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Copy of James Geer

Written by James Geer

 I’ll sleep all day
 down in Wonderland
No bills to pay
 down in Wonderland
I’ll live for free
That’s where I’ll be
I’ll be all day
 down in Wonderland

I’ve bread and circuses
 down in Wonderland
 where my purpose is
 down in Wonderland
Drop by and see
I’m always free
Free to be
 down in Wonderland

Wonderland

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is the final part of my small experimental project called „What’s Up?”.
Hope you enjoy the „rockabilly vibe” of this song ! 😎

The lead guitar part was recorded in real time, as always in my songs! 🔆🎸

Thanks a lot for listening and support!
Artur

What’s Up? (Final Part)

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

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

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Studio ID - Vocals
Release Date: 2025-10-17
https://youtu.be/XyhSHqoAMIk
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Produced by fabiano matiolla

► Lyrics ◄

You've got that stupid fucking smile again
The one that makes me forget why I'm so pissed
At everything and everyone except you right now
Dancing in your kitchen like the world ain't shit

And maybe that's the problem with us both
We find the light when everything's going wrong

But goddamn, you make it look so easy
Living like tomorrow's just a joke
While I'm here drowning in my feelings
You're the reason that I don't choke
On all this bullshit we call growing up
Sunday afternoons with you are enough
Enough, enough

Remember when you dragged me to that shitty show
Said the band was terrible but we stayed anyway
Screaming lyrics we made up on the spot
That's the moment when I knew you'd never fade away

From all the gray that fills up every day
You paint it bright when nothing feels okay

But goddamn, you make it look so easy
Living like tomorrow's just a joke
While I'm here drowning in my feelings
You're the reason that I don't choke
On all this bullshit we call growing up
Sunday afternoons with you are enough
Enough, enough

I've been writing in my head about
All the ways you save me from myself
When the world gets heavy and I doubt
That there's any magic left

But goddamn, you make it look so easy
(So fucking easy)
Living like tomorrow's just a joke
(Just a stupid joke)
While I'm here drowning in my feelings
You're the reason that I don't choke
On all this bullshit we call growing up
Sunday afternoons with you are enough
Sunday afternoons with you are enough
Enough, enough

#Sunday #Punk #Afternoon #Guitar

Sunday Afternoon

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

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRwF5qhHMeQ
Smart Link: https://cygnusmusic.link/n0b8oex

Fade

Berk Ocal - Fade

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – acoustic guitar, synth, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- vocals, lyrics, mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless Warwick bass
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – piano, B3 organ voice, synth sax, and JJ's angels (voice synth), Lucky Man style synth
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– master and production
This song started as a project that was begun on his guitar and synth, then shelved by our master songwriter, Chris. He always gives us magic to work with, and as soon as he shared this one with the rest of Eclectic Collective, we all jumped on it.
Mark heard his part first, and set about writing some great lyrics to sing with his solid, inimitable voice. His lyrics are about a hypothetical future where we've turned to technology in search of human connection, only to realize that it has only isolated us more, and that we really already had that connection to begin with. The narration is from a future perspective, like all this has already happened, and its speaking to us from the future, almost like a warning.
The rhythm section was still absent, though, but not for long. Ken added his groovy, perfectly in the vibe drums to it next. Josh, of course followed soon after, now that he had drums to work with, by adding his fretless four string bass to the song. Now that it was sounding like a well rounded piece, Tez came through with some thrilling guitar solos that you hear throughout. JJ first added some piano, B3, and sax to the song, then later completed it with his psychedelic synth and divine voice synth that provides the "choir" you hear in there.
Now that it was all in the bag, Mark spent considerable time and effort mixing it, then turned it over to our resident pro Stephen for the mastering.
This is one of our favorite songs we've ever done, and it reminds us all of both Pink Floyd and King Crimson. This is a great example of what the team is able to do with a really solid, yet open musical seed, provided by a master composer. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by Mistermark:
The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves
the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave
the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind
there were words left unsaid at the back of your mind
how could I have been so blind?
It was so long ago now it’s just you and me
it seems I've forgotten the way you like your tea
the house becomes quiet as the guests head for home
the garden’s been gathered and the kids are all grown
on their own
“The robots will help” they said “it’s better this way”
“there’s no need to work and there’s more time to play”
our leaders assured us we’d never go poor
and nobody questions the truth anymore
but what did we do it all for?
Our science sustains us like fine works of art
but are we closer together or farther apart?
we’re each on an island alone on the sea
the ocean between us expands rapidly
is this where we wanted to be?
It was so long ago now it’s just you and me
it seems we’ve forgotten the way it used to be
machines tried to help us but something went wrong
the future we wanted was here all along
The wind by the seashore, the wash of the waves
the sand on your skin and the glance that you gave
the sounds of the carnival we left it all behind
there were words left unsaid…





Faded Fortunes (Eclectic Collective)


JKriv returns to Rocksteady Disco after a six-year break with his stunning ‘Adaptation EP’. 

This super solid five tracker continues J's hot streak on seemingly every great label around the world including his own Razor-N-Tape, with a deep organic sound, thanks to it being mostly produced in his MPC3000 era. 'Greene Street Lament' kicks it off on a boom bap beat tip. Next 'Adaptation' gets the party started with lush strings, piano, and a huge bassline. On the flip is 'Total Pleasure', a midtempo boogie house joint with enough sub to rattle your car door handles off. 'Vibetown' continues on the MPC tip with killer breaks and chops for all the heads. Lastly, the 'Adaptation (Dub)' closes out with the driving dance floor sound we all know and love JKriv for. Housed in a gorgeous picture sleeve and cut loud to vinyl, this EP is an absolute must have.

