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
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
Didnt know where it came from
I couldn’t say a word it kinda struck me dumb

It was a feeling
Came 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’d 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 the tear 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 a key
Now it feels like I've been introduced to missing parts of me


It ended quite a while ago
I’m Ok with that 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
Came bubbling up
Still bubbling up
 From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
When I discover
That I have tears in my eyes

Bubbling Up

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Mix: Will Montgomery

Demos 2022

Somebody Cares

Special thanks to Adrianbluh (https://soundcloud.com/adrianbluh) for giving me the opportunity to work on this wonderful project!

Single (C)2024
Music - Adrianbluh and Sreyashi Mukherjee
Vocals - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Mixing - Adrianbluh

Ambient Signs (Om Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah) - with Adrianbluh

The Lights Go On, The Music Dies

You Were Meant For Me

Le ressac, la vie qui va et qui vient avec ses souvenirs, comme un tableau ou se mèlent les visages du passé et la quête de liberté, semblable à celle des chevaux au galop sur des plages lointaines..
paroles:
La route noire comme un réglisse,
Les contours d'une cicatrice.
Les paysages qui défilent,
La vie qui ne tient qu'à un fil, un fil...
J'ai eu moi aussi dix sept ans,
J'ai aimé, maudit, et pourtant.
J'avais plus d'un tour dans mon sac,
Quand se dessinait le ressac.
Entre hier et naguère,
La mémoire et la mer,
Le ressac.
Entre soleil et pluie,
Enfer et paradis,
Le ressac.
L'amour à fleur de peau,
Et le mors aux chevaux,
Le ressac.
l 'amour à fleur de peau,
La peur plus qu'il ne faut,
Le ressac...  
Si pierre qui roule n'amasse mousse,
Sens tu au loin, la mer qui pousse.
Dans son écume les jours d'hier,
Vers nos visages bien trop fiers, trop fiers..
Les marées qui au loin dessinent,
les feuilles aux arbres sans racines.
Comme une plante au coeur ôpaque,
Sens tu revenir le ressac..
Entre hier et naguère,
La mémoire et la mer,
Le ressac.
Entre soleil et pluie,
Enfer et paradis,
Le ressac.
L'amour à fleur de peau,
Et le mors aux chevaux,
Le ressac.
l 'amour à fleur de peau,
La peur plus qu'il ne faut,
Le ressac...
le ressac, l 'amour plus qu'il ne faut.

The surf, the life that comes and goes with its memories, like a painting where the faces of the past and the quest for freedom mingle, similar to that of horses galloping on distant beaches..

words:
The road black as licorice,
The outlines of a scar.
The landscapes that pass by,
The life that hangs by a thread, a thread...
I too was seventeen years old,
I loved, cursed, and yet.
I had more than one trick up my sleeve,
When the surf was taking shape.
Between yesterday and then,
Memory and the sea,
The surf.
Between sun and rain,
Hell and paradise,
The surf.
Love on edge,
And the horse bit,
The surf.
love on edge,
Fear more than necessary,
The surf...
If a rolling stone gathers moss,
Do you feel the sea growing in the distance?
In its foam of yesterday's days,
Towards our faces too proud, too proud..
The tides that draw in the distance,
leaves to rootless trees.
Like a plant with an opaque heart,
Do you feel the surf coming back?
Between yesterday and then,
Memory and the sea,
The surf.
Between sun and rain,
Hell and paradise,
The surf.
Love on edge,
And the horse bit,
The surf.
love on edge,
Fear more than necessary,
The surf...
the undertow, the love more than necessary.

Le ressac

Fuck Your Feelings

Lyrics :

(Verse:)
We saw what you did
We know what you are
Now follow us so we can fix it
Before it goes too far
(x2)

(Chorus:)
Why would you fucking do that ? 
We told you not to fucking do that 
You saw what happens when you fucking do that
So don't you ever fucking do it again

-Verse-
(x2)
(Bridge:)
You don't get to talk to us like that
(x8)
-Chorus-

Uniform (Control)

Alchemy

Recorded on Sunday, May 19, 2024 
Ron Snyder - 1st Lead Guitar / Rhythm Guitar (left side) 
Joe DeBrizzio - 2nd Lead Guitar / Rhythm Guitar (right side)

Snyder & DeBrizzio - THE BLUES MONGERS (LIVE Instrumental)

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all acoustic, distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo
LPM created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

The Spirit Of Ivy Hall

Inspired by the work of UK based, Irish pianist Rebecca Shortall, "Stolen Moments & Sideways Glances" is an orchestrated version her track "I'm An Easy Cry So No Wonder I Did" which you can listen to here: https://soundcloud.com/rebeccascoolusername/im-an-easy-cry-so-no-wonder-i

Stolen Moments & Sideways Glances by Jeremias Langsämmer

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