By the early dew
and the morning new
Let's play serious
By the crack of dawn
and the early yawn
We´re born

By the sea-shore breeze
and the things to ease
Let's play serious
By the warming sun
and the loaded gun
on the run

Let's play serious
with our eyes
Let's play serious
and be tight
Let's play serious
frivolous
dangerous
adventurous
Angel of ...

By Her Lioness
and her claw's caress
Let's play serious
For the ties professed
and the words confessed
We're blessed

By the Goddess Moon
and the month of June
Let's play serious 
By Venus and Mars
and a billion stars
Stars

Let's play serious
with our eyes
Let's play serious
and be tight
Let's play serious
frivolous
dangerous
adventurous
Angel of ...

For the times to heal
and the place to kneel
Let's play serious
for the summerrain
and the endless pain
We're sane

For the songs of love
and the things to come
Let's play serious 
in the clear blue night
and the feeling's right
We're tight

Let's play serious
with our eyes
Let's play serious
and be tight
Let's play serious
frivolous
dangerous
adventurous
Angel of ...

And for the times we falter
and for the thing to alter
Let's play
And from the crippled maybe
to forever, baby
Let's play
And for the record's spinning
and our bodies sinning
Let's play
And for the sounds of laughter
and forever after
Let's play
and for our bones decaying
and the words we're saying
Let's play

Lets Play Serious

Let's play serious

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
It's a just a dream
Don't worry about a thing
Don't worry about a thing
It's just a dream

They're turning green
The leaves are turning green
And it will soon be spring
Don't worry about a thing

Round and round we go

Stay a while 
Let me see you smile
Let me see you smile
Stay a while

Round and round we go
Round and round we go
Round and round we go

Stay A While

A cover version of Cold Night – originally by Swedish band Eskobar.

Cold Night

🔥  "Memories" by Avenhold is a melancholic alternative rock ballad featuring nostalgic lyrics, a reverb-drenched chorus, and an emotional atmosphere.

🎶  LYRICS 

0:00 – Intro  
0:24 – Verse 1  
0:42 – Verse 2 
1:00 – Chorus
1:36 – Bridge 
1:48 – Final Chorus

better off without you
better over time
that's what they keep saying
but I know it's a lie
nothing's been right
since you left my life

been trying to forget you
erase you from my mind
but memories keep calling
I answer every time
static on the line
echoes of you

memories
memories of you
memories
memories of you

trying to forget you
memories keep calling
trying to forget you
static on, static on the line

memories
memories of you
memories
memories of you

AVENHOLD™ - "MEMORIES" © 2025 | Registered with ASCAP

MEMORIES

[Verse 1]
Packed my bags, left the shore,
Ventura sun, I’d see no more.
Dad had plans, we crossed the sea,
But in Geneva, it wasn’t meant to be.

At first, it felt like something new,
American school, a different view.
But then he left for Africa's call,
And I felt lost, I felt small.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Verse 2]
Athens nights and Cyprus skies,
Each new stop, a piece of life.
But my heart was set ahead,
To the Holy Land where my soul was led.

Half the day with hands in dirt,
Half the day where books would work.
Simple life, the air so clean,
It felt like waking from a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Bridge]
Didn’t need a map, just a heart on fire,
Wanderer’s soul, climbing higher.
Maybe home’s not a place on a map,
But a feeling you chase and never look back.

[Outro]
Ventura’s waves still call my name,
But I’m not the same, I’ve changed my lane.
From Geneva’s halls to an open sky,
This is my life—I won't say goodbye.

[Final Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

Runaway Train

Weak Hero Class 2 (Soundtrack from the Netflix Series)

Pavlov's Dog

Where Wildflowers Grow   by Edwin H. Balder
I walked that old dirt road at sundown,
where the fences lean like time standing still.
Dust and memory rose beneath my footsteps,
the front porch waiting, silent on the hill.
Every summer evening, I heard them call me home,
but tonight, it’s just the wind, whispering alone.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
A rocking chair beneath a covered sky,
where fireflies once lit up my dreams.
Her apron smelled like sugar and roses,
his boots left prints by the old oak tree.
Every lesson, every laugh, every tear I came to shed,
are etched between these walls, though they’re long since left.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
The gate still swings, though no one’s waiting,
only heaven’s hands can hold them now.
But every season still brings back their laughter,
on a breeze that wraps me in their vow.
So I step inside the house they left behind,
but find their love in petals soft and kind.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
 wildflowers grow... wild........flowers
.............. grow!

Where Wildflowers Grow by Hot Cookie

bad trip

blue eyed lady

Pop version of the country Father Daughter Dance wedding song I wrote. Written by J.T. Patten, Lone Woolf Lyrics, available for cut, cover, collaboration, and sync.

FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE (Contemporary Version)

The bustling day has slipped away,
and gentle night begins to play.
It drifts from where your city lies,
then morning paints your hometown skies.
It feels so normal, everyday—
yet still, a wonder in its way.


にぎやかな日が過ぎていき
やさしい夜がそっと始まるんだ
君の街から夜が流れ
やがて朝が空を染めていく
あたりまえの毎日だけど
やっぱりふしぎなことだよね

blue eyed lady

Jim Alexander Armstrong originals and covers

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