A track close to my heart as my wife, Anne, asked me to write something upbeat looking back at my childhood...so Time Of Our Lives was born.

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Strangest Things

Time Of Our Lives

Alligator Bites Never Heal

DENIAL IS A RIVER

A modern country track with a soulful feel and a down-south rock

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You Love Is Sweet

Through the Fire" – A soaring anthem of love, resilience, and devotion. With heartfelt lyrics, powerful vocals, and an electrifying build, this song captures the strength it takes to fight for what matters most. No matter the storm, love will rise—through the fire.

Through the Fire

A mid-tempo soulful number with a touch of jazzy instrumentation about the classic cliche and metaphor of people judging books by their cover

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See Me Wrong

Sometimes doing our best isn't good enough for others. This is one person's tale of that. 

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Dont Hang The World On Me

They sold me gold and served me rust. They called it “pro” and offered dust. This isn’t a love song. It’s a reckoning.

“Poisonous” is the sound of betrayal echoing through broken servers. A furious eruption of industrial metal, snarled vocals, and searing truth, it’s a message to every platform that promised the world and delivered delay.

This is for the silenced, the stonewalled, and the creators left to rot in draft limbo.

You thought I’d disappear. I turned venomous instead.

🔥 Play it loud enough to shatter your upload queue. 🔥

Lyrics

I trusted you… with my sound…  
But silence was the only thing they found…

[Verse 1 – restrained anger, building]  
You said you'd help me distribute my art  
Sold me gold that was really just hay  
A pro in name, but only at the start  
You took my money and walked away

[Pre-Chorus]  
It was all too easy—Spotify, Apple, and more  
You made it seem like I was in control  
But every promise led back to your locked door  
You offered me your silence, instead gutting my soul

[Chorus – full-throttle, screamed with backup vocals]  
You gave me poison, wrapped up as promises  
Unfurled my soul, then threw it away  
You're a glitch in the system, postulants, novices  
Your failure and my wrath—I can't convey

[Verse 2]  
You dressed it up—black suit, red lies  
“Coming soon,” while my patience dies  
You ghosted me with a silent grin  
But I see the rot beneath your skin

Glitch in the matrix, fraud in disguise  
Held me down with your friendly eyes  
Sold me pro—but played me dumb  
Now I’m back. And I brought the drums.

[Pre-Chorus]  
It was all too easy—Spotify, Apple, and more  
You made it seem like I was in control  
But every promise led back to your locked door  
You offered me your silence, instead gutting my soul

[Chorus]  
You gave me poison, wrapped up as promises  
Unfurled my soul, then threw it away  
You're a glitch in the system, postulants, novices  
Your failure and my wrath—I can't convey

[Bridge]  
I begged you once, I made it twice  
I even followed up and pleaded thrice  
But from you, a silent cacophony stayed.  
Automated replies promising me the earth—  
But through your procrastination my voice… decayed.

You watched me drown in your delay  
I screamed for help, you looked away
 
BUT I’M STILL HERE, I WON'T OBEY!  
I'M RISING UP AND BREAKING FREE!  
YOUR LIES NO MORE—DEFEATING ME!

[Final Chorus]  
You gave me poison—called it gold  
Whispered “trust” while your silence took hold  
Tied my voice in digital chains  
But I broke your grip—I own my name

You're a glitch in the system, a fraud in disguise  
Feeding creators your curated lies  
But I won’t fade, I won’t decay—  
I’m fire reborn… and I’m here to stay!

I’M! STILL! HERE!  
YOU! CAN’T! WIN!  
THIS! IS! MINE!  
LET THE REIGN BEGIN!

I’m fire reborn… and I’m here to stay!

[Screamed, crowd echo chant]  
I’M! STILL! HERE!  (I’M! STILL! HERE!)  
YOU! CAN’T! WIN!  (YOU! CAN’T! WIN!)
THIS! IS! MINE!  (THIS! IS! MINE!)
LET THE REIGN BEGIN! (LET THE REIGN BEGIN!)

Poisonous

What do you get when you pour three espresso shots into a banana, hand it a kazoo, and let it run a café staffed by muffins in hats?

You get Barista Banana Day.

A caffeine-fuelled pop explosion of absurd joy, this is the theme tune to a Saturday morning cartoon that doesn’t exist—yet. With lyrics so silly they’ll short-circuit your seriousness, and synths so bubbly they belong in a fizzy drink, Wolf of Borg serves up a musical pastry of glorious nonsense.

Featuring surfing spoons, operatic toast, and an espresso machine with a romantic subplot, this track is loud, proud, and 100% dairy-free (unless you count the cheese).

So grab your kazoo. Hug a unicorn. And get ready to froth it, bop it, and shout "YIPPEE-KI-YAY!"

Barista Banana Day

A cautionary funk-rock number about how a lie has the destructive power to cut through our lives. In a modern age when we are faced with lies questioning the truths we need to step back as only truth can set us free.

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A Lie Is A Lie

In the long shadow of the Good Friday Agreement and under the flickering light of a faulty fridge in Centra, comes the debut concept EP no one asked for but everyone in the queue kind of deserves.

“RA Do the Door” is a genre-defying acoustic pop comedy project chronicling post-conflict Northern Ireland — one corner shop at a time. From the hallowed Spar of West Belfast to the high-vis paramilitary diplomacy of East Belfast's finest Centra, Wolf of Borg explores what happens when peace is brokered not with pens, but with loyalty points and a very dodgy bouncer who might also be your cousin.

Featuring boot-stomping acoustic loops, satirical nods to historic trauma, and at least one song that rhymes “protocol” with “alcohol,” this album is part-political commentary, part-retail therapy, and entirely unsuitable for broadcast before 9pm.

With a mural of Princess Diana somehow watching over it all like a peacekeeping saint of the snack aisle, RA Do the Door asks the big questions:

Can crisps heal a nation?

Is that fella actually on the payroll?

And is the real border the one between the fridge and the fire exit?

Answer: probably.

The Ra do the Door at the Spar

Wolf of Borg – AI Music Without Limits

I create at my own pace, letting the music grow with me—no rush, no rules, just the sound of stories waiting to be told. From haunting ballads to high-energy anthems, every track is a journey—cinematic, raw, and unapologetically my own.

I’m here for the music, not the market. No commissions, no promotions, no paid services—just a passion for sound, evolving on my own terms.

Step into the sound. Resistance is futile. 🎶🐺🔥

The Ra do the Door at the Spar

Wolf of Borg

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