damnn theres some sick riffs here man, hell yeah

Cool classic punk rock sound.  Lo-fi recording really suits the sound.  Drums are great too!

Crazy insane guitar! Nice job, good track! 🤘

Awesome guitars and drums 🔥🔥🔈 very nice

creative ,unique. i like this style.keep it up.nice.

Yes man, luv it, great riffin and tone... 🤘😁👊

pop punk/rock

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Stuck On Repeat

Be anything

Be Anything

Uncharted

The Mist twists over the water,
in this riverbed grave.
Way back down the river,
where the repentant were saved.

No horses will drink here, 
they just lay down to die.
the chapel on the riverbed,
just a shimmer in their eye.

The wind blows through the desert,
with the earth at my side.
Red waste beneath me, 
dark clouds in the sky.

I look back down to the river,
watch you drown in the tide.
The chapel on the riverbed,
with the lost souls inside.

Wishing I could be back on my own
I could lay down and die.
Falling through space,
1000 times faster than light.
Stripping the meat from their bones,
where they lie.
Wishing that I could be
back in my own.

Riverbed Grave

faithful gospel song. God will answer you on time 

THELORDWILLMEETYOUONTIME09155009373.mp3

Vista Mare wants to take you and transports you into a carefree world, to youth, where it took 2 beers and a guitar on a beach to be happy. Vista Mare is that song born by a chance, like a friendship, a love. Left for to long inside me, has now taken over. Vista Mare is a country /blues/rock song that mixes the past with the present, without forgetting the melodies.

Vista Mare

You pull my strings
Try to make me dance
But I’ve got moves
That you can’t understand

You wave your hand
Expect me to nod
But I’m not playing
Don’t walk in this mode
(No, no, no…)

You’re my puppet
(You’re, you’re) You’re my puppet

I’m not your puppet
(You’re my puppet)
Neither your pet
(My puppet)
I ain’t got no strings
(You’re my puppet)
I’ve my own feelings
(No, no, no… No, no, no…)

You think I’m here
To follow your plan
But I’ve no fear
I’ll walk on my own

You’re my popup
(You’re, you’re) You’re my popup

I’m not your puppet
(You’re my puppet)
Neither your pet
(My puppet)
I ain’t got no strings
(You’re my puppet)
I’ve my own feelings

(Repeat)

(No, no, no… No, no, no…)

Your Puppet

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While It Makes You Sick

Nocturnal Seduction

I hate my parents 
They did harm to me
I hate them far more
When I see you happy

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

I envy you 
Your life is easy
I struggle each day 
For serenity

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

Family Business

heaven in wild flower

Lyrics:

Fall!
The healing will come, this pages will turn
Just fall!
She wanted the peace, he wanted the world
Move on!
It's not just a phase, it's never enough

Can't you see it coming up again?

In circles of the everlasting hope
In hindsight of that obvious we know
Behind the words of epilogue
The endless prose of pointless and forlorn attempts to finally let it
 
Go!
Beyond just a dream - the sobering storm
Just go!
This heedless attempts of crippled control
Will fall.
It's not just a phase, it's never enough

Can't you see it coming up again?

In circles of the everlasting hope
In hindsight of that obvious we know
Behind the words of epilogue
The endless prose of pointless and forlorn attempts to finally let it

Sounds of craven thoughts instilling guilt feed all-exacerbating rhythm
Deaf to all its faults the intuition tunes the voices to the rise
Lost between the lines of tales retold inside that self inflicted prison
Lest we fall back in this slumber of the acting as dictated by the role

Can't you see it coming up again?

In circles of the everlasting hope
In hindsight of that obvious we know
Behind the words of epilogue
The endless prose of pointless and forlorn attempts to finally let it
Go

Faded

SE IL NOME DELLA BAND PUO’ SEMBRARVI  STRANO SIETE LE PERSONE GIUSTE ,ESSO E’LA FUSIONE DÌ DUE PAROLE BEN DISTINTE YOGY, IL MAESTRO IL GURU LA MENTE MA NON IL BENE E YETY LA BESTIA L’ANIMALE  L’ISTINTO UMANO MA NON IL MALE QUINDI LA FUSIONE  TRA LA RAGIONE E L’ISTINTO ANIMALE CHE E’ IN NOI.

LA LORO STORIA E QUESTA:

CRESCIUTI A LOADSTONE SI ERANO CONOSCIUTI DOPO CHE IAN AVEVA MESSO UN INSERZIONE PER FORMARE QUELLA CHE POI SAREBBE DIVENUTA LA LORO CREATURA, SCRIVENDO SOLO COSI: ”CERCO MUSICISTI PER TROVARE IL SUONO PERDUTO ALLA RICERCA DEL IL SUONO PRIMORDIALE DEL VAGITO DEL MONDO E VOLEVANO FARLO ATTRAVERSO LA LORO MUSICA”.

“LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA O VOI CHE’ ENTRATE… “ ….A LOADSTONE, PICCOLA CITTADINA AI PIEDI DELLA CITTA FANTASMA DÌ RHYIOLITE NEI PRESSI DÌ ZABRISKIE POINT NELLA VALLE DELLA MORTE, TUTTI LA CONOSCEVANO, MA PIU’ CHE UNA SALA PROVE QUELLA DÌ IAN,JIN, MARS, E COSMOS  SEMBRAVA UN LABORATORIO ALCHEMISONICO, PREGNANTE DÌ RELIQUIE ROCK RINVENUTE COME ARCHEOSONICI RICERCATORI INTENTI A SCOPRIRE  L’ORIGINE DEL SUONO, DEL SUONO AUREO PERFETTO, IL SUONO FILOSOFALE DOVE IL SUONO NON SI CREA NON SI DISTRUGGE MA TUTTO IL SUONO SI TRASFORMA, E TUTTO TRASFORMERA NEL CORSO DELLE LORO VITE.

heaven in wild flower

Yogyety

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