Name: Funk It Up Tonight by Flannel Salad
Duration: 3 min 45 s
Description: Funk anthem with blazing synths, horn section, slappin' bass and a keytar-powered groove

Standing on the tee, sun shining bright, Do I play it safe or aim for the highlight? I swing with intent, the ball takes flight, Skimming over water, fading from sight. Focus lost, golf's elusive charm, Haunting my thoughts, causing alarm!

Scores rise, each stroke a test, I face my mistakes, feeling unrest. The scorecard tells a painful truth... Par feels forever aloof!

My mind's a fog, can't find the swing, Golfsheimer's creeps, affecting everything! Stuck in the rough, the putt too tough, Golfsheimer's creeps, making it rough!

The ball in the bunker, close to the pin, Coach says patience comes from within. I grip the club, searching for peace, Sand flies with a quick release. Hands tremble, target astray, That hole evades, oh, every way!

Scores rise, each stroke a test, I face my mistakes, feeling unrest. The scorecard tells a painful truth... Par feels forever aloof!

On the green, I find my calm, With smooth strokes, I feel the balm. The game's allure, a fleeting glee, As my form slips like the sea!

Thoughts scatter, scores grow weak, The swing's secret fades, leaving me meek!

My mind's a fog, can't find the swing, Golfsheimer's creeps, affecting everything! Stuck in the rough, the putt too tough, Golfsheimer's creeps, making it rough!

Par will remain out of reach once more!

Making it Rough(Creep Remix)

Alice was a rose, looked perfect in the light
Sharp around the edges, drew blood most nights
Clara was a daisy, too easy to pick
Tried to chain me up but couldn’t make it stick

June was ivy, climbing where she pleased
Wrapped around my heart and refused to leave
Sophie was a cactus, don’t get too close
Pricked my fingers with nothing to show

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Hazel was lavender, soft and rare
Left her scent on every chair
Maya was a tulip, opened up too fast
Told me every secret but never asked

Fiona was a fern, lived best in shade
I gave her sun, she slipped away
Ruth was thistle, proud and coarse
Kicked like a mule, had no remorse

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Bad Gardener

Funk anthem with blazing synths, horn section, slappin' bass and a keytar-powered groove

Funk It Up Tonight

Swampy blues remix of Colorado Blue Skies. Original released as a Jazz version with Pappa Joey's Badd Ass Band. 

Original Version: https://on.soundcloud.com/MtO1Zy6em3hnJXbqYV
Country Version: https://on.soundcloud.com/1aTnxsaw9rFwotO8Df

Colorado Blues Skies

Colorado (Blues) Skies


Born on the wrong side
Never had much choice
Lady luck gets to decide
If anyone hears your voice

Right place in the right time
Or the perhaps the opposite
Graft and grind don't matter much
When luck won't permit

Some are born with everything
Some get nothing at all
Random as a dice roll
Who rises and who falls

Roll the dice
See what you get
Roll the dice
No safe bet
Nothing's earned
Nothing's fair
Just roll the dice
And say a prayer 

Work your finger to the bone
Still might lose it all
While some sleepwalk through life
Never take a fall

Pray to whatever god you want
Still won't change the game
Chance don't care a fig about
Your fear or your pain

Some are born with everything
Some get nothing at all
Random as a dice roll
Who rises and who falls

Roll the dice
See what you get
Roll the dice
No safe bet
Nothing's earned
Nothing's fair
Just roll the dice
And say a prayer 



Roll the Dice

JWB Blues & Jazz soon to be released 

You used to walk the walk, preachin' 'bout the better way.
Yeah, you used to talk that talk, soundin' wise at the break of day.
Now you just another tool, lookin' mighty foolish in the crowd today.
Verse 2
You stare right at the lens, tellin' folks what they need to hear.
Yeah, you'll sell your own mama's hand, soon as that sweet money gets near.
There ain't no soul in that suit, just a hollow man driven by the fear.
Chorus/Bridge
I got just one question, now, where do you stand right now?
You threw out all your good words just to learn how to bend and bow.
You had no real conviction, you only wanted the easy cash.
And now your perfect image has been burned down to ash.
Verse 3 
You turned so fast, I saw the smoke cloud rollin' in the street.
Yeah, you did that sudden 180, tryin' hard to cover your retreat.
But your own shadow knows the truth, and friend, your defeat is gonna be complete.
Verse 4 
That spotlight you chased, it done flickered out and died.
Yeah, the crowds turned their backs, there ain't no place left to run and hide.
You won the whole big world, friend, but you lost every ounce of your pride.

Got No Soul

Got No Soul (Blues)

"I'm walking in the forest with my friends, and, I found something.
Something mysterious."

Writer: Hexaliohm
Producer: Hexaliohm
Mastering: Hexaliohm
Artwork: Hexaliohm

Forestrip


From the mountains of Tibet
To the deserts burning red
From the islands in the Pacific
To where the Amazon is fed
We are walking different pathways
Speaking in a thousand tongues
But the same blood moves through all of us
The same breath fills our lungs

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

In the cities made of concrete
In the villages of stone
Some are born with everything
Some are struggling alone
But whether fortune smiled upon you
Or the world has been unkind
We all hold a piece of something
Larger than one life can find

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

From the farmer in the valley
To the scholar in the hall
From the mother rocking babies
To the builder raising walls
Every hand that's doing labor
Every heart that's choosing love
Adds another thread of beauty
To the pattern up above

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Yes, every person plays a role



The Thread in the Fabric

Original (Pop Soul) Version: https://soundcloud.com/audio-avalanche/growing-up-radio

We were just kids with a stereo glow
Living for the sound, letting the good times roll
Backseat cruising, summer breeze
Dad’s old radio playing Hank's melodies
Johnny's voice like a velvet flame
Taught me love was more than just a name
Skynnard you know lit up the night
“Sweet Home Alabama” made everything right
Garth Brooks filled the backyard air
We danced like we didn’t have a care
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us, heart and soul
Voices smooth, guitars that cried
Every beat made us feel alive
From vinyl spins to the late-night shows
We found ourselves in the highs and lows
Oh, I miss those days, don’t you know
When the music found us on the radio
The Eagles flew through desert skies
“Hotel California” opened up our eyes
Alabama with their tangled hearts
Taught us how to heal when love falls apart
Travis Tritt thundered through the haze
Alan Jackson lit up our teenage days
Faith made us dream, Shania,  man was she bold
Brooks & Dunn rolling ever getting old
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us on the radio
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us, heart and soul
Voices smooth, guitars that cried
Every beat made us feel alive
From vinyl spins to the late-night shows
We found ourselves in the highs and lows
Oh, I miss those days, don’t you know
When the music found us on the radio
Now the world’s changed, but I still rewind
To those legends frozen in time
They gave us rhythm, gave us light
Still hear them singing in the quiet night
We carry them with us, wherever we go
Forever the kings of the radio
Oh, I miss those days, that golden glow
When the music found us, heart and soul
Voices smooth, guitars that cried
Every beat made us feel alive
They gave us hope, they gave us soul
Made the broken pieces whole
Oh, I miss those days, don’t you know
When the music found us on the radio

Growing Up Country Radio

Growing Up On Country Radio

“Devil’s Tango” is a dark, playful blues-rock showdown between a man and his shadows. With sliding guitars, haunting harmonica and a rhythm that stalks rather than chases, Anders J Holm dances right on the edge — without giving in.

This isn’t about heaven.
It isn’t about hell.
It’s about choosing your own lane in the middle of the mess.

Devil's Tango

Verse 1
Get your motor runnin', bright and early, rise and shine, Lookin' for a diamond in the rough. No pain, no gain, you know, time is money, every dog has its day, When push comes to shove, enough is enough.

Chorus
At the end of the day, it is what it is, The light at the end of the tunnel, my friend. When all is said and done, we're on the same page, Born to be wild, until the bitter end.

Verse 2
Let's touch base and hit the nail on the head, read him like a book, Don't bite the hand that feeds. Better late than never, but don't count your chickens, it's a tough pill to swallow, Planting the seeds for success and needs.

Chorus
At the end of the day, it is what it is, The light at the end of the tunnel, my friend. When all is said and done, we're on the same page, Born to be wild, until the bitter end.

Bridge
The elephant in the room is clear as a bell, Don't throw caution to the wind. By the skin of your teeth, you can't judge a book, Where there's a will, there's a way, until the story's pinned.

Guitar Solo
Chorus
At the end of the day, it is what it is, The light at the end of the tunnel, my friend. When all is said and done, we're on the same page, Born to be wild, until the bitter end.

Outro
It's a win-win, every cloud has a silver lining... Think outside the box... Make a long story short... And that's the whole nine yards.

It Is What It Is (Jargon Song)

Heard That Before (cliché song)

I create music in styles and genres I love (and there are a LOT). I especially enjoy experimenting with genre fusion, instrumentation, and arrangement. If it brings you joy, that makes me happy.

This music is not monetized. It's to bring musical joy to me (and hopefully you!). Thanks so much for listening

Released under the name Flannel Salad (formerly Scurlock).

Funk It Up Tonight

Flannel Salad

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