Alone

A cover of a 1970's song from Dino Valenti and Quicksilver Messenger Service, performed by Mark Urso at River Song Music in RI. Release date Thurs., March 14, 2024. 
Mark Urso, vocals, G&L tele Bluesboy guitar through an EVH emulation on a Kemper amp head. The pad is a Polymax Synth plugin from Universal Audio called "Tremelo Pad." Mastered through a DBX EQ and ART Pro VLA II leveling amplifier. Shure SM7B microphone w Echoboy FX on vox.

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Don't Cry My Lady Love

Baby
I know this seems complicated
But I think you should just let me rock yo' world
Like MJ
Ain't that how it supposed to be?

Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Catching up, it catching up more, that's tonight
Yeah, Fendi pockets stackin' up more, we too nice
Yeah I'm 'bout it baby down to the core
That's tonight for ya
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ

We over here meditating right in my den
Ha, right in my sauna
Ha, right in my lair
Ha, but shake it girl, don't care
Ha, shake it girl, don't care
Ha, shake it girl now let's have some fun
It's okay
Ha, she a bento box, full of surprises
But she know that be just what I like though
Never knew I triggered her inner-psycho
Now she always wanna kick it with me Lionel
Now she always wanna, cosplay for me
Now she always ask me "Am I your weeb?"
She said next it's gon' be Mai Shira-nui
Ha yeah, then let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ

Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Catching up, it catching up more, that's tonight
Yeah, Fendi pockets stackin' up more, we too nice
Yeah I'm 'bout it baby down to the core
That's tonight for ya
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ

She do it like a race
Only first no second place
Do it like a race
While I'm sippin' boba tea
Now she honor me
Hence why she a freak for me
Forget the enemy
'Cause we outside we traveling
Where you tryna go?
I say Nagasaki
Love the style of my life
Fast life Kawasaki
Let her do all the talking, no need to get cocky
We switched over to that Yenni
And I do it slightly
Said she like a life of color ha, RGB
I say maybe it's why we work so well in synergy
She say you're the only place I find this energy
Then ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ

Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ
Ha, swing you right through my world
Ha, you my MJ
Catching up, it catching up more, that's tonight
Yeah, Fendi pockets stackin' up more, we too nice
Yeah I'm 'bout it baby down to the core
That's tonight for ya
Ha yeah, let me rock yo' world
Ha, like I'm MJ

Dęstiny Dęstination

Based Off J.Cole And Kendrick Lamar Rap Beef.

Might Delete Never

Detective Henry Yucknut

The Good Stuff

My older brother taught me the chorus when I was three. 😀👉 Southern Rock, Alternative Rock, Storytelling 👉 Music Playlist: soundcloud.com/jimqwik/sets/witty-tunes

Skeeter On My Peter

Bad Romance

It's the Final Countdown.mp3

This song, "Mal’ta Boy," is a powerful meditation on ancient human ancestry, genetic memory, and the invisible threads connecting modern people to our prehistoric forebears. It draws heavily on the real-life discovery of a 24,000-year-old boy whose remains were unearthed near Lake Baikal in Siberia, frozen in permafrost for millennia. His genome, sequenced in 2013, revealed groundbreaking insights into human migration: the boy belonged to a population known as Ancient North Eurasians, genetically intermediate between modern Europeans and Native Americans, but distant from East Asians—suggesting early waves of people crossed the Bering land bridge from Siberia to populate the Americas, while others spread westward into Europe. The lyrics frame this as a "ghost in the genome," a silenced voice thawed by science, emphasizing how DNA preserves stories of migration, survival, and shared heritage that echo through time.
At its core, the track celebrates the resilience of human lineage amid ice-age isolation and loss. The verses rap about "dig[ging] through the code, deep under the ice" and "tribes spl[itting] north, and the fire went west," evoking the boy's burial in a cultural context of mammoth ivory artifacts and symbolic art from the Mal’ta–Buret' culture. The chorus laments his "frozen" silence but affirms that "half of me remembers, half of me forgot," underscoring the boy's DNA's role in proving that up to half of Native American ancestry traces back to such Siberian populations, linking disparate continents in a "single spark." Psychedelic breakdowns and the bridge delve into "whispers of lineage" and "mutation’s hymn," portraying evolution as a chaotic yet connective force—much like the swirling organ and guitar duel that mimics "cosmic archaeology."
Ultimately, it's an anthem of unity: "We all remember—we’re all the same," reminding us that the past isn't erased but encoded in our blood, waiting to be decoded. The fading outro seals this with a spoken invocation of "ancestral whispers through the helix chain," turning scientific revelation into a soulful, almost mystical call to honor our collective origins.

Mal’ta Boy

HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON

THIS PLANE MUST BE READY FOR LANDIN
IT'S AS LOW AS I'VE BEEN FEELIN
I'M GETTIN TIRED OF CHASIN
SOMEONE WHO AIN'T UP TO FACIN
WHEN WE SAID FOREVER
GOODBYE WAS A WORD I NEVER WANTED TO HEAR

     CAUSE I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON
     SO THERE'S NO PLACE THAT YOU CAN RUN
     A FOOL WHO WON'T LET GO
     FEELS TWICE THE PAIN TEN TIMES AS SLOW
     I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON
     NO MATTER WHERE YOU'VE GONE
     I'LL FIND OUT WHAT WENT WRONG
     AND NEVER GIVE UP CAUSE I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON

I CROSSED THE CROSSROADS TO FIND
I WAS ALWAYS A STEP BEHIND
GUESS I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SLOW
CAUSE I WAS THE LAST TO KNOW
LOVE WAS UNSTEADY AND
YOU WERE GETTIN READY TO MAKE A CHANGE

     BUT I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON
     SO THERE'S NO PLACE THAT YOU CAN RUN
     A FOOL WHO WON'T LET GO
     FEELS TWICE THE PAIN TEN TIMES AS SLOW
     I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON
     NO MATTER WHERE YOU'VE GONE
     I'LL FIND OUT WHAT WENT WRONG
     AND NEVER GIVE UP CAUSE I'M HUNG UP ON HOLDIN ON

WORDS AND MUSIC BY BOBBY BLUME C 1981

Hung Up On Holdin On

Hung up on holdin on

Music has always been the beating heart of Jim Quick's existence, a loyal companion through the highs and lows of life. However, during a quiet interlude, Jim stepped back as the world paused in the grasp of a global pandemic, only to rekindle his love for music with renewed enthusiasm. 

During this period of introspection and solitude, a new wave of music was born—songs that emerged from the depths of his soul, meticulously shaped by the turbulent yet reflective ride of recent years.

Over these transformational years, Jim Quick's music engineering and production prowess has reached new heights. His expertise spans a broad spectrum, from the nuanced art of recording to the detailed process of music production, leveling, and the complex ballet of final mastering. Each layer of his skills contributes to a richer, more immersive listening experience. 

As you press play, prepare to be carried away on a wave of groovy tunes, each note a testament to Jim Quick's remarkable journey of rediscovery and mastery. Get ready to groove to a collection that encapsulates the essence of resilience, passion, and the relentless pursuit of musical excellence.

https://soundcloud.com/jimqwik