Faze 1 slowed stoner remix (Bob Goodsite) (Meth-Mastered)

Timing 7/4
111 BPM

Lyrics

Many times as a kid
Four inside walls were founded
A little dark rascal
Mind a skid
"I'm choiceless Son, You're Grounded!"
100% kept me more alive
Then I grew up and just started to fly
Gone was that parental prudence
That toughened love
The barrier to more bruises
Ok I didn't fall unless I was drunk
There was that time I met a ditch with a dunk
Good clavical sees broken funk
But no matter the pain I sounded
Our of hospital... Still not grounded

The grounding skill that many lose
It changes form from fun to wingsuit
Rebel with a cause and new beliefs
Mind you, I never got grounded for hitting reef
Liberal bosses - just wanted me safe
So liberal mind moved to mould music and grace
So I re learned grounding... Most of the time
Sometimes Icarus still goes for Sun drive by's
Man, the Sun knows me... TBD return
Land on studio pad and pen new concern
Dress them with melody, Sun says
Remember what I told you!
Combine real words, sounds & sights
Make digital worms
Lassoo to past the gripes

We landed
Grounded
Still these four walls
See grounded for grownups means mindset that's all
Be here and be now and believe your own eyes
Grounded for kids now needs to make new hive
Practicing mindset
More perfect true
Retaining their innocence
Their happy way
Loving themselves and all Earth can say



Notes
Possibly first time I've got four full tunes like that in one day. All need work but structures might survive largely

Written listening to Ozrics so let's lean to Ed Wynne angles on guitar

Grounded

Itinerance

Hilma & Frank, we chase the sun

"I know my lazy, leaden twang
Is like the reason in a storm;

And yet it brings the storm to bear.
I twang it out and leave it there."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

The Man With The Blue Guitar - twang it out


© 2025 Janice Merritt, Bud Merritt & Peter Fulham
Janice: vocals, melody, progression & arrangement
Bud: lyrics, arrangement, mix and mastering 
Peter: guitars 
Thanks to PG Music & Peter Fulham

Intro 
V1:
relaxing in the park surrounded by roses
blue birds are singing, the leaves are swaying
I let my worries and tension slide away
enchanted by blue skies with clouds slowly dancing 

Rest

Refrain
 oh no! here come the scrolling zombies 
tangled in the tech gods’ web

V2
led by a phone like a carrot on a stick
no time to waste there’s always another app
earbuds have replaced mother nature’s call 
stepping in line tap tap tap
 
Solo

Bridge: 
Alger's Rhythm Kings lay down the beat 
for Zombies who’ve passed the point of retreat. 

V3
driven by ones, zeros and pixels
buried deep in their reels and likes
no light no life in their staring eyes
up down left right go the finger swipes

Refrain 

Outro solo

Tag

Scrolling Zombies

The Assembly

TAKE OFF!.

The magnetic tape on my VHS is degraded, It's hard to fix the tracking. 

Office 90

Dancing Horses

All lit up across the sky
Dancing horses charge on by
Fields of dreams are moving on
Took your life and moved aside

And did you care what you had done
And did you think what you would do
And did you want to shatter this
And did you want to end this love
And at what cost or what expense
You have the means to end it all
Get what you want at any cost
And make a wish and all is yours

All is yours across this land
No one else should spoil you
Sanitised and swept aside
Crushed a dream a better life

And you can reach for the stars
And you can buy all the stars
And you can shoot for the stars
And you can ride on a star

This love of mine has gone.
This life of mine has gone
Dancing horses shine a light
Dancing horses pulled apart
Dancing horses, notice them
Suit yourself and no one else

Lyrics / vocals  - Martin Hester
Music / production  -  Andy Hall (Noobly)



Dancing Horses    -    The New Vigos

Bubblgum Friday

I took the piece I composed yesterday (An Elderly Tale) and changed it to a dance song.  

Dance, Baby, Dance
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

One thing,
I ask of you (just you),
will you hear me out,
Baby,
Dance,
Dance, Baby, dance (x5)

One thing,
I want of you (just you),
Is to be mine,
Will you?
And dance baby,
Dance,
Dance, baby, Dance (x5)

Dance all night, oh, oh,
Dance all night, oh, oh,
With you (just you),
and dance baby, dance,
dance, baby dance (x5)

Dance, Baby, Dance

Sanity’s boring, harmony's a joke,
I built my throne out of everything broke.

This is blues exorcism for cursed souls. Heavy psych riffs dragged through ash. Basement doom jams that sound like they’re melting from the inside.

This is not good music. It’s honest noise. 
These sounds are built for the broken, 
... not for the sober.
Unlovable, unmarketable, undeniable.

If you get it, welcome.
If not, you were never meant to...   Haha, guitar go Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Faze 1 slowed stoner remix (Bob Goodsite) (Meth-Mastered)

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