1989 VS 2021

Elcsolve

Дните се въртят като стара касета,
все едно живея в replay.
Но пак се смея, ей така,
дори когато всичко гори на slow delay.


Да, знам — животът не е феър,
но имам бийт в сърцето, не ми трябва air.
Сенките минават, но аз си стоя,
не перфектен — просто аз, това е моя flow.


Стани, човече, дай на сърцето шанс,
светът е луд, но още танцуваш сам.
Стани, не бъди фон,
всеки грях е просто още един тон.


Имам спомени, миришещи на дъжд,
и приятели, останали в грешен град.
Но светът не чака, върви напред,
и аз вървя с него — no regrets.


Да, боли, но това е играта,
всеки пада, после сменя картата.
Слагам усмивка, не защото е лесно —
а защото още вярвам в нещо честно.


Стани, човече, виж — утрото пее,
някой горе пак за нас се смее.
Стани, направи шум,
животът е ремикс — не го спирай, бум!

🎵 СТАНИ (STANI)

This song was created and Written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, Music and vocals by: 
J J Samuel

#AccosticRock #Indierock #Alt-Rock #Longing #Curiosity #Emotive #Introspective #Heartfelt #Dreamy 

“Unbroken Bond” ✍️ is about me and when I found out about my adoption and now wanting to reach out to biological family. But I don’t want to offend my mum and dad. It’s something I think about quite a lot! I’m curious to find out more about my birth roots. It’s only natural to want to meet them one day.  I was thirteen years old when my parents told me I was adopted and I was shocked at first but I think I always knew something wasn’t quite right. I have a lot of gratitude for my adopted family and they will always be my parents regardless if I reach out to my biological family. So this a reassurance and longing story about my adoption. It’s not something I usually say in person and tell people but this song can to my head and I just had to make it. My birth parents made a huge sacrifice but it have my wings for my flight and my love is unbroken even if we have never met.  My mum and dad brought me up and gave me an amazing life, I Couldn’t be more appreciative!  😢 🥰 ❤️

UNBROKEN BOND

127 Beats 777 by Divine Dictation ⁂©All Rights Reserved 10-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: LUCKY NUMBERS
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Got a message from a psychic last night
Said my number's triple seven
Shining bright
I laughed
I cried
I stared at the moon
Wondering if the stars were singing my tune

(Pre-chorus)
I asked the sky
I asked the wind
What’s the meaning of this game I’m in?

(Chorus)
God whispered softly
Said 127
A map to earth
A guide to heaven
Both align
Both feel surreal
But one’s a puzzle
The other’s the deal

(Verse 2)
Seven’s a jackpot
It spins in gold
But 127 felt ancient
Bold
The psychic smiled
Her eyes aglow
But God’s reply was a deeper show

(Bridge)
Numbers like riddles
They circle my mind
Seven’s the flash
But 127’s the grind
Who do I trust
Where do I go?
One's the spark
The other's the flow

[Chorus]
God whispered softly
Said 127
A map to earth
A guide to heaven
Both align
Both feel surreal
But one’s a puzzle
The other’s the deal

The Final Say

Lucky Numbers

💔☣(╬▔皿▔)╯⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2025
©Lyicist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: GENERATIONS IN THE ASHES
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
How many echoes does it take to fade
The voices of anger that history made
A cycle of pain spinning in the wind
Where does it stop where does it begin

(Chorus)
Generations in the ashes of blame
We keep lighting fires and feeding the flame
What has it built but walls of fear
Why must we live with dread each year

(Verse 2)
The shadows of yesterday cling to the light
They whisper their stories in the dead of night
What have we learned from the tears we’ve cried
If the scars of the past never subside

(Bridge)
A child is born with no hate to hold
The heart starts clean it’s not yet cold
But we teach the divide we draw the lines
And the cycle turns again with time

(Chorus)
Generations in the ashes of blame
We keep lighting fires and feeding the flame
What has it built but walls of fear
Why must we live with dread each year

(Outro)
How many steps till the circle breaks
How many hearts till forgiveness wakes
It’s not too late to turn the page
To end the tears to end the rage

Walls Of Fear & Dread Of Cold Hearts

Generations In The Ashes

⚠️ WARNING - READ BEFORE YOU LISTEN ⚠️
This song isn’t for the faint-hearted.
It’s a mirror for the betrayed, a confession for the broken,
and a wake-up call for anyone blinded by beauty over truth.
It doesn’t sugarcoat love - it exposes it.
Every line is real. Every wound is remembered.
If you’ve ever given everything to the wrong person,
you’ll feel this in your bones.
So listen carefully…
because next time, the lesson might be yours.
Be careful who you love.

True Story

I decided to take acoustic stabs at one of my  previous Christmas songs.  This song is based on my real life Uncle Lou.
The lead vocals (Rhode NT1  5th generation mic) and guitar (Taylor 114ce,  capo first fret, plugged in) were recorded simultaneously on two separate tracks and then I went back and added the backing vocals (strongly resisting the urge to add any other instruments).  
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Christmas comes once a year.
It’s a time of happiness and cheer and it’s also the one day that Uncle Lou gets to use his electric knife
He used to work in a butcher shop and all day long there was meat to chop.
But now he’s an accountant and his life is kind of dull in a mind numbing sort of way.

But when it comes time for Uncle Lou to cut the Christmas ham and turkey
he get’s a wild gleam in his eye
He says don’t worry I’m a professional
I know what I am doing
as we all try to get out of his way

Uncle Lou’s got the electric knife
And we’re fearing for his life
That poor turkey had no chance
I think I’m gonna wet my pants
We’re afraid that Santa won’t come
And if he does he’ll turn and run
He’ll take one look Uncle Lou
And his reindeers will be scared too

They say Electric knives have a high injury potential
And losing a finger is very consequential
But Uncle Lou doesn’t seem to care
He’s got the culinary version of a chainsaw in his hand
And he picks it up and he takes command
If he had a hockey mask you’d swear it was Friday the 13th
After a few minutes his job is complete
And then we all sit down to eat
Instead of saying grace we thank God that his fingers have survived for another year

Uncle Lou’s got the electric knife
And we’re fearing for his life
That poor turkey had no chance
I think I’m gonna wet my pants
We’re afraid that Santa won’t come
And if he does he’ll turn and run
He’ll take one look Uncle Lou
And his reindeers will be scared too

Uncle Lou's Got The Electric Knife (Acoustic)

Idris (the navigator) joins the crew of a salvage ship (the Vulture God). They take on a contract for the retrieval of particular ship, only to find it has been ripped part by The Architects... 

All guitar parts were played on a Duesenberg Paloma using an attack synth pedal.

Vulture God

Here is this year's holiday track from MJ-Brewer and yours truly. It's called Santa's Surf Shop.

vidya - www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8oRYNgtr…t=RDMMP8oRYNgtrrA

song by MJ-Brewer
Background singers - Liberty, Justice and Beth Jackson
guitar, drums, mix, production - TexMex Shaman
bass, jaw harp and lead vocal - MJ-Brewer
lyrics by MJ-Brewer

Come on down to Santa's little surf shop baby
He only closes one day a year
He can look at you once look at you twice
Don't really care if you're naughty or nice
As long as you buy from him

Well I remember the first time I met Santa
He sold me my first boogie board
Said he traded his sleigh in Atlanta
And got a hot rod rag top ford

Come on down to Santa's little surf shop baby
He only closes one day a year
He can look at you once look at you twice
Don't really care if you're naughty or nice
As long as you buy from him

Well Santa Claus had to retire
His last gig put a strain on his heart
All of the other reindeer kept crying
Because of Dasher's

Come on down to Santa's little surf shop baby
He only closes one day a year
He can look at you once look at you twice
Don't really care if you're naughty or nice
As long as you buy from him

Ho ho ho

Santa's Surf Shop

Santa's Surf Shop w/ MJ-Brewer

The Last November Friday RMX

I’m a song-writer who enjoys creating music of any genre.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released non-A.I. music. Since I've never considered myself a performer (except playing with worship bands at church or solo-piano at a rehab center) using A.I. is right up my alley.

Since I've  exhausted using my previously released music for A.I. covers, I now compose music in a DAW, rip to a wave file, and make an A.I. cover of this wave file. I then write lyrics to the A.I. music. It takes around 100 A.I. iterations to complete the lyrics and get a style I'm happy with.  

Brief Bio: Lived more than a quarter of my life overseas (Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan). Each country gave me an appreciation for different types of music plus probably why I get bored easily in sticking with one genre or another.

1989 VS 2021

Mike Krath