Man, I love this.  Wonderful music in a great mix.

A song suggesting the relationship is sinking,  But there's still the hope of patching it up.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/HHU67XaGPzw

Down Down Down

Speak to Me

A song about a bongo-loving cook in the town's best greasy spoon who'd rather jam to the beat than make the patrons happy.  I played bass, bongos and pot 'n' pans.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/KLb27yRE6dc

Leon, Rustle Up Some Grub

Just me spouting off about some of my pet peeves. 

I'm a Grumpy Old Man

C- I'm a grumpy old man
That's what I am
A grumpy old man

Have you ever picked up a can of something and looked at the serving size and instead of 2 or 3 servings it says about 2.5 servings.  What the hell don't they know how much they put in there?

Have you ever purchased a box of cereal or potato chips and the package says the contents may have settled? You open the bag or box and it is only half full!  It didn't settle you didn't fill it!

Chorus

Don't you love those jar covers with little tabs that you have to bend up and pull to open the jar. Do you know how they attach that covering? You're in luck because I'm gonna tell you. They use the strongest adhesive they can find! If you are not a professional wrestler then good luck at opening that jar.

Hold it for a second guys I'll be right back. Hey you kids get off of my lawn. Where were we?  Oh ya

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Speaking of jars have you noticed how tight those metal caps over the covers are now? They are obviously using the strongest robots on their production lines to tighten them.

Don't you love those ads that say something like now using real peanut butter. What the hell were they using before?  Plastic peanut butter?

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Have you ever used plastic wrap, aluminum foil, wax paper and tried to use the built in cutter?  Instead of perfectly ripping it off the damn box either bends, breaks or those push in tabs on the end of the box don't hold the roll and it ends up on the floor! Why can't they make the box strong enough to use as directed? 

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A Grumpy Old Man

Sea winds and raindrops in my face
Sound and vision yet reveal you in this place
Can I express so honestly
If you could ever let me be
Wrapped up in your mystery 
And ever in your space

I’ll be walking on water
Every day
In your sweet light
Come what may
In your light ’til the
End of days

So now I have your sunlight on my skin
Penetrates and resonates on everything within
Every flaw that I possess
Will ever flee at your behest
And when your whisper tells me yes
The miracle begins

So let the rain keep falling from the sky
Let the wind blow endlessly, the seas and rivers rise
‘Cause all the storms and floods will be
Nothing more than scenery
As long as I can ever be
Here and by your side

(c)2025 ray cochrane/Dj Lekich


Walking on Water

© 2016-2025 All Rights Reserved Bud Merritt & floyd jane
Janice Merritt: lead vocal
floyd jane: lyric and harmony vocal
Peter Fulham: guitar solos and fills
Bud Merritt: lyric, mix, mastering & photo

It may seem distant but the right track is out there ... somewhere.

The Right Track
too long in this town, too long in shadow
roads lead out, where do they go?
this might be someone's idea of good old days
not mine i'm parting ways

Chorus

i'm leaving
some might think on a wing and a prayer
but there's got to be peace
between here and somewhere
sun on my face, wind at my back
i'm finally... on the right track

day by day, time gets shorter
while my bucket list just runs over
some things age well like a fine old wine
but a spirit chained
will die in time (so...)

Chorus

Bridge

friends say slow down don't go
but what the hell could they know
i got boots older than most of them
and I ain't leaving on a whim

Chorus

The Right Track

Peace, If you are at peace with yourself you will be at peace with the world.

Via my breath and keyboard controller I am playing the French horn and the Swam alto flute.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the balance of the tracks using my sounds sources. 

Peace

A song about people in war zones, while we watch...
Helplessly, or...(?)

A dirty white dress
(C) HWBerkhout, aug. 3, 2025, Key: C

Solo
Verse 1
I walk through a destructed land,
and a city torn apart.
The dead and wounded are everywhere,
no tree still stands in heart.

Chorus
I could only stare, as tears filled my eyes
I see a child in a devastated street
She wears a torn, dirty white dress 
And no shoes at her feet

Solo
Verse 2
No color left to witness,
just ashes, black and grey.
I hear the moans of fallen souls,
their sounds won’t drift away.

Chorus
I could only stare in disbelief
I see a child in a devastated street
She wears a torn, dirty white dress 
And no shoes at her feet

Verse 3
What kind of world I live in?
Where assholes pretend to be what we need
Why do we follow these sick minds?
Is fear-or apathy-in the lead?

Solo +
Look what they've done,
look what they've done
This world is completely mad!

Chorus
I could only stare, as tears filled my eyes
I see a child in a devastated street
She wears a torn, dirty white dress 
And no shoes at her feet

I could only stare in disbelief
I see a child in a devastated street
She wears a torn, dirty white dress 
And no shoes at her feet
And she's weeping, in her torn, dirty white dress...

Dirty white dress

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Trad Arr B. Merritt, J. Merritt & P. Fulham
Black Dust Blues (Public Domain worldwide) was written and performed by Ma Rainey in 1927. She was a remarkable woman and artist and worth your time to read about.
Janice Merritt: vocal and arrangement
Peter Fulham: guitar and arrangement 
Bud Merritt: lyric tweaks, arrangement, mix, mastering and photo

It was last year, when my troubles began
Lawd it’s been a hard year since this hex on me began
It was all cause a woman said I took her man

She sent me a letter, said she′s gonna turn me round
She said I was evil and she's gonna run me into the ground
She′s gonna fix me so I won't chase her man around

The next day I found black dust round my door
I was out that morning, black dust was all round my door
Soon I was feeling so bad, worse than I ever had before

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, had trouble with my feet
In the middle of the night I could hear my own heart beat
It was cold outside but all I was feeling was heat 

Black dust in my window, black dust on my porch mat
I tried to get dressed up but black dust was even in my hat
I didn’t care nothing bout her man, no, I ain’t like that 

I got my own, don’t want her man
I ain’t      like     that

Black Dust Blues

R.W. Davis: Lyrics
DC Ron: Music, arrangement, mix, master, vocals, harmonies, BGVs
Image by Freepik

The Trainwreck That's My Life

Vocals: Synthesizer V (Amaya, Sheena 2, Felicia 2)
Backing Tracks: Band in a Box
Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

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