This is a song on which I sing and play pedal steel guitar.  The song is based on a poem by my late aunt:  Pat Brandstetter.  Here is here original poem:

Riding Along
(1994)

Riding along in the car,
Beauty abounds
Wherever you are.
A kaleidoscope of trees 
Tall and green,
A patchwork of 
Lakes large and serene.
The animals look so strong 
And proud from afar.
All this beauty you take in
Riding along in a car.


Riding Along

Momentum

Dancing with a Man

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Music from fun and innovative puzzle „Robot Detour“ by Nozomu Games store.steampowered.com/app/2666840/Robot_Detour/

Robot Detour (Arcade World Theme)

Soul Doth Cry

lonely & waitin'
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Well, I ain't doin' nothin' but sittin' here, lonely and waitin'
for you to come home and just waltz to me through that front door.
I sincerely hope you're not off out somewhere elsewhere escapin'
or I'll have to feel like I'll have to keep on giving you more
reasons to love me. I thought that I'd given you plenty
but then you reject me and act like you don't have a clue
that you're leaving me feeling broken, sad, shameful and empty.
I don't know what to do because I am so in love with you.

lonely & waitin'

Shining like a star

Happy Music

There was blood on the doorframes 
of the homes that were spared
as the weeping of Egyptian mothers 
was heard through the night. 
Innocents died. 
Mysterious are the ways of the righteous fights.

So strange that innocent blood is the price of freedom.
We were told to eat and drink to remember.
And, as I seat at the sacred table, 
I refrain from looking around, searching for the traitor.
It could be me…

Mysterious Are The Ways (based ond Debra Bueskings' "The Sound of Memory" solo piano version)

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

GarageBand, no external plugins, no music training, mastered with $40 headphones, sample whore.

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