As I already wrote on Bill’s page, you two should totally start a band with an official name!! You're both so damn good!! Love what you guys do!! 🫶🙋🏻‍♀️

Switchblade cool. And I like the B17... like new!

Rockin track man!! Those drums!🔥 Awesome powerful vocals!!🎤

I love the tag line: "Quell that whistling in my head ". Huge Applause for such toe tappin' goodness!

What a ride - awesome energy and schizophrenic arrangement, great! Reposted!

I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart.

Rob Olsson - Rob on the Edge

car toons

Hey…. Glad you dropped by. This is a simple, fun banjo song, with an instrumental break that has some mandolin, recorder, homemade percussion, and guitar-bass. It also has some vocal shenanigans. The song is about my time in graduate school, 40 years ago, when I lived off campus in a harmonious hippie house. I lived in the attic with my wife, and there were 4-6 roommates downstairs at any one time. We were all university students, peace loving, free-thinking, socio-environmentally conscious free spirits who became a family of sorts. There were potlucks, guitar jams, gardening, all sorts of ecological endeavors, helping our neighbors out, sharing meals, peace protests, shows and concerts and of course, studying for our classes, among other things. It was a time that helped shape who we would become. There was Joan, who became a professional wildlife photographer, Jack, an environmental engineer, Tim, a social worker, who built a farmhouse and had a large family with the love of his life. Andrea, a founder/owner of a community composting and recycling business, Delilah, an ecological research scientist and me, a laid back science teacher. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and now we are all old people. A lot of that lifestyle, ideology and sense of peace and freedom has stuck with me to this day. Hope you like the song. Mark

Our Harmonious Hippie House

Have the number of a good friend on my phone though he’s no longer here still tempted to ring.  https://youtu.be/Emt8UtM0vsI

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

Hades just takes the piss
No-one rows you across The Styx
I believe
When you’re gone
You’re gone

 I keep your number on my phone
Hoping that you prove me wrong  
But when I ring it no-one’s home
You’re gone
Gone
Gone

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

The Atheist

The Atheist  (feat. Jonathan Beckenstein)

https://soundcloud.com/user-995867230?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  Single Use: Guitar
Rob Olsson: Bass
Rob Lyrics/Vocs

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Shadows still fill 
The deepest corners of my mind
Try to wave them away like flies

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Living in this three dimensional world
Do my best
Get on the right side of the truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Right Side Of The Truth /with Single Use And Recycled

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – acoustic guitar, composition, production, and mix
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Warwick four string fretless bass 
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano and lead synth
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – VST cello, strings, clarinet, flute, and synth pad
Nyla K-- @user-162163879 -- vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  Gibson Earle Scruggs banjo

This song started as many of our best do, with Chris coming up with it on his acoustic guitar. He shared it with the rest of us shortly after, and we were all very excited to tuck into it. 
  Ken was fist at the trough for this one, adding his jazzy, expressive drums. Josh came in as soon as he had a beat to work with, adding his signature fretless bass to the mix. Not long after that, JJ broke out the hauntingly melodic piano and Shine On You Crazy Diamond timbred synth you hear throughout. 
  Once it had a good structure to it, Mark came in and added the dynamic cello swells that open the song, some subtle strings, the melodic clarinet and flute, and a bit of synth pad near the end to spice up the soup a bit. He also had the great idea to ask Nyla to add some vocals, which she did in her typically dynamic and expressive way using her original lyrics. Last, but definitely not least, we convinced Stephen to add some of his perfectly mood-setting banjo. 
  Once it was all in the can, it actually sat for several months before being revived by Chris, who also did the production and mix, expertly, as always.
   This song is an example of Eclectic Collective coming together to bring another one of Chris' brilliant songs to life. You should check out his new albums on Spotify, which you can find by clicking the link next to his name in the credits. 
  Also, this is our first time collaborating with Nyla K. We wanted to find a way to include her talents on this one, and her vocals here are magical. You can hear a lot more of them on her page if you follow the link next to here name in the credits, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Nyla K: 

I once overheard 
a hushed up conversation 
'tween the fishes coming home 
and thank god for a holiday
yea
making the bull frogs sing for joy
as they awake
yea
...and this... is what they had to say

Spanish moss and bullfrogs
cattail cotton in the wind
yea...
and won't U take me to the river
yea...
take me on down to the river
and U

Better Not Say-Cg Maness/Nyla K/ Eclectic Collective

'Dont Smudge The Ink' is an easy listening laid back track and soundscape.

Dont Smudge The Ink

Single Use And Recycled: song writer, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/Q10mjSPzCOfMD5YN1Q

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Long ago you said you loved me
That was not untrue
I love me too, can’t blame you

I’m uneducated, unbathed
I’m a wreck
Check it out, whatcha gonna do?

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

I’m no prince, that being said
Thanks a lot for hanging in 
I’ve got doubts, check it out

My lackadaisical attitude
C’est la vie
You’re still here, believe in me

Always hear so much talk about
The one soul mate
A lotta talk, check it out

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Good Things Fall

lyrics

I don't wanna care
I don't wanna care no more
Don't wanna care no more
What you got to say

no more

careless

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

https://on.soundcloud.com/9dygL6E2YSbdODGIVi
Single Use And Recycled-guitars, song writer
Rob-bass, lyrics/vocals

Turn on the radio
Expecting to hear your voice
Wait a minute, there’s no sound
Make another station choice

Look at myself in the mirror
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Next thing I hear is a favorite
Heard it so many times
Almost don’t like it anymore
Can’t take this again

I love that old familiar sound
Like your voice when I need a reset
Quell that whistling in my head

Look at myself 
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Quell that whistling in my head

 My best option might be 
Take a little friendship break
Find a book or canvas
Occupy my head for a while

I love that old familiar sound
Like your voice when I need a reset
Quell that whistling in my head

Look at myself in the mirror
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Quell that whistling in my head


Paintbrush Seems Unnatural

Demotrack...Thoughts of a seeker... contemplative, naturebound, a  short conversation with the inner self!
Hubert Stytz:          Music
Pee Gee       :          Lyrics

Good To Know

I´ve always been a seeker
A  lonesome seeker after truth
I´m a believer now
And I believe in youth 

Farewell to all those temptors
The preachers of hot air
I´m no longer worried
Cos I ...I ...don´t care

It´s true I´m getting older
But I´m still young at mind
And it´s good..to know

As I row down the river
Sliding down real slow
Sweet memories appear
And it´s good...so good..to know...

Good to know

One hit in my gut
Above the belt, war is fought
Next shot, cut my eye
Vision blinded

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Stopped outright, trail gone cold
Master plan been revised
No F.E.A.R.
Forget everything and run

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself 

Rude awakening, whole room spin
Crawl across the floor
Skull imploding 
Gonna be sick

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself


Hope Elevated

Cast of characters:
Jack Karasek — beats and seed idea
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–beats
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Roland Phantom workstation
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– electric guitar
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizer
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– mix, master, and production
This song began with Ken's oldest son, Jack, who laid down the basic rhythmic beat. Ken took over after that with the rest of the beats, though. Jack just graduated high school last week, and he's into hip hop and trap music, so he wanted to share some of it with his musician father, who is very proud of him.
  Tez was first up on this one, which surprised me when I went back and checked the workflow. He added the perfectly placed guitar hits throughout. Josh was next up, using his synth to add the falling bass line. Last, but not least, Terry came aboard, adding the moody, melodic, high register synth.
  When it was all finished, we asked out resident pro mixer, Stephen, to mix it for us. 
  This song was in its current form for about the past eight months. It was originally part of a series of vehicles Eclectic Collective composed for The Mysterious Decibel. He got caught up in life, though, and had to abandon the project. So, we sat on it, asking all the rappers we know if they'd be interested in having a go with it, but no one bit. So, with Jack's recent graduation, Ken revived it as a celebratory song for his son. It could still use some vocals, too, so think of this as an open invitation to anyone who want to do the honors. 
  We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. 
  Oh, and just a side note for all of our friends who follow along with us, we won't be releasing a song this coming Friday, the 4th, but will have  new one for you, the following Friday, the 11th. Thank you for keeping up with us!

Throwing Rocks (Eclectic Collective)

Single Use & Recycled: songwriter, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/c3vPKqnUSooFz2rE1Q
Rob: lyrics/vocals, bass, solo guitar

Along the way, out of curiosity
Ask me anything, I know it all

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

I can count to ten, three different languages 
No and yes and thank you 
That’s my specialty

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Keen eye for the obvious, spot it every time
Did you catch the way made it look so easy

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

I got super confidence, sure of myself
Stand alone atop the highest mountain 

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Smirk On My Face

      Howdy everyone! Ok I did a little reshuffling here and bumped this song to the front of the line! I just finished the video and put about a weeks work into it! It's a comic relief song, a novelty, about getting old! They say we should write about things we know, and I know about getting older!😂 I wrote the song in 2021 during the pandemic because we needed some comedy then and I think we need some comedy now too! This is something my friends and me used to say at work all the time when we'd forget something or did something stupid like ask where your glasses are when they are on top of your head!😂 I tweaked the lyrics a little and took several curse words out of the song but kept a couple in, so beware people, please don't call the Profanity Police on me! They're mild words like "shit" and "ass" nothing more than that!  There are some words of wisdom thrown in there too like in all my songs. It's just a fun song and video! 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/U--jt1-4FEY

     I wrote it to a Latin Rock beat, kind of like a Santana song. I remember it took me several weeks to record the backing track because I added a ton of stuff on it Bass, Piano, Acoustic and Electric guitars, percussion, I worked very hard on it, it's all just me playing eveything with a Drum Machine because I don't play the drums. A little bit Salsa, a little bit Rock & Roll because that's how I roll!😂 The vocals are all me and I recorded them last week, I was going to have Charlie sing it but I decided to do it myself because we've been stuck on this other song for a month now and I have like 30 songs ready to go. So please forgive the vocals! The video is funny and I spent a couple weeks on that as well. It's about getting old and forgetting words and your body hurting and falling asleep, and telling kids to get off your lawn! The usual things that come with getting older. Basically "Old man yelling at clouds" syndrome!😂 I know how that is!  The video will drop on YouTube in a couple of weeks! I hope everyone laughs with me and not at me! But I won't mind as long as you laugh a little!! So sit back and have a laugh on me! Cheers! 🍻

“WE GOT THE OLDS”
          
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,          
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,            
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,         
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!           
WE GOT THE OLDS, 
WE GOT THE OLDS,

THE SLIP OF TIME, TORMENTS OUR MIND,   
THE FEAR OF FATE, FUELS ALL OUR HATE,    
THE TALKING HEADS, THE WALKING DEAD,      
THE HAMMER FALLS, UPON US ALL,

WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,             
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,          
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!         
WE GOT THE OLDS, 
WE GOT THE OLDS,
     
THIS CLIMATE CHANGE, HAS US DERANGED,   
THE BULLETS FLY, EYE FOR AN EYE,      
CORONA COUGH, THE RICH GET OFF,      
THE FOLLY OF MAN IS WHAT GOD DEMANDS!

WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,
           
WE HATE THE RAP, CAN’T STAND THAT SHIT,         
GET OFF OUR GRASS, YOU DUMB-ASS KIDS!      
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,

WE THINK WE ARE, THEREFORE WE’RE FEELING,   
OUR MIND A WAVE ON THE OCEAN OF BEING,        
DAMN, WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST SAY?     
WE CAN’T REMEMBER DAY TO DAY!
     
WE GOT THE OLDS, WE GOT THE OLDS,         
OUR BODIES ACHE, WE'RE ALWAYS COLD,           
WE CAN’T STAY AWAKE,         
WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE GOT THE OLDS,          
WE GOT THE OLDS.
          
BY JIM VALDES
 © 2021

"WE GOT THE OLDS" (Video - https://youtu.be/U--jt1-4FEY)

Got a cooler full of cheap beer
And a hat that says he’s free
Knows the score from ‘84
But not his own reality

Talks loud about tradition
Like he built it with his hands
He’ll stand for every anthem
But never take a stand

Raise your glass
To the all American man
Might be a walking cliche
But he don’t give a damn

If you aren’t
An all American man
You ain’t a man at all
And you’re heading for a fall

Weekends smell like gasoline
New car and tons of debt
He’s loyal to a flag
And a god he’s never met

He’ll toast to freedom Friday
The same as every night
Says it’s all about respect
But he’s itching for a fight

Says the world’s gone crazy
As he’s screaming at his girl
Ain’t never had an original thought
And I doubt he ever will

Raise your glass
To the all American man
Might be a walking cliche
But he don’t give a damn

If you aren’t
An all American man
You ain’t a man at all
And you’re heading for a fall

All American Man

Hi! I'm Rob!! I write and record my songs, and present them to the world here. I am the singer, guitarist and bass player, EZDrummer3 keeps the beat!
I have a collaboration with Single Use & Recycled:
https://on.soundcloud.com/XmiY1G8qKTuGQiAeZQ 
and another with my brother Joseph Olsson:
https://on.soundcloud.com/y261JZd5ZFZbOKmn40 
(Starts October 17)
Check 'em out!

Hey there! 🤟 A band of 4 guys and 1 woman blending electronic, metal, pop, punk, rock & synthwave into a sound of our own. We're a bunch of very shy aliens!🛸 Our earthly names are Tom ("Lucifer" - lead vocals and occasional keyboards/guitar), Mary ("Vampira" or just "V" - guitarist and backing vocals), Mauro ("Maux" - keyboards, piano, synths and winds), Davide ("Dave", "Quiet D" or just "D" - bass and synth bass), and Valerio ("Brad", drums and percussions). 

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Paintbrush Seems Unnatural

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