I was looking for a very ethereal track about love.

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Do You Believe in We?

This is a track about volcanoes.

[INTRO]
Can you feel that heat?
Can you feel that heat?
Mister D.J.

[CHORUS]
The temperatures riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!!!
Heat keeps bringing me...
to the point where I'm a diamond in the rough.
Tempt me please.
Where I'm a diamond in the rough.
Tempt me please.
Where I'm a Diamond in the Rough.
Turn dials on.
Hit the spotlight so my eyes will sparkle.
DJ give me amplitude.
I need it to get in the mood.
Tempt me please.

[drop]
[interlude]

[bridge]
Volcanic in vibes.
D.J. keep me in your view.
Please don't touch the club EQ.
We're diggin' the mines.
Let me dance for one track more.
I see diamonds on your floor.
Ahhh.

[CHORUS]
Heat keeps bringing me...
to the point where I'm a diamond in the rough.
Tempt me please.
Where I'm a diamond in the rough.
Tempt me please.
Where I'm a Diamond in the Rough.
Turn dials on.
Hit the spotlight so my eyes will sparkle.
Pressure built by amplitude.
Lava gets me in the mood.
Tempt me please.

Diamond in the Rough

I am insanely proud of the lyrics I wrote, but the recording is devastatingly poor in quality. My hope is that you'll get the general vibe and story. It's about a girl with a crappy home life and the best friend to whom she'd never admit it.

Trains, Boats, and Just Plain Feet

Candy Q

Since we seem to have forgotten our history, here's a song about how easily soothing an ego can become an abrupt ending.

Prince of Funk

Go Down to the River

On Thursday, July 4, 2024, the island nation of Jamaica was devastated by the massive category-5 Hurricane Beryl. Please consider donating to their recovery and please tell your friends about their plight on social media.

It's another surf song...

[VERSE 1]
Dem a song about de sun, hey-a, sun.
Dem a dance upon de sand, hey-a, sand.
Island vibes rule de waves, hey-a, waves.
And the reggae beat blend, hey-a, blend.
Listen ones and twos.
The rhythm calling you.
The rhythm calling you—say!

[CHORUS]
I'm the sonny of the Zion and the sun.
Come comb my beach for days.
Signed a waiver now I wave at the waves.
Wah gwaan and I says.

In the sound of a harmony tide on a swell I confess I must ride.

Are yah good?
Clear the brain.
Ride my vibes.

[HORN SOLO]

[VERSE 2]
Dem a song about de sun, hey-a, sun.
Dem a dance upon de sand, hey-a, sand.
Island vibes that rule de waves, hey-a, waves.
Jamrock blend provide the sea, hey-a, sea.
Listen ones and twos.
But hear the rhythm calling you.
The rhythm calling you. Say.
Calling you—say!

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
I'm the seller of the swale and the sail.
Tan here between the tide.
Find me hugging someone sadness away.
Bredren all who can.

Beg the moon, bring a harmony tide for a love I confess I can't hide.

Are yah good?
Clear the brain.
Ride my vibes.

Around the World

Dirty Devotee

Ride My Vibes

This is the perfect track to have in your MP3 player when you're mowing your lawn.

[chorus]
Mow Day!
Gotta eat the grass up.
Mow Day!
Gotta wake my ass up.
Mow Day!
Gotta change the oil.
Mow Day!
Gotta walk and boil.
Yeowwwwwww!

[guitar solo]

[verse]
Father! Commanded me to get out of that bed.
Gather! Coffee first then shovel breakfast in your head.
Open the garage.
Just ignore the heat barrage.
Go kick off the dust.
Slake your mulching lust.
Yeowwwwwww!

[guitar solo]

[verse]
Shredding! Blades of grass will bow before this man.
Dreading! As the mower dares to take its stand.
Join me and swelter.
Just ignore the tempting shelter.
Kill me if you must.
Crosshatched or it's bust.

[bridge]
Blades...slice...through...the green.
Or...der...from...the obscene.

[verse]
Sweating! Fuck the sun and all its blinding heat.
Swearing! Shaded by my soul I won't be beat.
Bend the knee to none.
I'll take it down to one.
Grass so short it's almost sand.
Even lines scream "I'm the maaaaaaaaaaaan!"
Yeow!

[guitar solo]

[chorus]
Mow Day!
Gotta eat the grass up.
Mow Day!
Gotta wake my ass up.
Mow Day!
Gotta change the oil.
Mow Day!
Gotta walk and boil.

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Mow Day

I was listening to Fox News trash Los Angeles and I decided to write a song in response. As with all of my songs, the lyrics are entirely my own. If you'd like to perform or re-record my song, let me know. In the meantime, the file is free to download and play wherever so knock yourself out.

[VERSE]
Start up the flashing lights.
(I need a night cap.)
Skyline looks fancy bright.
(Get out our street map.)
While driving--I see my woes slide by.
Inside of--a blanket made of sky!

[CHORUS]
We are all L--A.
Brea to 'dondo
We are all L--A.
110 from Padro
We are all L--A.
Van Nuys to Chino
We are all L--A.
Show up for 323 tonight!

[VERSE]
See more than just the sights.
(Burgers and ice frappes)
Tall gals and men are knights.
(Ignore the news crap.)
Start driving--you won't believe your eyes.
Reach out and--find love it's no surprise!

[CHORUS]
We are all L--A.
Brea to 'dondo
We are all L--A.
110 from Padro
We are all L--A.
Van Nuys to Chino
We are all L--A.
Show up for 323 toniiiiiight!

[CHORUS]
We are all L--A.
Even Chicago!
We are all L--A.
Bronx, Boston, Bayonne
We are all L--A.
Dallas to Juneau
We are all L--A.
Show love for 213
Show love for 323
Show love
Show love
Show love
Show love
Show love for all you see tonight!

We Are All L.A.

It's a song about happiness and life by the sea being something of a religious experience. All of the lyrics in this song were written by me. Contact me if you'd like to do your own version.

Boonoonoonoos and My Island

This is a fun little big band song I wrote that has that 1960s Rat Pack vibe. For those of you who don't know, "Naked City" is a very small but memorable section of Las Vegas. In the 1960s, the showgirls would tan outside topless within view of the Sahara and the Riviera. Sadly, puritans destroyed the amazing world we once had, but I'm doing everything I can to remind people of what we once had.

As with all of my songs, these lyrics are my own. The song itself is AI generated.

[Verse 1]
Somewhere...
Out there in Naked City
Beware...
The girl who's more than pretty.
Showgirl...
She loads her cannons witty.
Stop!
That girl is mine!

[Verse 2]
Down there...
Below the strip in Vegas.
Long hair...
Between the old bodegas.
Party...
until the cops done make us.
Stop!
That girl is mine!

[Bridge]
Park your car beside the old Sahara.
Past the shadow of the Riviera.
Cops are there don't let you be roamin'.
If you stare they'll chase you up to Wyomin'.

[Verse 3]
Sun glare...
Her toplessness courageous.
Astaire...
and Ginger they mistake us.
Cell mates...
The sheriff loves to plague us.
Stop!
That girl is mine!

[Verse 4]
We pair...
Up like rosé and baked brie.
Leave her...
You'll have to come and make me!
Soul mates...
She's got my only safe key.

Stop--that--girl--is--mine!

Stop! That Girl is Mine

I hate having to figure out in which SoundCloud category my works belongs. It's just "my song". Hope you enjoy.

She's Got That Jazz

At first, it seems to be a song about a man who loves his woman more than his car. Then later on it dawns on you that it's a song about a woman who loves her man. As always, I wrote all of my own lyrics. If you're interested in performing or re-recording this track, reach out to me here or on Bluesky.

Austin

This was a really tough one that's been over one year in the making. This is the very first song that I wrote and then submitted to AI to be turned into something. And I loved it--except AI only gave me that first verse and the chorus. Then, it all went to hell. Thirteen months and hundreds of hours later, I cobbled together this mess. The lyrics are exactly how I wanted them, but unfortunately you can hear how AI struggles in the final version.

I do hope you like it though. If you'd like to perform Magnetic Love, contact me and I'll cut you a deal.

[Verse]
I knew myself when I showed up here.
Saw the road I was on was really clear.
Never ever thought I'd be that type of guy.
Walked this world alone in brand new boots.
Meetin' guys and girls in business suits.
At karaoke singin' Rocky Mountain High.
(Colorado)

[Bridge]
I have to tell you 'bout a problem,
Just throwin' me around like a slalom
under stars that give a way to the sunrise.
Just when I met you at the diner,
Eggs over easy and Shania
Started somewhere right around your pretty eyes!!!

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[Chorus]
I gotta get back to the city,
meet my people at the Fifty,
Get a seat aboard a southern plane,
Hop a boat to somewhere pretty,
see a man about a ditty,
just walk around in summer rain
grab a cab would be divine,
sneak a bus to Fifth and Vine,
maybe fix a truck that I maintain,
an appointment on the ninth,
gotta buy that fancy wine,
I've got tickets on a midnight train, 
but I'll pro'ly just stick around.
Gotta buy that fancy wine.
I've got tickets on a midnight train...
But I'll pro'ly just stick around.

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[Verse]
I knew my life when I showed up here.
Thought no word ever spoke could interfere.
Never thought that I would leave my favorite lane.
This hat, my coat, a backpack too.
I packed real light and bought new shoes.
Umbrella if I ever find November Rain.
(don't refrain)
Dad said, "Boy you never settle,
Keep your foot down on that pedal".
And I answered every bet with, "Let it ride".
Right where Life Street meets with Someday,
that's where you brought me a sundae,
plus a cherry and some digits on the side!!!

[Chorus]

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[Verse]
I knew the world when I showed up here.
Heard my voice message box was never clear.
Motto: "Leavin's real important. Never same."
Grabbed "On the Road" and pulled up roots,
then I saw this joint and found this booth.
Who knew you'd take a horse without a name?
(la la-la)
One hundred types of barbecue
sounded wonderful, 'til I met you.
Now my Frequent Flier miles make me yawn.
And if you've got nothing better.
As romance goes, I'm quite the debtor.
But because of you now I can see the dawn!!!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You can tell it's me by the fancy wine!
Yeah the fancy wine!
You can tell it's me by the fancy wine!

Magnetic Love

Sorry the ending got all munched. Sometimes these things happen with AI generated music. Still, this is the anthem for the festivities on April 20, 2025. Song of the spring right here.

[VERSE 1]
In nineteen hundred and seventy two.
High school students who were just like you.
Till four twenty.
Yeaaaah!
Four Twenty.
Gathered in the park. Just behind the school.
Not about coughing and it wasn't 'bout cool.
Just four twenty.
Yea-aa-ah!
Four twenty.

If you want to get high.
Well then the time is nigh.
It's four twenty.

[VERSE 2]
Rumor had it that a man from the guard.
Got himself fired and he lost his yard.
Of four twenty.
Yeaaaah!
Four twenty.
Somewhere out there is the mystery crop.
Holding map and compass till they had to stop.
By four twenty.
Yea-aa-ah!
Four twenty.

If you want to get high.
Well then the time is nigh.
It's four twenty.

[BRIDGE]
If you're looking for Waldos,
they ain't looking for you.
Just some secret campers, 
they're out smokin' the doob.
Squares in patrol cars, 
they don't wanna be found.
Because every now and then,
the happy grows by the pound.
Waaaaah!

[SPOKEN]
Play that organ!

[GUITAR SOLO]

[SPOKEN]
Wait. That's not an organ.
That's an electric guitar.
Bro, how stoned are you right now?

[VERSE 3]
Some played football and the others played chess.
All brought together by the can-na-bis.
At four twenty.
Yeaaaah!
Four Twenty.
Neighbors started talkin' 'bout the San Rafael.
Priests were screaming they were going to hell.
For four twenty.
Yea-aa-ah!
Four twenty.

If you want to get high.
Well then the time is nigh.
It's four twenty.

[SPOKEN]
Play that electric guitar!

[ORGAN SOLO]

[SPOKEN]
You have got to be kidding me.
That is a rhodes organ.
Stop hogging the brownies, man.

[CHORUS]
If you want to get high.
Well then the time is nigh.
It's four twenty.

[OUTRO][SPOKEN]
What classes am I taking?
Eh, well there's history.
Yeah, and algea brah.
He, he, he.
I'm takin' a second language.
Jamaican.
Home 'ec.
I make a mean brownie.
Is surfing a class?
Thirty's when the buses get here bro.
Shout out to the Grateful Dead.

4:20

If I don't post at least one surfing tune per month I get super bummed. So here it is.

[VERSE 1]
My girl Topanga said
"It's double-overhead.
Get your ass inside that ride."
To-go coffees too.
Fins on boards on roof.
Peelin out at half-past five.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, yeah, we're goin' surfin'
(surf-surfin' surfin' wow)
We're goin' surfin'
(surf-surfin' surfin' wow)
If you need us now
We'll be at Diamond, O'ahu
Goin' surfin'.
Surfin' with you.

[GUITAR SOLO]

[VERSE 2]
My girl Topanga said
"It's time to wax then shred."
Couldn't stop her if I tried.
No horizon view.
Leash on. Feet are goof.
What a time to be alive.

[CHORUS]
Yeah, yeah, we're goin' surfin'
(surf-surfin' surfin' wow)
We're goin' surfin'
(surf-surfin' surfin' wow)
If you need us now
Come beat the Crowd O'ahu.
Goin' surfin'.
Surfin' with you.

Topanga's Theme

I enjoy doing experimental fusion songs every now and then. This is the fifth track on my album, "Prince of Funk". I was going for a mix between jazz and hip-hop. As always, lyrics are entirely my own. Download for free and enjoy, but I reserve all other usage and re-recording rights. Contact me if you'd like to perform this song.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Workin' on the boulevard.
Flunked out of Juilliard.
In and out all day.
One by one, my Saturdays.
But I'm makin' tracks on my terms.

[VERSE A]
Mix tape passed under the table.
Power on, but cut my cable.
Teacher asked for Brahms my second day.
Shocked when I turned 'round to say.

Make it a rap.
Make it a rap.
Make it a rap.

[VERSE B]
High potential, teacher says.
Influential, lyrics whiz.
Cross-down track with eighties trends.
Smooth L-P made just for friends.

Make it a rap.
Make it a rap.
Make it a rap.

Make It a Rap

;)


[VERSE]
Woke up long after a bender.
Two days sleepin' on the floor.
Lookin' for my sweetie.
Everywhere in every door.
She is nowhere to be found.
Not the cafe, nor the pound.
There's...
only one thing to conclude...

[CHORUS]
My girlfriend...
...was abducted...
...by aliens!!!
(By aliens!!!)

Took her up into their ship.
Checked her ribs and then her hips.
And forgot to bring her here right back to me.

Hear me!
Beings...
...from Syclon Five.
Bring her back to me alive.

[VERSE]
Called her mom and called her pops.
They don't know what I am on.
Then her bestie whose the tops.
Not concerned that she is gone.
She is clearly kidnapped and not really having fun.
There's...

(Why ignore me?)
Why do none of you mind?

Grab my footwear.
Holy matter lawfare.
Missing call the cops.
They assure me I am wrong.

She nowhere inside the town.
Me with quite a frown.
There's...
(only one thing)
only one thing to conclude...

[CHORUS]
My girlfriend...
...was abducted...
...by aliens!!!
(By aliens!!!)

Somewhere up among the stars showing off her pretty scars.
And it's definitely not because of me.

Hear me!
Beings...
...from Syclon Five.
Bring her back to me alive.

[BRIDGE]
I know you're thinking that he's such a mess.
Lost a human and a Sunday.
Stack of beer cans, how cliche.
Never miss a chance to spy her rack.

She just gets me inside.
(more or less)
Yes she's angry 'bout the sofa.
How I never clean my loafers.
So we'll fix that once they see inside her cracks.

[BREAK]

[CHORUS]
My girlfriend...
...was abducted...
...by aliens!!!
(By aliens!!!)

If you have her in your saucer, you don't ever want to cross her.
Just return her so she'll hang around with me.

Hear me!!!
Beings...
...from Syclon Five.
Bring my girlfriend back alive!
Back alive.

[OUTRO]
Don't forget all her stuff too.

My Girlfriend Was Abducted By Aliens

As always, all of my lyrics are mine.

[VERSE 1]
Neighbors came to see me.
Seems a girl had a surprise.
No one saw it coming.
And her team had won a prize.

And that was you.
You...
should...
know...
you made me proud.

[VERSE 2]
News just finally reached us.
'bout a girl from way back home.
And her new piece of paper.
That she found inside the tomes.

And that was you.
You...
should...
know...
you made me proud.

[BRIDGE]
When I stand before Him
and he asks what I done right.
I'll point down below me
at a girl who's out of sight.

[BREAK - Acoustic Guitar]

[VERSE 3]
I just found a photo
of a girl that I once knew.
Arms raised high in Giza,
an old dream begun anew.

And that was you.
You...
should...
know...
you made me proud.

[VERSE 4]
Friends told me a story
of a girl, knew right from wrong.
Walked away from riches,
held a sign cause she was strong.

And that was you.
You...
should...
know...
you made me proud.

[OUTRO]
If you ever wonder.
If there's more that you could do.
As far as I'm concerned.
I need you to just be you.
You make me proud.

Proud

I've decided that I want a metalcore album so this is going to be the first song in that collection. The idea here is that I want to introduce the idea that I have a female ballad singer mixed with the "angry male scream" for the first half of the song and then the metal instrumentals on the back half so listeners know what to expect for the rest of the album.

As always, my lyrics are my own. If you'd like to perform one of my songs, let me know. Free download for personal use. I retain all sync rights.

[INTRO]
Survive my life!
Survive my life!

[VERSE 1]
What's not inside the rule book
is all the fits and lots of
manacles and everything is plots as
Give it all that you got
No fair to turn the spot light!
Shine!

[CHORUS]
Just give...
(A break!!!)
Just give me...
All I lack.
Just give me a...
(Dodge from death)
Last step before the boulevard!
Collect your thoughts!
It's not that hard!
(Instant... guard... is all that I have left)
Before there's a scream!!!!
Before there's a scream!!!!
Inside my head!
I swore, I... heard a... scream!!!
(OUT!!!)
Full on...
(Hacking!!! Back!)
King. King. King.
(Back! You take it all back!)

[VERSE 2]
What's not inside their cruel look
is all the pits and lots of
manacles
Heavy chains 
and everything is plots-as
They ask for all that you have.
Then watch your insides...
ROT!!!

[BRIDGE]
No hope for facts.
No change of scene.
No hand to ante.
Last stop...
...before the boulevard.
Collect your thoughts.
It's not that...
HARD!!!

[BREAK]
Before there's a scream!

[OUTRO]
Last one to the rocking horse.
Lives below their eyes.
Keep asking questions while they try to stop my rise.

Just Give Me a Break

Having grown up in the 1980s, I will occasionally reach back to write the songs we should have had as kids.

[Verse 1]
She calls her favorite cab.
He pulls out one last crate.
Gathers up her clan.
Sliders to their fate.

Cab pulls up outside.
Switch turns on the board.
Lipstick in the mirror.
Picking out a chord.

She: makin' the scene.
He: grabs a free drink.
Flashes her ID.
Beats begin to sink.

She walks through the door.
First one of the day.
"DJ spin the wheel" is all she had to say.

[Chorus]
I, I, just have to dance.
You, you, you must break the trance.
I beg you DJ set me free.
(Free!)
Eye, eye, just have to dance.
You, you, you must take a chance.
I beg you DJ set me free.
Spin that tune for me.

[Post-chorus]
The lights shine, a release.
The right wine, a chablis.
The crowd swells, my cultists.
The proud face, my blown-kiss.

[Verse 2]
She's outside of the club.
He's playing one more track.
Knows it's just for her.
Wants her to come back.

Cab pulls up outside.
Switch turns off the board.
Panties in the purse.
'scaping past the hoard.

She: makin' a scene.
He: whip up a drink.
She pretends she's mean.
He gives her a wink.

She offers a deal.
Wrapping up the day.
DJ spin my wheel.
Is all she had to say.

[Chorus]
I, I, just have to dance.
You, you, you must break the trance.
I beg you DJ set me free.
(Free!)
I, I, just have to dance.
You, you, you must take a chance.
I beg you DJ set me free.
Hum that tune for me.

[Solo]
Let me see those jeans.
Jeans.
Mean.
Help me with these jeans.
Jeans!
Free!
Cover me in genes.
Genes.
...
...
...
AYE!!!

[Chorus]
I, I, just have to dance.
You, you, you must break the trance.
I beg you DJ set me free.
(Free!)
I, I, just have to dance.
You, you, you must take a chance.
I beg you DJ set me free.


Couple

This song is about dominatrices.

[VERSE 1]
She makes all the same calls.
She's proven she deserves your obey.
Taken by the setting.
Conditioned by the endless array.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Harbors no ships.
Purses no lips.
Forgives no slips.
She has all cards in the deck.

[CHORUS]
Bend your knee beneath you.
For the baroness.
Cross your chest and pray.
Oh baroness.
You beg her for taboo.
Your mighty baroness.
All her jokers are played.

[BREAK]

[VERSE 2]
She walks all the same halls.
Supine til she calls you away.
Offended by the "sex".
Withholding petty jests 'til you behave.
Just wait and see.

[BRIDGE]
No intrusions.
Sold it to you.
Crushing systems.
Scolded 'til blue.
I have faltered too.
A barren wasteland.
Razed by truth.

[BREAK]

[VERSE 3]
She lays all the Jacks down.
Assuring all the cards are in play.
Tucked in by the certainty.
Conditioned by the endless allay.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Harbors no ships.
Purses no lips.
Forgives no slips.
Heels on the deck.

[CHORUS]
Bend your knee beneath you.
For the baroness.
Cross your chest and worship her taboo.

[OUTRO]
The baronness.
The baronness.

The Baroness

Once a month I try to do a surfing track just to keep my wave-cred in. This will probably appear as a track on a surfing-themed album of mine at some point in the future.

[VERSE]
Behind the sand I find my terror.
Every one there prays I was better.
I'm not as all-nailed-down as you.
I have some work still left to do.

[VERSE]
I'm not so good yet with my body.
I go to gym, my work out shoddy.
But when I'm in an ocean queue,
there's only one thing I can do.

[CHORUS]
They call me gangly.
They call me clumsy.
They call me dotty.
But I shred!!!
I shred!!!
(I dare the reef to show.)
It's all I know how to do.

[BREAK]
Come join the party!

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[VERSE]
They never call me "one hot toddy".
I float for days out with my army.
If you see a yellow hue,
My silhouette will be in view.

[CHORUS]
They call me gangly.
They call me clumsy.
They call me dotty.
But I shred!!!
I fuckin' shred!!!

[OUTRO]
It's all I tally.
Tell all to come see.
Piggy board and high seas.
Come stand on the waves.

I Shred

It's about the things under the bed. Or is it? As always, my lyrics are my own.

[VERSE]
My twisted friend.
When will I mend.
This horror end.
It's all been coming back.
So stand-off-ish.
One final wish.
Eat from the dish.
Until it all fades to black.

[BRIDGE]
I wait for war, none coming.
Tiptoe the floor, how cunning.
Creak like the walls, now running.
Hands bathed in sores, it's stunning.
Horror...
...is all that I see.
I wait way low...
...below your canopy.

[GUITAR SOLO]

[CHORUS]
Sing me to sleep, my nightmare.
Hold me until I drown.
Sing me to sleep, my nightmare.
Show me that pretty frown.
That pretty frown!!!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha!
I'll wait my turn.

[BREAK]

[DRUM BREAK]

[CHORUS]
Sing me to sleep, my nightmare.
Hold me until I drown.
Sing me to sleep, my nightmare.
Show me that pretty frown.
That pretty frown!!!

[INTERLUDE]
I'll wait my turn.

[BREAKDOWN]
Are you still there?
Hold out your hair.
I've got a pillow to make it better.

[OUTRO]
Hm, hm, hm.
Why won't you climb into bed?
Was it just something I said?
Is it this something I wore?
My thoughts on you and gore?

Sleep My Nightmare

This may very well be the first-ever comedy metalcore track. Even if it's not, I'm proud to have contributed to a brand new genre ("Comedycore"???).

[INTRO]
Baby and her mommy.
Out on a Sunday.
Stopping by the zoo yard.
To dream of Someday.
Look at all the fauna.
What do they have to say?
Piggy makes an oinky.
He's silly zoinky.
Penguin makes a splish-splash.
She likes the cold dash.
Baby looks at mommy.
What does the tiger say?

[BREAKDOWN]
The tiger says roar.
The tiger says roar.
The tiger says roar.
The tiger says roar.
Feed me a fucking steak!

[DRUM SOLO]

[ZOOKEEPER]
The keeper screams.
Into the fucking crowd.
Cover your ears.
It's libel to get loud.
That beast is demon.
He has disturbing dreams.
Approach the cage.
Take you apart right at the seams.

[GUITAR SOLO]
Paw!

[AFTER THE ZOOKEEPER BACKS UP TOO FAR]
Tiger says, "Closer.
I'll make the moment quick.
Turn you to pâté.
And make the whole room sick.
Paw.
C4.
That's all that it takes.
No fancy crystal.
Just fucking drippings and shakes.

[OUTRO]
Baby and her mommy are traumatized now.
Head back to the suburbs.
They make a new vow.
No more family zoo time.
That's all they have to say.

Tiger Says "Roar"

I have an album I'm working on that is just funk. However, this is a house-funk fusion. This is another song to celebrate LGBTQ #PrideMonth. As always, all lyrics are my own. See my profile for rights details.

[VERSE]
Girlfriend on the North Side, telephoned me. Heard her voice grouse.
Grabbed up my possessions, sprint the side street. Like a church mouse.
Take her out to dine.
Bottles of fancy wine.
Prom-men-odd til midnight, if I get there. Head to her house.

[BRIDGE]
Sitting on the streetcars.
Tattoos and a couple scars.
Slide past outdoor table bars.
Looking at us...
...like we came from Mars.
Because we're making that...

[CHORUS]
Pop, pop, ding, ding, outta-the-way.
Screech, scratch, flit, flash, have a great day.
I've got love to save up on the North Side (side).
[beat]
Pop, pop, ding, ding, outta-the-way.
Screech, scratch, flit, flash, have a great day.
I've got love to save after my fourth ride (ride).

Gotta date tonight!

[SAXOPHONE SOLO]

[BRIDGE]
Streetcar number forty-four.
Gym guys see we work our core.
Wink past hundred open doors.
Looking at us...
...since we're dressed like... (ROAR!)
Because...

[CHORUS]
Pop, pop, ding, ding, outta-the-way.
Screech, scratch, flit, flash, have a great day.
I've got love to save up on the North Side (side).
(Side!!!)
[beat]
Pop, pop, ding, ding, outta-the-way.
Screech, scratch, flit, flash, have a great day.

[OUTRO]
Let's hope I can spend the night.
Make up once we end the fight.
Tongue lash like we flyin' kites...

I've got love to save after my fourth ride (ride).

Streetcars

This is a fusion of rap and techno. I'm starting to get to the point where I'm bored with just sticking to the one genre so I'm experimenting heavily.

[VERSE]
We don't care about your Insta likes, your smooth, your ice.
We refuse to count your bikes, your shoes, your wives.
If you kick it with UFC Joe.
Sneak off-shore to hide your dough.
We ignore that bullshit, dipshit, leave trap shit on the floor.

[CHORUS]
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?

[TECHNO SOLO]
Wheels of steel. Art.
Ya'll come get it.

[VERSE]
We don't care about your spittin' mikes, your groove, your vice.
We refuse to light your hikes, your fuse, your hives.
If your President or just a ho'.
Buy your clothes at Five Below.
We ignore that bullshit, dipshit, trap shit on the floor.

[CHORUS]
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?
Do you techno?

Do You Techno?

This is the sixth track on my album "Thieves in the Right".

[VERSE]
Call my buddies up, gonna party tonight.
Got a keg chilling, grill is glowing alight.
DJ spins Nirvana.
Burger all day if you wanna.

Twenty-nine people make a hell of a sound.
At my front door both a bell and a pound.
Turn the knob inside my entry.
Found a face that has seen a sentry.

[BRIDGE]
Old man Milton standing at the front door.
Eyebrow high enough to touch the third floor
Arms up high this is what he came for.
Blast you in the face when he screams...

[CHORUS]
It's a quarter past nine!!! (Nine!)
Every cop is on the way and you're gonna get fined.
It's nine! (It's nine!)
They can see your damn party from the Hollywood sign.
Learn to respect your elders.
The lot of you act like skelders.
It's past nine!!! (Nine!)
It's nine!

[GUITAR SOLO]

[VERSE]
Now the obvious move, is to send him back home.
Tussle up his hair, and then hand him a comb.
Momma she taught me better.
Time to complement his sweater.

Twenty-nine people, we got someone for you.
Mandy from Accountin's got a hell of a view.
Loves a guy who tosses horseshoes.
Part of all her daddy issues.

[BRIDGE]
Old man Milton walking through my front door.
Eyebrow high enough to touch the third floor
Arms hugging Mandy, starts talking 'bout the Corps.
Three beers in when he screams...

[CHORUS]
It's a quarter past four!!! (Four!)
Every cop is on the way just to check on the score.
It's four! (It's four!)
How am I still here?
I can't take anymore!
Learn to respect your elders.
Askin' Siri "Hey what's a skelder?".
It's a quarter past four!!! (Four!)
It's four!

[BRIDGE]
Mandy wrote her number as he started his scuffs.
Cutest guy you've ever seen get taken in handcuffs.
Bye! (Byyyyye!)
Bye, bye. Milton, goodbye!

[CHORUS]
It's a quarter past four!!! (Four!)
Two cops were outside and poor Milton got sore.
It's four! (It's four!)
Milton needs bail, he can't take anymore!
Learn to respect your elders.
Did that cop just call him skelder?
It's a quarter past four!!! (Four!)
It's four!
It's four!

Quarter Past Nine

[INTRO]
I gotta sit a bit.

[VERSE]
Drummer sat it down, and tapped the tam. (La dee da)
Singer at the mic, could spread the jam. (La dee da dee)
Bass man plucked it low.
As far as it would go.
And the couples hit the floor without a damn.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Mrs. Eddies stood up high.
Pointed at the crowd and cried.
"That's blasphemy!
How dare you play that beat!"

[CHORUS]
I see panties in the air.
Legs are everywhere.
And the skirts you wear, no longer at the knee.
Did I just see a thigh?
Would your mother start to cry?
There's white cotton just as far as I can see.

[DRUM SOLO]
La da dee da.
I see panties in the air.
La de da.
Laaa da dee da.
As they swing without a care.

[BRIDGE]
Leave the elders to their frown.
Grab miniskirts instead of gowns.
'til Eddies finds a way to shut us down.

[HORN SOLO]

[VERSE]
Sheriff sat it down, and tapped upon the bar. (La dee da)
Tender to his side, we had taken it too far. (La dee da dee)
He cursed our favorite lass.
All he could see was sass.
And the deputies began to cook the tar.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Mrs. Eddies stood up high.
Pointed at the crowd and cried.
"(That's Blasphemy!)
How dare you play that beat!"

[CHORUS]
I see panties in the air.
Legs are everywhere.
And the skirts you wear, no longer at the knee.
Did I just see a thigh?
Would your mother start to cry?
There's white cotton just as far as I can see.

[BRIDGE]
Now there's links upon my cuffs.
He proudly chews his snuff.
As he takes me to a van bound for the pen.
Opens up the door.
His face lookin' mighty sore.
There were women on the laps of all the men!!!

[CHORUS]
I see panties in the air.
Legs are everywhere.
And the skirts you wear, no longer at the knee.
Did I just see a thigh?
Would your mother give a try?
There's white cotton just as far as I can see.

[OUTRO]
La, la dee da
There's white cotton.
No need for bar towels.
La, la dee da
There's white cotton.
No need for hem lines.
La, la dee da
Your cover pays our bail.

White Cotton

This is the newest track that will be #6 on my metalcore album "NiFe".

[PRE-CHORUS]
SPINES!!!!

[VERSE]
I turn down all the lights again.
Go cinch every window tight.
Pull the covers, to my chin.
Another night to write a fright.

[CHORUS: female vocalist]
She wraps herself in thorns!
Thorns that prick until she's calm!
I feel you---
inside---my skin. Pricking!
She wraps herself in thorns
No use for balm.
You trap me---inside.
Abide my sins!

[POST-CHORUS]
Stay away!
Pain feels safe.
Away!
Just let me lay.
On barbed wire sheets!

[DRUM SOLO]

[VERSE]
I send my suitors away again.
Every window tight.
Pull the covers up to my chin.
Sleep tight don't fight the bite.

[CHORUS]
She wraps herself in thorns!
Thorns that prick until she's calm.
I feel you---
inside---my skin. Pricking!
She wraps herself in thorns.
No use for balm.
You trap me---inside.

[GUITAR SOLO]
She runs a lonely race!

[OUTRO]
Stay away.
Wait for day.
Pain feels safe.
Stay away.
Grim display.
No words to light the way.



Barbed Wire Sheets

It's a song about whiskey. Or is it whisky? Or is it neither?

As always, lyrics are my own. If you'd like to perform any of my songs in concert or on an album, message me and I'll gladly get back to you.

[VERSE]
Sittin' here across the table.
With this drink between us two.
Searching for the words if I'm able.
While that glass collects the dew.

They see amber from the stage.
Grains at just the right age.
And a wash that recalls the right hue.

[CHORUS]
You're like whiskey in a glass.
Grains, aged, in just the right way.
Crack the ice as you go.
Move like fire, but slow.
And I still try to drink you like new.

[GUITAR SOLO]

[VERSE]
Sitting here across the table.
Trying words, between the fries.
Who could see the view from that gable?
When an option is deep in your eyes.

They see Amber from the stage.
Grains, hewn, with summer rage.
And a man who recalls the right moves.

[CHORUS]
You're like whiskey in a glass.
Grains, aged, in just the right way.
Crack the ice as you go.
Groove like fire on "Slow".
And I still try to drink you like new.

[BRIDGE]
Some others walk on.
Change a woman like a song.
But the craft of your bottle's too cool.

[CHORUS]
You're like whiskey in a glass.
Grains, aged, in just the right way.
Crack the ice as you go.
Smooth like fire on snow.
And I still like to drink you--
like I do.

Let It Sweat

I'm a songwriter. All lyrics in every one of these songs are mine. If you would like to perform one of my songs, by all means contact me here or through BlueSky. You can download and/or play any of the recordings on this SoundCloud account for free in any venue including night clubs, however you do have to pay a small fee to perform them, include them on your album, or for a movie sync license.

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