Song by Tony Harell recorded at Buck's Place studio.

Son Of A Gun

At The End Of The Dream- bE AnOthEr

Live in Munich .. opening for .. Willy de Ville  !

Music   (git.voc.)  Hubert Stytz
Lyrics   Pee Gee

I was waiting for the midnight-show
In a place called  "The Spanish Rose"
I thought that s the way I like it
Let the red vine flow
As the curtain opened slowly
The lights were dimmed down low
The main attraction of the evening
Let the tension grow
She appeared like an avenging angel
With a bright but deadly smile
If looks could kill I would have died
Unable to move for a while

She left me behind in a fever
Tempting but out of reach
Like a " Joie De Vivre"
With a bitter taste in it

She danced the best flamenco
I had ever seen before
When her dress accidentally touched me
I was ready to ask for more
She moved like a heavenly creature
A hot bit of stepdance encore
When her skirt accidentally touched mie
I was ready to beg for more

She left me behind in a fever-  My Spanish Rose !
Like a "Joie De Vivre"
With a touch of flamenco flair
She left me behind in a fever. My Spanish Rose !
My Spanish Rose !

01 Spanish Rose                  Stytz/Pee Gee

She Keeps Me Holding On (2025).mp3

Hello… thanks for dropping by. This song is a loud, electric-slide song. It has overdriven slide, some homemade (learning how to:no drum kit) percussion, a vocal harmony and gravely vocals. I am happy I am able to do this at all, at 68 years of age… especially singing, which greatly wanes with age. (I really just started to sing within the last decade or so.) Traveling On… may be seen as a metaphor, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It might signify personal change or a movement toward and/or away from something. There is a hint of recognition, insofar as the unwavering essence of who we are… There is a suggestion of working toward peace. Again, this could be seen as metaphorical, in a sense of personal introspection. What do we espouse, condone and accept in this life for ourselves and society? Do you want to ‘Travel On’? Thanks for hanging out, Mark

Traveling On

Desperado (cover / Eagles)

🌕The Pink Moon... or Paschal Moon... or Egg Moon defined: 
https://youtu.be/oC86QUHTc7s?si=trQPptsmaaUmubeW
🥚🌕🎥🎹⁂©All Rights Reserved 04-2025
©Mixer, Mastering, Pro License, & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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The Paschal Moon To Passover

Under The Pink Moon

Under the Pink Moon

A reload of a song about the passage of time and wondering it you have perhaps let life slide by. Melancholy turned up to 11.
Lyrics
I'm 57 years old now, its hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
I hesitate and prevaricate, capitulate and procrastinate
Where the hell does that leave me now

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i have found that out and it's to my cost

Standing at the station with one foot on the train
But I step off and watch it roll away
Just watch the lights as they fade away

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i've found that out and it's to my cost..

I put off 'til tomorrow what I can do today
But today will soon be yesterday and tomorrow'll be today
So where does that leave me
Well somehow it seems
Between the devil and the deep blue sea....

57 years old now it's hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
Where the hell have these years all gone.........?

He Who Hesitates

Collaboration :
Hartmut : Acoustic Guitar
frenzie : Electric Guitar
me : Harmonica.

Cat Loop.

For my sixth birthday for weeks and weeks I begged my dad for a dog
But my dad didn’t think I was responsible enough and he was also kind of cheap
But I kept asking him constantly and finally he broke down
He gave me a little cabbage plant growing in a Styrofoam cup

He said if you take good care of this cabbage plant
Next year I’ll consider buying you a dog

I named him Charlie and I planted him in the flowerbed in the front yard
And every morning I’d go outside, and I’d feed him water and fertilizer
I’d update him on what was going on inside the house
And as far as cabbages go Charlie was a patient listener

Every night before I went to bed
I’d stick my head out the window and say goodnight to Charlie.

Our friendship was more than one of those passing fads
And every day Charlie grew until his head was bigger than my dad’s

And I guess my dad must have noticed too because one crisp autumn afternoon
Me and Charlie were sitting in the flowerbed listening to a baseball game
My dad came outside, and he said to me, it’s time for you to become a man

He reached down and he ripped my best friend Charlie out of the ground
For a couple of seconds, I could see his little roots gasping for soil 
Then we took him in the house and we cleaned and we gutted him

 And I swore that would be the last time I’d ever have a personal relationship
 with a vegetable of the cruciferous type
And as we sat around the table, eating our cabbage soup
It occurred to me I was so glad my dad hadn’t bought be a dog

I dedicate this song to Charlie because he made such a big impression on me
Those months we spent together made me so happy.
I go down the produce aisle at the grocery store.  I see those cabbages and it makes sad
I’m glad for the time we spent together.  Sorry it had to end up so bad.

Charlie (Cabbage Song)

File Updated 21/04/25 @ 19:14 GMT - More vox power in and mixed the drum and keys cheese a little higher... possibly still not enough cheddar there

Bass run live
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DItwK6NNYAk/?igsh=ZzkwbmkzbWxmazU0

Vocal run live
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DItiaLPt5_-/?igsh=MW0xNnR4ZXRuczg5bQ==

Acoustic warmup and some background
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DItU4cHNWRZ/?igsh=MTQzemFtcTV2OWxteQ==


The Other Side remake # 5. It started in 2002. Got adjusted in 2007. Had seperate facelift's to reflect new reality in 2015 & 2024. Now # 5 is truly Alive for The Other Side. Both the Song and me appreciate your time and love ♾️ If art is conscious in a universal sense as it's doing its job of inspiring love, then that appreciation from the piece itself doesn't have to seem misplaced...

It's great to make art... But the sharing bit can truly last and maybe it can actually transcend the artist as an energetic entity. Maybe all art is that after it's created ♾️ (unless souless ai made it)


Tempo 155bpm 4/4
Tuning 417Hz A and down one semitone then capo 2 (B string back up one semitone)

Lyrics

Why go beyond this face 
To no longer replace and only embrace this soul
You can’t grow while running from this
Down clenching your fist,
Your hot heads
Too mystical

Light up the other side
Light up the other side

I know to look to this place
Search every last little trace
Find why all is interlaced with the cold
(The Beautiful Dark: In order to.know we are playing with light we unfortunately need to understand the shitty darkness that exists in this universe most of which was created by what we currently refer to as  "humanity" - Can't recall a dolphin ever bringing evil to planet Earth - They show plenty of love though... maybe that's showing us how natural love is and where all hate comes from! Humans...)

Light up the other side
Light up the other side

Love like you mean it
Love completely
Is your heart beating?
Then love like you mean it!

We're wishing for middle eastern freedom
We're wishing for Tibetan peace
For 'free' Iraqi beliefs
We let go of Mugabe 🙏🏿 🥳
Zimbawes relief
Fuck you Burmese high priests
🖕🏽All black and white beasts

Rainbows of love
Your Dharma duties
Never end Peace and Love
No shame no doubt no guilt reigns

Just love like you mean it
Love completely
Just love like you mean it
Love completely

Light up the other side
Light up your inside
Light up the other side
Light up your inside
Yeah ➕📈


Notes
Man this feels good. It's like I'm handing a big chuck of myself over and its a good chunck of good in my head.

I pledge to write this song until I die and hopefully that means me making lots and lots of versions of this over the coming decades. It has to be rewritten because this song needs to reflect my reality and that always changes. When the time is right I'll pass it on to another human who I feel will be worthy enough to keep it going for another lifetime.

I wrote this song originally 23 years ago on a two octave Casio keyboard. It was so cheesily amazing. However the beat cheese was 155bpm of high tempo rhythm so when I went to write the lyrics I slowed the gait to try and say what I wanted to say and not sound like a chipmonk.

So today we go back to that gait and we do it without like sounding like a chipmonk and with new relevance for what I see in reality.
This is the result of the first wave of recompiling the idea again from scratch. I'll hone it now...

2002 Original Jam (Casio version)
https://on.soundcloud.com/KUfoFsjM5oUTyJgg7

2007 Version
https://on.soundcloud.com/zaTQnMc55Xaiuvc39

2015 (recorded in 2024 but in the light of v2015)
https://on.soundcloud.com/YzF6zUSGoTgCKkUx

2024 version
https://on.soundcloud.com/zewarjwwqzHtftZp7

The Other Side (2025)

Songs with a twinge of humor (and some a bit more serious).  
I do not use AI to create my songs. 
Recently I have had the urge to pick up my guitars (Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire) and I have been trying to use more guitar in my songs.  
My go to .vst plug ins are  EZkeys 2, EZ Bass and  EZ drummer 3) and my DAW is Logic Pro 11. 
I welcome your comments and enjoy listening to all the great music on SoundCloud. 
All songs are originals and copyrighted.

Charlie (Cabbage Song)

Joe Stroffolino