Don't Fail Me Now

Longing

Sophie and I stripped it all down raw chords, bare emotions. “Inner Turmoil (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CZiIbRNTj8

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Long Road Motel is a sonic journey down dusty highways, past forgotten motels and haunted memories. A dark rock/grunge track soaked in nostalgia and unease. Gritty guitars, ghostly melodies, and a voice that drifts like a summer wind restless and heavy.
Perfect for those who aren't chasing beaches this summer, but chasing meaning or just trying to outrun something inside.
🎸 Turn up the radio. Leave everything behind. Welcome to the Long Road Motel.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 


You can hear other works with her here;)
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

Lyrics
[Verse]
Dusty road it stretches wide
Empty dreams hitching a ride
Neon flickers in the haze
Old motel where ghosts still stay

[Chorus]
Long road motel
Where the lost hearts dwell

[Verse 2]
Creaky floorboards sing their tune
Peeling walls hide past’s perfume
Faded faces in the frames
Time forgot their worn-out names

[Chorus]
Long road motel
Where the lost hearts dwell

[Bridge]
Broken signs they point to nowhere
Echoes hum in the heavy air
Every room a silent story
Worn-out beds and fleeting glory

[Verse 3]
Highway hums its lonely hymn
Night creeps in the lights grow dim
Shadows dance in amber glow
Secrets whispered no one knows

Long road motel

“Messiah of Shrinking Shores” unfolds like a sorrowful parable — the story of a soul who gave everything, only to be abandoned by both Heaven and Earth. Written in poetic form years ago, the lyrics speak in third person, echoing the voice of someone who once carried the burdens of others, now discarded, worn down, and left with nothing but silence. “The ashtray of God” — a chilling metaphor for spiritual obsolescence — captures the depth of his disillusionment, culminating in the heartbreaking surrender: “Let me sink into the flood.”

This song gives voice to that universal moment when we feel used up, overlooked, and forgotten — when the world no longer sees us as valuable, only convenient. Hungarian vocalist Fati Urbán lends her angelic, haunting tone to these emotions, adding an ethereal fragility that elevates the pain into something strangely beautiful.

Though the song carries the atmosphere of gothic and doom influences, it never settles into one mood. Progressive metal elements weave through its structure — the intro and outro riffs pulse with complex time signatures, and the chorus rides on staccato rhythms that resist collapse. It's both a lament and a protest; a farewell and a final cry for meaning.

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MESSIAH OF SHRINKING SHORES

He clung with nails of wood so tight,
Scratching the fresco-black of night.
Obscured he wrote a gospel’s rhyme, 
Ashtray of God, clandestine grime.

All that he saw, all fails did stay,
No skyey dew would fall his way,
breathing desert dust-eating life,
rotten finger-flesh, he played a strife.

If he was saved, he tore his crown,
blood-stained tears fall, like storm pour down,
showing his fake gloriole,
he will baptize you, he will bury.

And as he climbed the western sky,
the stars within themselves did die,
"Embrace me now, and take my blood” 
said “Let me sink into the flood."

Horror Sacri

Messiah of Shrinking Shores

Dies Irae — "The Day of Wrath" — draws its name and inspiration from the iconic medieval Latin hymn that envisions the Last Judgment: a cataclysmic reckoning where the trumpet sounds, the dead rise, and every soul stands trial before an all-powerful Judge. Traditionally sung at Catholic Requiem Masses, this ancient text has haunted Western music and imagination for centuries, inspiring giants like Mozart and Verdi to transform it into timeless works of art.

This reinterpretation takes a more critical and personal path. Rather than presenting the full, fire-and-brimstone narrative, the track distills the original into select verses — fragments that echo through the music like distant voices from a troubled past. The piece challenges the deeply rooted notion of God as a merciless arbiter, replacing fear with reflection. In doing so, it questions how such doctrines have shaped our inner world — replacing love with dread, grace with guilt.

The composition opens and closes with solemn church organ passages, framing the piece like the arches of a ruined cathedral. The final organ reprise, however, carries a subtle shift — a glimmer of hope, as if the weight of centuries-old judgment might finally give way to something more compassionate.

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DIES IRAE 

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla.

Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando iudex est venturus.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
in quo totum continetur.

Iudex ergo cum sedebit,
quidquid latet apparebit.

(The day of wrath, that day,
will dissolve the world in ashes.

How great will be the quaking,
when the Judge is about to come!

The written book will be brought forth,
in which all is contained.

When therefore the Judge will sit,
whatever lies hidden, will appear.)

Dies Irae

Written about my children when they were young, over 20 years ago.
Lyrics by Roger Smith
Music and vocals provided by AI (Suno)
Mixing and Mastering by Roger Smith

When I Fall

🔥 "Seduce and Confuse" is an intense and disturbing song, blending dark rock, grunge, and emotional atmospheres. A story of obsession, desire, and pain: seduction that becomes addiction, love that turns into torment.

💀 Raw and scratchy female vocals, dark guitars, and a grunge soul that leaves no escape.

If you find yourself in this mood, leave me a comment and share 🖤

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie 

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[Verse]
She'll sing him lullabies
He won't sleep
And she'll give him butterflies
In his jeans

[Chorus]
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him

[Verse 2]
And when the morning comes
She'll be gone
And when he finds someone
She'll still haunt

[Chorus]
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him
She'll seduce him
Then confuse him
But she won't ever lose him

Seduce and confuse

I'm not really sure what genre this track is... i feel like I'm currently doing musical theatre, but I don't remember ever signing up to do so!

Anyway, the words here come from my experience of meditating on Mars at dawn on his day, Tuesday: 

Too many tears,
Deluge and flood, 
The Earth is mired
In marsh and mud
That only fire of Mars can dry.

Too much hot air
From profiteers
Fans the camp fires 
Of strife and war,
That Mars arrives to provide. 

Our men are gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game

And only the oligarchs gain. 


There was a time, before the Age of Iron,  
When Mars was not just the god of war.
But that was in a different aeon,
A time when the wise were aware
That when winter had done its work,
Only the cobalt gnomes of Mars 
Could awaken seeds from their sleep
In the frozen soils of Earth’s dark,
And fire them up to arise, their spring
Flowers like flames reaching for the Sun. 


But if we ask, Mars will be our guide, 
If we appeal to him, invite him in.
To fit our inner armour of steel,
To forge our iron shield and sword
And fill us with the fire of will,
So that we can defend our life’s road
Standing sovereign, proud and tall
No longer the weak victims of those 
That perpetuate forever wars. 
Or else it will be more of the same.

Our men will be gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game.

Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.

Lyrics copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Mars

YESTERDAY, THEY TOLD ME IT WAS MONDAY

Remaster of my favorite Song from my First Album.
Better Sound is amazing.

Ghosts in the Machine

Download: https://redders1.bandcamp.com/track/maelstrom

Verse 1
Like a red rag to a bull
You look like a fool
With a head full of blood
An emotional flood
Chorus
Like a maelstrom
Your spin is all wrong
Your coming undone
Your coming unspun
Verse 2
Wasting your time
And wasting mine
They’ll get maimed
In your hurricane
Breakdown Guitar Solo
Verse 3
Getting fngers burned
But you won’t learn
And if you're going down
You’ll take the whole world with you
Chorus
Like a maelstrom
Your spin is all wrong
Your coming undone
Your coming unspun

Lyrics by C Geaughan

Maelstrom

🎤 Dark rock, grunge alternative rock & evocative atmospheres with female haunting vocals.

🎸 EileenNoise is a project by Marco, composer & producer and bassist from Rome. Collaborates with various vocal artists. Sophie is the lead vocalist and guitarist on many songs, but you can also find other vocal collaborations on the profile.

🖤 Inspired by Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Lacuna Coil, Depeche Mode, The smashing pumpkins, The Hole.

🔥 “Burning Inside” featured in SoundCloud’s official Buzzing Rock playlist.

🔗 New tracks monthly. Follow & listen on Spotify
🤝 Open to collaborations – DM me.

Seduce and confuse

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