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Bloodstain

A wry melodic take on the absurdities of the the modern world
Written/arranged by Jonny Whetstone
Produced/arranged by Gus Goad
Vocals Jonny Whetstone
Guitars/Bass/Keyboards/Logic Gus Goad

You Don't Own Me

You Don't Own Me (Gus & Jonny)

This has been in my mind for some time, building the emotional closure Bowie never gave us. A haunting, poetic epilogue to Space Oddity, told through the voices of Ground Control and Mrs. Tom, with Major Tom’s silence lingering in the void.

Echoes to Major Tom

The Night I Wasn't With You

Dance the Funky Robot... Electronic Groove Maker!

FUNKY ROBOT

Grateful

Toy Piano Dj Club Mix

On your knees (so I can see)
Simply, sweetly (set the scene)
Take it slow (and peacefully)
Oh, graceful way you service me
Go on and on
And on and on and on
Treat me like a phenomenon

Phenomenon (We Go On)

Deep Flowz Beat (2025)

To mark the incredible 60th anniversary of 'Eve Of Destruction' I've recorded a new cover version of it to bring the same relevant message to a new generation.

Eve Of Destruction

Mama kept the lights on with a prayer and a fuse
Daddy played the numbers, always bound to lose
We learned to dance on hardwood, scuffed and stained
Where the gospel met the bottle, and the truth got strained
Now the porch light flickers like a warning sign
And the mailbox holds more weight than time
When the bills come due, and the grace runs thin
You count your blessings like loose change in a tin
You sing hallelujah... with a hole in your shoe
‘Cause mercy don’t knock—it just walks on through
When the bills come due
Uncle Joe’s guitar still hums in the shed
Strings rusted over, but the songs ain’t dead
He said “Love is credit, pain is cash”
And all bad faith comes back at last
Now the bills sound like a choir off-key
try to save your roof ...try to save.. what used.. to be...
When the bills come due, and the lights go cold
You trade your silver for stories you told
You hum redemption every note is blue
And hope the good Lord’s got a plan for you
When the bills come due
There’s a ledger in heaven, or so they say
Where the debts we carry get washed away
But down here, we settle with sweat and song
And pray the echo don’t take too long
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and pray it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and hope it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing