Just Say You Did It

ThrillMonkey/AnandaTuk collaboration

Check out AnandaTuk's music at: https://soundcloud.com/user-11396379

Be Like That -with AnandaTuk

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Single swing of the hammer drive the nail
Single wag of the tongue drive the jackknife

Drag me out by my feet, hands bound
Drag the poor man down, drop in quicksand

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Call for help but no sound, I still scream
Fires rise around pile of bones

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Dropped In Quicksand

The Count of Monte Cristo

I’m a newfound man                                                      
I burn and I bake                                                           
I’m your Japan in a Dishpan                                        
I’m the flesh and the fake                                                   

Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                                  
Watch me tear the bag and swim
After 14 years of smothering 
I will breathe and start again


You only see the beauty
Watch it bind and blind the eye
The titles and the treasures
This life I live in style

Like the Count of Monte Cristo
It’s who I choose to be
But sleeping in that gunny sack
There’s a corpse disguised as me


At night, I sink and swim                                               
Leave that dungeon damp and dim                            
To an island cave, a place inside my mind                
These lands, I am estranged                                       
Invent, outlast, arrange                                                  
Til I'm  left standing with the ones my hate does find  

              
I’m a newfound man                                                      
I’m your Japan in a Dishpan                                         
Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                     
The Count of Monte Cristo                                                     

I’m a newfound man                                                      
Your Japan in a Dishpan                                         
Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                   
The Count of Monte Cristo

The Count of Monte Cristo

hope

Rusty Stone :   music  , guitar, banjo, mandolin, bass, lead and back. vocals, drum programming
Pee  Gee      :   lyrics
Single "Lucky Guy/Save the only World" will be soon digitally available at Galileo Music Communication, Germany !

First of all.. we did not win the Gema-songchallenge 2025, but we are free to present our contribution on SoundCloud and all other platforms..starting here..the  task was "Write a contemporary lyrics/anthem , close to the melody of "Auld Lang Syne"  comp./arr./music genre free to choose."
It was a real challenge for us but we gave it a try..as a lyricwriter I was always aware that whatever I tried I would never even come close to a epic line such as "We ll drink a cup of kindness yet " (Auld Lang Syne). 
Comments always welcome!
Comments of the Jury:
"We liked how the earthy blues feeling is transported."
"We liked the message of the lyrics; timeless and at the same time one of the most current topics of world events."
"We also liked the instrumental part: authentic and cinematic!"
Conclusion:" A topic that couldn´t be more current"   ...
 
Use headphones..it´s a demo!   GEMA reg. 04/2025

Save The Only World

If one for all and all for one stand tall and point the way
There is a chance to overcome all the borders of today
Come out of cover, raise your voice, no one should stand aside
We´ll save the only world we have . In good faith we shall unite
So go ahead and make a stand for life on land and sea
There is no other place to live, it´s a question of to be.
We walk together just as one, we rise, we shall not fall
We´ll fight the evil all around. We are backs against the wall.
We are ones , we turn the wheel, we´ll save the planet earth
We´ll fight for nature, fight for us, we´ll fight for what it´s worth....
So go ahead and raise your voice, no one should stand aside
We´ll save the only world we have. In good faith we shall unite!

Save The  Only World  (Auld Lang Syne) Rusty Stone Music

The Great Awakening
I wish you all HAPPY EASTER!
  Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production

THE GREAT AWAKENING

la gaspisie le coin.de pays a mon père

Angel's Lullaby

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



The Count of Monte Cristo

Hand on the Rock