Rock & Rollin (Maybe) Down Into My Bones… (Perhaps) Even Down To My Very Soul.

From Hell to Here

Flatline

Welcome to the DCC

Dead Club City

City Haunts

Do You Love Me Yet?

Oh No :: He Said What?

I Am Cinco

Fall into a Blackhole

What If...?

Afterlife

[Verse]
The clocks melt down
They drip and sway
A canvas of time
Where night meets day
A rabbit laughs
A teacup screams
Reality folds
It’s torn at the seams

[Chorus]
The weird and the wonderful
Spinning in the air
The odd and the strange
Colour's everywhere
Eclectic electric
The stars rearrange
The delusional and deranged

[Verse 2]
A mirror shatters
Yet stays intact
Reflections whisper
A curious pact
The moon’s a dancer
The sun’s on fire
A world of chaos
Hearts conspire

[Prechorus]
Can you feel it
The pull of the tide
Where logic fades
And madness collides

[Chorus]
The weird and the wonderful
Spinning in the air
The odd and the strange
Colour's everywhere
Eclectic electric
The stars rearrange
The delusional and deranged

[Bridge]
A kaleidoscope blinks
It twists and turns
The ground’s alive
The cosmos burns
Is it a dream
Or is it the truth
A universe singing
Eternal youth

The Weird and the Wonderful

Scared Of Free Time

“GHOST IN THE BACKROAD” — STORY

The ghost isn’t dead.
It’s unfinished.

Every mile Mayzon Jard drives, it rides shotgun—
headlights flickering through memory,
dust trails spelling out the names of roads he never escaped.

This ghost is every version of him that didn’t make it out clean.
The nights he chose responsibility over relief.
The dreams he buried so others could keep theirs.

Backroads don’t forget.
They loop.

In this chapter, Mayzon stops pretending the past is behind him.
The ghost doesn’t chase him—it guides him.
A warning. A witness. A reminder of what survival cost.

By the end, the engine keeps running,
but the rearview mirror finally tells the truth:

You can’t outrun what made you.
You can only drive forward with it.

ghost in the backroad

Hear Me Out

Black and Red

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Over & Over

Forget Myself

Cyanide

MAKEMEFEELALIVE

Welsh Indie Rock Band
Sonically Himalayas offer seductive guitar lines, hip bass parts that will groove you to the core all driven by an avalanche of drums. The songs are melodic and fresh with cheeky lyrics and hook lines so catchy you can hang your hat on them. 

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