Hello, nice people,
I made"Doin' Fine" a time ago and it was one of my first attemps to use effects and sounds like risers etc... 
Now recently I listened again and thought, with some remastering it is a humble attempt, to bring the feeling you have when you're young. 

When your bed stands in the right place of the world, you're mostly "doin’ fine"

lyrics;

When I was 21,  I was doin’ fine
I didn’t have no car but    	 that  was fine
I didn’t have no money but		“
I          “        job				“
“                 House
I didn’t have no job    			Doin’ fine

 
When I was 21 I was doin’ fine
I didn’t have no car but    	 that  was fine
I didn’t have no money but		“
I          “        job				“
“House
I didn’t have no job    			Doin’ fine

Who needs a car
 always someone drivin’ you no matter how far
I was Doin’ fine

When I was 21 I was doin’ fine
(….)

Only 21 Don’t miss the fun

Always someone to take care of me
Always someone to pay the bills for me

Don’t want a job
Always time enough to work my but off
Time enough to work my but of
Doin’ fine

Don’t need  a house no way 

no way 			no way 
that means I have to stay on a permanent way
								Only 21 doin’ fine

Don’t need  a house 
no way 
that means I have to stay on a permanent way

the world is my home

Doin' Fine   remastered

This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

LYRICS

Living times
Lifetime's gone,
Crisp at dawn
Mellowed by the sun.

Golden horizon, all at stake,
People arrive at the fray.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one shows, we've given our best.

Times have come
Times have gone,
Past tense
Is the chosen form.

Till the plain, caught up surrounding 
Our heart, our soul, our own.

No one knows the roots of our past.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.

Shear moonlight through my window.
Riding sideline, drawn-out timeline.
Taste so quaint, virtuoso.
Hello blueprint: unchecked, untried.

See the way
Script what may,
Humbled by the song
Promises go on.

What is this, hold on exist,
Gotta love our land, our smile, our pain.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one grows enliven the guest.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.
No one knows the roots of our past.

The Roots of Our Past

This world of ours is nuts.

So, in an act of utter lunarcy I have decided to marry the moon and bugger off somewhere else.

Herewith my serenaded pledge of love and proposal of marriage.

I have every confidence.

Goodbye everyone.

Goodbye.
__________________________________________________________________________

Selene

Now every sun has set
Dark as it can get
No dawn will bless my crescent dreams
Of touchdown on your crater lips
Sweet penumbrally eclipsed
Selene
Entrust me to Tranquility’s sea of moondust for infinity
Phase my mind with dark-side thoughts pristine
Selene

Unpick your tidal lock
Let that planet run amok
Let’s spin away to astral pastures green
Helium-3 wedding isotope
We’ll solar system-atically elope
Selene
Ultimate caesarean birth, father Theia and mother earth
I adore your ellipsoidal slight scalene
Selene

Your pert axial tilts will carry me, ah won’t you marry me?
We’ll wax and wane as one, making moonlets, the stars between
Selene
_______________________________________________________________________
Photo courtesy of NASA

Selene

“This is me expressing how much I love and am grateful for my family, our life together and that I need them and appreciate them dearly”. 

I’M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU 

Dreams are all I’ve known
Universe can you hear me? 
Hear me loud and clear? 
Find me who I know is out there for me 
Hit the best shot you’ve ever made 
I can appreciate what’s worth having don’t come easy
No, it won’t come easy and…

I’m so happy I found you
I’m so happy I found you 
I count my blessings I have you here with me
I’m so happy I found you 

You are everything 
I love you all so dearly 
Know that you are always there right with me 
I appreciate you are all that I need for my whole entire life, yeah and…

I found you

© Heart House Records 2024

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Heart House Records
Mastered by DOLBY

I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU

SO MANY THINGS SO MUCH TO TELL
FOR ME TO SING AND PUT YOU IN A NUTSHELL

MICHAEL TU PIGES 60 PIGES
LÀ OÙ TU VAS J’EN SUIS PASSÉ PAR LÀ
QU’EST-CE QUE TU CROIS?

TO CELEBRATE YOU TRUE WEIRDO
OH HOW I WISH I WAS MARLENA SHAW

MICHAEL TU PIGES 60 PIGES
LÀ OÙ TU VAS J’EN SUIS PASSÉ PAR LÀ
QU’EST-CE QUE TU CROIS? 

WISH I COULD SHARE SOME TUNES WITH YOU
AND JOIN YOUR MUSIC ASSHOLE CREW

MICHAEL TU PIGES 60 PIGES
LÀ OÙ TU VAS J’EN SUIS PASSÉ PAR LÀ
QU’EST-CE QUE TU CROIS?

TRAVELLING MAN A BIT HARD OF HEARING
MAKES YOU MY FRIEND ALMOST A SIBLING 

MICHAEL TU PIGES 60 PIGES
LÀ OÙ TU VAS J’EN SUIS PASSÉ PAR LÀ
QU’EST-CE QUE TU CROIS?

NOW LET’S SIT ON A STOOP
CLIMB ON A ROOF
LET’S HAVE CHAMPAGNE
JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT

MICHAEL TU PIGES 60 PIGES
LÀ OÙ TU VAS J’EN SUIS PASSÉ PAR LÀ
QU’EST-CE QUE TU CROIS?

CELEBRATION OF A TRUE WEIRDO  (Lyrics) song for Michael

This song sounds like it could be in one of those bad 60's Elvis movies.
A late night jealousy motel song.
From the Album: "Arrhythmia & Blues" 2024

Lyrics:
Don't leave me lonely
I love you only
We're playing the blame game
Every night

Ahh, well, we go out
Almost every Saturday night
And it always ends up
Ends up in a fight
Because I see that you're making eyes
With every man in sight
(You're manipulating me, Baby!)
(You're really pushing all my buttons)
Don't leave me lonely
I love you only
We're playing the blame game

I'm out for a walk
A woman comes up to me
She says: I want to take you back to my secret sanctuary
I see you're looking for a thrill
Come back to my Bastille
I'm gonna do bad things to your body
And bend you to my will
And you say with those crazy eyes of yours
"Oh no, that man is mine!"
(Oh, baby)
(Baby baby baby)
( I don't even know who this woman is)

Don't leave me lonely
I love you only
We're playing the blame game

You're waking up the neighbor
Saying things that you can't take back
We've got to stop playing this blame game with each other
Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta
Stop playing
The blame game

The Blame Game

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eddyoffline & The Junez Mosquitos 2024

Raymond James was his name given at birth, but everybody called him Ray.
He lived nearby to me when I was growing up. Never had a lot to say.
Ray’s old man came home from the war in 45. Met a girl named Gwen, began to date her.
They were married soon & bought a little house.Ray came along just one year later.
All the kids in the neighborhood would meet at Ray’s. There was a vacant lot next door.
We played games until it got too dark to see. The next day we’d come back for more.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

When Ray came home from ‘Nam he settled in to stay. Went on a date with Mona Dunn.
First love is the best, they say, and that was true for Ray. The first, the last, the only one.
Ray and Mona built a house next door to mom & dad. His dad gave him that piece of land.
They worked well together built that house with their own hands, with just a little help from Uncle Sam.
Mona died from cancer, it was nineteen eighty one. Both his parents died in eighty-three
Ray stayed on in that old house, he said, “I’ll never run, this is still my house, makes sense to me.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

Found out yesterday that Ray had passed away last month. We all are struggling with our grief.
There’s been a pall on the whole damned neighborhood. No one knows what to believe.
You know they didn’t even have a service when he died, like they did for his wife, Mona.
None of us could have attended anyway. Thanks, again, Corona.
And so tonight we’re gonna celebrate the way we can. Hide’n Seek in the neighborhood.
The kids will all be playing – even moms and dads. Here’s to you, Ray, you were good.


CELEBRATION OF A TRUE WEIRDO (Lyrics) song for Michael

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