LET'S TAKE A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT IS IMPORTANT ... REALLY !!! IF THEY TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM US ... WHAT WOULD WE WANT MORE THAN ANY OTHER THING ?! IF EACH OF US DID THIS THOUGHT MAYBE THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE ?? I DON'T KNOW ... LET'S TRY

A LOOK AT THE WORLD

ballistic

Lamentation

The season of Thanksgiving (already enjoyed in Canada)is upon the US. And Christmas approaching,right on the heels of these family gatherings. In the midst of it all, wars are ongoing, and all the while hatred soars. What's a helpful message in the midst of all that? Hold On (To Someone)...onto someone, not something. Time to share some hugs.
Hold On (to someone)

    The best prediction for the future is the past
    For the further back you look
    The further forward that you see
    Carpe diem … to seize the day, no need to pray
    Far beyond the pale, a little faith will conquer all your fears
    Make love with your words before the end
    For the further back you look
    The further forward you will see
    I’ve seen… the end
    When all… that is left
    I’ve seen…the end
    When all... that is left
    Is to hold… onto someone
    (Lead Break)
    The best prediction for the future is the past
    For the further back you look
    The further forward that you see
    I’ve seen…the end
    When all that is left
    Is to hold onto someone
    Hold onto someone

Wigmore: music, production
Allen: guitars, bass, vocals, lyrics

Hold (Onto Someone)

'utopia' 

Cast of characters: 

one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – melodic guitar, lyrics, vocals 

cgmaness-- @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – guitar intro 

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell –electric piano, synth   

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen – guitar solo and e-bow guitar 

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– textural guitar, mix, and production 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –five-string fretless bass guitar, original seed 

The Eclectic Collective – composition

lyrics:
Can't obtain no fucking mortgage. 
And I can't pay no fucking rent.
I would rather you probe me 
than get fucked by our government
who attempts to control me 
and put nonsense in my head.
Who would rather see me
livin' in debt or end up dead.
Come and take me away.
Beam me into space.
Fly me to a planet
where there exists no hate or greed. 

Take me to Utopia.
Teach me all your ways.
Save me from dystopia.
It's time to turn the page.
Something better must exist
out there beyond the stars,
where everyone can love and live,
unlike what's become of ours.

utopia (with the Eclectic Collective)

I exercise every day and I watch what I eat
I count my calories on myfitness pal and I try not to cheat
I apply my sunscreen diligently, so I don’t get sunburn on my head
I try to sleep for eight hours each night when I go to bed

Every time I look in the mirror, I try to squint my eyes
Cause every time I look in the mirror, it makes realize
That all the things I’m doing, to try to stop the decline
Maybe I should just take it easy and have a good time

There’s a 45-year-old tech tycoon getting transfusions from his teenage son
He’s a modern-day vampire, trying to stay young
He spends two million dollars a year trying to reduce his age
He’s like a chimpanzee in a lab, experimenting on himself in a cage

They say that you’re only as old as you feel and that may be true
But if you’re a hundred  and you hit on a 20 year old 
people are goanna judge you
I think that guy should try to get a blood transfusion from Keith Richards
Cause that guy’s done everything wrong and he’s still going strong

Every time I look in the mirror, I try to squint my eyes
Cause every time I look in the mirror, it makes realize
That all the things I’m doing, to try to stop the decline
Maybe I should just take it easy and have a good time

All the things I’m doing, to try to stop the decline
Maybe I should just take it easy and have a good time

Stop The Decline

Ian Greaves

A Product Of The Funk

Another track from my up coming Anthology 2015 series

Was It A Dream (2015) Anthology CD1 Track 03

Far Away

[Intro]
Oh, take me back to the nights under southern skies
Where the water meets the fire, and the trouble never dies

[Verse 1]
Down in the bayou where the gators crawl
Moss hangs heavy like a ghost on the wall
Whiskey nights, long shadows fall
Back when the world felt ten feet tall

[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul

[Verse 2]
Southern Comfort in a cracked glass jar
Songs on the breeze from an old steel guitar
We were wild, we were free, swamp water baptized in me

[Verse 3]
Cigarette smoke and neon haze
We burned bright in those southern days

[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul

[Verse 4]
We danced with the devil, but called it a waltz
Dirt under nails, our sins were false
Cypress trees whispered secrets untold
The swamp had a heart, it was battered and bold
[Intro]
Oh, take me back to the nights under southern skies
Where the water meets the fire, and the trouble never dies

[Verse 1]
Down in the bayou where the gators crawl
Moss hangs heavy like a ghost on the wall
Whiskey nights, long shadows fall
Back when the world felt ten feet tall

[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul

[Verse 2]
Southern Comfort in a cracked glass jar
Songs on the breeze from an old steel guitar
We were wild, we were free, swamp water baptized in me

[Verse 3]
Cigarette smoke and neon haze
We burned bright in those southern days

[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul

[Verse 4]
We danced with the devil, but called it a waltz
Dirt under nails, our sins were false
Cypress trees whispered secrets untold
The swamp had a heart, it was battered and bold[Verse 1]
Down in the bayou where the gators crawl
Moss hangs heavy like a ghost on the wall
Whiskey nights, long shadows fall
Back when the world felt ten feet tall
[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul
[Verse 2]
Southern Comfort in a cracked glass jar
Songs on the breeze from an old steel guitar
We were wild, we were free, swamp water baptized in me
[Verse 3]
Cigarette smoke and neon haze
We burned bright in those southern days
[Chorus]
Take me down, take me back
To the good old days I lack
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Where the fire burned hot in my soul
[Verse 4]
We danced with the devil, but called it a waltz
Dirt under nails, our sins were false
Cypress trees whispered secrets untold
The swamp had a heart, it was battered and bold

Southern comfort.

Credit Note: The children ambient sound is from InspectorJ in Freesound

Prometer é nobre, cumprir é burguês.
Para dar esperança aos pobres, prometo outra vez.

Com o nobre desígnio de te aliviar
do fardo pesado que tens de levar,
do peso da vida, do medo da noite
do medo da fome, da dor, do açoite,

Eu canto vitórias, prometo bem-estar,
prometo que o dia está mesmo a chegar 
com frutos da terra, com bênçãos do céu,
e vidas gloriosas para além do véu.

E, mesmo sabendo quão fraco é o falar,
tu olhas meus olhos querendo acreditar.

Prometer é nobre, cumprir é burguês.
Em nome da esperança, prometo outra vez

Prometer é nobre, cumprir é burguês.
Para salvar teus sonhos, prometo outra vez.

Prometo saúde onde ela não há
Prometo alegria onde ela não está
prometo repouso para a alma cansada
prometo fartura nesta consoada

Prometo ternura e um beijo ao luar
prometo que o amor nunca irá acabar
prometo um abraço humilde e sincero
que espante os demónios da dor que eu não quero. 

E, mesmo sabendo quão certo é o falhar,
tu olhas meus olhos querendo acreditar.

Prometer é nobre, cumprir é burguês.
Olho nos teus olhos, e prometo outra vez.

Prometer é nobre, cumprir é burguês.
Para dar esperança aos pobres, prometo outra vez.

Orçamento de Estado

Songs with a twinge of humor (and some a bit more serious).  
I do not use AI to create my songs. 
https://linktr.ee/joe.stroffolino
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.

Stop The Decline

Joe Stroffolino