Name: The Hunted by Jody Lynn in Repost V2
Duration: 3 min 14 s
Description: No turning back when you're the Hunted, no sweet escape when you're the Hunted, Take your cuts and scrapes down to the bone

Nice work! Great sound and a really driving beat!

Brilliant, I've been hunted for a while and I'm hunted again with this song🔥

Nicely arranged track,  superb melodic vocal delivery... 🤘👊

nice, absolutely u are one proffesional of your genre

Repost V2

Joy Ride

Ce titre, avec ‘J’VEUX SURTOUT PAS’  et ‘INFIDÈLE’  fait partie de la trilogie ‘des amours tumultueux’ du micro-album PHONOGRAPHE de MCDC. Un des amoureux, à répétition,  s’est mal occupé de l’autre et  se retrouve,  depuis un an, séparé et seul à pleurer sur son sort dans le Pub des regrets,  où, en  couple, ils aimaient bien aller siroter un verre.

This title, with 'JE VEUX SURTOUT PAS' and 'INFIDÈLE', is part of the 'tumultuous love' trilogy from the EP PHONOGRAPHE by MCDC. One of the lovers, repeatedly, took poor care of the other and has been left alone, separated for a year, to cry over his fate in the Pub of Regrets, where, as a couple, they liked to go and sip a drink.


PHONOGRAPHE

Au Pub des regrets

Website

All I Need (Instrumental)

Jagged Sins (Instrumental)

A little something about 'cumulative disruption'

Lyrics:

You know
Just because you have a freedom
You don't have to exercise it 
Every given moment of everyday you know
Well I'm rather more interested in
What happens when I run out of embarrassment

And he went on to say
Hey look, not everyone's xenocidal galactic socialistic theocracy 
Is perfect okay


Just about everyone agrees
It's tough being a lady's warder
Sex for a man
Because you know we aim to please
Is like trying to solve a rubik's cube
With an anxiety disorder
While trying not to sneeze

They've altered the terminology for festive occasions
And so for Fourth of July we're going to be setting off
Fire-Caucasians

There was an auspicious southerly breeze
On the day we unburdened ourselves from the Queen of Pinot Gris

The government was saying in a particularly rude way
That just because you have a freedom
You don't need to use it at every moment of every day
And I thought why would they feel the need to be free to say that
At this particular moment anyway

One thing seems to be incontrovertibly true
In Soviet Britain, social media posts you

They went on that governance has to be done steadily
And without stumbling upon regret
Like performing a minuet
Or making a smashing omelet
Not to dirty some egg yolks
But anyway so yeah we coerced some folks

As the thought of trying to obliterate me was tightening their rectum
The painted sybil was strumming her plectrum
The Greek chorus decried equal amounts of economic illiteracy 
On either side of the spectrum
And then his backing singers really went to town
Like crabs in a bucket clawing each other down

And then my traveling companion
Had had enough of being restrained
And complained a very millennial complaint
That now it takes four singing fish to be entertained

The high court jester 
Concluded with a pretty shrewd remark
As he was busy collecting the necessaries
The key to isolating his mark
And causing things to fester
Was to forget a man's ancestors
Hide his descendants
And separate his contemporaries

In the ultramarine dark
He was caparisoned as if strolling on a lark
Resembling a tasseled wobbegong carpet shark

She was quite a debutante for a start
And hard to hate for anyone with half a heart
An epitome of discernment
Like the connoisseur of detournement

We were bantering the specifics to and fro
And even though I was doing it a little bit slow
It had been a pleasant trip so to speak

After a long time of being on the shelf
As poignantly as having a sword run through
If something seems painfully obvious to you
But obvious to no one else 
That fact is more real than reality itself

Every Given Moment / Chnospinci

A Rock song with Indie and Pop elements, searching and heartfelt lyrics over a catchy groove and jangly guitars.

Travellers In Timing

How Like The Goddess

Unknown World

Darken Daze Demo

demo free me

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

“Till I’m Drunk & Confused” tells the story of someone trapped in a loop of regret — drinking to forget, but only finding the truth they’ve been avoiding. It’s a story about the moment when denial gives way to clarity, and the only person left to face is yourself. The lyrics walk that tightrope between self-awareness and self-destruction: “I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused / It’s killing me that there’s just no use / You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me.” The music stays bright and pulsing, almost defiant — an ironic counterpoint to the lyrics’ honesty. It’s heartbreak disguised as motion, confession wrapped in rhythm, self-reflection faces reality. Underneath the shine lies regret, loneliness, and hard-won self-awareness.

At its core, “Till I’m Drunk & Confused (So Lost Without You)” is a reflection on heartbreak, regret, and self-realization. The lyrics tell the story of someone who lost a relationship because of alcohol — and now uses that same alcohol to fill the silence.

Lines like
“I’ll drink booze till I’m well past confused”
and
“You’re the one thing I had to lose to learn the truth about me”
capture the emotional punch hiding beneath the track’s upbeat production. What makes it powerful isn’t the sadness — it’s the clarity that comes with it. The song dances its way through denial, self-blame, and eventual truth.

A bittersweet dance-floor confessional about losing someone, numbing the pain, and finally seeing yourself in the aftermath — ‘Till I’m Drunk & Confused’ turns heartbreak into motion.


'Till I'm Drunk & Confused

FRIEND / Scotty 

FRIEND / Scotty 

FRIEND / Scotty

FRIEND


“Beautiful Things” Paper Moons Mix

Vocals & lyrics by @wild-christopher-lyrics.
Guitar: @angelo-annicchiarico-1

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be rain

I took a new road on my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Sometimes my life it tries to get so mundane
So given a choice between the numb 
I’ll embrace the pain

We are all terminal
You know it’s what they say
This life it’s incurable
It’s just a matter of the day

We all know this
But we choose not to believe
We exist in oblivion
We limit what we see

Sing off key
Live out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Hold on to your loved ones
Or hold on to your gold
Cling to worldly possessions
Or fortify your homes

I saw a girl standing
She was standing alone
I stopped and said hello
When I left, she was all aglow

We don’t know the difference 
The difference we can make
The road you don’t go down
The chances you don’t take

Sometimes we trip
Sometimes we’ll take a fall
But I’d rather stumble then never know, 
never know at all

Sing off key
Sing out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be some rain

I took a new road 
On my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Music by Caedmon Rigby and Angelo Annicchiarico
Lyrics by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2024

Beautiful Things (Paper Moons Mix)

No turning back when you're the Hunted, no sweet escape when you're the Hunted, Take your cuts and scrapes down to the bone

The Hunted

They shoved me in the basement, where the light don’t glow
Took my desk, my coffee cup, but there’s one thing they don’t know
I’ve got a fiery treasure, bright against the gray
My red stapler’s my salvation, it’s my only getaway

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

The boss can take my paycheck, the copier can jam
But my little red stapler says, “Stick it to the man”
It’s more than just an office tool, it’s my sacred fight
A tiny piece of justice in the corporate night

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
In this cubicle jungle, you’re my light
When the world burns down, I’ll smile and choose
To walk away singin’ the Red Stapler Blues

Oh, red stapler, hold me tight
Shine like fire in the spotlight
Staple the blues, staple 'em true
Red stapler, I believe in you!

Red Stapler

A track about the struggles of dealing with depression and unemployment at the same time

The only one

Text:
(Strophe 1)
Zwischen Mauern und Sirenen, irgendwo im heißen Staub,
sagt man „Sicherheit zuerst“ – doch wohin führt das, wenn man’s glaubt?
Denn wer gefesselt am Boden liegt,
hat keine Stimme, keinen Blick,
und trotzdem trägt er ein Gesicht,
das Mensch bleibt – Stück für Stück.

(Pre-Refrain)
Ich sag’s nicht laut, um zu verletzen,
nicht um zu richten, nicht mit Hass.
Nur weil mir jedes Herz erzählt,
dass Würde unteilbar ist – für jeden, ohne Wenn und Aber.

(Refrain)
Kein Mensch verliert sein Recht,
nicht im Schatten, nicht im Licht.
Auch Verdacht macht keine Monster,
bis ein Urteil klar spricht.
Kein Schlag macht eine Zukunft heil,
keine Wunde bringt uns Frieden.
Lasst uns stärker sein als Wut,
damit wir uns selbst nicht verlieren.

(solo)

(Strophe 2)
Ich sehe Menschen, die verzweifeln,
denen Schmerz zur Tat wird – viel zu oft.
Und andere, die im Namen dessen,
was sie schützen sollen,
Grenzen übertroffen haben.
Doch Stärke heißt nicht Fäuste heben —
Stärke heißt: Wir bleiben Mensch,
auch wenn die Angst an Türen rüttelt.

(Pre-Refrain)
Ich sprech von Recht, nicht von Parteien,
von Verantwortung, schwer und groß.
Denn wer die Macht besitzt, zu schlagen,
hat auch die Macht, es nicht zu tun.

(Refrain)
Kein Mensch verliert sein Recht,
nicht im Dunkel, nicht im Licht.
Auch im Sturm der Unterwelt
bleibt ein Rest an Gleichgewicht.
Keine Nation wird reiner
durch Gewalt in einem Raum.
Gerechtigkeit ist keine Faust —
sondern ein langer, schwerer Traum.

(Bridge)
Und ja — ich sah das Bild vor Augen:
77 Leben — und nie ein Hieb.
Ein anderer Ort, ein anderer Rahmen,
wo Recht und Ordnung anders schrieb.
So unterschiedlich Systeme sind —
die Frage bleibt doch universell:
Was sagt es über uns als Menschen,
wie wir behandeln, wen wir fürchten?

(solo)

(Refrain – leise, eindringlich)
Kein Mensch verliert sein Recht…
Egal woher, egal wer spricht.
Wenn wir in Abgründe blicken,
sehen wir auch uns selbst ein Stück.

(Outro – gesprochen)
„Wir müssen besser sein als die Wut in uns.
Denn jeder, den wir brechen,
bricht ein Stück von uns zurück.“

Kein Mensch verliert sein Recht

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Songwriter in a lyrical life with a voice like sugar-coated barbwire. Pouring it all out, surrendering to my cathexis.  @jodylynnmusic  New songs drop each month!

I've been writing songs since I was 15, in the studio creating demos at 16 and have had a few shining musical moments along the way.


I've lived all over the country... from Cali back to Virginia where I grew up. Over the years, I've been lucky to have met some fabulous people that I consider kindred spirits and friends.

I love to write lyrics and songs for myself and others... just to scratch my creative itch and for things I love and care about. 

Please add my songs to your playlists and follow me on socials for new releases and updates! Appreciate your support!

The Hunted

Jody Lynn

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