hearing Soul in this Beat & I love it 😀 nicely done

I really like how this all meshes together!

I actually came to your page after seeing your great musician title. Your bio write-up really jelled with me too. Now to check out the music, haha. Enjoying the bluesyness so far. :)

I don't have anything to compare it to just yet, but your music definitely sounds nicely produced and polished to me. Nice song, Sam.

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
                          **************
Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
                         **************
An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

My Island

This song appears on an album called Synthastic alongside those some other amazing musicians with whom my Swiss friend, the very talented and gracious Karin-Maria Brunner collaborated. It's an album centered around the synthesizer, whatever sounds one can get from it, based on her ideas. I cannot properly express my depth of honor and gratitude to her for including me with musicians I admire, like Frans Beelaard, and for sharing her creative seeds with me. Karin-Maria is a truly exquisite musician, with a very disciplined style and mind for musical precision, as well as beautiful melody. You can find her on here under her name. She actually shared two songs with me for this project, and this is the first of those. I tried to come up with an interesting, modal melody for both, in hopes of impressing her. I hope it has the same effect on you. I also provided the beat and bass line for this song. You can find the entire album on your favorite streaming service. We appreciate your listens! 

Magic Hour (with Karin-Maria Brunner from her album Synthastic)

Out of the Box January 2023
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Rub-A-Dub

Lyrics below...
The song evolved into this naturally and I did not perform it based from any personal life experience. Thank you for giving it a try!
Written by J.J. Terrell all rights reserved.

Artwork: Margaryta Yermolayeva (Ukraninan born artist and wife of good friend)
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I SAW THAT SMILE WHEN YOU GOT OFF THAT TRAIN
WERE THOSE TEARS OF JOY? 
OR DROPS FROM THE RAIN?
COME HERE YOU LITTLE ANGEL
I'LL HOLD BACK YOUR PAIN

ITS BEEN SO LONG
SINCE I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS
AWKWARD, DIFFERENT NOW
TIME’S NEEDLE WILL DARN

IM JUST A CAST AWAY
ON THIS ISLAND IN THE SEA
YOU KNOW I WILL HEAL YOU

STARING FOR A TIME OFF INTO SPACE
GLOWING SHEEN OFF YOUR SLEEPING FACE
YOU POOR THING, YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT

HILLS THAT ARE GREENER AND TURQOISE SEAS
FLOWERS EVERY NIGHT
BABY CATCH UP ON SOME SLEEP
ILL RUB YOUR BACK WHILE YOU LAY THERE AND DREAM

ITS BEEN SO WRONG
FOR ALL THIS TIME AWAY
FROM ONE ANOTHERS TOUCH
THE WAY YOU SAY MY NAME

IM HERE FOR YOU NOW
BABY I MEAN FOR KEEPS
YOU KNOW I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU

YOU ARE THE ONE AND ONLY THING 
MY STARS, MY SUN, MY MOON
MY HEART HOLDS YOUR KEY
LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH AS I GET DOWN ON A KNEE

TRAVELING THROUGH THIS LIFE WITH YOU
UPS AND DOWNS, WOW WE MADE IT THROUGH!
THE KIDS ARE LONG GONE
IT LOOKS LIKE JUST ME AND YOU

WE HAVE ALWAYS PUT EACH ONE FIRST
THATS WHY AS YOU LAY DYING
OH, GOD PLEASE! IT HURTS
JUST A SECOND CHANCE!
OH GOD PLEASE

THE RAVEN FLEW

OOH OHH OHH OHH 

I HOLD NEAR
YOUR VOICE I STILL CAN HEAR
HELPING ME THROUGH TROUBLED TIMES 
SEE YOU SOON GIRL  I STAND IN LINE.

Promise

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Bake-Kujira-s-Woes-951581025

Crookedness

We Are Not The 1%,We Are Everybody Else.

This is a colab between myself and The Shaolin Sniper, The original song had no leadwork and Mathis did such a great job that i remixed the song and added his leadwork!!

In the 90's i really had a hard time finding anything musically i liked. Being a kid of the late 70's and 80's... that was the kind of music i wanted to listen to. There were 2 bands that came along in the 90's that i couldn't help liking the grooves in there music and that was Tool and Helmet. This song was inspired by these 2 groups

All music written and performed by: John Baker
All lyrics and vocals written and performed by: The Shaolin Sniper
All guitar leads written and performed by: Mathis

Lyrics:
How could you go away so fast
Why did my best dream end in a a nightmare?
In the blink of an eye all the good times are gone
I never thought death would split us apart so fast
And I start to believe that the best things never last
And every one told me that time would heal the pain
But the pain just seems to grow
and this hole in my soul is now out of control
If I could just touch you and hold you again
And say to your face how much i missed you again
And love you and kiss you and feel you again
I know it's not to be and it's too late
but I just wanna say I'm forever gonna miss you
I miss how you would be there waiting
When I would come back home
And you would always be there for me when I was stressed
And needed a helping hand
on..it's all in the past
And I start to believe that the best things never last
And every one told me that time would heal the pain
But the pain just seems to grow
and this hole in my soul is now out of control
If I could just touch you and hold you again
And say to your face how much i missed you again
And love you and kiss you and feel you again
I know it's not to be and it's too late
but I just wanna say I'm forever gonna miss you
Gone away too soon
Gone away too soon
If I could just touch you and hold you again
And say to your face how much i missed you again
And love you and kiss you and feel you again
I know it's not to be and it's too late
but I just wanna say I'm forever gonna miss you.

Miss You

Spectrum

Funny Kind of Sad

This is the remixed version of my song "SAKURA".

A cherry tree is called "sakura " in Japan. 

Enjoy the music!

Thank you.


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SAKURA (floating Mix)

In a world full of pressure, anxiety, and alienation I have turned heavily towards music for self expression and for community.  I'm here to enjoy your art and share my own; so welcome my friends!   Since the beginning of 2021 I've been learning more about music production and sound design.  In the process I have created tracks to develop the skills as I learn them, and have enjoyed tracking the progress through each attempt.  I'm open to any and all feedback as it's a crucial part of growth!  NEW!  Added a band merch section finally.  Check it out: https://www.zazzle.com/store/extended_blundering    Find more music and their videos at: 
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGRvaKQKVYWGiyN4B4BnKQA

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