I began making this track in 1991. Just finished. What a cool trip this has been!

Guitar - Elliott Randall
Sax - John "Irish" Earl
Bass - Neil Harland
Hammond B-3 - Kinny Landrum
Drums - Darrell Nutt
Mixed by Wes Maebe

@ Elliott Randall ELZ Music (PRS)

SOUL DUANE

Jessi has taken the classic country themes—love, heartbreak, small-town dreams, and Friday nights—and bring them to life with a fresh, modern energy. Expect catchy choruses you can’t help but sing along to, slick production, and a mix of acoustic instruments like the acoustic guitar or banjo, fused with a pop-friendly beat.

You Complete Me

I thought writing a song dissing Celtic Music in the Celtic style was kind of like that Star Trek episode with Norman .. "You hate Celtic, But you love Celtic" ... buzzzz .. smoke.

Sick of Celtic Music


I’ve got you bad
And it feels good
Ain’t getting better
Even if I could
I might be dying
And that’s okay
Be an angel, now
And let me drift away

I went to see the doctor
Doctor told me I was fine
For a man in my condition
With just one thing on his mind

That’s what I get for loving you
More than I should
Can’t keep myself from wanting you
It’s all right – It’s all good
It’s what I get for loving you
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah

You make me weak
And I don’t care
It ain’t right
No, it isn’t fair
I try to be cool
And you make me sweat
I’ve got a feelin
I ain’t seen nothing yet

I went to see the doctor
Doctor told me I was fine
For a man in my condition
With just one thing on his mind

That’s what I get for loving you
More than I should
Can’t keep myself from wanting you
It’s all right – It’s all good
It’s what I get for loving you
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah

I’ve got all the symptoms
I know all the signs
I may be incurable
But I 'm having a real good time

That’s what I get for loving you
More than I should
Can’t keep myself from wanting you
It’s all right – It’s all good
It’s what I get for loving you
Can’t keep myself from wanting you
That’s what I get for loving you
It’s all right – It’s all good
Can’t keep myself from wanting you
Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah


Love Sick -The Relapse


It was a dark and stormy night
Shadows fell and murdered all the light
The rain came down hard, wet, and cold
It got into your shoes and deep into your soul
You’re thinking . . .
Somewhere, someone must have made a mistake
Some way, somehow we could all use a break

A change in the weather
Will make everything feel better
Come on over to the sunny side
Don’t in between it
Baby, do it like you mean it
Come on over to the sunny side
Come on over
Yeah, come on over
Come on over to the sunny side
Oh yeah . . .

The wind that blows the clouds around
The very one that comes and blows our houses down
Carries the seed that makes a tree
That makes a better life for you and me
Remember
When those clouds are coming your way
Don’t you let them darken your day

A change in the weather
Will make everything feel better
Come on over to the sunny side
Don’t in between it
Baby, do it like you mean it
Come on over to the sunny side
Come on over
Yeah, come on over
Come on over to the sunny side
Oh,  yeah . . .


Sunny Side

AI-generated track with original lyrics. Lyrics copyright © 2025 by Jeff Noel

You watch your friends break every rule in the book
And you smile for the cameras with that practiced look.
You call it “unfortunate,” then shake your head
While justice bleeds out and truth drops dead.

You’ve got all the power, all the pull, all the sway
But you whisper “I find that concerning,” and walk away.

I’ve had my fill of your worried face
Your careful tone and your measured grace.
The house is burning, and you ain’t learning 
You just sigh, “I find that concerning.”

The liars you work with cheat, steal, and kill
Fake faith for profit with a carny’s skill
You hear the cries from the other side
And blame the tone, not the reason they cried.

You take your seat, fold your hands, and obey
Then murmur “I find that concerning,” and call it a day.

I’ve had my fill of those shaky words
Your crimson blazer, and your promise deferred
Cities are burning and you still ain’t learning 
You just sigh, “I find that concerning.”

You hide behind caution, behind polite fear
Behind the comfort of never being clear.
You could stand tall, you could take your stand
But you’d rather just wring your blood-stained hand.

You announce lessons learned while justice bleeds
You know you could stop it, but you only concede.
You say “We shouldn’t rush, we must be sure,”
While the innocent rot and the guilty endure.

You’ve made your peace with decay and delay
And you still call it “concerning” and pretend to pray

I’ve had enough of your coward’s refrain,
Your soft concern and your empty pain.
The fire’s roaring, and here’s my turn:
Take your concern, and GO FUCK YOURSELF!!

Stuff your concern where your courage fell
You’ve made this country a living hell.
So clutch your pearls, while the truth is in play
We’ll see you on election day.

Hey Suzie

AI Generated music with original lyrics by Jeff Noel

Galactic Umbrella

Playing around with my Radius vocoder .. inspired by Herbie Hancock after I saw him at the Monterey Jazz Festival ..

Beautiful People

A little AI  reggae magic on an old favorite written with David Rice and Sharon Robinson

04 Whispering Your Name (Cover)


I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the upstate New York cowgirl
In the dirty cowboy boots
For all of us tramps and transplants
Who were dug up by the roots
For the California soil
In which we both now thrive
For all  the ways she makes me feel
Glad to be alive

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For the secrets in her notebooks
That she happily reveals
For the poetry of her passion
That no notebook can conceal
For the songs that flow like rivers
Into oceans of surprise
For the country music goddess
Come of age before my eyes

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

For every grey-eyed Thursday
That I anticipate
For the cares and complications
That make her worth the wait
For all her rhymes and reasons
That help to right all wrongs
For all the ways a woman
Can make of life a song

I have sung my songs for money
For the glory and the sex
I’ve meant every damned word
Of every damned one
And this one . . .
This one is for Tex

Tex

Philip Cody

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