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It was the best of times; it was the worst of times...
A dystopian surf anthem, funky end of summer banger, Blue Coast drips with razor sharp riffs and biting social commentary. This one's for the dreamers and the schemers looking to get paid.

Palm trees! / We got orange groves
Surf big waves / Tech bros and hoes
We got VC! / Crashing Bentleys
iPhones — shattered screens / Green tea — ice creams

Blue Coast

Fredo’s Boat Ride

Chronic blues

Trippin

      Howdy everyone! Ok I did a little reshuffling here and bumped this song to the front of the line! I just finished the video and put about a weeks work into it! It's a comic relief song, a novelty, about getting old! They say we should write about things we know, and I know about getting older!😂 I wrote the song in 2021 during the pandemic because we needed some comedy then and I think we need some comedy now too! This is something my friends and me used to say at work all the time when we'd forget something or did something stupid like ask where your glasses are when they are on top of your head!😂 I tweaked the lyrics a little and took several curse words out of the song but kept a couple in, so beware people, please don't call the Profanity Police on me! They're mild words like "shit" and "ass" nothing more than that!  There are some words of wisdom thrown in there too like in all my songs. It's just a fun song and video! 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/U--jt1-4FEY

     I wrote it to a Latin Rock beat, kind of like a Santana song. I remember it took me several weeks to record the backing track because I added a ton of stuff on it Bass, Piano, Acoustic and Electric guitars, percussion, I worked very hard on it, it's all just me playing eveything with a Drum Machine because I don't play the drums. A little bit Salsa, a little bit Rock & Roll because that's how I roll!😂 The vocals are all me and I recorded them last week, I was going to have Charlie sing it but I decided to do it myself because we've been stuck on this other song for a month now and I have like 30 songs ready to go. So please forgive the vocals! The video is funny and I spent a couple weeks on that as well. It's about getting old and forgetting words and your body hurting and falling asleep, and telling kids to get off your lawn! The usual things that come with getting older. Basically "Old man yelling at clouds" syndrome!😂 I know how that is!  The video will drop on YouTube in a couple of weeks! I hope everyone laughs with me and not at me! But I won't mind as long as you laugh a little!! So sit back and have a laugh on me! Cheers! 🍻

“WE GOT THE OLDS”
          
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,          
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,            
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,         
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!           
WE GOT THE OLDS, 
WE GOT THE OLDS,

THE SLIP OF TIME, TORMENTS OUR MIND,   
THE FEAR OF FATE, FUELS ALL OUR HATE,    
THE TALKING HEADS, THE WALKING DEAD,      
THE HAMMER FALLS, UPON US ALL,

WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,             
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,          
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!         
WE GOT THE OLDS, 
WE GOT THE OLDS,
     
THIS CLIMATE CHANGE, HAS US DERANGED,   
THE BULLETS FLY, EYE FOR AN EYE,      
CORONA COUGH, THE RICH GET OFF,      
THE FOLLY OF MAN IS WHAT GOD DEMANDS!

WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,
           
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,         
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!      
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,

WE THINK WE ARE, THEREFORE WE’RE FEELING,   
OUR MIND A WAVE ON THE OCEAN OF BEING,        
DAMN, WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST SAY?     
WE CAN’T REMEMBER DAY TO DAY!
     
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,           
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE GOT THE OLDS.
          
BY JIM VALDES
 © 2021

"WE GOT THE OLDS" (Video - https://youtu.be/U--jt1-4FEY)

You’re running. But what are you chasing? Stop for a minute and look around what you go by, because you Go By Life.

Go By Life

Small Town Diaries

I had a dream to be a basketball player when I was very young.I gave it up, but kept watching ball games for years. I wrote this song Inspired by the great players’ super plays and strong minds.
And this is a song for all the people who are fighting in the life.

Lyrics 

Just wannabe my self, Stand!
Don’t know what to do
I know without ( what) I used to be
 Ice cold in my hands , upside down to sky

Tried to understand 
Let you know
Take my hands tonight 

I see you , Shooting Star to flow inside
Befalling Rising Stars, too grace

I can’t take my eyes off all of you
If you down I’ll be staying with you 
If you fall (you) could be staying with me

Consternation

This is a cover song written by Lolly Vegas of Redbone. Redbone was a native american rock band. It was a big hit in 1974 and again in 2013 as one of many songs in the outstanding soundtrack for the film "Gaudians Of The Galaxy". I recorded the song with Charlie singing as a birthday present for my wife's niece's son Lucca several years ago. When my wife's sister and her kids were visiting us that year we all decided to go down to my studio and I recorded them singing backing vocals to the song and then we decided to video tape us all lip-syncing to the recorded track. I then later video taped Charlie lip-syncing to the song too. My wife then put all the video tapes together with added commentary before and after the video for Lucca.

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/XzPez-ALPtk

 I decided to make a video of the song for YouTube without the personnal coimmentaries. So this video has the following line up: Charlie singing lead and playing the cowbell; Me playing guitar in the stenson hat; my awesome brother playing Bass in the Colombian hat; My wife and her sister Nora and her kids Gabby and Pablo singing back-up. We were all lip-syncing to my recorded track. I think it needs more cowbell, what do you guys think?😂 It was a fun sessions and I thought everyone would get a kick of watching us on the video. My wife video taped my parts and I video taped Charlie and them singing. This is my gift to all my followers so you can see what we look like! Charlie and I are not really much to look at either but we are who we are!😂 I hope you guys like it! It's a great song! (*Easter Egg: That's really me on the Bass! Ha, ha! 😂) Happy Labor Day to everyone! 🙏😎✌🏼

“COME AND GET YOUR LOVE"

HEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR HEAD, YEAH,
HEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR MIND,
AND YOUR SIGN AND A OH, OH, OH,
HEY, NOTHIN' THE MATTER WITH YOUR HEAD,
BABY FIND IT, COME ON AND FIND IT,
HEY, GET WITH IT BABY, 'CAUSE YOU'RE MINE.
AND YOU'RE FINE AND YOU LOOK SO DIVINE,  

COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,   
  
HEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR FEEL RIGHT,
DON'T YOU FEEL RIGHT, BABY,
HEY, OH YEAH, GET IT FROM THE MAIN VINE, ALL RIGHT,
      
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,       

I SAID A FIND IT, FIND IT, GO ON AND LOVE IT,
IF YOU LIKE IT, YEAH.
HEY, IT'S YOUR BUSINESS IF YOU WANT SOME, 
TAKE SOME, GET IT TOGETHER BABY,

COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
COME AND GET YOUR LOVE,
             
BY LOLLY VEGAS
© 1974

"COME AND GET YOUR LOVE" (cover)

This is my first attempt at techno.  Hope you enjoy!

What Tomorrow Will Bring

Here I am in the shade of my lemon tree
Baseball game on the radio
Ahead in the ninth, but it ain’t over yet

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

Called strike three, batter caught looking
Nasty pitch, outside corner, that’s two down
Here come their last hope

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

That fly buzzing ‘round my head
Landed on my nose
If I get the chance
That fly is gonna die today

There’s a swing and a drive, going deep
Back on the track, looking up
Makes the catch, Tom* call “ballgame!”

That fly buzzing ‘round my head
Landed on my nose
If I get the chance
That fly is gonna die today

All in the shade of my lemon tree
Birdsong sing in my other ear
Chance of a winning year

* https://youtu.be/9vM6VmG2twE?si=C05KtBvw6sTNZu99


Nasty Pitch

Written by James Geer

Over here the customs seem so strange 
Over here my words gets disarranged 
Over here I’m bothered all the day
Over here I want to get away

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here the accents are so deep
Over here the hills are way too steep
Over here the forests overgrown 
Over here I’m virtually alone

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here

And lonely when she left. 712 ( 1994 ) Margareta Theorin - Eddy Mango ( Margareta )

Thank you for listening to this track. This is track 01 from my recently released album. 
I realize the meaning of this might not come through in its translation.
Think:  greed and consumerism denounced in sarcastic apathy.

Produced By Brenda Doss
Mixed By John Fields
Mastered By Rareform Mastering
Song By Brenda Doss and Dave Zeiher
©2024 By Brenda Doss (BMI)

Lyrics:

You’ve got that new car smell
I like the way you look
So why should I care
If I’m your driver of the month
So let’s get down to business baby
Something new will gratify us
Satisfaction guaranteed with

More and more...

I live a toilet paper world
Of paper cups and plastic forks
I can’t recall what I did yesterday
I like a change I like it fast 
Addicted to nothing that lasts and 
God, I love this new car that has

More and more...


Everything disposable 
What of the future
Use it up and throw it all away
Getting tired of living 
In a toilet paper world
In a toilet paper world

More and more...

I want it all I want it now
Have my cake and eat it all somehow
Can’t wait to take this baby for a spin
But sooner or later 
My new car will start failing
And then he will require

More and more...

Give me more 
I want more 
Give me more 
I want more

Brenda Doss

Toilet Paper World

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Industrial 3

My new song "This Night" is now live on SoundCloud! 🌃

This track is deeply inspired by the sounds of the 80s, a decade of music that has always moved me. I tried to capture that feeling with heartfelt saxophone lines and drums that you can really feel. 🎷 My hope is that it brings you a sense of nostalgia and energy.

I am so incredibly grateful for anyone who takes the time to listen. Your support truly means the world to me and gives me the encouragement to continue sharing my music. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 🙏

I also want to extend a very special thank you to Tennent Buckner for creating the beautiful cover artwork for this single. Your artistry perfectly captured the mood I was hoping for. 💛

Thank you again for being on this journey with me. I would genuinely love to hear what you think of "This Night" in the comments.

This Night

Written by James Geer

Meet me in trafalger square
Noon on Tuesday if you care
North of Nelson’s column
flowers in your hair
Meet me in trafalger square

Meet me in my heart of hearts
Come inside me if you dare
North of Nelson’s column
flowers in your hair
Meet me in trafalger square

It’s my dream that we would pair
Tell me where and I’ll be there 
North of Nelson’s column
Flowers in your hair
I’ll wait for you anywhere