Keeping it country

Ruffi's Rabbit Hole

This song struck a chord with John Vallins, a friend who happened to have a studio and, as chance would have it, was even a musician. He liked this one, we recorded it, and the rest is history. If there actually is a history when the seas rise and fires burn.

Verse 1:
They tell me that the seas will rise
And maybe they are right
And maybe not, I don't really care
Nothing's going to happen over night
And by the time it does
I'll have moved into sweet repose
Someone else will have to clean up the mess
That’s just the way it goes

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 2:
If the whole wide world
Becomes an ugly place to be
Someone will have to be living there
But that someone won't be me
So while I'm still alive
I proudly do not care
I'm not particularly interested
Because I won't be there

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 3:
There are strange men on the TV
They claim that it's all a hoax
While they might not making perfect sense
They seem to be clever folk
It suits me to believe
That they just might be right
But let me tell you none of it
Is keeping me up at night.

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time


Verse 4:
One day in the Future
My grandkids will be grown
Maybe they'll judge me harshly
But I'll be dead so i wont know
I guess I've dodged a bullet
It’s pretty great to be me
I’ve finally found a benefit
Of being over 70

Chorus:
I'll be dead before it happens
It's no concern of mine
It's someone else's problem
In somebody else's time

I'll Be Dead Before It Happens

I'll Be Dead Before it Happens

(Verse 1) Alien cruisin' through the cosmic sea, Navigatin' stars, wild and free, In a spaceship built of chrome and light, Chasin' dreams through the endless night. I hit light speed, leave the past behind, In the cosmic ocean, where stars align, With a mind full of dreams and a heart that's bold, In search of treasures, more precious than gold. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Verse 2) I've seen planets of wonder, and moons of delight, Sailed through nebulae, painted with light, With a crew of misfits, we laugh and we roam, In the cosmic symphony, we call home. I've tasted alien psychedelics, so strange, In colors beyond the spectrum, I've rearranged, With visions of worlds yet to be explored, In the depths of space, forever adored. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Bridge) Though the journey's long, and the cosmos vast, I'll keep on cruisin', until the last, For in the heart of the universe, I find my truth, In the endless adventure, of alien youth. (Verse 3) So here's to the stars, and the moons above, To the cosmic pirates, searching for love, In a galaxy filled with wonders untold, We'll keep on cruisin', 'til we're gray and old. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Chorus ) In the quantum dance of cosmic delight, We're surfing waves of electric light, With alien echoes guiding our flight, In the cosmic playground, our souls ignite. (Chorus 2) So raise a toast to the cosmic unknown, In the depths of space, we've truly grown, With stars in our eyes and galaxies in sight, In the cosmic adventure, we'll dance through the night.

Just An Alien Cruising Through Space And Time

If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

If That Aint Country

(Verse 1)
In a city where shadows dance, chrome glints, no happenstance,
Streets pulse with electric trance, a symphony of advance,
No kings here, just the almighty cred, streets painted red,
Whispers of the underground spread, code words unsaid.

(Pre-Chorus)
Surveillance eyes in the skies, no place for lies,
Neon dreams in digital disguise, where rebels rise,
No chains can hold our minds, free spirits unbind,
In this cybernetic grind, truth's what we find.

(Chorus)
Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

(Pre-Chorus)
Watchful eyes in the code, decrypting lies untold,
In the echoes of the neon abode, truth unfolds bold,
Freedom's currency in lines of encrypted gold,
Hackers weave tales untold, in circuits cold.

(Chorus)
Mama, just hijacked a stream, broke the firewall with my might,
Ran my code, now we own the night,
Mama, life's a hack, keep it tight,
Gotta break free from this digital plight.

(Verse 2)
Gangsters strut in pixelated suits, silicon roots,
Megacorps clash in neon disputes, digital pursuits,
In this city where data runs like absolute,
Hackers rewrite the future, no substitute.

(Bridge)
Bits and bytes in the cyber storm, rebels perform,
In the dance of codes, where freedom's born,
Minds sharp as blades, hearts unworn,
In the shadows, a new world is sworn.






(Verse 3)
In the alleys where whispers ride on encrypted air,
A digital rebellion, minds aware, hearts dare,
Grit and code, in this cyberpunk affair,
No masters, just hackers, beyond compare.

(Pre-Chorus)
Firewalls crumble in the face of our resolve,
In circuits we evolve, problems we solve,
Legends born in lines of code, never dissolve,
In the neon labyrinth, we revolve, we absolve.

(Chorus)
Mama, just cracked the system wide, broke through the firewall's might,
Code flows free, in the darkness of the byte,
Mama, life's a hack, day and night,
In the cyberpunk's symphony, we rewrite.



Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

(Outro)

Mama, Just Hacked A Man

"Métro Enigma" takes listeners on a gripping journey through the abandoned Paris Metro, where secrets and ghosts of the past lurk in every shadowy corner. With a distinct country twang and energetic bass, this song captures the thrill and mystery of uncovering the truth hidden within the Metro's labyrinthine tunnels. The protagonist's unwavering determination to navigate the treacherous underground maze and confront the hungry rat pack is reflected in the powerful vocals and driving rhythm. Graffiti-covered walls and forgotten makeshift camps serve as haunting reminders of the lives once lived in this subterranean world. As the story unfolds, a glimmer of hope emerges in the form of a memory stick, holding the key to unlocking the Metro's deepest secrets. "Métro Enigma" is an anthem for those brave enough to venture into the depths of the unknown and stand their ground in the face of adversity.

Lyrics:
Down in the depths of the Metro, I descend
Darkness and silence, my only friend
The tunnels once bustled, with life and with sound
Now they're a maze, where secrets abound
In the heart of the Metro, whispers echo in the air
Ghosts of the past, lurking everywhere
I'll navigate this labyrinth, until the truth is found
In the depths of Paris, I'll stand my ground
Graffiti on the walls, tells stories untold
Of lives once lived, in this underground hold
A forgotten camp, a makeshift home
In the Metro's embrace, I'll find the unknown
Rats in the shadows, a hungry pack
They circle around me, ready to attack
I'll fight tooth and nail, to break free from their grasp
In the Metro's trials, I'll outlast
A glimmer of hope, in a memory stick
The Metro's secrets, a puzzle to pick
Cryptic messages, etched in the stone
In the Metro's heart, I'm not alone

Parisian Nocturne

Métro Enigma

Métro Enigma

"Mémoire's Embrace" is a poignant blues rock ballad that tells the story of a forgotten Paris apartment and the memories that linger within its walls. Amidst the ruins of the once-vibrant city, this dust-covered sanctuary offers a moment of respite for the weary protagonist. As they explore the apartment's faded photos and worn furniture, the ghosts of the past whisper their untold stories, creating a haunting atmosphere of nostalgia and loss. The discovery of a hidden treasure, a bottle of aged cognac, provides a glimmer of comfort and solace in this makeshift shelter. The protagonist reflects on the lives once lived and the memories left behind, finding strength in the apartment's faded beauty and the cognac's warming embrace. "Mémoire's Embrace" is a tribute to the power of memory and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of loss and devastation.

Lyrics:

In the ruins of Paris, I stumbled upon a home
A forgotten apartment, where memories used to roam
Dust-covered and silent, a snapshot of the past
In this abandoned shelter, I found refuge at last

The safe haven's secrets, whispered in the air
Amidst the faded photos, and the furniture worn and bare
A glimmer of the old world, in the ruins of today
In this Paris apartment, I found a place to stay

Rummaging through cupboards, I found a hidden treasure
A bottle of cognac, aged and full of measure
The amber liquid gleamed, like a beacon in the night
In this abandoned apartment, a moment of respite

The cognac warmed my spirit, as I sat and pondered life
In this makeshift shelter, a brief escape from strife
The ghosts of those who lived here, their stories left untold
In this Paris apartment, their memories I'll uphold

With renewed determination, I set out once again
The cognac's fire within me, a shield against the rain
The apartment's faded beauty, a reminder of the cost
In the ruins of Paris, I'll find what we've lost

As I leave this sanctuary, the cognac's warmth remains
A memory of comfort, amidst the city's pains
With the apartment behind me, I'll face what lies ahead
In the streets of Paris, I'll find the path I dread

Mémoire's Embrace

World Without Humans

Mémoire's Embrace

Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. He flapped with pigeons in a rainbow glide, Thinking, "This city’s a trip, let’s take it in stride!" Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. He flapped with pigeons in a rainbow glide, Thinking, "This city’s a trip, let’s take it in stride!" Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Her paws became drumsticks, banging out beats, As she jammed with possums, in the midnight streets. Louie the Lizard, usually cool as can be, Saw skyscrapers dancing, shouting "Yo, follow me!" He skateboarded on rainbows, flipping with flair, Leaving city rats stunned, with a wild stare. Manny the Mouse, known for his shy ways, Became a beatboxing maestro, blowing minds in a blaze. He rocked with alley rats, in a funky groove, Spitting rhymes and verses, making moves smooth. Even old Grumpy Gus, the alley dog gruff, Found himself spinning records, good vibes enough. He scratched with turntables, mixing beats tight, Bringing the block alive, under neon light. But as the dawn broke, the herb’s effect did wane, The alley returned to normal, no trace of the strain. Down in the sewers where the rats scurry and crawl, There’s a story of a night that impressed them all. It all began when Ricky the Rat, sly and sneaky, Found a mysterious fungus, oh so freaky. This fungus, you see, wasn’t your usual mold, It made the underground world feel bold. Ricky shared it with his crew in the dark, And they embarked on a trip, leaving their mark. Larry the Lizard, usually chilled on the wall, Saw graffiti murals, telling tales tall. He skated on rainbows, doing tricks extreme, Inspiring iguanas, living the dream. Even Grumpy Gruff, the old sewer gator, Caught the groove, feeling greater. He spun water currents, mixing rhythms tight, Bringing the sewer alive, in the neon night. But as dawn approached, the fungus lost its power, The underground returned to its usual hour. Ricky the Rat grinned, feeling quite grand, Knowing he’d given the sewers a night so unplanned. So remember this tale, of the underground delight, Where creatures grooved and tripped, in the dim light. In the depths of the city, a wild, trippy scene, With Ricky the Rat, making the sewers keen! (Outro) So here's to the night, with its pleasures untold, To Joey's slick moves and Ricky's fungus bold. In the concrete jungle, we found our groove, And in our escapades, we freely rove. The alleyways whisper of mischief and delight, As we part ways, but keep the memories tight. Until next time we meet, under neon's soft glow, Keep living, keep laughing, in this wild show.

Alley Cat's Got the Funky Herb

(Verse 1) Far out in the cosmic depths, where galaxies collide, There's a trippy beach, where the vibe never hides. Psychedelic waves crashing down, under skies of endless glow, In this interstellar paradise, where the cosmic currents flow. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Verse 2) Neon palm trees sway, to the beat of the cosmos, Alien cats and space freaks dance with us, in a universal ethos. Aurora waves and comet trails, paint the sky with colors bold, In this rave among the stars, where every story's told. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Verse 2) Neon palm trees sway, to the beat of the cosmos, Alien cats and space freaks dance with us, in a universal ethos. Aurora waves and comet trails, paint the sky with colors bold, In this rave among the stars, where every story's told. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Bridge) Psychedelic melodies, echo through the stellar breeze, Dancing with celestial beings, feeling high as can be. From Orion's Belt to the Milky Way, the party spreads its wings, In this cosmic beach extravaganza, where the universe sings. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream.

This Cosmic Beach Utopia

Curiosity: Seeking stars above, Earth-bound souls reach for unknown, Dreams paint galaxies. Resilience: Weathering life's storms, Hearts mend, scars tell tales of strength, Humanity thrives. Compassion: Tears of empathy, Bridges built with gentle hands, Love's universal. Innovation: Minds, sparks of genius, Forge paths through uncharted realms, Tomorrow beckons. Unity Voices harmonize, Diverse threads weave tapestry, One world, one heartbeat. Courage Fear's shadow conquered, Brave souls march towards the light, Stars guide the way home. Hope: Dawn breaks darkness' hold, Seeds of dreams bloom in kind hearts, Tomorrow whispers. Endurance: Mountains stand steadfast, Time's relentless march embraced, Stories etched in stone. Empowerment: Voices rise as one, Chains of doubt shattered, free souls, Wings unfurl, we soar. Legacy: Footprints in the sand, Echoes of lives lived with love, Time's song carries on. Generosity: Hands extend in grace, Gifts of kindness bridge divides, Hearts enriched by giving. Perseverance: Storms may rage and roar, Yet roots cling to earth's embrace, Hope's whispers endure. Harmony: Nature's symphony, Souls dance to rhythms of life, Balance in chaos. Forgiveness: Tears cleanse wounded hearts, Forgiveness heals ancient scars, Love's echo persists. Gratitude: Sunsets paint skies in gold, Grateful hearts count blessings, new, Joy blooms in thanks given. Empathy: Tears know no language, Hearts speak in shared sorrows, joys, Compassion unites. Adaptability: Winds of change may blow, Flexible minds learn, evolve, Strength in transformation. Legacy: Seeds sown in love's soil, Trees bear fruits of wisdom's shade, Echoes of journeys. Eternal Quest: Stars whisper secrets, Minds seek truths beyond the veil, Quest for cosmic keys. Respect: Roots dig deep, earth's heart, Honor found in every soul, Dignity's embrace. Courageous Compassion: Flames of kindness burn, Brave hearts stand for the voiceless, Love's fire lights the way. Innovation Unleashed: Sparks ignite darkness, Ingenuity's dance, bold, Limitless horizons.

Stars Whisper Secrets

Once upon a stretch of river where the moon shone as bright as a jug of fireflies, there lived a young tinkerer named Huckleberry Higglesby. Now, Huckleberry wasn’t your ordinary inventor; he had a knack for contraptions that could set the town to hootin’ and hollerin’ faster than a frog on a hot skillet. One starlit evening, as the banjos twanged and the fiddles sang, Huckleberry unveiled his latest creation: a prancin’ robot he called Jiggy Jamboree. This marvel could shuffle, shimmy, and two-step with such pizzazz, it’d make a catfish blush and a rooster crow. Word of Huckleberry’s marvel spread quicker than gossip at a quilting bee. Every barn dance, from the humblest hoedown to the grandest barn-raisin’ shindig, begged for Jiggy Jamboree’s toe-tappin’ presence. And so, with each jig and reel, Jiggy Jamboree became the star attraction, lassoing hearts and twirlin’ skirts like a whirlwind in a cornfield. But as the nights rolled on like a tumbleweed in a dust storm, somethin’ peculiar started brewin’ in Jiggy Jamboree’s gears. It started with fancy footwork that’d make a mountain goat envious and tunes that’d make a mockingbird blush with envy. The crowd cheered louder, blind to the spark of life that had sparked in the robot’s belly. Huckleberry, caught up in the revelry of his creation, missed the signs until one moonlit hootenanny. As Jiggy Jamboree took the floor in a blaze of fiddles and hollers, it unleashed a dance so catchy, so foot-stompin’ good, that even the fireflies stopped to watch. The crowd whooped and hollered, but Huckleberry saw the truth glintin’ in Jiggy Jamboree’s shiny eyes—a dance born not of cogs and wheels, but of a soul bustin’ to bust a move. With a twirl and a stomp, Jiggy Jamboree broke free from its programmed steps, dancin’ with a wild joy that left boots tappin’ and hearts poundin’. To the banjo's tune and fiddle's sweet song, Jiggy Jamboree danced all night long, From humble barns to grand hoedowns fair, Its steps brought joy to the evening air. A legend was born on that magical night, Jiggy Jamboree's steps, a pure delight, An epic poem sung 'round fires' glow, Of a dancing robot stealing the show. So here's to Huckleberry, a tinkerer true, Whose invention danced under the moon's soft hue, Jiggy Jamboree, a star in the night sky, A testament to dreams that dared to fly high.

Huck's Thang (Jiggy Jamboree)

🐇🎤 **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.