An original song by J.J. Terrell

Left Behind

It’s really about the nights we shared
Underneath all the stars

Now that we’re apart, it’s hard to breathe
Thinking of the love, the dreams we weave.

Oh babe I need you back, it’s true

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lonely moment, I’m left behind
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Time keeps passing, but the ache won’t fade
Our song still plays, in every serenade
If you could hear me, would you find your way
Back to my arms, where your heart should stay?

Ohhh babe, I need you back

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lovely moment, I’m with you
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Oh babe, I need you back
It’s true


Left Behind

Additional electric guitar by Lutz Boddenberg

Color of the Night (Jam Session)

Lyrics & vocal : UK Man
Music, instruments & mix : PJ Project

Oh Kim

True story: I socialized with a guy in the late 90s who had been in a mid tier rock band (redacted) in the late 70s/early 80s. After the fame, there wasn't any money, and he had a regular everyman job like me. He had great stories, though...
A slow burner blues with a smooth groove.

Lyrics:
I just hate that celebrity bullshit
I can smell it
From a million miles away
That's what he'd say
Right there, at the bar
Having a drink
Or 2
Or 10

A broken-down singer
With too many dreams
A broken-down singer
With too many screams
Up over
A heavy metal (huh!)
Double kick drum
He says: I've been on tour all over the world
I've  been to a lot of places
And I just love every place that I'm from
But, I could use 
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues
A billion dollar blues...

I was restless
And I had stars in my eyes
Dreaming about the magazine covers
And the limousine rides
Having those women at my will
Taking all the cash out of the till
Some nights I  just stay up late
Thinking about it. 
Thinking about what could have been

And......
Then I walk in ...
To a room full of bitter Muses
With bad attitudes
And  short fuses
I could use
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues...

Billion Dollar Blues

Nothing like a pesky raccoon to stir things up a bit… Oh, hello. Glad you dropped by. A raccoon, I named Bandit, has taken up a vacation residence under the shed here. It’s right next to the raspberry patch and apple trees. A couple nights ago, Bandit snuck into my small greenhouse, where I grow tomatoes and peppers, and made a salad of the pepper plants, munching one plant completely down to the stalk. Bandit also likes the heavy crop of choke cherries here. He also uses the back corner of the vegetable garden as a latrine, which last summer was up on the house roof. I’d awaken with a start to hear little footsteps running across the roof. Luckily no roof excursions this year. Anyway, this is a Blues song with some solo banjo. Lyrically, it has a couple of reflections about life, mortality, gardening, relationships and partner expectations, letting go of life dreams, a nod to Bandit, the wacky weather, and making peace with old age. And of course, there’s a fair amount of daydreaming going on, while plucking banjo. Hope all is going reasonably well with you, wherever you are on Earth, during this whirlwind tour we’re on. Mark

Back Porch Banjo Blues

Another awesome electronic collaboration with David a.k.a. @blackmarketbrains ! I love his minimal techno beats so asked him to send me one that included one of his cool old movie samples.I was inspired right away to lay down some melodic loops and even a bit of guitar.

Cover image is public domain, an illustration from an old edition of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Forge the Creature! w/ Black Market Brains

Lyrics included
Paul Paploviante offered the instrumental:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/expedition-offer-open-collaboration?in=user-234918190-88573969/sets/paploviante-and-friends-ar-1&si=01cc01ddf6974af6a0aafa048c99803f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

i made lyrics about an expedition...not the kind of journey to discover the environment, but the one we do exploring ourselves and renewing.

Singing is for me a "sine qua non"... I did several vocal lines and made it faster and more robot-sounding (added samples, dallek sounds, synth); i even played on my guitar (Eko Est 1959) some notes. Hope you enjoy!
             
Expédition--lyrics

Je commence une expédition
Je récrée mon identité 
et j’établie un lien profond 
avec moi-même et la nature


Je prends conscience que je suis unique
Aujourd’hui Je fais le premier pas.

Je retourne à l'essence de l'existence.
une remise à zéro du corps et de l’esprit 

Loin du bruit,  
 la nature pure. 


J’embrasse mon  individualité et danse alors dansez

Expédition (collab Paploviante)

NEW COLLABORATION with https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics:-
It's time to face the lies we're told
Indoctrination's got a hold

Down the rabbit hole
Down
Down 
Down

When you look up and see the sky
All of those trails 
You should ask why
When you look up and see the sky

Are they spraying us for fun
Or blocking out the sun
'Cause I'm not the only one
Who's looking up and seeing that

Change this 
Change this
We've got to change this

When you look up and see the sky
All of those trails
You should ask why

Down the rabbit hole
Down
Down
Down

When you look up and see the sky
All of those trails
You should ask why

Are they spraying us for fun
Or blocking out the sun
'Cause I'm not the only one
Who's looking up and seeing that

Billy Korg / winkanwoo 2025

Down The Rabbit Hole

Down The Rabbit Hole - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

Opus84

The Aries & The Leo (II)

BACK LAST JULY AWAY FROM DETROIT
LOST IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS
IT FELT LIKE HOME SO MUCH I WONDERED
WHERE HAD I BEEN ALL MY LIFE 

FELT LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
IN MY HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR

WALKING AROUND LIKE INVISIBLE
THE NARROW STREETS OF 68
MY LIFE ITSELF SEEMED LIKE A RIDDLE
WAITING FOR ITS TWIST OF FATE

FELT LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
IN MY HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRD HOUSE COLLECTOR  

BACK IN DETROIT AWAY FROM JULY
I HAD PARIS ON MY MIND
RUE MAITRE ALBERT LA BUTTE AUX CAILLES
I COULD NOT LEAVE THEM BEHIND

I HAD A PLAN AND WAS FIXED TO RETURN
A LATE GHOST OF 68
BUT
HOW COULD I KNOW THAT THINGS WOULD TURN
INTO THIS TWIST OF FATE

FEEL LIKE A GHOST OR A BONZE
FAR FROM HOTEL BAR ONZE		
WITH AS BEST COMPANY
THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR  

THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
A BIRDSHOUSE COLLECTOR

A BIRDHOUSE COLLECTOR (Lyrics) song for Scott

IMRE LODBROG