Gratitude Pie: Thanks for all the playlists and comments on Funk'n Blisters Pt. 2

Bringing Back some track made with Traxx, few years Back. 
Sounds Okay, I  thought you may enjoy it :)

Music Mix & Featuring by Traxx
Vocals & Lyrics : Special Cecilia

WAY OKAY

Lyrics:
Muy Fuego
Look at those shoulders
That mamacita could go
Throughing boulders
For fun
You’d had better run
Before she treats you like she did that
Honey bun

Chase me instead
I like to live life on the 
Knife's edge

Mi Dios
Where did you find that dress?
Edith Head would be
So impressed
Muchacha loca
I am the man for you
Now put down that anvil and listen to

My spiel
As I kneel
And take out my comb to
Address my hair

Hold me tight
Well not quite that tight
I need to breathe
And I’m here to stay
You are my 
Living Dream

Kiss me now
And when you get a chance 
Could you please 
Put me down

Oh mi chica
You are my spicy
Paprika 
Can’t you see that I
Need ya
Don’t run away
You’re too fast
I can’t catch you
I’d be gassed
Don’t ruin my day

Look at those wrists
Put a bat in her hand and
Watch the hits

Muy Fuego
That mamacite es Fuego
Bonita chica

Muy Fuego

track from Humanfobia 2024 LP. "Plegarias Infernales"
// free download this track and the full album from 5 alternative links:
- https://archive.org/details/plegarias-infernales
- https://humanfobia-official.bandcamp.com/album/plegarias-infernales-2024
- https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Humanfobia/plegarias-infernales
- https://internetdaemon.bandcamp.com/album/plegarias-infernales
- https://hearthis.at/humanfobia/set/2024-ee-plegarias-infernales-ee/
/// Letra: 
Noche de ensueño con luz clara
conquisto a la luna con flores blancas
Noche de ensueño con luz clara
conquisto a la luna con flores blancas

Voces espectrales entre la niebla
El conjuro nocturno danza en la noche
Se manifiestan los seres elementales en la hoguera de las sombras
Aquelarre fantasmal, las brujas hemos salido a invocar.

Los símbolos sagrados se iluminan
las energías convergen en el fuego.

Cientos de pócimas y hechizos han sido ejecutados
después de la procesión los seres de las tinieblas nos reunimos en torno al pentagrama.

Aquelarre fantasmal, las brujas hemos salido a invocar.
Noche de ensueño con luz clara, conquisto a la luna con flores blancas.

Plegarias Infernales

PL∃GARIAS ᴉNF∃RNALES

Unlike our previous two collabs, Dan does lyrics, vocals and lead guitars on an instrumental by me.
I made a 7/4 track for him, knowing he can sail odd waves, and here you are the fantastic result !!

https://soundcloud.com/user-276716031: lyrics, vocals, guitar solos and fills, percussion, artwork on logo by WouWou
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: instrumental idea, rhythm guitars, bass, drums

Verse 1:
A promise was made
And It shouldn’t fade
The words were spoken
Then they was broken

We were in the bright sunshine
I thought she was mine
It’s not something you can pawn
And asa now she is gone

I was here forever beau
It was years ago

Verse 2:
But I thought it still held
Like a solid weld

A promise is a promise
Even for a doubting Thomas
It should carry some weight
It doesn’t have an expiration date

But a last I find
That things can unwind
And we are not together
In this Summer weather

Verse 3:
She made her assurance
But I had no insurance
From the broken promise she made
Yes our romance began to fade

Now I am in the dark
What was there was just a spark
Now I Don’t know
Which way to go

No direction in my life
Yes I’m living in such strife
Wondering if life means anything
My joy has no more spring

I am that sad guy you passed by
Not noticing the tears in his eyes

B E T R A Y A L (with Daniel Lockhart)

F-Zero 99 "Mute City" - Remix

Over There

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

Mrs. Rhymes & Lost Angel of Havik - Dark Desires

A composition In homage to Fjordane, beloved meloman cat. She passed away  in October 2024 at the age of 14.

Fjordane

Melodic, indie, progressive house. Music & photography, D.k.A Spencer. (Dedicated to Diamond. 🐈.

Do You Love Me

Sunset Boulevard Blues by Amy Fear. My Fault Music 2024.

Sunset Boulevard Blues

The Flavour Of Quarks

NEO MIND

Mayan space gods. part 6 - selective abduction.

Sunny Autumn Day
Lillithe: Music composition and Production


Sunny Autumn Day

words and music Kevin Gennery
image not my own

she came to me in darkness led me to the light
not been back this way since hoping this could be the night

have you seen her tell me have you seen her

our embrace is perfectly vivid still heady from her perfume
the look that Abby gave me pray the waitings over soon

Have you seen her tell me have you seen her
cause I need her lord knows I need her

yes my minds open always ready to receive
blessed and so grateful for the love she gave to me
but I needed more than be possibly be in a dream

Burdened by my own body half my lifes been spent this way
lost and going nowhere, need her more than these words can say

Have you seen her tell me have you seen her
cause I need her lord knows I need her

if you do please send Abby my way

Have You Seen Her?

a simplistic hip hop vibe with a lo-fi feel

simplism

Music by 69twoZero
https://soundcloud.com/tothm-and-friends
https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man
https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/69twozero-danger-zone

Vocals, Lyrics & Art by Cosmic Keanu
https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu

Nephilim

Born of darkness
Shadow conspiracy
Embodiment of Evil
Rebellion’s cursed seed 

[chorus]
Don’t believe the evil report,
do not be deceived
Over the powers of darkness
victory is achieved

When giants walked the earth
with hearts as black as night
Endless hunger for flesh and blood,
they left none alive

Built altars to false gods,
sharpened weapons of war
Brought murder to mankind,
sacrifices and horror

And when their flesh had died,
an end of their cursed line
Their demonic spirits roamed
with hatred for mankind

Roaming the shadows,
whisper hate and lies 
Plant seeds of corruption,
masquerade as our minds

Now demons roam the earth,
spirits as black as night
Deception is their weapon,
but it is no match for the light

[chorus]
Don’t believe the evil report,
do not be deceived
Over the powers of darkness
victory is achieved

Nephilim (69twoZero & Cosmic Keanu)

Back to my musical roots and reggae, this is a single, there's a dub version too, https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield/chill-in-the-fire-dub I'm really forever grateful to our SoundCloud family for being there and joining in with my collaborations and adding their own distinctiveness to the mix, cheers guys!

Vocals and lyrics Couch King https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents
Saxophone  Joerxworx https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Drums Bitzone https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Other Stuff Me

Mixed and mastered for SoundCloud @chaoscookhouse

hear me now
people of the world
let’s all come together and unite
with peace, unity, and one love, right
let the good vibes flow
come follow me now

if the worlds gone to hell
we’re chilling in the fire now
if the worlds gone to babylon
were gonna bring the hammer down
bring the hammer down

I used to rock the locks but now I sport a bald head
Got pulled over by the cops cause my tail light was not bright red
Asked to look inside my trunk because of the profiling of the dread
Now I sport a bald head and the cops pass me by instead
Babylon builders
Always want to keep their bread
Babylon builders
want you to want their bread
Babylon builders
Want to keep the sheep mislead
Gotcha worshiping false idols and keeping the Cesars well fed
In the good book it is said
Good fruit it is not shed
From bad trees we cut dead
Thrown into the fire but now false profits are widespread
Babylon’s on fire and false prophets are wide spread

If the worlds gone to hell
We’re chilling in the fire now
If the worlds gone to babylon
Were gonna make the hammer pound
If the worlds starts crumbling down
Were gonna chant it to the ground
And if Zion is finally found
Were gonna party in our shanty town
Party in our shanty town

I used to rock the locks on top my head
I said I used to rock the locks on top my head
Babylon wants to chop off the knotty dread 
Babylon wants to chop off the knotty dread
They can’t do it now
Kings and rulers claimed their power from up high
In days of old
The wicked say that blessed are the wealthy with the gold
Just like in the days of old
False prophets keep the people chained with their isms I am told
But I and I know that heaven can not be bought or sold
And I and I know that heaven can not be bought or sold
Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Chillin' in the Fire

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