by-Matthew F. Blowers III


Sitting here with you close to me
no one else passing us by matters
Because you mean the most to me
We found each other amidst the crowds
And  we shared gentle conversations
In a room so loud,  but I only heard you.

And truth be told we didn't even have
 to talk, what we saw in each others 
eyes assurred us that we would know 
a righteous love.  

And now here we are again 
in the same place where we met 
and became two over thirty years ago.

Still as much in love as then, still knowing
The hunger that drew us to each other,
As we savor an anniversary cocktail.
You were my calming tonic through 
some tough times and I blessed you 
with many Chardonnay days of 
mellow and yet stimulating moments.  

 So today I toast you and your loveliness 
with a hot toddy 
In honor of your even hotter body, 
and you  smile at me  with a wink 
and a rub of my leg with your foot 
to let me know we can drink to each 
other with more than our eyes later. 
And I bend across the table to savor 
your ruby lips that taste of a strawberry 
Daquiri and they whet my appetite for 
more of such dabbling  to come 

A night of all of my most favorite things
undressing you eagerly  with my eyes 
and then addressing what lies beneath.
 But for now let us nurse our drinks that 
seem a bit on the low side and  order a
bit more to enhance the buzz  of this moment 
in time. Just sitting here with you
With the knowledge that nothing else 
matters except your most
 precious love

Sitting here with you close to me

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go

It’s inexplicable 
You just see the awful 
Truth 
The tragedy of youth 
How did he feel? 
Was it for real? 
No proof. 
Highs and lows
Voltage flows
You can’t feel what’s in his head 
Extension of memory suspended (pretended) 

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go

It’s unobtainable 
You can’t see the awful 
Truth 
The tragedy of youth 
Digital dystopia 
Trauma dysmorphia
No clues. 
Highs and lows
Neuro transmitters come to blows
A life collapsed
Because you’ll never read that synapse 

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go
(do you truly want to though?)

Who are you protecting?
When you know you’re not detecting
And everyone’s electing
Ambivalent consent
They don’t know what it meant
(Too late the life is spent)

You never knew
You’ll never know
Life is a crime scene
And there are places you can’t go
(do you truly want to though?)

It’s not Immutable 
Playback of the changing 
Truth
The tragedy of youth 
Why the only question 
Asked without cessation 
No proof 
Lows and highs 
Can be disguised 
Where there signs that you missed? 
Case closed. Another number for the list


Life is a Crime Scene

Abundance, success, wealth, conscious, spiritual, affirmations, inspirational, motivation

Abundance: A Cosmic Weastern Single

“Broken Echoes” is a conversation with silence. It’s the ache that lingers after the goodbye, the voices that fade but never leave. This track walks rainy streets of regret, carrying ghosts of what was, and what could’ve been.

Broken Echoes

Unapologetically bold.
“The Wild One in Town” is an anthem for anyone who's ever owned their fire and walked through the noise without flinching.
Fueled by confidence and soul, this track blends R&B grit with hip-hop energy — built for those who don’t wait for permission to lead.
Turn it up. You’re not here to be small.

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The Wild One in Town

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Sing with me… 

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Whispered Prayer

Track from the second ToneBoneMachine album "Ticket To Venus"
Chillin' songs to relax to. From Chillout to Neo Cool Jazz. Lean back and let it flow.

Ticket To Venus

No Place To Call Home

“Curtain Call” is a jazz-noir torch song drenched in glamour and fatal irony. With velvet vocals and lounge-inspired flair, it tells the tale of a singer bidding farewell—one alphabet, one act at a time. Backup singers whisper warnings, but fate waits in the wings. A darkly comedic eulogy to performance, pride, and the moment the spotlight fades. Step right, sugar… but watch your footing.

Curtain Call

Every step I took, I held my breath,
Never stepped on hearts to chase success.
If I shine now, it's not for show —
It’s the light I gave, not the things I owe.

Give give give give give more than take
No need to fake — just give more than take
Give give give give give more than take
That’s who I am, no mask to break.
Give give give give give more than take
Hearts don’t climb by stepping snakes —
Just give... more than take.

You see the title, not the tired nights,
Not the inner wars, not the silent fights.
You think I played the game, cut sharp and cold —
But I held hands, I broke no soul.
Yeah, maybe I’m high, but I’m still small,
Still that jeans shop girl in a mirrored mall.
Still feel the price tags, the shift bell’s chime,
Still giving like I did back in simpler time.

So let them think what they need to see,
But they don’t know what it cost to be me.
I'm not the story they love to paint —
I'm made of mercy, not of saints.

Give give give give give more than take
No need to fake — just give more than take
Give give give give give more than take
Don’t need a throne, don’t need a stake
Give give give give give more than take
Soul can rise without a break —
Just give... more than take.

"For what I wrote… maybe it hurts me
if that’s what people think of me.
But I’m not like that.
I give… rather than take.
I don’t see myself as a careerist…
Just a simple jeans sales girl."

Give give give give give more than take
The real ones feel it — no need to fake
Give give give give give more than take
Simple girl, with soul at stake
Give give give give give more than take
Yeah, just give... more than take

Give More Than Take

This version maintains the nostalgic soul of the original, but with a more urban, fluid, and modern rhythm, ideal for singing or producing with a cold and deep base.

Where The Wind Kept You

Solta o Peso

Just a wayward paralegal residing in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, literally in the shadow of Pike’s Peak.

Curtain Call

Matéo