Life - Single

Life. Feat LUghz.  Prod By Premier Area Beats Mixed By Curtis Mix

Video; https://youtu.be/bYPsEd-WOQs?si=G8UxFbMa2avMsGUQ

Song written because of an observation I made of so many grandparents raising young children. Originally written for a friend to sing in the vein of John Mellencamp. He had done an excellent version of one of Mellencamp's songs.
I'll link to it as soon as I find it.
Sadley, my singer friend got sick and passed away. 
So, I was forced to do the vocal.

Grandma's got the baby

Grandma's Got The Baby

Too Much Fun

Psycho engage ,  demons of rage
  feeling the evil, tearing the page
  never-ending quest,  darkness unfolds
  aggression trives, wicked lies  told

  habitual ritual , a haunting display
  Craving  chaos,where sanity lays
  Blackened soul, wrapped in razor wire
  embracing  ones demons, never feels higher

  Lines of anguish, seen in  face
  architect of chaos,  forever  embraced
  conductor of pain, Psycho Mind on fire
  It's never over  . The soul never  tiers 

  taking pleasure2 from lies
  watching the soul ,watching it die
  no one to listen, to  ambitious visions
  no one to see, your demons decisions

Habitual Ritual

this is southern style Blues.
Gene Jumper, Bluff City Blues,( Original )-- Music By: Keitonie

Bluff City Blues

Bluff City Blues # 20, Gene Jumper,  ( Original) Music By: Keitonie

Haymaker   (Prod By Jay Fehrman) &( Mixed By DJ Evie E)

Sdmk: keyboards, arrangement, mixing 
Roy Roy:  guitar, rhythm arrangement, strings 

Sdmk: https://on.soundcloud.com/u2oZEvEKZvAuFRYj6

Roy Roy: https://on.soundcloud.com/SaED4cdyGTTzpDvn8

Music for Walking ( Sdmk / Roy Roy )

I’m tired of being the nice guy. I’m tired of being the fool.
I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of all these rules.
I’m tired of being a good sport. I’m tired of towing the line.
I’m tired of people taking from me what I thought was rightfully mine.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I’m tired of all these advertisements telling me what I need.
I’m tired of people saying to me that I’m never goanna succeed.
I’m tired of listening to bad advice that I did not solicit.
I’m tired of people telling me that my behavior is illicit.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

Tired

Dont Give Up Now

A Man” is the story of someone who’s walked through hell and came out changed. Calm, quiet, and steady, he doesn’t move like everyone else because he’s already fought battles no one knows about. This track is raw and honest, built from scars and soul. I’m tired of people telling me how to write and sing — I am Outlaw Country, and I stand my ground. What you hear in this song is survival, truth, and fire-forged grit. Nothing polished, nothing fake — just a man, and the sound of his soul.

A Man

A surf-rock story about a Florida surfer visiting his old girlfriend in San Diego—only to discover she’s taking him to the West Coast’s most infamous nude beach. He hits the waves, catches sight of the scene, and slowly learns to let go (and strip down). Classic beach humor, sunny twang, and a wink at West Coast freedom.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Flew in from F.L.A., board in the bag,
Ron John stickers on the rental rag.
Met up with my ex, she said, “Let’s hit the coast,
There’s a secret beach I like the most.”
She packed a cooler, said, “You’ll love the scene,”
I waxed my board, she spread sunscreen.

[Chorus 1]
I didn’t know about Black’s Beach,
Thought it was just another reach of sand.
Sunshine, shoreline, breakers to teach—
Didn’t know what was coming to this man.

[Verse 2]
Caught a clean set, feelin’ alive,
Looked toward shore on my final ride.
Half the crowd was bare as day,
My old flame waving—same old way.
I asked, “Don’t you mind folks that stare?”
She said, “It's your eyes drifting there.”

[Chorus 2]
Didn’t expect at Black’s Beach
To see the locals au naturel.
I wiped out twice, my jaw in reach—
Guess I’m the square, can’t you tell?

[Bridge]
Finished my run, watched the sun roll down,
Nobody cared, not a soul in town.
All easy smiles, nothing to preach,
Just bodies and laughter on Black’s Beach.

[Verse 3]
Pulled off my trunks, tossed ‘em aside,
Figured I’d go with the current’s tide.
She grinned and said, “Took you long enough,”
And man, that water was cold but tough.
Now we’re both tan in that golden reach,
Feelin’ the freedom of Black’s Beach.

[Chorus 3 / Final]
Now I know about Black’s Beach,
Just remember to take your trash.
Caught one wave, caught her heart again—
Livin’ free where the boss waves crash.

Dont Give Up Now

Matt James