Music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqmnp3KQnVs
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Creeper
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well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet
hiding in shrubs, crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper 
creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees
and if you need me, you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

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see a cottage, ‘round two-hundred feet…
peeking in your blinds! crazy way to meet, girl! :)

I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street 
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper gellin’ to my radio
moving up your street, hop into my backseat
I got down around 200 feet, hiding in shrubs…
crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees, and if you need me
you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

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where are you girl?  I get low down
smashed around looking for anyone not a clown
out there in the summer heat; crawling through your shrubs…
crazy way to meet, girl!

where are you now?  I get low down
smacked around looking for anyone not a clown
out there around 200 feet, hiding in the trees
crazy way to meet, girl!

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet…
hiding in your shrubs, crazy place to meet 

giiiiirrrrrrrrrrlllllllll!!!!!!!!!!

Creeper

just a simple one mic, spontaneous performance,  me, some words, and a guitar.

Bay Of Pigs Lullaby

lost in the morning light
safe from the madness that binds the night
I'll be the good man enlightened, abated, anodyne

I travel naked with a mind left to the wind
you won't believe that this is all that is needed to begin
caught inside the wasted life you never know that you're bleeding

I hear the voice  of higher mind
all the rusted wires untied
I'll be the good man invited, elated, held in line

I leave a message to myself just to remind
there is no reason to be learning how to be unsatisfied
or be lonely

why does it seem so hard to find
why can't it last forever

I'm watching the birds go by my window
my heart is believing fire
and all will reveal in time

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Cast of Characters:
Steve's Planet -- @steve-vervaet — Steve -- acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
Mistrermark -- @user-432503709 — Mark — organ 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string fretless Warwick bass and Roland electric piano and organ
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– mix, mastering, and production
  
This song began with Steve, who wrote it on his guitar and sang it, before sharing it with Eclectic Collective about half a year ago, back in the fall. Always grateful to Steve for sharing his amazing music with us, we kept it alive even though it had stalled out on us for whatever reason. 
  We had a decent skeleton from our original go at it, but decided to scrap it, and start fresh. Ken, being the one who actually revived it, added his solid drums first, providing for a groovy foundation. Tez came next, surprisingly, adding his hooky guitar fills throughout. Mark hopped on shortly after, adding the organ you hear coming in around the 2:00 mark. Josh took his turn after that, even though it was only a couple of days between, by adding his fretless bass to complete the rhythm section. He also, in the same recording session, added the electric piano you hear throughout, as well as the organ in the first half. 
  Once it was in the can, we asked Stephen to mix it for us, in his always professional manner. 
  We all love working on Steve's songs, and admire him as a musician, singer, and songwriter. This makes almost a half dozen songs on which the EC has collaborated with Steve, and we're sure to add many more. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Steve's Planet

Please Come Home (Eclectic Collective with Steve's Planet)


as a child of the 60s and 70s Friday nights meant watching the Brady Bunch and Partridge Family
Had lots in common with Jan as the song eludes to. ( though no black wig for me..so far...)
Of course Jan and her Marcia Marcia Marcia rant became a pop culture phrase in the 90s and a meme in the 2k years.. .. funny for sure...but she deserves more our Jan
I wanted to write her a tender song from my adolescent perspective.
Marcia had Davey Jones.. now Jan gets a little  homemade Hand on the Rock... 

Middle Sister Jan

I watched her on the screen
In the 1970s
My favorite Brady, middle sister Jan
For me, Marcia was too perfect
Cindy just a baby
So Jan, I gave my heart to her, in our fantasy TV land

Like her I was bespectacled
Fair haired and full of freckles
The insecure and awkward school yard show
I did not make the football team
Or hang with Greg and Peter
Like Jan, a little slow to say hello

Hey Jan
I think I understand
What it's like to feel unappreciated 
But girl it's time to change our attitude
We've got so much more to offer
Forget those Marcia, Marcia, Marcias 
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
You are just like me you see
I hope you feel it too

Friday nights on ABC
With that clean cut family 
Jan was the voice that I could comprehend 
Anxious about the future
Jealous in the present
Lying about George Glass, her made up new boyfriend 

We were both introspective 
Confused with the objective 
Reflecting on our reflection in that mirror on the wall
Plagued with indecision 
Disadvantaged pole positions
How we looked, how we talked
How far we’d fall

Hey Jan
I understand 
You being stuck in middle land
But there's lots of ways to find some gratitude 
You don't need that black wig wonder
Let's forget our social blunders
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
Sweet Jan I see on my TV
I am just like you

Jan Brady, see, she’s a lot like me
Maybe she's a bit like you








Middle Sister Jan

SteadFast

(Dragging My Butt) Into The Sunshine

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY

Image: My dad playing on his porch at his and my Mom's mountaintop home. 
Jerry Terrell Sr. - Les Paul SG, Vocals
Jerry Terrell Jr. (J.J.) - Piano, Keyboard Bass, keyboard mandolin, keyboard fiddle

Fathers Day Collab with my Dad-Is it Raining at Your House (cover)

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

Let Lovers Rule!
Let all lovers rule the world
so that we will get a world without hate and war
and only sympathy is the law
that's my dream of a love regime

In my fantasy a world of love is what we need

Hate, violence, fear, guilt it all will be banned
no leaders who have the country in their bloody hand
with tolerance we respect gender, age, nation
with love as guide money looses its station

It's my dream you know what I mean

Let all lovers rule the world
no more alpha males with their evil will
no tyrants who let kill
with a thirst they can never fill
but churches for all or none at all
teach love, compassion and to forgive

In my dream you know what I mean

It's my fantasy, no me but we
take my hand

In a world filled with hope there's no need to fight
replace hate with understanding, all unite
guided by love, we don't let each other fall
offering kindness and support for and from all

It's my dream come on and help me!

Let all lovers rule the world
so that we will get a world without hate and war
and only sympathy is the law
that's my dream of a love regime

Let Lovers Rule

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement. If you listen and leave a comment I always try to listen to *your* music when responding! If you follow at random without any feedback I hope you get something out of that too... ; )

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Jeff Roberts