Lyrics 

Wheat fields shine like golden sheets
In your mind you still believe
You’re different from all the grain
Only you can feel this certain pain

Window’s open to your street
You hear the gentle sigh of the breeze
No traffic there to clutter up
What once was there to shut you up

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

In the mirror you sustain 
A glaring at your simple frame
This wishing for a better you
Is all that you seem to do

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Just be alive
Don’t bite the apple

You are just as meant to be 
A perfect mix of biology
There’s no peace you can’t achieve
You just have to change what you see

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
Simple just to be alive

saving up the things

Eden

A short tune with a seasonal vibe. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

A Night of Magic

He walked the world with no socks and no shoes
Everybody be calling him the King of the Jews
He's got a whole damn church
You'd think that'd be enough
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

There's a hundred different ways
To have a little fun
But to walk the path of righteousness
There's only one
I was the favorite son until the day I wasn't
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing wreckage and ruin
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

For centuries people been falling for me
Through greed, ambition, and lust
You'd think there'd be a little respect for Uncle Beelzebub
But for me they got scorn while for Him they get reborn
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

Take any ten souls together have 'em standing in a line
Take any ten souls together, eight of 'em are mine
Yet I cannot break free from this inadequacy
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing perpetual doom
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

Had a girl in Cincinatti everything was going grand
Until Jesus comes along says take my hand little lamb
I had endless weed and coke
He had endless love and hope
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up
Everything was going well
Everything was going to hell
Things were swell 'til Jesus messed it up.

Jesus Messed It Up

There is no Trump above the clouds!
Clear your minds of the biggest troll in the world!

Guitar Above Clouds

Nouveau Morceau. L'achat du RTL-SDR sur mon Raspberry PI en réseau fonctionne à merveille. Et comme dans les ondes moyennes, il y a des bruits chelous,  j'ai capturé et j'ai composé mon nouveau morceau autour de ce son. Je vous souhaite une très bonne écoute.

Amplitude Modulation

Ahead

Please watch my new video on YouTube. https://youtu.be/pd4vN0HOOXI?si=Nhq2Nnm7PSCD3SvQ

The survival of earth is in our hands for now and future generations.  We have been given life on this planet and everything we need to survive.  Bless the ground we walk on, the sun and universe, the air we breath and all living things... animal, mineral, and vegetable.  Be grateful to everyone who is fighting the fight to save our planet... and above all, promise to do one thing each day, however small it is, to make a difference! 

Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
March 25, 2025

Ode to Earth

Promo clip of Don't Get Along (Unplugged) released 02/05/25.
Full rock version due for release 02/06/25

Don't Get Along (Unplugged) PROMO

Warm Memories

A quiet instrumental about distance, memory, and the air between hearts.  
قطعه‌ای آرام درباره فاصله، خاطره و هوایی که میان دل‌هاست

For those who wish to hold the quiet a little longer:
yunbai.bandcamp.com

Persian Air — هوای پارسی

A journey of intimate sounds, where the violin speaks between silence and subtle electronic echoes.
Sparse melodies, minimalist textures, and delicate harmonies create a space both fragile and profound.
Light remixes bridge classical music with modern soundscapes.

Anima Violini

No AI tools were used!

The bottom line is that the older we get and the more we experience, the less certain we are about things we once thought we knew for sure.

So life has taught me that all I know is that I know nothing!

And I look with sadness and horror at the present state of the human world!

But - 'Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.'

Guitar Above Clouds

Seelensack