Unfading Flower

if you’re one of those people
who go crazy over Christmas
tell me do you know 
what Christmas is even about?
why don't I tell you what Christmas is about
it’s gonna get a little bit choppy
so grab on to me...

some folks decorate an evergreen tree
none can agree
on what the trees symbolize
some say renewal
others say eternal life
or could be just the way 
we shake down nature for a prize

it’s either Jesus or it’s pagan

some people sing carols 
about reindeer in the snow
to celebrate a certain Middle Eastern birth
and some sing “I don’t want
a lot for Christmas”
as they max out their credit card

it’s either St. Nick or Coca-Cola

so let’s gather round family and friends
then look at others for what triggers or offends
that’s because what Christmas is all about
is telling others what their Christmas
should be about

me tell you all about Christmas
(he'll tell you all about Christmas)

many hate their own tradition’s Xmas
let alone vestiges of Roman Saturnalia
for some goody-two-shoes it is a chance to flex—
must rally hard for all demonic practices to go belly up
 
you know the Yule log’s probably Satan

Western kids write to Santa
and ask for massive presents
the same guy who used to beat up
naughty children with a stick
(he could really jingle bells, jingle bells)
he owns a factory up North now
and skims from his elves’ wages
I guess a useful lesson—it pays to be a dick

does he ever make it down to Angola?

gather round, my dear family and friends
let’s look at the neighbors for what triggers and offends
we know too well what Christmas is about
It’s about judging others and calling the heathens out!

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All About Christmas

I started writing and the song just kept getting happier.  I figured that had to be a good thing, so I kept on going.  

Here are the lyrics:

You walked into the room
And joined an aimless conversation
I liked what you had to say
And found myself glancing your way
Then suddenly out of nowhere
It caught me unaware
I didnt know where it came from
I couldn't say a word it kinda struck me dumb

It was a feeling
Come bubbling up
Just bubbling up
From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
To discover
That I had tears in my eyes

We walked a path together for a while
I was happy to have you by my side
And every now and then I would see you anew
And get overwhelmed by the sight of you
I never really quite expected
It would sneak up on me, I never suspected
It always left me feeling kinda shy
But I never hid those tears in my eye

I used to the kind of man who proudly never cried
Whatever feelings I might have had I kept them the deep inside
I hardly knew I had an inner life until you handed me the key
But now I feel like I've been introduced to missing parts of me

It ended quite a while ago
That's Ok with me and I hope you know
That every memory that I have of you
Is a happy one and yes it's still true
That sometimes when I recall your face
Or remember some special time and place
A feeling comes from out of nowhere
Feelings bout the life that we once shared

It was a feeling
Come bubbling up
Just bubbling up
From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
To discover
All those tears in my eyes

Bubbling Up

Electronica para saltar a lo loco y divertirse.. super HAPPY

Despacito

A real hb product!

At Least I Know What To Expect This Time

guitar, drums, bass, prod - sw1sh

@sw1shh

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its always the same thing
but my heart remains the same
am I gone
am I too deep in these thoughts
did I go wrong
tell me where I belong

and I
don't have the time
to hold onto what I promised u
its like I
always die
at least I know what to expect this time

well it didn't hurt so bad
the knife u left in my back
left trails of blood

At Least I Know What To Expect This Time

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BPM : 95
Key : Dm

Peace

Tory Lanez Type Beat - "Peace"

Lyrics:
All I aim for is to build from scratch
All we ever need is for this to cease
We are far away, but we are not deaf
Ears are wide open, and the tides will turn

Who will ever look and comprehend
All these men in throne for the clash of gold?
We are far away, but we don't ignore
Eyes are wide open, everyone, take your sides

Oh-oh, oh-oh
We act as we were in control
Oh-oh, oh-oh
They're taking aim to take the toll
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Childish ways to get us sold
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Standing up is not enough

Take your sides
Take your sides

Is there a way to stop the fray?
Other than standing up for some

Oh-oh, oh-oh
We act as we were in control
Oh-oh, oh-oh
They're taking aim to take the toll
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Childish ways to get us sold
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Standing up is not enough

Take your sides



Take Your Sides

Divine Intervention

Buck Ramble is older now—but not finished.
He’s traded horsepower for a rocking chair, the open range for a north-facing porch, and the need to run for the grace to stay. Across the River Stones is the final chapter in a life lived hard and redeemed slowly, where every song feels like a lesson learned the honest way.

He sings about summer storms on tin roofs, unsent letters that became fuel instead of regret, and the kind of dancing only a worn-out body can do with total freedom. He gives fatherly advice to sons both real and imagined. He revisits old legends—like Doc Holliday—not to retell history, but to bless the men who never got the peace he found.

This album is not about dying. It’s about finally living right, even if you came late to the lesson. It’s about choosing joy over bitterness, letting humor outlast pride, and knowing when to put the past down so you can still move your feet when the fiddle kicks in.

There’s no final showdown here—just acceptance, gratitude, and a groove that somehow keeps getting faster at the end. The porch still faces north, the rain still falls, and Buck Ramble is still singing—maybe softer now, but truer than ever.


Every man carries something—
this is the sound of learning what to lay down
and what to dance with anyway.

Pitter-Patter on the Porch Roof

Meecho Bandz - Q.b.g (FREESTYLE)$

Mystic Waves

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.

Bubbling Up

Daniel Weinstein