you can’t see like i do

It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family

All the people in the street you see
Are happy, happy as can be
It’s the Christmas spirit in the air
It’s falling, falling everywhere
Everywhere I go
Dancing in the snow
It’s the thing to do
It’s up to you

It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family

Jingle bells is ringing at my door
It’s Carol and a whole lot more
What a joy to see them standing there
There’s singing, singing everywhere
Everywhere I go
Dancing in the snow
It’s the thing to do
It’s up to you

It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family
All the people in the street you see
Are happy, happy as can be
Jingle bells is ringing at my door
It’s Carol and a whole lot more
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year

Funky With You

It's Christmas Time

Funny Looking Flowers

Final Outbreak (2024 Master)

Final Outbreak

Remixed and remastered 6 January 2025
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I wrote the following song about the  1969 draft lottery.  The number that were selected ranged form 1 to 366 and were associated with your birthday.  If you were male and the right age you had a number picked.  a low number meant your chances of being drafted were very high.  
I got the number 366.  The best you could get.

Here are the lyrics:

Verse1:
Why were they making us play that game
There were no winners you could only lose
They signed us up on the day we were born
It wasn't something you got to choose
Nobody I knew ever wanted to play
But we could only wait for that call
All of us were living out on the edge
Waiting for a hammer to fall

Verse 2:
Didn't seem to be a way out of the game
Though I kept trying year after year
No matter what I did everything kept looking
A whole lot worse than I even feared
The rules kept changing and you never knew
How they'd choose who'd they get to own
Those were the ones that they could put in the grinder
While the rest of us, they just might leave alone

Chorus 1:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The final number. The best it could be
I won my life, in a lottery
366
366
366
366

Verse 3:
I didn't want to watch 'em playing with numbers
Didn't like what they were doing it for
But after a while someone whispered to me
They'd given me the very highest score
I should have been happy about 366
But I kept wondering what I could say
To whoever it was who had to play in my place
What kind of price did they have to pay

Chorus 2:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The very final number. best I could get
I'm just not ready to get over it yet
366
366
366
366

#OUTRO
It really happened I swear it really happened
It's hard to believe that it happened back then
If we're not careful, if we don't pay attention
Then they're going to find a way to play it again
366
366
366
366

Three Sixty-Six

this song was origanally written and to some extend recorded in 2016. in may of 2024 I gave it a complete makeover and added Bc Rich guitar layers to those previously recorded with a Fender Strat.

   Recorded with a MarshallMG100HDFX head and an ur22 by Steinberg.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/dreams-from-elmstreet-11

all of those times , 
I swallowed my pride
it didn´t help at all

started like a dream
ended like a nightmare

you threw 
you threw
our love away

wanted to meet somebody else
you put salt in my wounds
and scratched my face

little by little 
once again:

started like a dream
ended like a nightmare

you threw 
you threw 
our love away

Dreams like I met you on Elmstreet 11

can I ever forgive you what you did?
no, I´ll never
you kind of messed up my life
and left me in deprive

you threw
you threw 
our love away

Dremas like I met you on Elmstreet 11

Dreams from Elmstreet 11

Dreams from Elm Street 11 ( mixed 2025 )

Nocturnal Seduction

TAMATAMGEN

ASIDERAL SPACE

The snow is falling, the air is still
The humans hum with a festive thrill
A twinkling tree awaits my cunning grin
Those dangling baubles-I’m diving in!

I’m the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it’s all fair play
Your pretty tree won’t last the day!

Gift-wrap rustles beneath my paws
A swat at a bow-no Santa Claus!
Lights to chew and boxes to claim
I’m the secret star of this holiday game

But when they scold, I tilt my head
A tiny meow, and all is said
Who can blame this festive spree?
I’m just making merry ‘neath the tree!

I’m the ornament hunter, swift and sly
Climbing branches, catching treasures up high
Tinsel tails, ribbon trails-it’s all fair play
Your pretty tree won’t last the day!

The Ornament Hunter

It's a song about fear of unknown and trying to fight it in everyday life. If You like cover grafic or sound of this song DM me.

Fight Or Flight

Verse 1
They say he rode in from the east,
With a .44 and a heart full of heat.
Boots kicked dust on the courthouse stone,
Never said much, just stood alone.
Folks whispered stories ‘bout where he’d been,
Out in the badlands, running with the wind.

Chorus
He’s a man named Copper John,
Sun goes down and he’s long gone.
Rust in his eyes, fire in his soul,
Living by a code only outlaws know.
Yeah, a man named Copper John,
Can’t be ,gone can’t be wrong,
When the thunder rolls, you’ll know he’s near,
The man named Copper John is here.

Verse 2
They say he once loved a raven-haired girl,
But the law took her far from his world.
Now he rides with the ghosts in the moonlight haze,
Chasing down justice in his own damn ways.
Silver star tried to bring him in,
But John just smiled that crooked grin.

Chorus
He’s a man named Copper John,
Sun goes down and he’s long gone.
Rust in his eyes, fire in his soul,
Living by a code only outlaws know.
Yeah, a man named Copper John,
Can’t be  ,gone   can’t be wrong,
When the thunder rolls, you’ll know he’s near,
The man named Copper John is here.

Bridge
Some say he’s a sinner, some call him a saint,
All I know is he don’t wear no paint.
Truth rides beside him, lies fall away,
When Copper John comes to town, you best pray.

Final Chorus
He’s a man named Copper John,
Sun goes down and he’s long gone.
Rust in his eyes, fire in his soul,
Living by a code only outlaws know.
Yeah, a man named Copper John,
Can’t be  gone  can’t be wrong,
If you hear the wind call your name at dawn,
You’ve met the man… Copper John.

man named Copper John,

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.

Three Sixty-Six

Daniel Weinstein