Damn Good Tunes

Ain't Messed Up

I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 
(My mind ain’t working okay)
I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think I confuse you.


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone


Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn you got it all wrong
Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into writings
In case you still need reminding

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
 
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me)
Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me) 
 
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall 2021

Ain't Messed Up

The first pass of Velma
https://planetyes.bandcamp.com/

Velma

REALNESS TO GREATNESS ft. DMX

New song by Swive from the album Stereophonic Stylings Vol. 1

Written by Indio Romero and featuring Sidney Merritt on guitar and backing vocals, Charles Brownell on drums, Mike Santos on bass, and Indio Romero on vocals and guitar. Available on Bandcamp, iTunes, Spotify and various streaming platforms.

swive-sandiego.bandcamp.com/album/stere…-volume-one

Cat vs Vacuum

As the light from the morning streams in through the cold window pane.
All the ghosts in the city streets, hiding their heads from the rain.
You won't keep my city clean.
Took all my dopamine.
Raining and cold.
You can't give my dreams away.
Lost them all yesterday.
Mourning, now I'm old.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

As the noise from the cars gets in, hide from the night, you're in starlight, never day.
This way, you can never win, dont know where to begin.
Morning, Mrs Jones.
And, a check in the mirror shows where all the dark things go.
Always, feel the same.
Fuck it, let's have another line, forget the march of time.
Fire, it glows.

Ah, You don't even need to get far.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't need to know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

Morning (Que Sera)

sex and candy? NO, time to grow up. Sex and Weed

Sex & Weed Remix

Verse
Please allow me to reintroduce myself,  
I'm the echo in your prayers, your cries for help,  
I've whispered to kings and danced in the flames,  
Smiling sweetly while I call your name.  

Verse
I rode through Rome with a crooked crown,  
Watched empires crumble, then I burned 'em down.  
Lit cigars off a dying sun,  
Then sipped red wine while the plagues begun.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh! Can you guess my name?  
I wear every mask, I play every game.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! I’m the face in the flame—  
Just a friend with a taste for fame.  

Verse
I played chess in the palace halls,  
Whispered secrets through cathedral walls.  
Signed the deals that sealed your fate,  
All with a smile and a twist of fate.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! Can you guess my name?  
From the gallows to the halls of fame.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! I don’t need to explain—  
I’m the shadow that sings in the rain.  

Bridge
[Conga and Piano Groove]  
[Guitar Lick Solo – bluesy, teasing]

Verse
I kissed the lips of Marilyn’s ghost,  
Danced with rebels, drank with the hosts.  
I watched the world spin round again,  
And I laughed in the thunder and danced in the sin.  

Chorus
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! You still don't know my name?  
It’s been carved in stone and lit in flame.  
Ohhh- Ohhhh!! Don’t cry or blame—  
I just give you what you claim.  


No more sympathy for the devil

Save Me from Myself

Whistlin'

Skinwalkers

Shine

This is a repost of a collab with the brilliant Todd J McLean, originally posted on his Soundcloud account, 15 May 2025. Soundcloud.com/todd-j-mclean/water-to-wine?si=2debfe8ca9744b878dfc380a1a8ac430&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing)

WATER TO WINE
 
Words & Music: Goff Johnson
Vocals: Todd J McLean
Keyboards & Rhythm Guitar: Goff Johnson
Drums and Hammond Organ: Kat Hendrix
Lead Guitar: Tim Porter
 
Mixed and Mastered by Kat Hendrix at Absolute Time Studios, Vancouver, May 2025
 
About the Song

"Water to Wine" is a song about the appeal of perfection we often see online, contrasted with the seemingly unremarkable and ordinary lives that most of us lead. It’s a reflection on the emotional toll that comes from chasing validation through likes and follower counts— and the emptiness that can follow when the spotlight fades.

Our value, though, goes far deeper than what shows up on a screen and authenticity holds more power than appearances. Take a deep breath and if we look up from the scroll and take a brave look at the world — and each other — we might find something much more real!

Behind the Song (from Goff Johnson)

Ironically, while the message of the track talks about isolation and the cost of surface-level connection, the making of Water to Wine was the exact opposite of that! It came to life through collaboration with the incredibly talented Todd J McLean, who, in addition to his awesome vocals, and red-hot music connections, also created the cover art (Woman in Yellow Chair) for the track! The overall result is something far richer than either of us could have created alone.

Working together brought depth, direction, and new energy to the song — proof that the best things happen when we connect for real. No filters, just music, shared purpose, and mutual trust!

Final Notes (from Todd)

This is my first collaboration on SoundCloud. I could not have been more fortunate than to work with Goff Johnson, an immensely talented singer/songwriter/musician. When I first came across Goff, I listened to his entire Stories of Stardust album end-to-end .

Although Water to Wine is not part of Goff’s Stardust series, it is nonetheless a beautifully written song and it’s been a privilege for me to sing it. Besides, I love to sing the Blues. Thank you so much, Goff!

We owe a huge shout-out to both Kat Hendrix, a master musician and our producer, and Tim Porter, a virtuoso on guitar. It is a real privilege to work with these West coast legends.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Someone wrote a playbook for perfection 
with lives of photo ops, their outtakes seldom seen 
today a star, the next you’re a pariah 
“Be Kind” they say, but that ain’t what they mean 
 
Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine 
 
Verse 2 
Well there’s nothing quite as quiet as “the silence” 
after fame has passed, so flashbulb fast, away 
and i wonder if it really makes a difference 
cos the next in line wait for their time, to shine but not to stay”

Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine

Cover Art: Woman in Yellow Chair, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

Released by:
Why I Outta Records
Release date:
15 May 2025

Water To Wine

I wrote this song about my girlfriend and if you have someone in your life that you love and care about, then this song is for you. 

Last Song

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

Lost His Mind Today

Send Me An Angel (To Save My Soul)

A mid-tempo indie rock journey through the hazy landscape of the past. This is a song about how we revisit old moments, and how they shift and change with every telling as they travel through the dust of time. The lyrics explore how nostalgia can be both comforting and deceptive, but ultimately they are about accepting the binding aspects of the past and letting go, whilst embracing the beauty of the human experience and finding solace in the present.

Dust Off My Face

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

Fade

... a climb out of old patterns and into something clearer.

Elevating

im incredibly seamless since I was a fetus, I’m a numerical genius and my genital is a penis I’m sentimental with my sneezes and temperamental with my nieces.  my flows so cool it freezes.  Jesus.  I live on a bench in the back of a van with a yak and a clam and have map of the land of this thing we call hip hop, I cryp walk on tik tok then lip lock a fed fock got a lead foot and a red tush from lying in bed mush in my head pushing a hen in a bush then pretending to blush I’m never ending and nuts I use my pen and my guts to give a pendulum push to the Benjamin’s gentlemen look an Adrenalin rush, listen to zeppelin and Russ and there’s no one I trust I don’t give a fuck and I want to give up.  your fun to fill up with cum and your dumb and I’m smarter than Einstein, they call me the fried guy im on two different timelines.  Mandela effecter with a gorilla named hecter he stole from the zoo and acts as his protector.  Got a rotary phone upholsteries foam and most of these hoes just don’t know me no mo.  I can rhyme slowwwwwwww-mmmmooooo to keep the game in a chokehold 
then speed it up caus I am the goat yo.  master Mc mastering chi, removing my chakras in front of master p.  I’m a masterpiece a faster feast than miccy D’s got a dick with grease ready to friggin please.  Got with Pippens piece Larsa while we were both riding Marta to watch the bulls play the hawks California is where I get my weed, I’m a Bieber fiend, a believer, receiver, and I love to watch glee.  my Apple Watch gleams, your a tadpole at sea hopelessly floating and to blind to see you got a disease it’s called being wack, I seep so much ink I’m peeing black.  the mic? I need it back stop leaving tracks I’m a thieve on wax stealing the beat, charging a tax, departing from lax, farting in first class with Jack Harlow and fergie watching omeabas borrow and merging like adidas thirsting for loose sluts with cute butts to shoot up with goo just do what I do you’ll be fine and get laid too, we will kill both and afterwards we’ll make stew out of there corpses, I don’t reveal my sources, I am what happens when two opposing forces mash together in a flash  Im a diamond flying in lightning to Epstein island to jet ski and find men and friggin delight them when I serve them your ass a balloon with a tight stem I’m speaking of your rectum, Chester? I protect him and if he ran for mayor I would fucking elect him.  im sucking electric from a fucking diametric concentric pathetic generic kid who’s names eric, he smells like a ferret and talks like a Parrot.  so tell your parents we’re running some errands we’re philip and Terrance 2022 with plenty of guns and tools running the fucking fools into the ground that is under the bus that is under the sun with an elephants tusk sprinkled on my mind for good luck my names Charles not barkley or gnarls barfing up Carl’s Jr in the car and tending bar black astronaut to the stars all the scars on the way up are enough to make me throw up but I keep going growing and knowing I’m Edgar Allen Poe mixed with snow and I’m blowing bubbles at you your in rubbles the stew will now have 3 corpses caus I’m counting you.

Chakra Flow Ft. ai12DIE

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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