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[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

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1988 is more than an album—it’s a time machine back to the glory days when heavy metal ruled the airwaves, the stage, and our hearts. From 1980 to 1989, a generation of denim-clad dreamers and leather-bound rebels forged anthems that would echo through eternity. This project is a loud, unapologetic celebration of that golden decade—of pounding drums, screaming guitars, and the brotherhood of true metal fans.

Every song on 1988 is a salute to the legends who inspired us, and a rallying cry to all who still carry the torch. Turn it up, feel the power, and remember: metal never dies—it only gets louder.

1988

The core message of "Break Before I'm Broken" is a poignant reflection on the self-inflicted suffering caused by anticipatory anxiety and fear of an uncertain future. The song explores the human tendency to torment oneself with imagined scenarios and potential pain that may never materialize, highlighting how worry can become a "poison" that consumes the present. It conveys the struggle of being trapped in a cycle of dread, fighting battles in the mind before they occur, and living "nightmares" that are not yet real. The rap verse intensifies this by depicting the emotional weight of carrying these fears, while the bridge, with its female vocalist, offers a moment of clarity, urging the listener to embrace the present and let go of the need to control or fear the future. Ultimately, the song encourages breaking free from the prison of preemptive suffering, advocating for living fully in the moment and finding peace by releasing the burdens of what has not yet come.

Before It’s Real

Not A Love Song

More Important

DEAD OR ALIVE

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Little honey bee
Cherry picked from the tree
Sweet and deadly
That's what you are
Poison hiding
Behind every scar

Tied up in surrender
Gazing up to heaven
Can't remember what I'm fighting for
What am I fighting for

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Blood is in the air
Secrets everywhere
Hidden truths beneath
Your perfect skin
Let the chaos begin
Let the chaos begin

Greater heights mean nothing
When you drag me down below
To a world I didn't want to know
What did I want to know

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Jezebel come whisper
Sing your poison song
I believed your promises
But I was wrong
I was wrong
I WAS WRONG!
EVERYTHING'S WRONG!

Honey and daggers
That's all we are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Burning my soul
Losing myself
OUT OF CONTROL!

Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost

Honey & Daggers (Alt Version)

Scab

Born in '93, Government issued in' 18, and incarcerated  in '23, my life has been nothing short of "boring."

Around the age of 6, my father, Russell, gave me a gift that would become the foundation to my musical journey: a $20 Casio keyboard that lit up from Radio shack. I learned quickly what sounded right and music to me over the years became more like a spoken language and expression rather than a means to entertain. It wasn't long after that I then caught my dad playing "Smoke On The Water" that I soon had the fixation to learn guitar.

Years passed, and at the ripe age of 16, I was fighting the fear of crowds and performing in front of people by joining my highschool's Mens' Choir and Drama Club. I spent all my time doing theatre, showchoir, and talent shows, even winning the first one I ever attended; BEST ACT, which was a piano Mashup of Coldplay songs, phantom of the opera, and Queen. These extracurricular activities and what I did in them to become better at my craft resonate with me to this day. Thank you Mr. McMichen and Mrs. Bohlke for seeing my potential and giving me the confidence in myself.

Years went by and with it, so did time and attention. I remember one day seeing the the amount of dust that had collected on my keyboard and guitars. "What a waste.." I thought. That was back in 2021, a time that was painful and educational. The events of that year, and of 2022, would eventually lead me to becoming incarcerated for a whole year.

Jail was something different for me. For the first time in my life, I sat my ass down and poured my emotions out onto the cheap college-ruled paper issued by the jail and to my surprise, I wrote exactly what I felt and conjured up a confidence and ambition that would eventually lead to the creation of "ALL THAT IS WRONG",  my first album which angstly portrays my take on love, addiction, and the realization that maybe I am the the one thing holding myself back.


My name is Aaron Thomas Bradley, but you can call me Tommy. 



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