My name is DJ Drowsy Drawers
You shall sleep forever more
Your eyes are getting droopy
You are feeling quite poopy

And all you want to do now
Is sit under the covers
Wiping your eyebrows

Because you're getting very sleepy
By DJ Drowsy Drawers
My beats will make you drowsy
And my hits will make you snore
You're getting very sleepy
By DJ Drowsy Drawers
My beats will make you drowsy
And my hits will make you snore

You are feeling quite poopy... poopy...

Because you’re getting very sleepy
By DJ Drowsy Drawers
My beats will make you drowsy
And my hits will make you snore

All you can do now is lie under the covers
Waiting for your beddie byes
And now you’re closing your eyes
Remember now, you shall have a nightmare
All that will be left is a little bit of despair

Because you’re getting very sleepy
By DJ Drowsy Drawers
My beats will make you drowsy
And my hits will make you snore
You’re getting very sleepy
By DJ Drowsy Drawers
My beats will make you drowsy
And my hits will make you snore

You're Gettin Very Sleepy (feat. DJ Drowsy Drawers)

Have you ever imagined how medieval knights could scratch themselves? With all the bugs around, chances were high that some of them would climb into your armor and bite. But how could they relieve yourself with that blasted armor between you and the itching spot?
Well, this piano track gets as close to the musical equivalent of this feeling as possible. 😁

Compositionwise: (for scores pls see https://youtu.be/2Xs3WsgG6UI) 
The left hand follows alternatingly a leaping base line (as e.g., in the beginning), and a chromatic blues-like pattern. The character of the piece is mostly shaped by the alternating use of staccatos, portatoes and legatoes in the right hand and characterized also by some scattered syncopes

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Sir Egmonds Itch (Piano Miniature)

Mix/Master: Woods Studio

Additional vocals: Fog City Fogey

LYRIC
In the dreams I dream about you 
We’ve always time to spare 
And it seems like you’re about to
Tell me that you care

It’s the loneliest of feelings
To wake in the cold dawn
And the dream is gone
The dream is gone

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
When the morning arrives
With its first sunbeam
I go where the day takes me
But at night I can dream

In the dreams I dream there’s times when
Rain falls down in sheets
I can’t find a door to step in
As I walk the empty streets

Then you’re there to offer shelter
As you hold a raincoat wide
And I fold inside 
I fold inside 
Your raincoat wide

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
I lay down my head
And my heart pumps away
My body needs rest 
But my brain wants to play
It’s the world of the past
Sent out in a stream
I may be an old man 
But I can still dream
I can still dream
The dreams I dream

The Dreams I Dream

Original music  by : FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin

Yes It Is ...

He dreamed of writing the great American novel
But when he tried to write his wheels just spun and spun
So he started doing book reviews to pay the bills
He became the literary equivalent of Atilla the Hun
Brutally criticizing, trying to find things to hate
He became a critic because his work was second rate
It takes years of work to write hundreds of pages
Each author thinks they’ve written a book for the ages
He skims though each manuscript in less than ten minutes
Reviews don’t pay that much so he has to set time limits
He pushed himself to the limit, day after day
100 pages per hour going down motorway
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
they hide between the lines
they crowd, they crowd, they become too vague
darken him, irritate him, push him - out of the margin,
The words all swirl together and he mutters to himself
He sits at his desk for hours. It’s not good for his health
He says if you don’t like my reviews, you can tell me to go to hell
To hell, to hell, you can tell me to go to hell
Sometimes if a good book made him jealous and it got under his skin
He’d write a bad review, try to send it to the discount bin
And every day his reviews grew more and more over the top
Like a shark in bloody water, he was unable to stop
And then one day he was overrun by a train of syllables going counterclockwise
And question marks appeared as the words blurred before his eyes
The words on the page now felt empty
He’d expended all his rage
The meaning of words was inverted
He was trapped in a hopeless cage
He viciously pointed out the flaws
Of all his contemporary peers
He burned his bridges and when he fell
his victims erupted in cheers
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
He said if you don’t like my reviews, 
you can tell me to go to hell
Now he works as a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman and that’s not going well
To hell, to hell, he told them to go to hell
He saw the trainwreck coming but he ignored the warning bell

The Ballad Of The (former) Literary Critic [lyrical collaboration with Michele Ansani]

ATTENTION Disclaimer:  The music track that I’m playing lead & improvising over is not mine and I do not own it. The track is created by Rock On Jam Tracks and all credit goes to him for the music track creation which I have listed below. Check out Rock On Jam Tracks on YouTube and Bandcamp. The links below are to the original material by the artist.  

Obtained from: Rock On Jam Tracks
YouTube site: https://www.youtube.com/@rockonjamtracks
Backing Track Title: Blistering Heavy Hard Rock Backing Track For Guitar In E Minor
YouTube Track channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQRKu89Qsjo
Bandcamp website: https://rockonjamtracks.bandcamp.com/track/blistering-heavy-hard-rock-guitar-backing-track-in-e-minor

Date: 9/1/24
Song Title: 
The lead, improvising over the track was done with the following;
Picture with Track: Is what the Guitar looks like.
Guitar Used: 92 Jackson DK1 PRO with EMG HH configuration
Color: Black Jackson 
Strings: Ernie Ball Super Slinky 9-42 and Hybrid 9-46
DAW: Reaper
AmpSim: Tim Henson Neural DSP 
Preset: Smooth 80s Lead
Interface: Focusrite 2i2 2nd Gen

Raw: What does RAW mean to me, not having undergone processes of preparing, finishing, refining, or mastering: It is what was recorded at that time in its current state.
Comments: Please follow if you like, comment if you like and I’m opened to feedback to improve my playing, recording, mixing etc.  Thanks for listening \m/.

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Walking The Road To Salvation

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Embrace

Electric

The Bridge is the final installment in an instrumental trilogy I've entitled Wilderness Wanderings. Life can certainly take mysterious turns and take us to very dark places, and God knows I have been down those roads! However, after the darkness comes light, and after the despair, hope! This is a musical expression of that hope and redemption... the bridge to life, which firmly stands, between the far spent night, and the promised land! (Note: I previously released this piece as a standalone, but wanted to include it in this collection. The piano has been revamped and remixed from the previous version)

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 1)- The Void https://on.soundcloud.com/bdkLbag8oqhxn3hT8

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 2)- The Mist https://on.soundcloud.com/c1WnpumUc4dqz2H96

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 3)- The Bridge (Remixed Version)

What's In The Coffee

Dark Terrain.

Half-British, half-Japanese, South London-based singer-songwriter and producer. Indie pop, rock and blues. Thank you for listening!

You're Gettin Very Sleepy (feat. DJ Drowsy Drawers)

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