The Best n.6💫⭐

GREAT MUSIC TI START THE DAY WITH

APRIL  2025

Mountain Songs

Shock the Algorithm

All Roads Lead You Home

Synergy

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)

My first work recorded in Kharkiv during the war. They will never steal our peace of mind... My dear Dad was always with me when I was a child, but now we've been apart for over 2 years due to the war. My parents' home exists only in my memory. I wish all the children in Ukraine whose fathers have to defend the country peace and reunion of their families.
Remastering by Houman https://soundcloud.com/houmans. Please check his beautiful music.

Daddy's Lullaby

Jack Wild as Tom Ornshaw:Melody (1971 film)

Ornshaw

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man Project
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

If you are having a bad day
Nothing goes your way
All you see is completely grey
Its in you
Don't blame me

You can make your own day great
Just think how, instead of who
Your own mood
Your own voice
Creates the sound that comes from you..

Babarababara...

You can make your own day great
Just think how instead of who
Your own mood
Your own voice
Creates the sound that comes from you..

If you bump into people you don't want to see
You can take another way
Its your choice
Don't blame me

You can make your own day great
Just think how instead of who
Your own mood
Your own voice
Creates the sound that comes from you..

Babarababara

If you feel invisible
Nobody hears you
Do something about it
Use your voice
Don't blame me

Don't Blame Me

Basada en música electrónica ambientales tarareos y meditativos pero con un toque fusión rock

Sol y luna

1.Hum

amazon music

first one after another, who will be next?...🔥🔥🔥⚘

CURVA ♨️♨️♨️.mp3

Homeward Bound (2023) Anthology CD4 Track 18

I love Cornwall and the idea for this song came when I was walking along the coast path in Lands End.. Hubert Stytz/Stytz Syndicate (g,voc.comp.)and Josef Piek/Purple Schulz (Producer) arranged this song perfectly

It´s the end of the season
I follow the  coastline
Down by the waterfront
Overlooking the sea

The beaches are empty
Lovers have gone away
Taking their memories
Back home in secrecy

CH:  Traces Of Lovers In The Sand
         Telling Their Stories To The Wind

It was fun for a while
The smell of your skin
Playing with promises
Playing with fire

I´m sitting there watching
The waves..and the wind blows
Over the promenade
Till the tide comes in

Traces of Lovers...

06 Traces of Lovers

Cast of Characters:
E Ruizzo-- https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions --Manuel-- composition, lyrics, Squier Stratocaster electric guitar, vocals, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano, accordion, and horn
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Jose Ramirez nylon stringed flamenco style guitar, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four string Fender Precision Bass bass

This song began all the way back when Manuel was 16 and found love that summer with a girl named Carmen. He remembered her, though, and wrote this song about her all these years later. The title of the song means "Your name has the song," and the lyrics spell out the girl's charms using the letters of her name. Check out the lyrics and the translation below. 
  Using that inspiration, Manuel came up with the song structure and the vocal melodies to a rudimentary drum track with his electric guitar. He then asked Josh if the group would be interested in taking it on. Josh, never being one to refuse a challenging piece of music, and always on the lookout for interesting musicians with whom to collaborate, accepted his kind offer and created a project for the rest of the Eclectic Collecitve to join. He started the whole thing off by adding his bass, to which Ken added his innovative drums, to which Josh redid his bass, as is the typical process in the EC.
  Next up was JJ, who you'd think he'd grown up with Spanish music the way he added the horns, accordion, and piano. Then Stephen stepped in and added his psychedelic and intricate acoustic guitar to the stew. 
  It was all done, except for the mix at this point. Manuel did the honors, and did it very expertly. Stephen mastered it to give it more volume and dynamism, too, as he always does. 
  This was the first, but we hope not the last, time the EC has collaborated with Manuel, although we're all fans of the incredible music on his page. He was a true delight to work with, giving honest, encouraging feedback and helping us shape his song to meet his vision. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by E Ruizzo:

TU NOMBRE TIENE LA CANCIÓN  /  YOUR NAME HAS THE SONG

Qué es una lágrima en el desierto?  /  What is a tear in the desert?
Cae sin ruido, se evapora y se olvida.  /  It falls without noise, evaporates and is forgotten.
No tiene tiempo de brillar, su vida  /  It has no time to shine, its life
es corta y su camino tan incierto…  /  is short and its path so uncertain...

Ce del calor del desierto y su sol,  /  ‘C’ for the heat of the desert and its sun,
a del adiós por el que lloré tanto;  /  ‘a’ for the farewell for which I cried so much;
erre del río que forma mi llanto;  /  ‘r’ for the river formed by my crying;
eme de miedo, de magia y de amor.  /  ‘m’ for fear, for magic and for love.

E de esperanza, de espacio rosado,  /  ‘E’ for hope, for pink space,
de espina clavada, de suelta emoción;  /  for stuck thorn, for loose emotion;
ene de noche de un tiempo pasado.  /  ‘n’ for night of a past time.

Carmen, tu nombre tiene la canción  /  Carmen, your name has the song
de todo aquello que has significado:  /  of all that you have meant:
Carmen de luz, de sonrisa y de adiós.  /  Carmen of light, of smile and of goodbye.

Tu Nombre Tiene La Canción (with The Eclectic Collective)

Brand NEW track "Thought I Was Dreaming", taken from the "Ultraviolet Cosmos" upcoming full length STA album (2025). Enjoy y'all #share, #like, #follow and comment of course. :D

Youtube: https://youtu.be/5TOaRZxQbGs?si=tAH31Rz_1uPP6dEn

lyrics:
I've been dreaming for so long
and never woke up back to reality
i never thought it could take so long
to learn such a solid morality

Thought i was screaming, nightmares dreaming
and it's time not to hide away
It's time for breathing, 
forget about those golden years so fly away

And then i opened my eyes and realize
that neon lights blinded my side
and it's time to get up my feet again
and regain what's mine and never let it again.

(p) & (c) STA, 2025.

Thought I Was Dreaming

FOOL (in studio)

This is the only live-recorded ballad I can put up here from the first album of Stytz Syndicate.
Line Up:
Stytz                             : guitar/leadvocals
Michael Roth                : harmonicas/vocals
Günther Reger             : saxophone/vocals
Claus Wengenmayr     : keyboards/vocals
Benno Richter              : bass
Jörg Schäfer                : drums
Lyrics                            : Pee Gee
Album Cover-Painting : Joachim Scheffler

Many people in the audience that night became teary-eyed hearing this song. 
The band gave it their absolute best and Stytz sang with heartbreaking intensity.

Thinkin´of the years we spent
Together...you and me
Goin´thru a constant change of ups and downs
I remember when we fell in love
A world full of colors surrounding us
We were happy all the time

It´s so hard to bear when words get in the way
So hard to bear when nothing`s left to say
So hard to say ...I´m sorry, it´s too late
I just fail to understand why
Our love´s come to an end

So afraid of losin you
I made a big mistake
But I know I have to realize
The feelings are gone
I can never change your mind
You made your own decision
Tryin´to find a way 
Leadin` back to yourself

It´s so hard to bear when words get in the way
So hard to bear when nothing´s left to say
So hard to say...I´m sorry it´s too late
I just fail to understand why
Our love´s come to an end

Our Love´s Come To An End ,  Stytz Syndicate

TORTURA musique de comédie musicale

..maybe love comes walking in... a dreamer in search of true love who loses himself in daydreams and fantasies..composed by STYTZ and played by the band with passion and full commitment!

Music:   Hubert Stytz     Lyrics:  Pee Gee       Add.Lyrics:  Paul Harriman

Lyrics

I´m hooked on a fantasy
A vision in my mind
I´m hangin´around this town
While my mind´s doin´overtime

I need a warm summer night
On a moonlit avenue
With a thrill and a promise
Of  a secret rendezvous

Went to see the pictures in the gallery
Tryin´to find the angel I´m lookin´out for

Señorita of my dreams
I leave my door open tonight
Señorita of my dreams
MAYBE LOVE COMES WALKIN´IN...............

She must be waitin´for me
Somewhere out there in the night
With a warm and tender smile
A smile as bright as the daylight

Lookin´at the passers-by on the street
Searching for the angel I´ve been dreamin´of

Señorita of my dreams
I leave my door open tonight
Señorita of my dreams
MAYBE LOVE COMES WALKIN´IN.....................

Love Comes Walkin' In

United We Stand Together.mp3

Demo...better use Headphones... I came up with the story and wrote the lyrics
H. Stytz :  comp, guitars, leadvocals,arrangement
P.Harriman: bass , back.vocals ,add. arrangement
Pee Gee:      lyrics

When love stepped into my life it was like walking on air
I almost touched the sky.. it felt so good up there
Like an angel in high spirits on top of a cloud
It was a question of time when I would kiss the ground
Do you remember what you told me somewhere way back when
That we would go together through thick and thin
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side...on my side ?
Do you remember what you told me somewhere way back when
That we would go together through thick and thin
Do you remember what you promised  somewhere way back when
Baby, are you honest when your lips touch my skin
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side.......?  
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side....?

Are You Still On My Side     H.Stytz,P.Harriman

Happy Easter..for sure thank you much...
Easter Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"The weathervane’s hymn cuts through August haze,
A rusted compass pointing where the old ways graze—
These stalks keep time with granddad’s almanac,
But the soil’s gone quiet, bargaining with tractors’ backtalk."
Daddy taught me debt in the language of crows—
One for the mortgage, two for the rows that won’t grow.
We’d mend fence wire with blistered defiance,
While Momma hummed Psalms to the silent defiance
Of jars lining shelves, peaches bleeding syrup like years,
Her apron pockets heavy with unshed tears.
I’d chart futures in the grain silo’s dust,
Hide from hail storms in its ribcage of rust,
Too young to know iron’s kiss on the tongue
Was prophecy, not poetry, for the unsung.
Oh, the earth keeps a ledger under its nails,
Thunder’s fine print in the drought’s courtroom tales.
We signed our names in pesticide veins,
Let combines rewrite what the almanac claims.
But the crows still bargain, three seeds for a lie—
“Stay hungry,” they croak, “or learn how to fly.”
You came home with contracts and a corporate smile,
Said “Progress tastes sweeter when you starve awhile.”
Momma’s preserves shattered like census records,
Daddy’s fists clenched around phantom harvests.
I found you at dawn by the dry irrigation ditch,
Your shadow a scarecrow stripped of its stitch.
You muttered “Soybeans pay better than ghosts,”
Left your childhood boots as roadside boasts.
Now the mailbox coughs up subpoenas in spring,
The fields a chessboard where pawns eat kings.
I stole midnight’s ink to tally the cost—
What’s lost to rust can’t be sold to frost.
Let the auctioneer chant his heartland’s rant,
I’ll sow wild clover where their concrete can’t.
The crows brought me crowdfunded rain,
Trading viral storms for the right to remain.
I hybridize memories with heirloom grit,
Streamline the plow but let the dandelions commit.
Momma bakes rage into sourdough starters,
Daddy’s ghost debugged the John Deere’s martyrs.
We host agritourists in the barn’s new guise—
Instagram widows paying to romanticize
The “authentic decay” of our hollowed-out home,
While I code drip systems from granddad’s loam.
The crows judge all, but cut me a deal:
“Keep one acre wild, and we’ll kneel to no reel.”
The weathervane’s still singing off-key,
True north buried where the wild chicory
Breaks through the GPS-straightened rows—
A rebel bloom the spreadsheet doesn’t know.
The crows tally interest, but the land’s reply?
“Debt’s just a season… and seasons die.”

Link to best of our country hits that you can cover to get to the top... https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Link to the best of our R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover  to add hit power to your world https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/hit-r-b-funky-bangers-by-edwin?si=a366189f83684571b35fd59768210669&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Call out for help, got a bit of a problem
Cracking up under my foot begun to leak
I see rust coming through, been here a while
Water is about to flood us out

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

A tension break, or run aground, getting worse
Keep getting worse since it was found
Pressure seem to continue building
Could be a major break at hand

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

No time for discussion
Let’s get this resolved
There’s always a solution 

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right


Find A Way To Make This Right

Music: Ian Greaves [ https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 | https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

Free eBooks [ https://mega.nz/folder/ttMxyCpb#Mkv1Pm6JqV5qiXKlaMIFRA ]

Marty Andersson: ‘Till the End (feat. Ian Greaves) | Inc. Link to Free eBooks

'suck on it' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, mumble track, bass, rhythm guitar
Scotty: acoustic drum kit, lead guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, today I can't rise out of bed.
Invasive thoughts stuck in my head.
Who gives a fuck if I am dead?
Nobody but me, now, it seems.
So many loves and friendships deceased.

Now, I'll rise up and live again.
For, I've forgotten former friends
and ex-loves that were pretend.
I can, now, let it be.
There's no such thing as defeat unless you retreat.

Let's pick up our bones,
go for a stroll.
Burn through a few cones,
relent control.
Relax and let it happen, baby.
Some pushin' too hard to force this life.
Let the universe show you paradise.
It's magic. Yet, tragic
that so few care about no one but themselves.

I could care less if you are dead.
You already are, inside my head.
Your reasoning, already fled.
You think you're justified
by convincing yourself of 'truths' within lies.

Keep spiraling down those rabbit holes
of YouTube and podcasts to regain control.
It's helping nothing but you alienating 
yourself from a life, organically,
but you're too fuckin' far gone blind to see
that you're trapped in a now blackened world.

What happened to you man?
To you girl?
To you world?
We're so different.

And now I'm trapped within my head.
And all of you out there are dead.

Buy the shit.
Eat the shit.
Every bit.
Feel like shit.
Suck on it, baby.

suck on it 'demo' (with Falsestart)

Good Ol' Boy is a very special song. It was originally written and composed by David Dunham, who dedicated it to a dear friend – a gesture that gives the song even more emotional depth.

When David invited Mike Fox and me to create a new arrangement, we gladly accepted. It was an honor to give his beautiful composition a fresh new sound.

For me, this project was more than just music: it was about friendship, trust, and shared creativity. I first met David and Mike here on SoundCloud – two outstanding musicians, but more importantly, two kind and wonderful human beings. Over time, a true friendship has grown between us, and I’m deeply grateful for that.

I hope you can feel a bit of what makes this song so meaningful to us when you listen.

Lyrics "Good Ol´Boy

He's a good ol' boy with his good ol' toys,
He likes a beer now and then.
He picks a guitar and dreams of going far,
Don't know the how, or the where, or the when.
The boys in the band play as hard as they can.
And they hitch their wagon to the star,
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

He keeps house with his wife, the love of his life,
The kids are all grown and gone.
By the gray in his hair you can tell he still cares
'bout the things that are right and wrong.
And the question comes does it get better than this,
A hard days work and a goodnight kiss,
For this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

Well it hasn't been easy, no it's never been easy
But he keeps on keepin' on.
And what hasn't killed him he finds a way
To put into a song, 'bout this good ol' boy
This good ol' boy.


He's a good ol' boy with his share of joys,
And his share of the cares of this world.
When it's all said and done, and his race has been run,
And he rests in the arms of the Lord
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.


Credits:

    Original Song: David Dunham
            Mike Fox: Vocals, Guitars
Axel Menningen: Keyboards

Good Ol' Boy

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Deleted scenes, momentary gods, dreamless sleep
I don’t believe what’s true 
I don’t know what’s true
I just believe what I hear most often
It’s the storm that clears the noise
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
Whispers shape worlds
Whispers shape minds
Whispers shape worlds
As the future unwinds
Lonely nights, weary world, hear the cities symphony, 
The more I walk a path the more visible it becomes
But If I don’t change direction, I may end up where I’m going
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky

It's the Storm that Clears the Noise

Remembering Willy de Ville R.I.P. " I call your Name"🎤🙏
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=eXVSgjWlldM&feature=shared

Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not
 wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth Is not beauty, beauty is not love, love is not music, music is the best" (Frank Zappa)


Lyrics for Stytz Syndicate, W. Dannemann (TOX!), Rusty Stone and many more..
Rock/Metal/Blues/Poprock/Reggae/Soul/Funk/Americana//World/Folk/Country
Hint.. use ear./headphones for better sound transparency and enjoy.. comments always welcome!
My motto is.. good music matters.. even if it doesn´t pay you moneywise.. and I love good stories and have deep respect for lyric/ songwriters who really have to say something. John Hiatt is one of my alltime favs.
The majority of the songillustrations are personal photos taken by me !

If you like you can check out more of our music:  
First of all a tribute to Jimi Hendrix by Stytz: Castles Made Of Sand

https://youtu.be/9Qp9gJsElNk?feature=shared

Stytz /Stytz Syndicate on: spotify. youtube.
Stytz also represented by =Fuego Music" since 2023
www.stytz.com https://youtu.be/s0iWCPIQIwA?feature=shared

Rusty Stone/Rev. Rusty&The Case on youtube and spotify
Rusty Stone:  on  Bandcamp and youtube. https://youtu.be/bXaGoJ6Adtg?feature=shared
recommended Video on YouTube "Nighttime"!https://youtu.be/FJ0P3A8rNtw?feature=shared and
https://youtu.be/qNprIPofKNk?feature=sharednd live with "THE CASE"
https://youtu.be/UYqLAVrW7DA?feature=shared



" Prince Of Darkness 1985 and Tox 1986"  by ZYX-music/ Golden Core Records : re-released 08/ 2024.  also on Youtube and Spotify!https://youtu.be/jb6GsSGtydo?feature=shared


Last but not least.. my personal fav. band when it comes to metal.. melodic death metal...to be clear.. "Craving for Chaos" Band Munich ..on youtube, spotify.instagram, facebook and bandcamp..check them out!
live:  https://youtu.be/Swi9S7eqytM?feature=sharedhttps://youtu.be/Swi9S7eqytM?feature=shared
and back to the roots..Leadguitarist Jeremy at the age of 16
https://youtu.be/RRnsa-SSkoo?feature=shared (recorded with a simple photo camera- and the original camerasound ..no overdubs/ lol)
also:
Metal Virtuosos !" Voodoo Gods"    https://youtu.be/k31qUslUyck?feature=shared

Are You Still On My Side H.Stytz,P.Harriman

Pee Gee , Lyricist