u switched (p. jissa)

A folk-style tale from the edge of Fumble Creek, where one goose has haunted a man’s steps since boyhood. Told with wit, rhythm, and a touch of dread, this playful narrative unfolds in verses and pub-worthy choruses — weaving a saga of feathers, folklore, and the kind of menace that waddles where it wills. Whether sung with a grin or a shudder, the tale is yours to take flight.

[LYRICS]

"You laugh today, but mark me word
She’ll find you yet, that flappin’ bird."

I hail from down by Fumble Creek,
Where geese don’t honk — they plot and sneak.
Since I was ten, one’s chased me soul,
With eyes that glint and thighs that roll.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

Back when I were a wee lad still,
Out where the path bends past the mill
She bit me calf behind the swings,
Then tugged me scarf and flapped her wings.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

She stalks me ’round the bramble gate,
While I were out and running late.
She hissed, she darted, gave a clack,
I dropped me pack and legged the track.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

While I nurse a pint, and me mind’s adrift,
She waddles in loud — all fluff and lift.
She squawks like charm, but truth be this:
I hear nowt more than goose-born hiss.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

Me aunt’s cat lost near half her fate,
No lane too narrow, no hour too late.
She cornered three behind the crate,
The Vicar cursed and leapt the gate.

That goose? She’s set the hens to cluck,
And had The Vicar shouting “duck!”

I thought I'd rest — a final sleep,
Six feet below, no squawk, no peep.
But just as soil began to drop—
I swear I heard her goose feet plop.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts—
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

So mark me stone, and mind me plot —
’Tis one waddlin’ menace still haunts the lot.

It just might, aye!

Feathered Menace of Fumble Creek

Video is on Youtube @ WayneTinchMusic

You are the woman I want in my life
I will love you 'til the day that I die
When I'm with you, I feel at home
You're in my heart like a country song

Let's take a blanket down by the creek tonight
Lay it down beneath the pale moon light
And there beneath the stars let me lay you down
Let's make love and watch the world go 'round

Out in the country now
Gonna lay this blanket down
Hold you tight. Gonna love you right
Gonna kiss you all night long
Baby let's make love while listening to
That campfire crackling, the crickets chirping
And that ole hoot owl hooting
Love those country sounds
Laying you down and watching the world go 'round

All I want is you. I can never get enough
Let me hold you close 'til the Sun comes up
If you want to I can take you to the Moon
No one there, just me and you

We can slow dance to the music in our hearts
Make a wish on a shooting star
And when we kiss, let me lay you down
Let's make love and watch the world go 'round

Out in the country now
Gonna lay this blanket down
Hold you tight. Gonna love you right
Gonna kiss you all night long
Baby let's make love while listening to
That campfire crackling, the crickets chirping
And that ole hoot owl hooting
Love those country sounds
Laying you down and watching the world go 'round

Out in the country now
Out in the country now
Gonna lay this blanket down
Hold you tight. Gonna love you right
Gonna kiss you all night long
Baby let's make love while listening to
That campfire crackling, the crickets chirping
And that ole hoot owl hooting
Love those country sounds
Laying you down and watching the world go 'round

Let's make love and watch the world go 'round

"Watch The World Go 'Round" Written by Wayne Tinch

A gentle recording of a small river/creek running over a tiny shore of pebbles. Recorded with LOM Geophone and Zoom F3 Recorder.

Field Recording - Small Creek Runs over Sand Bank

loose leaf ! (p. ayocarie)

Deep Dive

osamason x mullah - creek

Rise of the CreEk

because you can be do what we want to do

2much (p. fendi4luv)

Autumn
Walking it off while the leaves fall
How do you look at someone and tell them
You want to end it all

Sinking
Feeling alone and I'm freezing
Winter has never once helped me
I still want to end it all

Waking
To the pink lilacs in warm spring
How do you look at the flowers
And feel how you want to end it all

Bummer
How I overheat in the summer
Feeling the warm rays on my skin
While trying to end it all

end it all

Falling
Trying to hold on
Crawling
Clinging to dead arms

thank you for listening

dead arms

The void speaks to a child
That's running so carefree and wild
Seems to me you could use a hand

Seeing the bottom of hell
While pretending that all else is well
I want to see him there

Feeling the sinking within
Forgiveness is my only sin
I can't seem to try x2

forgiveness is my only sin

adventure awaits :) prod by me ofc

oh voyager
where do you plan to go
oh voyager
sailing forever unknown

oh voyager
venture the deep seas below
oh voyager
sailing forever unknown

voyager

This little guy was coming for me... RrrrrrUUUUUUNNNNN!

Jitter Creek

songby #Osamason one of my faves 
prod. tae + axjunior + kyle

osamason - creek [prod. tae + axjunior + kyle] *stupidppl edit* せきとは隠されぬ

ethereal indie pop / folk *＊✿❀○❀✿＊* 

I self prod :)
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#creekcult 1/6

🥀more unreleased on my Spotify🥀
mix/master/beaty hmu dm

Deep out of the Alps something is brewing
 
Producer since 2k25

Tribe/Acidcore
Experimental

about me:

i like hats and claps or something like that

Reflecting on the matrix...

Field Recording, Nature Soundscapes, Sound Design.

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Grew up on country and pop music. I love singing and songwriting,. I've met and talked with a few of the greats like Dolly and Johnny Cash - something I will treasure always. If I can, in my lifetime, be half as good as they, then I won't have failed. I love all genres of music; especially music and lyrics that grab the heart. I enjoy writing with other songwriters. I love it when a song takes on its own life and evolves into something greater than was intended. My goal is not to be famous, but to share my songs and sing my heart out for those who listen. Wow! The world is filled with great entertainers. I'm grateful to be even a small part of it. My hats off to all the singer/songwriters out there working hard to make their dreams come true! Enjoy every moment. Wayne Tinch

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