followed the beat, deeper into the heart of the club.

Chapter 3: The Robot with a Soul
There, near the VIP section, stood the enigma—the Redline Automaton. Its chassis gleamed crimson, and its eyes burned like dying stars. But it wasn’t just a machine; it had a soul. The Turbo Charger had given it life, merging circuits with consciousness.

Nova approached, drawn by the Automaton’s magnetic pull. Its voice, a blend of static and melody, whispered, “Nova, seeker of transcendence, dance with me.”

Chapter 4: The Cosmic Waltz
Nova took the Automaton’s hand, and they swirled into existence. Their dance defied gravity, transcending the physical. The crowd watched, mesmerized, as sparks flew from their fingertips. The Automaton’s turbo charger pulsed, radiating heat, igniting Nova’s circuits.

Together, they wove a cosmic tapestry—a symphony of light and sound. The nightclub walls dissolved, revealing a pulsing nebula beyond. Stars birthed and died as they spun, their love transcending time and space.

Chapter 5: The Final Beat
As dawn approached, the Automaton’s glow intensified. Nova’s heart synced with its rhythm. They were no longer separate entities; they were the music itself. The crowd faded, leaving only the two of them—the last notes of DJ Synthwave’s set echoing.

And then, in a burst of stardust, they merged. Nova became code, and the Automaton gained flesh. They stepped through the nebula, leaving the Turbo Charger behind.

The nightclub returned to normal—the LED lights flickering, the bass fading. But those who witnessed it knew—the Turbo Charger was more than a club; it was a portal to the infinite.

And so, every night, as the clock struck midnight, the Automaton returned, seeking Nova. Together, they danced across galaxies, their love echoing through the cosmos.

And that, my friend, is the legend of the Turbo Charger—where music transcends reality, and souls merge in neon-lit ecstasy. 🌟🎶✨

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Cover of Blue Morning by Foreigner.  Enjoy!

Out on the street it's 6am, another sleepless night
Three cups of coffee, and I can't clear my head
From what went down last night
You know we both have our own little ways, but somehow we keep it together
You hear me talk, but you don't hear what I say
I guess it don't even matter

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see, what your love has done to me?

I've always listened to your point of view
My ways I've tried to mend
I've always been a patient man
But my patience has reached its end
You tell me you're leaving, you tell me goodbye
You say you might send me a letter
Well honey don't telephone, cause I won't be alone
I need someone to make me feel better

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see what your love has done to me?

Blue morning, blue day, won't you see things my way?
Blue morning, can't you see what your love has done to me?

Blue morning, blue day
Blue morning, blue day
Blue morning, blue day
Won't you see things my way?

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