this song is an insane shitshow dumpster fire and I fucking love it

This is such a fun collaboration with Mike Fox and Axel Menningen. I feel so lucky to work with this team! 

Mike has created a wonderful video for you to enjoy as you listen. Please view it here: 
https://youtu.be/q0EfYJIEEdA?si=JhEnBVNhv5GnXlkx

I hope you like this as much as I do. 

Lyrics:

When you saw her face
You couldn't look away
And knew right then and there
(That) One day you would meet

From living room to Kathmandu
Trekking ever closer
Day to day and week by week
Now you're standing at her feet

Chorus
Mount Everest Divine
Goddess of the sky
Cloaked in ice diamonds and white gold
She's magnificent but stone cold
Don't drop your guard, don't be fooled
She's magnificent but stone cold

V2
Nothing with her comes easy
She gives no guarantees
She is the roof of the world
And the ice falls at Khumbu

You give her all you've got
Because nothing less will do
In the end you still may lose
Or watch your dreams come true
Chorus
Mount Everest Divine
Goddess of the sky
Cloaked in ice diamonds and white gold
She's magnificent but stone cold
Don't drop your guard, don't be fooled
She's magnificent but stone cold

Mount Everest Divine

walking in a dream

'make our love (iowtfy)' with Heather/Rentt 

Heather: music
Scotty: lyrics, vocals 

I can't help from being inside of your head.
From when you wake until when you go to bed.
I'm never quite certain of everything that's said.
I'd rather shut the fuck up and make love instead. 

So let's go make our love, babe.
I only want to fuck you.

make our love (iowtfy) (with Heather/Rentt)

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
Guitar strumming tracks and picking tracks Taylor 114ce: Joe Stroffolino
Vocals & Backup Vocals:  Joe Stroffolino
Drums:  EZ Drummer 3
Bass:  PG music Real track

Hey sugar, hope you’re doing alright. I’ve been thinking about you.
Hey sugar hope you’re doing okay. Wonder what you’ve been up to.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, and you had me under your spell.
We’ve both taken a quite a few trips around the sun. Hope time has treated you well.
As for me, I’m a little worse for wear, I’ve gained some weight and lost some hair
But I try to watch my diet and exercise and take care of myself. 
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, if we were to meet up one day and try to rekindle that old chemistry.
Cause chemicals have an expiration date and it’s probably too late to put ourselves in
 a test tube and get that reaction going again.
Hey, sugar I’ve been thinking about you.  Do you ever think about me too.
Time passes and my memory fades and you become more beautiful
I feel like a boxer who’s past his prime and I’m looking for one last fight
Sometimes I wake up and I think about you in the dark and lonely night
Time keeps on passing and there’s not much you can do
It’s easy to look back and regret those options you didn’t pursue
You can spend your days waxing nostalgic, you can cling to your fantasy
Or you can jump in that water under the bridge and take a chance on reality
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, if we were to meet up one day and try to rekindle that old chemistry.  
Cause chemicals have an expiration date and it’s probably too late to put ourselves in
 a test tube and get that reaction going again.
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, but it sure would be nice to rekindle that chemistry.

Just a Memory

Nat wrote this beautiful song about the complexities of marriage that can lead to unfair assumptions, where one spouse takes advantage of another based on the “wedding ring”. The words attempt to get through to the guilty party in hopes of easing the burden on her friend and revitalizing the marriage.

Nat Daniels: vocals, piano, guitar, bass, percussion
Craig Durgy: guitar & vocals
All music written and performed by Daniels & Durgy
Produced by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records ©2025

Lyrics:
Gun For Hire by Daniels & Durgy

It’s time to set aside 
All the shouting and the drama
To look inside yourself 
And release a little karma
‘Cause I heard the way you talked 
About a man I call my friend
And just because you’re married 
Don’t mean you own him ‘till the end

No a ring and a contract 
Won’t keep a good man faithful
It‘s in the way you choose to treat him 
When you’re being mean and hateful
When you break down all his friends
And his ideas just cause you can 
Then expect him to love you with a fire, 
On command like he’s a gun... for hire

No a man needs some comfort 
And some words that understands him 
The hardships that he faces 
‘Cause he's the man to whom you're turning
He carries that with gladness 
For his woman and his kids
And he’ll treat you like an equal
If you do the same to him

So try to show some kindness
Without a reason or a motive
Allow him to have his dreams 
So he can come to you for purpose
And listen without judgement
Before sarcasm leaves your mind
As he is, don't change a single thing 
And he’ll be faithful without a wedding ring 

Oh love him with passionate fire
Not just.. like he’s a gun.. for hire

Gun For Hire

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[Verse 1]
Worked all week for a boss named Dick
Who smells like feet and talks like a prick
Punched out Friday, said “Fuck this place”
Flipped the bird with a smile on my face
Rolled out in my dented Dodge
Tailpipe screamin’, smellin’ like hotdog
Radio stuck on outlaw twang
Cracked a warm beer and let that motherfucker bang
Heard there’s a rager down at Tasha’s land
Where her grandma deals weed and plays in a band
There’s pigs in tutus and folks on shrooms
And a dude named Frog who tattoos in bathrooms

[Chorus]
Oh hell yeah, you can find me
Hammered off my ass in a folding seat
Wearin’ boots I stole from a Goodwill pile
Shotgunnin' Busch with a crooked smile
I find peace
In the chaos, fire, and spilled Jäger
Screamin’ “Y’all ain’t shit!” at the moon like a savior
It’s loud, it’s trash, it’s goddamn blessed
It’s redneck art, it’s shit-kicked & blessed

[Verse 2]
My ex showed up with her new man Chad
He drives a Tesla, she still calls me “Dad”
He said, “Let’s keep it civil,” I said, “Sure, bitch”
Then sprayed nacho cheese in his glitchy switch
Found my buddy Duke passed out in a tire
His ass caught flame near the campfire
Nobody moved, we just filmed that shit
Put it on TikTok and called it 
"Hillbilly Lit"
I made out with a mime who don’t talk at all
Best convo I’ve had since that drunk-ass brawl
Someone’s grillin’ Spam on a flaming rake
It’s a five-star feast for a five-beer stake

[Chorus]
Oh hot damn, you can find me
Barefoot yellin’ “FREE THE NIPPLES” off key
Tryin’ to dance with a goat in a sequin vest
While a preacher’s son gets a tramp stamp chest
I find peace
In the total fuckery of the scene
Runnin’ through fire in cut-off jeans
It ain’t heaven, it ain’t finesse
But it’s holy as hell, it’s shit-kicked & blessed

[Verse 3]
Woke up next to a possum and two old boots
One had a sandwich, one had my tooth
Phone’s blown up with a hundred pics
Of me ass-naked chuggin’ pickle juice quick
Turns out I married someone last night
We swapped vows by a bug zapper light
She said her name was Misty Rain
But her ID says Carl, and honestly—same.
We laughed so hard we pissed in sync
Took a bow, then puked in the sink
This ain’t a party, it’s divine disgrace
It’s a full-blown miracle in a fucked-up place

[Chorus]
Oh sweet Jesus, you can find me
Poppin’ wheelies in a Walmart buggy
Yellin’ “YEE-FUCKIN-HAW” at a goose named Dave
While the sheriff slow claps like “Y’all ain’t saved”
It's in the stupid, the sinful, the wildest mess
Where the weirdos thrive and the cursed feel blessed
It’s dirty, it’s dumb, it’s a redneck quest
It’s shit-kicked, kissed, and goddamn blessed

[Outro]
So here’s to the sinners, the broke and loud
To the freaks, the fools, the unallowed
We may be trash, but we’re self-expressed
This ain’t hell, baby — it’s 
shit-kicked & blessed

Shit-Kicked & Blessed

Just a simple song for the lonely. Old fashioned human music for this modern age.

Lyrics:
I'm bringing you my honest confessional
I'm dying out here, don't you know?
I've been walking the internet at night
I don't know why I always fall for the tawdry
I always fall for the pills
I fall for your sweetest thrills
I'm dribbling down here at the end of the bar
Falling in
(falling in and out)
Falling in and out of love
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the corona eye
You know that I always lie

I could be anything you need
I could be that book that you've been working on...
A paperback. Dog eared and worn...
A book you put up on the shelf...
A book you read that changes your sense of self...
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the coronas' eye
The valley of the lonely...

The Valley Of The Lonely

#9 The Worm

**About This Track**  
—an original AI-assisted song released by Rob Nelson who is “Bring Your Own Brilliance,” and Ron Cameron who is “Alien Garden.” This track blends our human creative choices with AI tools to bring our ideas to life in a unique and expressive way.

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Old Age [Version # 14] [OAGE14] [Reissue]

Jordan Peterson Country Song

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Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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