Dashiki Freestyle

Get to Yes
Nancy Cunningham / Kathy Klopp
Performed by Kathy Klopp December 2023

So you'd like to be a superstar and perch on some big pile
Well, buckle up your seatbelt, cause climbing takes a while
It takes long days of digging to win to place to show
Well, if you wanna get to yes, it takes a little saying no

I earned that wall of trophies, they weren't much fun to dust
I got hung up on the slogan, go big or you go bust
I found my head had got so big, my heart couldn't grow
Well, if you wanna get to yes, it takes a little saying no

Everything I used to want was shiny and brand new
Let me trade every dream I ever chased for a simple life with you

Say no to your old future, walk out on your old past
Say no to all the haters, they swear our love won't last
Come on now let's make the leap, even if we take it slow
There's one way to get to yes, you start by saying no

Oh, come on help me get to yes, we'll start by saying 
Oh, come on help me get to yes, Baby, we can get to yes
It starts by saying no

Get To Yes -with Kathy Klopp

The Old Spring Wagon
Nancy Cunningham

Maggie's daddy took the old spring wagon, when he brought Maggie's brother home
Maggie's brother'd been fighting at the river, Maggie's brother wasn't fighting alone
All those boys from the county, alive on that day
Maggie's Daddy took the old spring wagon, when he brought, he brought Maggie's brother home

The wagon, it'd seen better days, its paint was peeling green
No more trips to make to church, and no grain to haul that season
One more body of a young boy laid careful on its boards
The wagon had seen better days, and its paint, its paint was peeling green

Maggie had heard the shooting from up on top of the bluff
It was too far to hear the screaming, but the canons were close enough
Ooooh, oooooh, ahhh

Maggie's brother had made lieutenant, the battle before that
All those dead at Shiloh seemed like just a few weeks back
Joel had made lieutenant, Joel's colonel called him brave
Joel had made lieutenant,  but now would they have to make his grave

Maggie never meant to marry, no she meant to keep her brother's house
She'd borrowed a book about canning, she'd been saving up for a cow
If Maggie hadn't had her children, could I be here today
Is that predestination, I can't say

But my daddy was named for Maggie's brother, Daddy's Mama showed me Maggie's farm
Grandma told me all about that December, when her grandma's daddy harnessed up his old horse
That last horse, left in the barn

Maggie's daddy took the old spring wagon to try to bring her brother home
Maggie's brother'd been fighting at the river, no one was fighting alone
All those boys from the county, they all died on that day
Maggie's daddy took the old spring wagon
And he tried, oh, he tried to bring her brother home

The Old Spring Wagon

Mess It Up, Stick It Out
Nancy Cunningham


Daddy took a second shift, down at Lorraine
He was saving up for my Martin Guitar
I promised him I'd learn to play Leaving on a Jet Plane
First few months I didn't get that far

Daddy found my guitar, stacked on the back porch
Ya'll shoulda heard how loud he cussed
God gave you gumption, Girl, that's what my Daddy yelled
I can't stand to sit and watch you rust

Mess it  up, stick it out
Gotta  work at what you need
Gotta learn to practice working til your fingers start to bleed
Mess it up, stick it out
You say you wanna succeed
Better mess it  up, stick it  out
Then mess it  up, then stick it  out
You mess it  up, and you stick it out
That's what you  need
 
Well, I swear I'd like to never learn my F chord
I got my share of blisters along the way
But those callouses and that woodshed and my Daddy
That's the ticket that got me here today

Mess it  up, stick it out
Gotta  work at what you need
Gotta learn to practice working til your fingers start to bleed
Mess it up, stick it out
You say you wanna succeed
Better mess it  up, stick it  out
Then mess it  up, then stick it  out
You mess it  up, and you stick it out
That's what you  need
Just mess it up stick it out til you succeed

Mess It Up, Stick It Out

"How Do You Know?" - feat. Jade Ann Byrne 🌌🎸🔥

In this raw Space Country Trap ballad, Jade Ann Byrne pours her heartbreak into every note. A love once steady as steel shattered like a whiskey glass on a dusty porch. Left with nothing but questions and the echo of a departing train, Jade rebuilds from the wreckage, her voice carrying the weight of longing, betrayal, and resilience.

With twangy steel-string guitar riffs, deep 808 bass, and a cosmic hum that lingers like an unanswered question, "How Do You Know?" takes you on a journey of heartbreak and redemption. This is a song for anyone who's been left behind—watching the horizon, waiting for answers that never come.

For fans of: Buck Owens, Tupac, cosmic sunsets, and whiskey-drenched honesty.
✨ Let the train leave, let the questions linger, but never let the fire die.

With All My Love
Jade Ann Byrne

"How Do You Know?" (feat. Jade Ann Byrne Mercy Main btw ;)

Mixed and Mastered by Jubzz.
Check out Jovin https://soundcloud.com/prodjovin

J.o.B

J.o.B [Prod. Jovin x Jubzz]

Susceptible - Demo (Audio)

Brave
By Priscilla Ederle

Rough days when you come of age
Bad kids such a nasty stage
They’re calling names
Throwing stones again
So you can feel their pain

Broken glass on a window pane
Push you through an open gate
They get in your face
Your private space 
They’re pulling on your hair

Run run don’t you run away
They’re weaker when you’re strong dear
Run run don’t you run away
No bully’s gonna wipe your tears
Run run don’t you run away, don’t run away, don’t run far
Run run don’t you run away
Stand up, face your fear,  be brave 

Years go by they never learn
Killed a man on their way to church
Got thick necks
Crosses hanging down
But the Devil spares no one

Chased down a foreign parent’s son
But he was causing them no harm
They shot at him
Then got their praying done
But God doesn’t own a gun

Run run don’t you run away
They’re weaker when you’re strong dear
Run run don’t you run away
No bully’s gonna wipe your tears
Run run don’t you run away, don’t run away, don’t run far
Run run don’t you run away
Stand up, face your fear,  be brave 

The world’s gonna change its ways
No one will be getting away

Run run don’t you run away
They’re weaker when you’re strong dear
Run run don’t you run away
No bully’s gonna wipe your tears
Run run don’t you run away, don’t run away, don’t run far
Run run don’t you run away
Stand up, face your fear,  be brave

Demos

Brave (demo)

Getting Better
By Priscilla Ederle

When your world's erased
There's no sunny place
The doctor's down the hall
You're lying on your back
Your body's been attacked
You hang on through it all

All the promises you never kept
Just empty words you say
All the moments you cannot forget 

I hope you're getting better
You're getting better

No clean patient gowns
Just paper masks and crowns
No help comes when you call
No air to flow around
It's hard to breathe right now
No one's responsible at all

All the promises you never kept
Just empty words today
All the moments you cannot forget

I hope you're getting better
You're getting better

You woke up last night
your chest tight
lungs feel old
You're seeing white lights
hold on tight
to your soul

I hope you're getting better
You're getting better

Getting Better (demo)

Sweet Justice
by Priscilla Ederle Shaw

Your crimes are up
You hold a smoking gun
Killing all the love
But mercy never comes

You still complain
I’m an emotional disgrace
Counting all the times
You put me in my place 

You’re pulling my strings
My button’s getting pushed
Taking me for granted
Like I knew you would

I’m wearing my soul 
With a tear on my sleeve
I’ve given my heart
But I don’t get what I need

There’ll be sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice
No more shots in the dark

Sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice 
For the hole in my heart

Your time is up
I’m cracking all your codes
Learning all your secrets
I should never know

Protect your fears
By casting only blame
But baby there’s no winner
In this losing game
You’re pulling my strings
My button’s getting pushed
You’re taking me for granted
Like I knew you would

I’m wearing my soul 
With a tear on my sleeve
I’ve given my heart
But I don’t get what I need

There’ll be sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice 
No more shots in the dark

Sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice 
For the hole in my heart

Afraid of moving on I doubted I could leave you
Guess I’ve had enough today
Gathered all my Strength to finally rise above you
Started paving my own way
I may never witness the karma you have coming
The consequences you will pay

There’ll be sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice 
No more shots in the dark

Sweet justice
There’ll be sweet sweet justice
There’ll be sweet justice 
For the hole in my heart

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I know your name
Your tangled crown of thorns
You’re casting only blame
The ones you love to scorn

Sweet Justice (demo version)

Priscilla Ederle is an adult alternative singer songwriter with a twist of pop and electronic vibes. She writes well-crafted, thoughtful songs with moody undertones evoking memorable, catchy melodies with strong lyrical imagery. Her most recent single, "Stay Young", is a result of songwriting workshop feedback and musical explorations. On, "Stay Young", Ederle evolves her sound even further by experimenting with modern, dreamy, sonic sounds, while grounding herself in pop songwriting conventions.

Born in Honolulu, Hawaii and raised in West Bloomfield, Michigan, Ederle began her music endeavors playing in rock bands in the Detroit area music scene. She began her singer-songwriter journey after her last band, named Cylinderhead, broke up after attaining local notoriety. She quickly attained local success by winning "Best Folk Album" for her debut solo album, "Last Will & Testament" at the Detroit Music Awards. After graduating from college, Ederle decided to move to the west coast to California where she recorded her second album "The Diamond Fields." Her lead single, "Invisible", off of "The Diamond Fields" won an honorable mention in the John Lennon Songwriting Contest. 

Priscilla Ederle currently resides in the San Francisco Bay area and enjoys honing her songwriting craft with other nearby songwriters and participating in local live gigs.