Keeping it country

This isn't actually a blues song, but the title seems to fit anyway.

Here are the lyrics:

I don't like it, don't like it hanging out in front
I gotta say it's givin' me the shits, pardon me for being so blunt
It wasn't there a while ago, don't know from where it came
But I don't like it so very bad I can hardly say its name

Don't want it don't want it and it's clear I'm not alone
I see some folks who've had it since before they were even grown
They seem to get on with their lives and I guess they seem ok
But I don't like and don't want it - that's all I've got to say

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
It was happening to me
Until one day in a mirror I saw what everybody else could see

I've been alive a lot more years that I've got years left to live
I've been doing pretty good with learning to forgive
Myself for things I did or didn't do and places I've never been
But I'm finding it hard to forget that I was once young, fit and thin

For me it's front and centre, for some its back and low
And others carry it anywhere, everywhere they go
But they tell me that this belly fat is no good for my heart
Since I want to live a few more years I guess I'd better start
Some sort of exercise and diet - It seems a cruel plot
But as card carrying human being I suppose that that's my lot

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
That I was not immune
Maybe now that's just who I am and hence this tragic tune

Bellyfat Blues

(Verse 1) Alien cruisin' through the cosmic sea, Navigatin' stars, wild and free, In a spaceship built of chrome and light, Chasin' dreams through the endless night. I hit light speed, leave the past behind, In the cosmic ocean, where stars align, With a mind full of dreams and a heart that's bold, In search of treasures, more precious than gold. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Verse 2) I've seen planets of wonder, and moons of delight, Sailed through nebulae, painted with light, With a crew of misfits, we laugh and we roam, In the cosmic symphony, we call home. I've tasted alien psychedelics, so strange, In colors beyond the spectrum, I've rearranged, With visions of worlds yet to be explored, In the depths of space, forever adored. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Bridge) Though the journey's long, and the cosmos vast, I'll keep on cruisin', until the last, For in the heart of the universe, I find my truth, In the endless adventure, of alien youth. (Verse 3) So here's to the stars, and the moons above, To the cosmic pirates, searching for love, In a galaxy filled with wonders untold, We'll keep on cruisin', 'til we're gray and old. (Chorus) Now I'm an alien cruisin' through space and time, Chasin' cosmic highs, no reason, no rhyme, With the stars as my guide, and the galaxies divine, Livin' on the edge, in a universe so fine. (Chorus ) In the quantum dance of cosmic delight, We're surfing waves of electric light, With alien echoes guiding our flight, In the cosmic playground, our souls ignite. (Chorus 2) So raise a toast to the cosmic unknown, In the depths of space, we've truly grown, With stars in our eyes and galaxies in sight, In the cosmic adventure, we'll dance through the night.

Just An Alien Cruising Through Space And Time

It seems to me that many people these days make more effort to separate themselves from others than to compare themselves with others. Both are triggers for unhappiness, in my opinion, but it's something more than that.

This song has very few bass parts. Most parts use an 8-string guitar. This is the result of avoiding the competition between the bass and the area of existence. I did slaps, thumbs, tapping, and all sorts of other things. It took me a long time to finish the song because there were so many parts I had to practice and I had tendonitis....hahahaha

lyrics

Only those who are allowed to exist are allowed to exist in this town.
Those that are not will be eliminated from existence.
I am forgotten by time.
I distanced myself from you.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

A whale as cold as blue steel is looking at me.
He says if he's tired of me then he can be done with it.
But I am not mine.
What about my family? What about my elderly parents?
I can't finish it on my own.

My consciousness fades away.
Many diseases are eating away at my organs.
But I won't be allowed to die for another ten years.
I have to be there for my family.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

Every morning we are transported on a crammed train.
Someone steps on my foot. I also push someone away.
Someone please carry me to that distant castle.
someone please help me
Soldiers who cannot fight are carried away.
Where are they going?

Those No Longer Needed

If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

If That Aint Country

If I'm Lost With You

Hi everybody,
here is another original tune I wrote in the last couple of days. It basically sums up a dystopian future for someone like me, being in his early 20s. But its the harsh reality for many people - or at least I assume it is...
Maybe you like it :)
If so leave a like, repost, follow, or a comment for some feedback and support.
Thanks :)

Asleep

"Métro Enigma" takes listeners on a gripping journey through the abandoned Paris Metro, where secrets and ghosts of the past lurk in every shadowy corner. With a distinct country twang and energetic bass, this song captures the thrill and mystery of uncovering the truth hidden within the Metro's labyrinthine tunnels. The protagonist's unwavering determination to navigate the treacherous underground maze and confront the hungry rat pack is reflected in the powerful vocals and driving rhythm. Graffiti-covered walls and forgotten makeshift camps serve as haunting reminders of the lives once lived in this subterranean world. As the story unfolds, a glimmer of hope emerges in the form of a memory stick, holding the key to unlocking the Metro's deepest secrets. "Métro Enigma" is an anthem for those brave enough to venture into the depths of the unknown and stand their ground in the face of adversity.

Lyrics:
Down in the depths of the Metro, I descend
Darkness and silence, my only friend
The tunnels once bustled, with life and with sound
Now they're a maze, where secrets abound
In the heart of the Metro, whispers echo in the air
Ghosts of the past, lurking everywhere
I'll navigate this labyrinth, until the truth is found
In the depths of Paris, I'll stand my ground
Graffiti on the walls, tells stories untold
Of lives once lived, in this underground hold
A forgotten camp, a makeshift home
In the Metro's embrace, I'll find the unknown
Rats in the shadows, a hungry pack
They circle around me, ready to attack
I'll fight tooth and nail, to break free from their grasp
In the Metro's trials, I'll outlast
A glimmer of hope, in a memory stick
The Metro's secrets, a puzzle to pick
Cryptic messages, etched in the stone
In the Metro's heart, I'm not alone

Parisian Nocturne

Métro Enigma

Métro Enigma

"Mémoire's Embrace" is a poignant blues rock ballad that tells the story of a forgotten Paris apartment and the memories that linger within its walls. Amidst the ruins of the once-vibrant city, this dust-covered sanctuary offers a moment of respite for the weary protagonist. As they explore the apartment's faded photos and worn furniture, the ghosts of the past whisper their untold stories, creating a haunting atmosphere of nostalgia and loss. The discovery of a hidden treasure, a bottle of aged cognac, provides a glimmer of comfort and solace in this makeshift shelter. The protagonist reflects on the lives once lived and the memories left behind, finding strength in the apartment's faded beauty and the cognac's warming embrace. "Mémoire's Embrace" is a tribute to the power of memory and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of loss and devastation.

Lyrics:

In the ruins of Paris, I stumbled upon a home
A forgotten apartment, where memories used to roam
Dust-covered and silent, a snapshot of the past
In this abandoned shelter, I found refuge at last

The safe haven's secrets, whispered in the air
Amidst the faded photos, and the furniture worn and bare
A glimmer of the old world, in the ruins of today
In this Paris apartment, I found a place to stay

Rummaging through cupboards, I found a hidden treasure
A bottle of cognac, aged and full of measure
The amber liquid gleamed, like a beacon in the night
In this abandoned apartment, a moment of respite

The cognac warmed my spirit, as I sat and pondered life
In this makeshift shelter, a brief escape from strife
The ghosts of those who lived here, their stories left untold
In this Paris apartment, their memories I'll uphold

With renewed determination, I set out once again
The cognac's fire within me, a shield against the rain
The apartment's faded beauty, a reminder of the cost
In the ruins of Paris, I'll find what we've lost

As I leave this sanctuary, the cognac's warmth remains
A memory of comfort, amidst the city's pains
With the apartment behind me, I'll face what lies ahead
In the streets of Paris, I'll find the path I dread

Mémoire's Embrace

World Without Humans

Mémoire's Embrace

Composer :   Karl Heimgartner Dat : 28.02. 2024  / © Copyright              
Genre: Hip Hop – Chill - 
Single: 2024
Track : 04
Title:     Sunneschin lächlet 
Lyrics:  Karl Heimgartner -  Swiss German lyrics

For a change, a Swiss German song with our own lyrics was created according to our mood.
I hope my fans from Switzerland like it too?


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Instruments and Samples from Landr Studio – Chromatic – Montreal Canada 100% Royalty free. Mixing and mastering in Studio One 5 Professional 


Title: Sunneschin lächlet 
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Mixed and Mastered byMartín J. Alonso  from MTM 

I have the finished track and 18 stems for mixing and mastering
sent to MTM Mastering True Music Production in Spain.
Listen to the professional result.
which worked very well. A very nice team from Spain.
Thank you for your cooperation, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production

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Sunneschin Lächlet

UrbanUs

Hands Of Fate

This song is about embracing the feeling of summer. It is warm outside. What is not better than ice cream. Caffeine is something we need. So coffee brings peace to a summers day. It is a glad and joyful song. Played on my 12 string sigma guitar. For mixing and mastering I use free sound editor called audacity. I sing, write and play solo. I do everything on my own. I have a mini studio in my apartment that I use for it. 
Play this summer song and get into feeling. 

Ice cream and coffee

The composer Marcel Gruhn sent me his epic orchestral track, Now and Always (link here: https://on.soundcloud.com/J6jq4cjfZ9aHBBrs7) and asked me if I felt inspired to put some words to it. I certainly did, and this is the result. We hope you like it as much as we do! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024 

Music by Marcel Gruhn
© Copyright Marcel Gruhn May 2024

Cover Art: Me via AI. 

Words:

He was so tired ...he’d been walking for weeks ...with a leg aching from the wound he’d taken at that last battle ...in which so many had been killed. 

He stopped by a farm gate, and then he leaned on it to light his pipe, and he remembered, once again, the sound of the vultures screaming as they came in to feed on the corpses. It was etched on his soul. 

He was no longer the arrogant young man who’d left his homeland with a cocky spring in his step. His face was now lined like a road map, showing all the places he’d been and all the horrors he’d seen. 

As he drew on his pipe, he looked up to see a lush green valley stretching out before him, and it seemed familiar. The streets and playgrounds of the village below were just like those he’d played in as a child, such a long time ago... Then he gasped as he realised ...he was nearly home! 

He wanted to run, but he could only stumble along the lane, dragging his leg behind him. Full of doubt now, fears for how he’d be received having left them all such a long time ago, and under a cloud...he wondered, would they even recognise him? 

Through eyes blurred with tears, he saw two young boys coming along the lane, with their mother close behind ...but no, surely not? Was this his daughter, now grown and matured?

 The woman smiled in recognition. 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” she cried out as she ran towards him. And it was then that he saw it...The circle of life... and in a flash, he remembered greeting his own father returning along this very lane, as he must have his father before him. 

Then he felt them both in his heart as it dawned on him that they had never been away, that his forefathers had stood guard around him as he had fought to protect his homeland ...just as these two small boys may have to one day... 

"But not yet.. he silently prayed, "please God ...not just yet..." And he clasped his family to his breast.

Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

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I retired my country band Native Tongue some time ago, I now play summers at a Jamboree, volunteer music, have jam sessions, and visit Mountain Grove on occasion. I decided to record some of my favorite classic country songs.  My maiden name is Barbara Gustin for family reasons, so,no, I am not 2 people . My music is listed under Barbara Jenkins on Spotify and Itunes My recording  studio keeps me inspired. Enjoy

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

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