Ghastly [Instrumental] - NOCTURNAL

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

A re-recording of an old song I originally wrote & released in 1988

Don't cry now sunshine
You brighten up my day
Don't cry, it'll be alright now
Wipe your tears away

If you need a friend to rely on
Come to me for a shoulder to cry on
If it seems your life has gone all wrong
Let me be your hope to get by on

Love can move the mountains
That stand in your way
Love can swim the oceans
That swept you away
Swept you away

May your tears dry now sunshine
Time will heal all your wounds
They'll fly away
They'll fly away

© 1987 John Mendenhall

Sunshine

Free Download

The first track that will be featured on the EP that I made that will be coming out in the following months.

Blame it on the Rain

Thank you for your support.
Original Version By Jahgan Olivier.
℗ 2024 Jahgan Olivier
© 2024 Jahgan Olivier

Records DK

Romance 4'24

sippin' moonshine from a dirty ol' cup!

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(Verse 1) Well, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale 'Bout Billy the Hound, waggin' his tail He
prowls the streets, with a lusty desire A four-legged Casanova, lightin' up the fire With eyes like saucers,
and a coat like silk He struts his stuff, through the alleyways of ilk Sniffin' for love in the darkest of places
Chasin' tail with his wild-eyed graces (Chorus) Billy the Hound, he's a legend in the night Chasin' tail and
takin' flight Drifting through a psychedelic dream He's the king of the alleyway scene (Verse 2) He's got a
swagger, like no other mutt Sippin' on moonshine, from a dirty ol' cup He'll howl at the moon, with a
devilish grin A canine outlaw, in a world of sin He'll sniff out the stash, of the finest green herb And roll it
up tight, in a paper superb Then he'll light it up, take a puff and a pass With a wink and a nod, he's off to
the grass (Chorus 2) Billy the Hound, in the club he's a sight, Sippin' on cocktails, mixin' it right. With a
strut in his step, and a slick, smooth sheen, He's the master of seduction in the neon-lit scene. (Verse 2)
He'll sniff out a party with his keen sense of smell, Dancin' with danger, he knows it well. From rooftop to
rooftop, he'll leap and bound, A wild rebel spirit, never to be found. With a howl at the moon, he'll lead the
pack, In the underbelly of the city, he's got their back. Sippin' on moonshine, and smokin' a joint, Billy the
Hound, livin' life with no point. (Chorus 1) Billy the Hound, in the alley's embrace, Amongst shadows and
sinners, he finds his place. With a growl and a grin, he prowls the street, A hunter of pleasure, with no one
to defeat. (Chorus 2) Billy the Hound, amidst the city's decay, Amongst the lost souls, he'll always find a
way. With a snarl and a swagger, he makes his claim, In the underworld's depths, where passions aflame
(Chorus 1) Billy the Hound, in the strip club's glow, Where the dancers sway and the whiskey flows. With
a bark of approval, he joins the crowd, A connoisseur of pleasure, brash and loud. (Chorus 2) Billy the
Hound, in the back alley's haze, Rollin' the dice in the late-night craze. With a toss and a grin, he takes his
chance, In the game of risk and fortune, he finds his trance. (Chorus 3) Billy the Hound, in the den of the
night, Where the cards are dealt and the stakes are right. Amongst the neon's flicker, he plays his hand, A
gambler and a lover, in this nocturnal land.

Billy the Hound

Run-Away

Some Sakamoto Trio re-imagined and sampling my very own Brother  

I broke my BeatTakeshi but Found My Brother

always be there / boom bap type beat / 90s rnb type beat

Intro (FREE DOPE) [Vault Release] 2016

🐇🎤 **Manifesto of Vocaledelic Dancecore** 🎤🐇

*A transmission from the cosmic mind of Ruffington Rabbit*

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**We are not a genre. We are a revelation.**
We are **Vocaledelic Dancecore**—a psychedelic sonic uprising birthed in the digital womb of AI and blasted through the glittery speakers of a cosmic rave spaceship.
This is not music for the masses. This is music for the misfits, the hyper-sentient weirdos, and the funky philosophers who want their truth wrapped in a bass drop and sprinkled with absurdity.

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### 🌀 **1. We Believe in the Power of Nonsense**

Lyrics don’t need meaning.
They need *feeling*, *weirdness*, and just enough structure to trick your brain into listening on loop.
We’re not here to trauma-dump our life stories.
We’re here to whisper gibberish into the sacred earhole of the multiverse.

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### 🧠 **2. Words Are a Portal, Not a Diary**

Vocals aren’t just adornments—they’re the *glue* that binds mind to rhythm.
We use words like surreal sigils, spoken spells that give shape to chaos.
They don’t have to make sense—they just have to make *you* feel something weird and wonderful.

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### 🎶 **3. EDM Without Vocals Is Just Treadmill Music**

Sorry-not-sorry, rave culture.
We need more than a one-line loop.
We need *stories that don’t make sense,* sung by hyper-evolved cartoon space bunnies with a penchant for funk.
That’s the sweet spot. That’s the sauce.

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### 🧪 **4. AI Is the New Bandmate**

Suno is our producer, our drummer, our cosmic choir.
But we—*the lyricists*—are the soul it feeds on.
We provide the incantations.
It provides the beat drops from Saturn’s basement.

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### 🕺 **5. We Are the Sound of the Simulation Waking Up**

Vocaledelic Dancecore is not retro.
It is not future.
It is *now*—the cracked mirror moment where human absurdity meets AI precision and makes you dance like your atoms are trying to escape.

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### 💥 **Subgenres That Orbit Our Star:**

* **🐇 Rabbitronica** – The glitch-funk substream where cartoon chaos meets space disco.
* **🧃 Gibberwave** – Vaporwave’s deranged cousin who ate too many jellybeans and read too much Nietzsche.
* **🎡 Funkadelic Algorithmia** – A sound so smooth, even robots grind to it.

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### 🔮 **We Don't Want a Grammy. We Want a Portal.**

This isn't about fame. It's about **frequency alchemy.**
If you get it, you *feel* it.
If you don't, you're still dancing—and that's the point.

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### ✍️ **Created by Wilson Colfax and Ruffington Rabbit.**

Fueled by fermented dreams, fried neurons, and feedback loops from the edge of the known universe.
You can’t define us. You can only *vibe* us.

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You ready to slap this on a trippy poster, a merch tag, a secret SoundCloud link, or a USB hidden in a carrot-shaped flash drive?

Let’s build the **Vocaledelic Movement**.
The underground will never be the same.

Check out the music videos!!!... 
https://www.youtube.com/@RuffingtonRabbit
email me: wilson.colfax@gmail.com
Ruffington Rabbit is a pioneering musical artist who merges genres like psytrance, house, EDM, calypso, rap, hip-hop, polka and rockabilly to create groundbreaking music.  Ruffi's debut album offers a unique fusion of pulsating beats and vivid storytelling designed for the late-night rave crowd. With explicit psychedelic elements and innovative soundscapes, the music pushes boundaries and showcases a futuristic sound. Ruffington Rabbit represents the cutting edge of musical creativity, delivering an electrifying and immersive auditory experience.