That is a sigh, all right. Such a welcome vibe for me. Like a pair of favorite old shoes that I have been missing and didn't even know it.

Nice work Jim, good to hear your signature organ in there.

great sound  love that guitar  tone...really solid stuff

grizzly

Cast of Characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and PRS EG semi-hollow body electric guitar

First of all, we wish the happiest Thanksgiving to all our wonderful SoundCloud friends and family. This song began as a twinkle in Artur's eye a couple months ago. Hey composed it with his Jaguar, as that is the premium surf guitar out there, and shared it with Tez, who invited the rest of us onto the project. 
   Tez, being the first on the boat, added his thrilling guitar fills and solos first. It was kind of odd the way we did this one, in fact, with the melodic/chordal instruments first, followed by the rhythm section. That said, JJ was next up to bat, adding his magical electric piano and soaring organ. Ken was first up for the backline, adding his driving drums. Josh then finally added his fretless bass to the stew. But before he was done, Josh also added the guitar solo you hear from 1:30-1:55. 
  After it was all said and done, we asked Tez to mix it for us, as he is a master producer and mixer. 
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock songs of Artur's we've been fortunate enough to get to play with. He is the surfingest Polish fellow you will ever come across, and a wonderful, familiar collaborator with Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Surf Vibe-Eclectic Collective

28.11.2025 btry 5c

Heiligste Nacht (Trad. Weihnachtslied, trad. Christmas Song)

Written by James Geer

Daddy’s gonna buy
A house
Mamas gonna make
It home
Then they’ll go off and fly
Leaveing you alone but high
I turn away
I turn inside
And sigh

Sigh

Here’s an acoustic version of my Old Saint Nick story-song  and if you want to hear how it sounds fully produced with the incredible musicians of The Beating Edge, here’s the link: https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino/old-saint-nick?si=e05c4503762742028928439a32e85593&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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St Nicholas was born in Turkey in the fourth century AD.
He became the bishop of Myra, and was known for his generosity.
They say he tossed three bags of gold into a poor family's dwelling,
And he raised three boys from the dead — it’s a legend, but it sure sounds compelling.

How did a man who lived in Turkey,
In a land that’s warm and sunny,
End up in the North Pole with flying reindeer
If you think about it, it’s kind of funny.

Nicholas died of old age in Myra in the year three forty-three.
They buried him in a tomb expecting him to rest eternally.
The years went by, the tales grew taller and his legend continued to grow,
And it was a fact that relics of a saint could earn you quite a bit of dough.

It’s good to give gifts to family and friends,
And people in need,
But sometimes it feels
Like we’re being manipulated
To buy things we don't need.

In 1087, there were sailors in two cities, Venice and Bari.
They decided they wanted St Nicholas's bones so they raced across the Adriatic Sea.
The sailors from Bari got there first and they took those bones by force and deception.
They brought them back to Bari and they were greeted with a heroic reception.

You can take all the bad parts of the story that happen in real life,
Remove the uncomfortable dark parts and keep only the light.
We sing our Christmas carols and say it’s the most magical time of the year.
For a few days we ignore all the bad stuff as we spread the Christmas cheer.

Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried to help those in need.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, now he’s a mascot for corporate greed.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried so hard to help the poor.
Now he’s a giant plastic figurine who smiles as you walk into the big box store.

As we sit there ripping the paper off our presents underneath the Christmas tree,
It’s good to remember there are people out there who are less fortunate than you and me.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick — maybe we can.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick.

Old Saint Nick — The Real Story (Acoustic)

The third movement of the orchestral suite "The Life and Death of a Corsican." This woman's fate was fantastic. But was she happy?

«Joséphine». Op.19-3. (2018).

AI

eeeeeyowwwww

oh yeah

hello fine people

be prepared 

to fucking meet me

well well well
hey there, all you kids
by now i think
you all know what your parents did
no matter what they do
no matter what they say
it's probably safe to assume
they smoked weed some day

and if they were lucky
then they knew me
and then made me rich
Mr Icky Sticky

oooohh, Mr Icky Sticky

That's my name
slinging marijuana, once was my game

Back then I was the mother fucker 
you wanted to know
cuz back then i learned
to fucking grow

the icky sticky

yeah

fucking icky sticky

oh, is that right?
you suddenly picky
you think you 
want a hit
i don't think you man enough
to handle my mother fucking shit

shit so smooth
tastes like Heaven
once you take a smell you'll know
why the price is seven hundred seventy seven

and if you think i front you
then you truly don't know me
you better have the cash
for Mr Mother Fucking Icky Sticky

yeah
My Icky Sticky
Green and purple
crystallized
bring the blood out in your eyes

ooohhhhhhh Mr Icky Sticky

yeah

we want you you you
icky icky icky sticky sticky 

Ladies
I'll warn you
Beware
Take a bong hit with me
Don't wear no underwear
My shit is so strong
Your clothes won't last long
You'll just rip them off
take a hit and see
and then you all
will be all over me

Mr Icky Sticky

And
At
The end of it all
You can leave me your number
But I won't call
I really aint
got no time for you
I just grow and sell my weed
and that's all i do

Cuz Mr Icky Sticky 
was never ever dumb
Mr Icky Sticky saw
when he was very very very young
that weed just brings in 
too much cash
so this weed prohibition shit
is never gonna last

and when your parents
asked why my prices so high
i never said a thing
even though i knew why

and now that weed
is taking over the nation
Mr Icky Sticky got himself a corporation

Maybe your parents
are working for me

Making my
Icky Sticky

yeah

I sign their checks now

Icky Sticky

I wipe my ass with my criminal records. 

Icky Sticky

I get high now with the prosecutors and the judge

Icky Sticky

No, tell the president to fuck off. I won't take his calls.

His days are numbered

Icky Sticky say

Smoke my weed today

Forget about your life

Forever

Icky Sticky



Mr Icky Sticky

Sisyphe heureux

This Is Not Goodbye

Your wings already exist, all you have to do is fly.
The sheet music of my compositions can be downloaded from here:
https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/publishers/victor-birkan-sheet-music/3028943?isPLP=1
Watch the videoversion on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/Zn7_2bTvuu0

Sigh

James Geer

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