Original Country song inspired by the TV Show "American Pickers".

INDIAN IN THE BACKYARD (Lyrics Tony & Phillip - vocal/guitar Phillip Clarkson)Original 2014

One delightful experience !

https://soundcloud.com/janineandtheproblem https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson https://soundcloud.com/midiits
janine levinsOn : vocals 
jOse freitas : farfisa - bass - acOustic guitar
mOag : sampled drums - tremOlO guitar - mix

You and me got the same disease
We're always feeling snubbed
But other people got other people problems
They don't think about us -We just got ourselves to love

But oh oh can't they see we're coming in their direction?
Woe, woe, what will be If we can't make the connection?

Nobody sees, they don't notice me
I walk among the dead
Those other people got their other people problems
They ain't thinking about me. 
They're inside of their own heads

Oh, Whoh, can't they see I'm shouting in their direction
Woe, woe, woe is me you know I need connection

The streets are full of buzzing dreams
a hive of blinding energy
stories walking on two feet
and every one a burning sun!!

We still got the same disease
We're always throwing stones
Too much thinkin' about other people's problems
But we still got us We don't have to be alone

Oh, Whoh, can't they see I'm shouting in their direction
Woe, woe, woe is me you know I need connection

Janine & the PrOblem w/mOag - Other peOple prOblems

3.7.20i

Inspired by a memory of harvesting sedge for thatched roofs. Swinging the scythe is fun, listening to the warbler birds and watching for small lizards and other wildlife. It becomes hard work and then the sharp edges of the long dry grassy leaves cut your fingers to ribbons. It is a rewarding and 'real' feeling to carry the bundles away from the fen bank by small boat.

Scything Sedge

Nobody There Had Anything

Part of a new batch of songs we are finishing up and using to learn to master better on our Tascam DP24.

As lonely as this night is, it won't be very long
til I can see her brown eyes
and tell her I was wrong
I've been so very sorry		
and not just for the heartless words I said
I hope she's still my baby          
and not just the pretty girl next door

I hope she doesn't keep me hanging on 
Quite as long as I did her
and even though I probably deserve much worse	
I just don't think that I'm that strong

As lonely as this night is, it won't be very long
til I can see her brown eyes
and tell her I was wrong
I've been so very sorry
and not just for the heartless words I said
I hope she's still my baby
and not just the pretty girl next door

I hope she'll take me back again tonight
humble as I am now
and even though I probably deserve much worse 
I hope she'll take back her crown

I hope she doesn't keep me hanging on 
Quite as long as I did her
and even though I probably deserve much worse	
I just don't think that I'm that strong

Lonely as this night

https://music.apple.com/us/album/nuts-single/1842374018
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/6l4Z7AM2LCNpGf3XFT9gVW
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iLDvXn0SKw
https://touchofthewood.bandcamp.com/track/nuts

My daughter and I made this melody. It was kind of “formal “ song. I arranged this as “funny” one this time and she was not quite happy at first.  But I beg her and beg her and beg her, finally she said OK to release this and did the drawing for this.

Nuts

Veröffentlicht von: deutsche musikalische Hilfsmittelgesellschaft.ev aka https://soundcloud.com/cosmic-ratzzz
Music, arrangement, final mix - Cosmic Ratzzz; Alto Saxophone - joerxworx

Lebensfreude /  Cosmic Ratzzz & joerxworx / Lunatics 17

Naked Eye Astronomy 
(Words and Music by David Stephenson 2020)

If I ever really lost you, I would have had to find you
But the haystack hid the needle
And the needle moved around and around
From town to town

The approach, the collision, the after-parting
Seemed over before it even started
From my position it seemed to last a long, long time
A long, long time

The convergence of our orbits
There's proof it really happened
From nosey neighbors and naked-eye astronomers

Boil it down to the brain stem
Neuropathy, a friction
Were the sparkles a mere  figment
An illusion, pure fiction
Pure fiction 

The convergence of our orbits
There's proof it really happened
From nosey neighbors and naked-eye astronomers

They say it was over, before it even started
They say it was over, before it even started

Naked Eye Astronomer

Hunting Horn!

I’ve got your number
You’ve got the time
Let’s sit together
It’s not a crime
For us too

Sing out in pieces
Lay down in rhyme
Refine our borders
Draw down the blinds
And make out

Like lovers are want to do
Like this boy would like to
Girl

Can’t you hear the bell ring
It’s over
I’m though 
Laying on the canvas in front of you

Just like a movie
My heart flutters 
Soft lighting
In technocolor
Ooh

Break out that smile
Your dignitary
I’ll have to file
For mercy baby
And kiss you

Like lovers are want to do
Like this boy would like to
Girl

Can’t you hear the bell ring
It’s over
I’m though 

Whoa oh set me by your side
Until now 
My life has been
Misapplied 

Like lovers are want to do
Like this boy would like to
Girl

Can’t you hear the bell ring
It’s over
I’m though 
Laying on the canvas in front of you

You can wear my jacket
Bequeath it
To whatever cause you might
Write a new writ 
And hold me

Tight like you want to 
You know I need you
Be still my heart
But not like it’d be
If you ever left me

Like lovers are want to do
But unlike this boy would like to
Girl

Can’t you hear the bell ring
It’s over
I’m though 

Whoa oh set me by your side
Until now 
My life has been
Misapplied

Misapplied

Bad keys, shaky shakers, 
acoustic and tremolo guitars... 
I try to not grill ALL of these ingredients
ALL of the time... but it’s hard.

Janine & the PrOblem w/mOag - Other peOple prOblems

man On a grill