We created this play list in gratitude to Jim Geer from Atlanta. He wrote this song that acknowledges our local Harvey’s beer (Sussex Best) and our band. What a legend Jim is.

Gratitude

Copy of James Geer

Copy of Your Mix 6

Your Mix 5

Copy of Robert S. Dean

Copy of Highlander on the run

Top likes 2025-11-08

Fredo’s Boat Ride

Chronic blues

Heroes (cover)

Written by James Geer
Inspired by The Trailer Park Boys
Dedicated to Ozzy, RIP

I’m moving on to Sunnyvale 
I’ve had enough of life’s travails 
I’ll pack it in, forward my mail

I’ll hang with Ricky and the boys
Raise some hell, make a little noise
Drink all day, if that’s my choice 

A shed like bubs is all I’ll need
A couple kitties there to feed
Drink some vodka, smoke some weed

I’ll eat fish sticks and play the blues
Lay in the street till I come to
Make hot cakes on a stolen barbecue 

The simple life is all I seek
Party with the boys 8 days a week
Drink till I fall down, smoke till I reek

Sunnyvale

Written by James Geer

I’ll take a B in spelling
I’ll take a B in math
I’ll take a B in Affection
I’ll take a B in wrath

I’ll take a B in working
I’ll take a B in health
I’ll take a B in living
That’s how I’d grade myself

I’ll take a B in caring
I’ll take a B in love
I’ll take a B in giving
These fit me like a glove

I’ll take a B

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

Moonrise (Inst.)

Written by James Geer

 I wish that I had
A vodka and ginger ale
But I’m glad that I have
The vodka anyway

I wish that I had
A little bit of cocaine
But I’m glad that I have
A love who sustains

I wish that I had
An elbow of weed
But I’m glad that I have
Everything else I need

I wish that I had
At my behest.  
The things I’ve confessed
A round of Sussex‘s best
For the Grey Hounds and all the rest

Vodka and ginger ale

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 )

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/GAj7bHfRgEE
This is another song that came to me recently that I felt like I had to write & record ~
I'm kind of seeing it as a companion song for my song “The City Of Magically” that I posted  here on my feed a few monthes back~~
Hope you All Like my Song of Love :-) 
Would Love to hear any thoughts on it !
© 2025 Donna Dior

THIS KIND OF LOVE

Promo short of recent full release - https://soundcloud.com/somewhere77-561750840/remember-your-name?si=433ceb5bc5264149ac2d2137f1397d39&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Remember Your Name PROMO

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

I watched the sun go under
From the window of the train
City lights like scattered pearls
Through a fog of silver rain
Your voice on my shoulder
Soft as summer wine
I’m chasing down the distance
And the pictures in my mind
East of Indianapolis
On this twilight line

We dreamed of California
But never left the ground
I’m counting old postcards
From a life that’s coming around
There’s a rhythm in the window
Like the slow turn of time
And a ghost beside my shoulder
That I can’t leave behind
West of Illinois
On this twilight line

The dawn will find another town
And someone else’s sky
But I still see your shadow
Every time I close my eyes
And maybe love’s just distance
Measured over time
Between what was and what remains
On Hollywood and Vine
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line

Twilight Line

Industrial 3

In the hours after Culloden, soldiers fleeing the battle were slaughtered, as were those left wounded on the field.

No mercy shown
Steel on bone
Brothers gone
Oh no

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colours stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Cowards smile
For a little while
Our sacred land
Is in their hand

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colours stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Cowards smile
For a little while
Our sacred land
Is in their hand

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colors stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Broken men , broken hearts .mp3

Here's my version of this classic Irish ballad. Mclhatton was an old fiddler who knew how to make an excellent Poitin, the ancestor of whiskey. When the valley where he lived filled with buyers of his fine liquor, many tried to capture him, but he knew how to hide well and was never caught. Enjoy my track and share! CIAO

MCLHATTON

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

Trafalgar Square

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

An old song remastered. 



Swing high swing low the heather hums
Where the wild winds dance and the river runs
A song in the stones a whisper so old
I hear it call in the evening's gold

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

The skies wear gray like a woven shawl
The lark takes flight as the shadows fall
Your voice it lingers like a tune untamed
Carved in my soul like the cliffs unnamed

Oh the stars they blink in the loch so deep
Secrets they hold in their ancient keep
If I were the wind I’d find your side
And sing you this song on the morning tide

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

Carry my Heart .mp3

I was down like a pilot in a war 
Wreckage, wreckage 
Then she broke my freefall 

I fell fast no warning around me
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she walked me away

I woke in a city without a name
Sirens shot the darkness with sound

She said her name was Mercy so I knew
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she flickered and swayed

I was down like a pilot in a war
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she broke my freefall
Then she broke my freefall