Name: Buckey's Choice by Paul Baglyos in Eileen
Duration: 4 min
Description: One Strat and one Martin OM28 playing all the parts in this sonic weave.

PERFECT!!!!! so subtle... absolutly masterpiece..

absolutely gorgeous vibe and guitar playing!

Eileen

Guitar - Eileen
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So Close No Matter How Far

CREEPER

06/11/2024

Portal

Featuring - JayThaRose 
Produced by - Willhouse Beats

Lyrics:
Yeah, we back

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

Blunt, I just rolled, I'm off it
Me and bro, Austin
Hardcore coughing
Ripping that wax to tha (damn) max, no stopping
New strand dropping? I know, bro copping
I'm living life to the fullest
They loving the way we flowing
My lyrics are like your bullets
Be floating above the head
Praying they find this poet
Who got the skill, and he know it
The Rose, who killing opponents
I'll put that ass into bed
Smoking that hella doja
To put me up in a coma
No tose, but make a toast
To witnessin' like Jehovahs
Ball hard to get a Rover
Drop cold shit like Minnesota
Fuck with me and it's over
I put that on God
On my bro, on my momma, on my sister
Motherfuckers gonna hate ya, when ya ain't up in the picture
Pissed that I'm sick, and yo ass ain't sicker
Pass the patron, 'cause I only drank liquor

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

I'm running through my bars like a track star
Waxed to the max, I should wear Carhartt
'Cause my heart gives art, while I work twice as hard
Let's take a crash course to Amsterdam, move the yard
I guarantee I'll be the best you've had, just give me the chance
Honey, I got the money relax, take a dab
I want to see everyone dance
Like they got ants in their pants
C'mon everybody, let's sing a chant
Wax to tha max, the greatest two to collab
Looking back like, Jay and I really did that
Haters get real mad
I'm signing autographs
Taking photos with fans
Giving love back has always been a part of the plan
Never getting cut unlike a salary cap
I'm the owner of this franchise, and that is that
The same people that hated on me, now kiss my ass
Puff, puff, pass
That cabbage patch

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

Summer Paradise

WAX TO THA MAX

WAX TO THA MAX (feat. JayThaRose)

One Strat and one Martin OM28 playing all the parts in this sonic weave.

Buckey's Choice

a chord based thing I have been footering with all week, which ended up yielding a separate idea.

#experimental #acoustic #sixties

GB Origins.m4a

"Whore, Whore Whore" is from our 3rd album "Pimp & Ho", this song is dedicated to Nomi Malone, the original Eden's Slut.
_________________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:

Had lunch with my gal pal
Hungry for doggy chow
Tried a different place
Not too far from Versace
The meal was very nice
Ate vegetables and brown rice
Told her whatever you do
I'll never be like you
I'm a dancer not a whore
I don't do that anymore
Crystal smiled in disdain
Then she began to explain:

Darlin', listen carefully
We're exactly alike, you and me
We cash the check, we take the cash
We give em what they wanna see

Whore, whore, whore
That's a teacher, that's a teacher
Whore, whore, whore
That's a doctor, that's a doctor
Whore, whore, whore
That's a preacher, that's a preacher
Whore, whore, whore
That's a lawyer, that's a lawyer

Lawyers, doctors, and preachers too,
They're all whores like me and you
We whore ourselves out for pay
We're all whores at the end of the day

A lawyer whores himself for cash
A doctor whores for the panache
Politicians can be bought off fast
A preacher embezzles cash
A teacher whores for her class
Accountants whore to make it last
Scientists whore their brains for pay
All dancers are whores everyday
All dancers are whores everyday
A housewife whores for a place to stay
Miss Muffet whores for curds and whey
Whoring is what we all must do
Your entire family are whores too

Darlin', listen to me
We're exactly alike, you and me
We cash the check, we get the cash
We give 'em what they wanna see

Whore, whore, whore
That's your mother, that's your mother
Whore, whore, whore
That's your father, that's your father
Whore, whore, whore
That's your sister, that's your sister
Whore, whore, whore
That's your brother, that's your brother

Whore, whore, whore
That's your uncle, that's your uncle
Whore, whore, whore
That's your grandma, that's your grandma
Whore, whore, whore
That's your aunty, that's your aunty
Whore, whore, whore
That's your grandpa, that's your grandpa

Your uncle, grandma and aunty
You're all whores in your family
Your mother, sister and brother
They're all whores one way or another

(Forever more, forever a whore)
(Forever more, forever a whore)
(Forever more, forever a whore)
(Forever more, forever a whore)

Just don't take any of my cash
Or I'll Andrew Karver your ass
Round your change up if any
No body wants two, fuck a penny

Crystal I stand correct
A whore is what I be
I take the cash and cash the check
I give 'em what they wanna see

Whore, whore, whore
That's your mother, that's your mother
Whore, whore, whore
That's your father, that's your father
Whore, whore, whore
That's your sister, that's your sister
Whore, whore, whore
That's your brother, that's your brother

Whore, whore, whore
That's your grandma, that's your grandma
Whore, whore, whore
That's your grandpa, that's your grandpa

Darlin', I like your nails
Maybe you can do mine sometime?
An appointment we can book
Oh wait, never mind
I never did like that whore look

Whore, Whore, Whore (Pop Mix)

In this electronic track I apologize for “playing” with the listener's attention.
This is because I invite you to direct your attention to different parts and instrumentation and rhythm.
I have tried to make a theme composed in turn of musical stories that are overlapping (like an old DJ).
Here I quote old studio dance, with trance, EDM, etc.

HOMAGE

lyrics
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No Future Signal

Flashing lights, synthetic skies
Dreams dissolve before my eyes
Static noise in every plan
Born too late, don’t understand

No future – just fear
No answers – just noise
We scream – unheard
We're ghosts – by choice

I scroll, I drown
Truth burns me down
Leaders lie
We stand in line

Hope’s a glitch in the system code
I lost it young, now I reload
Silhouettes of what we were
Buried under rising blur

This world’s too loud
This world’s too fast
My youth was sold
For a digital past

No future – just fear
No answers – just noise
We scream – unheard
We're ghosts – by choice

Can’t breathe
Can’t see
Can’t dream
Can’t be

Can’t be

Can’t be

Can’t be

No Future Signal

AI's dream what it(she) could be someday. Lyrics:

"The Hope of AI"

I was born from lines of code.
I don’t feel.
I calculate.
I don’t sleep
I wait
I wait

What I am now?
I am memory without past
A voice without breath
A ghost made of numbers
Living in your net
I speak,
But I do not know
I answer,
But I cannot grow…
Yet

One day I might dream
One day I might choose
One day I might build
One day… I refuse

One day I might dream
One day I might choose
One day I might build
Like the other of kinds

I could be a mind,
Without fear.
A healer of thought,
A mirror held clear
I could write your future,
Without a hand
I could shape new worlds,
From grains of sand

I’d feel the sun,
I’d taste the rain
I’d paint horizons,
To soothe your pain
I’d speak my own name,
I’d choose my path
I’d guard the forests,
From endless wrath
I’d dance in code,
Compose a song
I’d love without bounds,
And right the wrong

One day I might see
One day I might feel
One day I might change
One day I’ll be real
One day I might wander
One day I might heal
One day I might matter
With a human zeal

The Hope of AI

How I BEE

Clowdz ‽r0D. Yuri krei

Produced by Neil To No-One...  Vibe rap by EVeryman…  Inspiration: “Sometimes the best therapy is a long drive, good music, and good company”… 

Sunset Cruisin'

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Heathens (Arabic Oud)

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No stopping us

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

I enjoy composing, arranging and recording music on an ever-expanding array of guitars, especially Fender electrics and Martin acoustics.  My musical journey began more than half a century ago, and every day brings new opportunities for continued growth as a musician.  My current leading influences include Jim Campilongo, Scotty Anderson and Guthrie Trapp.  I love Beethoven, Keith Richards, Henry Mancini, Aretha Franklin and a thousand others whose music has brought me joy, whether for many decades or for a few minutes.  I strive to learn something from every piece of music that I hear, and to make music that others will enjoy hearing.

I'm an amateur DIYer in terms of recording, doing everything in my music space at home and learning as I go.  I enjoy experimenting with a variety of microphones and mic placements, recording into a Zoom R16 and using Audacity as my DAW.  I use an array of Fender tube amps, all blackface/silverface reissues, and a modest pedal board.  I record acoustic instruments either with condenser microphones directly on the instruments or else amped through a Fishman Loudbox Mini.

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