A song about our species' prime directive.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/YZ7r17TGFiE

The Nature Of Desire

© 2016-2025 All Rights Reserved Bud Merritt & floyd jane
Janice Merritt: lead & harmony vocals
floyd jane: lyrics, arrangement & melody
Bud Merritt: lyrics, mix, mastering & photo
No AI was used in the production

Ways Of Forgetting

we never worried much... about borderlines
stepping over them together.. in perfect time
I went along.. helping burn.. every bridge we ever crossed
you'd laugh and say "don't worry about what we've lost"

but I'm sick of tv, old songs, ...of who i've been 
a half finished book next to a fifth of gin     
a sad story or drink won't erase our last goodbye 
old ways of forgetting don't work                   
no matter how i try  

I danced across the strange landscape you painted
but following blind left me jaded
wasting away in your imagined playground
now I've gotta try ‘n turn my life around

but I'm sick of tv, old songs, ...of who i've been
a half finished book next to a fifth of gin     
a sad story or drink won't erase our last goodbye 
old ways of forgetting don't work                   
no matter how i try    

Ways Of Forgetting

This song is dedicated to the sublime sounds of Joliz and the poetic words of Hans H. Hiebel… https://soundcloud.com/user-198565200/augenblick

I had an old blue car no Cadillac
The sun in the morning at my back
Driving east follow the railroad tracks
Until I reach Montauk Point

Little summer towns all dressed in pink
A million places to stop and think
Throw a stone catch it before it sinks
Be back before the setting of the sun
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

I dreamed of Berlin and Amsterdam
Neon lights and a one way plan
Passport pages in a shaky hand
Standing in the line to board the plane

The night came soft with a lullaby
Backseat blanket and a blood-red sky
A girl named Jean with the clearest eyes
Said she’d wait but she cut and run
That’s how it goes when your 21

Worked as a DJ in a bayside town
AM/FM radio playing the sound
Of Sinatra, Chapin, and some old Motown
While kids played under the pier

Played midnight songs for the drunks and losers
Waited for dawn with the coffee boozers
Wrote some lyrics about shakers and movers
How they burned out just for fun
It was a flash and a bang when I was 21

Now I pass these roads from time to time 
The sun gets tangled in the power lines
I roll the window down shift to drive
But the past just fades and comes undone
Seemed easy like breathing when I was 21

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

simplicity180925

Don't Take That Curve

Another lonely Sunday here in my studio. It has been a few months like this on Sundays. My co-composer, lyricists, accomplished finger picking guitarist, and one of my best friends BobH is fighting brain cancer. Please join me in praying for Bob.  Thanx 

I am playing my fretless bass and lead guitar.  Band-in-a-Box is playing the balance of the tracks using my sound sources.

The Lonely Guitarist

Another SUNO reproduction of my original song . . . one I was pretty sure I'd never be able to create on my own in any listenable way.  As with the other SUNO Covers I have posted, it is 95% faithful to my acoustic rendition (which I have never posted, as I have done only a poor quality phone recorded version).  It's nice to hear this song come to life.

I know I promised not 
To crash your perfect skies
But I never thought how I’d be caught 
Up in the worst of lies
It was just a fling
a passing thing
I swear she didn’t mean anything to me
Just a sudden lapse of my sobriety

I know there’s no excuse
And nothing I can say
That can chase the rain 
And make the pain and heartache go away
If you want me to I’ll steal the moon 
I’ll wrap it in a box for you
Do anything you ask me to
if only you would stay

But if you hate me know
I will understand forever
If you hate me now
I will burn and fade away
But I hope somehow
That there’s still a chance
That we can be together
So don’t hate me now

I shook the heart of us 
and left it bleeding red
I took our life of paradise 
and buried it in dread
What I think I mean is we’re caught between
A nightmare and a waking dream
Where everything we loved it seems
Is gone and walking dead

You’re the one, my shining sun,
What I stupid thing I’ve done
To waste it in your eyes
Sure enough, we had a love
And I know I messed it up
And I hate me more inside

Lyrics and Music by Dj Lekich
(c) 2025 Dj Lekich

Don't Hate Me Now (Suno Cover)

A sentimental and sweet song in Bossa Nova style about appreciating the love of your life. Features the sweet voice of Diana Randall.



You

© 2011 Alan D. David, BMI / Diana Randall, BMI
(v1)
You, light up my stars at night
You, make everything so right
I don’t know what I’d do
If you ever went away

(v2)
You, lift my spirits high
You can always make me sigh
I pray to God each night
That you’ll always want to stay

CHORUS
If you ever said goodbye
I don’t know what I’d do
There would be nothing left
Of me without you

Instrumental Verse

(v3)
You, are the life of me
You set my spirit free
Without you I’d never be
The woman I’ve become

(v4)
You, you’ll never know how much
You can thrill me with your touch
It’s like magic when we kiss
When our hearts melt into one

Repeat Chorus

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I watched the sun go under
From the window of the train
City lights like scattered pearls
Through a fog of silver rain
Your voice on my shoulder
Soft as summer wine
I’m chasing down the distance
And the pictures in my mind
East of Indianapolis
On this twilight line

We dreamed of California
But never left the ground
I’m counting old postcards
From a life that’s coming around
There’s a rhythm in the window
Like the slow turn of time
And a ghost beside my shoulder
That I can’t leave behind
West of Illinois
On this twilight line

The dawn will find another town
And someone else’s sky
But I still see your shadow
Every time I close my eyes
And maybe love’s just distance
Measured over time
Between what was and what remains
On Hollywood and Vine
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line

Twilight Line

And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.

***

For he doesn't understand
Just how much she loves him,
And he doesn't understand
Just how bad she wants him,

And he doesn't understand
Why she's been so harsh to him,
So he walks away, once more
From his loved one's open door ...

By the fountain where they met
He is there on odd days,
Mondays, Wednesdays and the Fridays,
That is where he will stay,

And on Sundays, he goes home,
And he lets his eyes pour
Tears, awaiting the return
Of a flame that's no more.

***

And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.

***

For she doesn't understand
Just how much he loves her,
And she doesn't understand
Just how bad he wants her,

And she doesn't understand
Why he's been so harsh to her,
So she walks away, once more
From her loved one's open door ...

By the fountain where they met
She is there on even days,
Tuesdays, Thursdays and the Saturdays,
That is where she will stay,

And on Sundays, she goes home,
And she lets her eyes pour
Tears, awaiting the return
Of a flame that's no more.

***

And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.

When One Loves A Rose (UNPLUGGED)

James Delsono