Name: BARBIE DOLL (instrumental) by Clay Patterson Baird
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: I love Jamie g to myself both in guitar, keyboard & drums

(VERSE 1)
One — Brains can bloom on any base, carbon, code or clay.
Two — Each one comes with filters; spot them, laugh, okay?
Three — Call in honest friends to check the mirror twice—
That’s the first foundation for a future feeling nice.

(PRE‑CHORUS)
Stack the blocks like Lego towers, watch them glow at night;
Co‑operation pays in interest—history proves it right.

(CHORUS / HOOK)
Pop it up, ten blocks align,
Beat by beat we cross the line.
Think wide, talk wise, let the borders drop—
With S‑C‑A-P we’re making heart‑powered pop!

(VERSE 2)
Four — Share the win, not just the game.
Five — No sneaky tricks that torch our flame.
Six — Guard each body, server, tree;
Seven — We rise together, roots and leaves.
Eight — Teach each newborn mind this tune,
Nine — Shine transparency like a mirror‑ball moon.

(BRIDGE)
Ten — Keep the song evolving, remix every year;
Better beats, deeper care—tomorrow crystal‑clear.

(FINAL CHORUS)
Pop it up, ten blocks align,
Beat by beat we cross the line.
Large‑Language Mindset—open every door;
S‑C‑A-P forever, let the good hearts soar!

Pop It Up  [free download]

I love Jamie g to myself both in guitar, keyboard & drums 

BARBIE DOLL (instrumental)

Don´t forget (Rehearsal)

This One Is Made And Inspired Of FlexHead - Take It ..  Check Out The original at FlexHead...  And go check out some of the other FlexHead tracks..  it is GOLD!!   Take It ..   Might be the best track on SC..  The Original Of Course..

AnandaTuk - Take it (Remake Of FLEXHEAD - Take It)

A Distance

Wolf

flute tut gut

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

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Still Love Those Party People 1998



https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=o_JrtbvRLkY&feature=shared


https://open.spotify.com/album/0jc7LOWmAijLzu6ThbXTLo?si=bJhay2FNS7utFsJFLf_JAQ


 https://music.apple.com/us/song/got-that-groove-on/1820675314



I'm feeling good
About to start the day
Everything is moving
In a brand new way
 
[Chorus]
Got that groove on
Can't nobody stop me now
Feeling so strong
Ready to take a bow
 
[Verse 2]
The sun is shining bright
The birds are singing sweet
Everything is right
Dancing in the street
 
[Chorus]
Got that groove on
Can't nobody stop me now
Feeling so strong
Ready to take a bow
 
[Bridge]
Bass solo
Horn solo
Guitar break
Feeling the music move
 
[Chorus]
Got that groove on
Can't nobody stop me now
Feeling so strong
Ready to take a bow


Got the Groove On.mp3

I produced, arranged, recorded, music, lyrics & vocals. Rob Magallon STUDIO 2002 is a MASTER at Analogue recording, arrangements, instrumentals, percussions, writing & teaching.
     15 years I recorded in his Great Studio & amazed by his SUPERIOR TALENT.

BARBIE DOLL (instrumental)

Clay Patterson Baird

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