43 years have passed and here I am again on the platform waiting for this train which will transport me and make me travel to Castile and then Andalusia, final destination.

Departure

Departure - KRT Production

New song dropped today! Run this up for me!

https://songwhip.com/zakk-riffle/flight

Flight

pop punk/rock

co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover
art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

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watch the video here : https://vimeo.com/1076474289

TRACK: "Run Through the Fire, Climb Over the Dead"

A sonic war relic from the novel "Behind Us the Land" – fusing post-industrial brutality with raw rap storytelling to score the Feyerabend family's 1945 escape.

Sound:

Bass as Trauma Pulse: Switches between 808-like dread and metallic shrieks (like Stuka sirens)

Drums as Death March: Snare hits mimic MG42 bursts, kicks echo refugee footsteps

Rap DNA: Half-sung verses morph into typical Rap flows (think Clipping. meets Protomartyr)

Archaeological Sounds: Authentic WWII bomb impacts, Danzig's cobblestones cracking

"Post-rock's despair meets rap's urgency – my mother's diaries ('...and then the guns fell silent') spat back as survival rhymes over collapsing basslines."

For fans of:

The Body's bass-driven doom with Billy Woods' historical lyricism

Godspeed You! Black Emperor scoring a war documentary

Music that doesn't entertain – it testifies

📖 Soundtrack to the novel "Behind Us the Land"
🎤 Lyrics sourced from my mother's survival diaries

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TRACK: "Run Through the Fire, Climb Over the Dead"

Ein klangliches Kriegsrelikt aus dem Roman "Hinter uns dem Land" – verschmilzt post-industrielle Wucht mit Rap-Erzählkraft zur Vertonung von Flucht 1945.

Sound:

Bass als Trauma-Puls: Pendelt zwischen 808-Drohnen und Stuka-Sirenen-Schreien

Schlagzeug als Todesmarsch: Snares wie MG42-Salven, Kicks wie Flüchtlingsschritte

Rap-Einfluss: Zeilen im typischen Rap-Stil (zwischen Audio88 und Author & Punisher)

Sound-Archäologie: Echte Bombeneinschläge, splitterndes Danziger Pflaster

"Post-Rock-Verzweiflung trifft Rap's Dringlichkeit – meine Mutter's Tagebücher ('...und dann schwiegen die Waffen') als Überlebens-Reime über kollabierenden Basslinien."

Für Fans von:

Swans mit der lyrischen Wucht von Haftbefehl

Einstürzende Neubauten vertonen ein Geschichtsbuch

Musik, die nicht unterhält – sondern bezeugt

📖 Soundtrack zum Roman "Hinter uns das Land"
🎤 Textfragmente aus den Flucht-Tagebüchern meiner Mutter

Run Through The Fire, Climb Over The Dead

2025 04 01 Song 1093

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #23 (2025 04 15)

When pigs fly

[Verse 1]
There was a boy who loved the diamond
Glove in hand and dreamin big
Oldest son of seven children
In a house that barely fit

Two big sisters watched him try
Little brothers by his side
Wore thick glasses chubby cheeks
But he played with all his pride

[Verse 2]
He didn’t make the A team
No cheers or hometown fame
Played on that dusty lower field
But he still loved the game

While his little brother shined with ease
A natural through and through
He kept his nose down in the dirt
With every throw he grew

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
Slow at first but gaining speed
From the dugout to the end zone
Chasing every dream he'd need

[Verse 3]
In junior high he hit his stride
Grew tall and tough and fast
Football track and Babe Ruth ball
His shadow finally passed

Friday nights under the lights
He made the crowd stand tall
A chubby kid turned running back
The hero with the ball

[Verse 4]
But the younger one got lost out there
The bright light faded quick
Found trouble in a cigarette
And darkness in a fix

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
With bruises scars and grace
Not chasing cheers but something more
His own steady pace

And when his brother stumbled hard
He didn’t run away
Big brother stood behind him
Like he always did those plays

[Bridge]
Now silver streaks his hair
Like chalk lines on the field
Memories in the bleachers
Of the love that time revealed

[Final Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
From the shadows to the sun
Turned hardship into victory
Never left the job half done

And though the years have slowed him down
His heart still makes the play
Big brother’s still the hero
At the end of every day

[Outro]
Yeah he’s still takin care of number two
Just like he always planned
With a steady heart and wrinkled hands
Big brother’s still the man

The Bases of his Life

Finally finished! Been going good since the renovations concluded. So been full on producing some fun stuff. Talk about fun stuff....... spring is going on..... The smell of fresh air, rush in sunlight all the good stuff. .This song write itself quite easy. The finishing touches my goodness was a job! And out of my comfort zone bc It's a subject I have never written. So hoop you like it! Cheers ^^

Signs

Save Me from Myself

Track's lyrics were written by Badtripp Inc and the music came to be by try and retry for hours the Suno AI. A song about the horrors that changes soldiers: "They don't come back right"

Soldier, universal

Sleepless

Artist || Producer || Guitarist 🎸
I can never stick to one genre.

Flight

Zakk Riffle