The first single release from my new album Alone In Valentine.

Written by Joe Martin and Steve Anderson Produced by Cal Campbell Mixed by James Wyatt Mastered by Rogan Kelsey

Photography by Steve Anderson featuring Amanda Bloom

Lyrics: In a beat up Silverado, Through southern Colorado She’ll be on the interstate, ‘Til sometime late tomorrow All she’s left behind, Is their life there in the pines Took the pieces of her broken heart To try and build a better life All the words left unsaid All the many miles ahead On some highway far away, She’ll find a place to pray And ask the lord for strength from up on high Headed for tomorrow, in that beat up Silverado She’ll find her way to finally say goodbye Standing there at night, Lost in the Marfa lights Tequila in the evening, Alone in Valentine. A movie at the Starlight, A drive down River Road, The Eagles’ “Desperado,” playing on the radio. All the words left unsaid, All the many miles ahead On some highway far away, She’ll find a place to pray And ask the lord for strength from up on high Headed for tomorrow, in that beat up Silverado She’ll find her way to finally say goodbye Those ashes in her hand On the banks of the Rio Grande A warm Texas wind, To take him home again Across that Great Divide, She says her last goodbyes Her hands on the wheel, Tears in her eyes… In his beat up Silverado, Through southern Colorado…

Credits: Written by Joe Martin and Steve Anderson Produced by Cal Campbell Mixed by James Wyatt Mastered by Rogan Kelsey

Photography by Steve Anderson featuring Amanda Bloom

License: All Rights Reserved

Recorded in 432Hz base tuning. This track contains a solfeggio frequency tone of 288Hz.

From Government Approved [432Hz] (EP), released October 3, 2025 Music written/recorded/performed by Matt Finlay Mixed by Matt Finlay & Number Six at TNP Productions LLC Mastered at TNP Productions LLC - anartistcollective.com/creatives-directory/media-arts/tnp-productions-llc

Album artwork by Shelly Omstead at Anartist Collective - anartistcollective.com

(c) 2025 Matt Finlay. All rights reserved.

Lyrics: Minden alma álmot rejt Minden alma álmot hoz

O sol esquenta meu peito O sol que vai e vem

Lélegzem Lélegzem

Credits: Reni Iszlai & Boka Mark Szasz

License: All Rights Reserved

Single from my album Empty Passenger Seat

Lyrics: Well I don’t need, too much in a woman Just someone who cares to love me like they should do Oh I need her in my arms, instead I find myself alone And lately I’ve been talking to her answer phone

Oh her high maintenance keeps wearing me down And her lies, about who she’s seeing around this town Causes me to wonder why, I ain’t already said goodbye And keep falling for those crocodile tears she cries

Well sometimes, I think I got to be crazy For putting up with the shit that she does daily Oh she’ll lecture me on how to live my life Then stab me with that - moral high ground - knife To watch me bleed with a hypercritical smile

Oh her high maintenance keeps wearing me down And her lies, about who she’s seeing around this town Causes me to wonder why, I ain’t already said goodbye And keep falling for those crocodile tears she cries

Let me tell you something baby I standing for the way you been treating me lately

Oh her eyes, are staring into someone else’s now And she tries to deny it when I ask her, oh I don’t know how I haven’t seen the light, and already said goodnight And keep falling for those crocodile tears she cries And keep falling for those crocodile tears she cries

Credits: Written by Joe Martin, mixed by Steve Wright. Drums - Dan Wiebe, Bass - Mark Lewis, Guitar and pedal steel - Chris Hillman

Too many thoughts

An electro track with beautiful vocal harmonies to awaken the soul .

Lyrics: Acknowledging the good that is already in your life Is the foundation for all abundance For all abundance

Blossoming in awareness Embodying the laws of nature Man know thyself And you will know the universe The universe

By replacing fear of the unknown Take a moment of stillness And allow this moment to be Without imposing stories Stories

Credits: Composer - Hans De Bruck - Kathleen Merckx Lyrics - Kathleen Merckx - Hans De Bruck

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Electronic Fusion

Ambient bass guitar soundscapes and improvisations.

Lyrics: [Intro] Ash on the sky Rope on the wind Names in the dark Start to tighten

[Verse 1] Word spreads Slow and cold Every hall Every home “Have you heard what he’s done? He has broken the bones of the world”

Blood on the feast Laughter that cut too deep He played with the threads Pulled doubt from the mouths of the brave

They count the debts he stacked Every trick Every pact A joke that cracked the shield Now the cracks run under the earth

[Pre-Chorus] You can laugh at a king You can spit in the storm But once you stab at the heart of the sky They come for you in full form

[Chorus] These are the last days of Loki Run Little flame Run Every lie you lit is glowing And it’s pointing like a blade at your blood These are the last days of Loki Hear the hunt in the ground When the laughter dies to choking They will drag you where the sun can’t be found

[Verse 2] He runs where the rivers twist Feet cut Breath in fists Wife and child in the shadows Told “Hide I’ll find you again”

But the woods all know his gait Even stone remembers his face Every root Every raven eye Whispers “They’re coming. They’re close.”

The Aesir walk like war Step by step to his door No more riddles No masks Just judgment under the clouds

[Pre-Chorus] You can dance on a blade You can slip every chain But once your tricks taste holy blood Even chaos gets chained

[Chorus] These are the last days of Loki Run Little flame Run Every lie you lit is glowing And it’s pointing like a blade at your blood These are the last days of Loki Hear the hunt in the ground When the laughter dies to choking They will drag you where the sun can’t be found

[Bridge] [Music drops Whispered vocal over grinding build] They took the sons he sired Turned brother against brother Guts twisted into iron For the father of every false cover

Stone for a bed Stone for his wrists Stone for a ceiling Too low to resist

Venom in a living thread Dripping slow from a jaw of dread Every drop A burned-out star Every scream One step toward war

(Sigyn waits… hands shaking) (Bowl raised… arms breaking) When her strength gives out When it spills His voice is a crack in the hills

[Chorus] These are the last days of Loki No more roads to run Every curse he spoke is folding And it’s stitching him shut in the dark These are the last days of Loki Hear his name in the ground When the poison carves his story Every shudder is a tremor of doom coming down

[Outro] Remember this pain Remember this cave When the world starts to shiver And the wolves slip the chains

(He is waiting) (He is waiting) Last days of Loki Are only The first taste Of the end

License: CC0 1.0 https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/

Title track of my first album Empty Passenger Seat

Lyrics: Big city lights are shining down on me Different ones than yesterday And although they don’t spell my name I know that they will someday Drinking all the backstage beer Trying to drown out your tears Man it’s been a long time since I’ve been home God it feels like years Forgive me for my confusion I got sold a rock and roll delusion Now it’s taking its toll and it’s catching up with me Got my foot to the floor going nowhere fast Don’t see how I can make this last Was convinced, that my life would be complete Beside an empty passenger seat Beside an empty passenger seat Another service stop Oh another train to hop Another corner street busker singing in the rain Restringing my J45 Stage side nerves make me feel alive But I think of you To try and keep me sane Oh forgive me for my confusion I got sold a rock and roll delusion Now it’s taking its toll and it’s catching up with me Got my foot to the floor going nowhere fast Don’t see how I can make this last Was convinced, that my life would be complete Beside an empty passenger seat Beside an empty passenger seat Forgive me for my confusion I got sold a rock and roll delusion Now it’s taking its toll and it’s catching up with me Got my foot to the floor going nowhere fast Don’t see how I can make this last Now I know, that my life won’t be complete Beside an empty passenger seat Beside an empty passenger seat Beside an empty passenger seat Beside an empty passenger seat

Credits: Written by Joe Martin, mixed and mastered by Steve Wright. Vocals and acoustic guitar - Joe Martin Drums - Dan Wiebe Bass - Mark Lewis Electric guitar - Chris Hillman

Artwork - Jonny Davies

License: All Rights Reserved

A song from a earlier Value4Value/DeMu release called Jesse EP.

Lyrics: Everything hand made by 徒 Setto セット

With Isocyanates, eardiod proposes a 6 track EP of gritty techno. Organic and unexpected, most of eardiod's work is sequenced on the go, by hand on a setup mixing hardware boxes and software synthesizers. Echoing from the remnants of Stockholm's underground scene, this release takes you on a trip to basement raves where lasers pierce the smoke.

Memories by MOOKY

Presented by Cannabis Records and Hash Power Music

Credits: lyrics : zer produced : zer music generated using suno

Lyrics: Join us now and share the software; You’ll be free, hackers, you’ll be free. Join us now and share the software; You’ll be free, hackers, you’ll be free.

Hoarders can get piles of money, That is true, hackers, that is true. But they cannot help their neighbors; That’s not good, hackers, that’s not good.

When we have enough free software At our call, hackers, at our call, We’ll kick out those dirty licenses Ever more, hackers, ever more.

Join us now and share the software; You’ll be free, hackers, you’ll be free. Join us now and share the software; You’ll be free, hackers, you’ll be free.

Credits: Richard Stallman

Lyrics: [Verse] City sleeps sound Sirens scream now I wish I could sleep I wish I knew how

[Prechorus] My head is a mess A glorious stress

[Chorus] Bomp bomp bomp I think I broke something Bomp bomp bomp Malfunction Junction

[Verse 2] Gears grind slow No place to go But I gotta move Prove I’m still in the groove

[Prechorus] My head is a mess A glorious stress

[Chorus] Bomp bomp bomp I think I broke something Bomp bomp bomp Malfunction Junction