The awesome track, I enjoyed. . .Good luck

Love your craziness. Another bonkers tune

Interestintg!  Loads of fun noises and instruments. Good voice and i like your creation 😊

I love how this hit in an almost industrial style fashion

Ruffi's Rabbit Hole

Steam machine

This would be the third iteration of this song. Hail Adrian brings a new twist to electronic music, infusing both hip hop elements such as bass and aggressive vocals with the fun and energetic progression and structuring of an edm track. Let us know what you think.

Going EDM (feat. Hail Adrian)

(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

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)

Once upon a time, in a faraway land known for its wild parties and eccentric raves, there was a legendary festival called "The Groovy Galaxy Gathering." It was said that at this festival, the music was so funky, and the vibes were so cosmic, that even the stars danced along in envy. Now, the festival was always filled with colorful characters, from glow-in-the-dark dancers to neon-painted DJs, but this year was different. This year, a mischievous chemist had brewed up a psychedelic concoction so potent and peculiar that it defied all known laws of physics and good taste. The night of the festival arrived, and the air was electric with anticipation. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the first beats of the music began to pulse through the speakers, and the partyers descended upon the festival grounds like a technicolor tidal wave. Among the crowd were the usual suspects: there was Disco Dave, whose afro glowed in the dark; Techno Tina, who wore LED glasses that blinked to the beat; and Hippy Harry, whose tie-dye shirt seemed to swirl and morph with each step. But there was also a newcomer named Mad Scientist Mike, a wily chemist with a twinkle in his eye and a flask full of his experimental elixir. Unbeknownst to anyone, Mad Scientist Mike had decided to test his new creation by pouring it into the festival's water supply . And so, as the night progressed and the partyers quenched their thirst with what they thought was regular water, they were actually imbibing the most outrageous psychedelic substance ever concocted. And so, as the night progressed and the partyers quenched their thirst with what they thought was regular water, they were actually imbibing the most outrageous psychedelic substance ever concocted. At first, nothing seemed amiss. The music throbbed, the lights dazzled, and the dancers gyrated with reckless abandon. But then, one by one, the effects of Mad Scientist Mike's potion began to take hold. Disco Dave, usually known for his smooth moves, suddenly found himself breakdancing with invisible space aliens. Techno Tina's LED glasses began projecting kaleidoscopic visions of intergalactic roller coasters. Hippy Harry's tie-dye shirt sprouted arms and started giving out free hugs to bewildered bystanders. Disco Dave, usually known for his smooth moves, suddenly found himself breakdancing with invisible space aliens. Techno Tina's LED glasses began projecting kaleidoscopic visions of intergalactic roller coasters. Hippy Harry's tie-dye shirt sprouted arms and started giving out free hugs to bewildered bystanders. Meanwhile, the DJ, a fearless soul named Cosmic Carl, found himself conducting an orchestra of talking animals that had materialized out of thin air. The bass drops were synchronized with the clucks of a chicken, the hi-hats with the meows of a cat, and the synths with the ribbits of a frog wearing tiny sunglasses. As the night wore on, the partyers' trips became more absurd and intertwined. Disco Dave and Techno Tina engaged in an epic dance-off with synchronized moonwalking flamingos. Hippy Harry discovered a hidden portal in his tie-dye shirt that led to a parallel universe filled with sentient lava lamps and groovy talking trees. But the climax of the night came when Mad Scientist Mike, seeing the chaos he had unwittingly unleashed, decided to save the day. Armed with his trusty flask and a makeshift bubble machine, he created a cascade of bubbles infused with a reality-restoring antidote. As the bubbles floated through the air, they popped in shimmering bursts, showering the partyers with the antidote. Slowly but surely, the psychedelic haze lifted, and the partyers returned to a semblance of normalcy, albeit with wild stories to tell. (outro) The next morning, as the sun rose over the festival grounds, Disco Dave, Techno Tina, Hippy Harry, and even Mad Scientist Mike sat around a campfire, laughing uproariously at the absurdity of the night before .

The Groovy Galaxy Gathering

Keep On Up

Steady Flow

A track that I started over a year ago that I was finally able to complete. I hope you enjoy.

Integration

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Tore André Flo

Crack Of Dawn

It's Time to Go

ANDROMEDA

Lobotomy is a track about a rebellion of students against totalitarian and mass media truth warping. Inspired by a protest, designed to be dark, with chaotic screeches to tell a story. 

Beatport

Lobotomy

Gangsta's Paradise (ALTIKKT Fun track)

🐇🎤 **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.

The Groovy Galaxy Gathering

Wilson Colfax

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