Jean Rosealynn

A bitter-sweet, jazz-tinged song about Christmas time and its highs and lows. 

Lyrics:
It’s Christmas morning, what should I do?
Drag myself to church, hung over and blue?
Christmas Eve was grim
I picked a fight I couldn’t win … with you … with you

It’s Christmas
It’s Christmas morning, I stumble out
Seasonal bonhomie, follows me about
I’m beginning to cheer up
Their jokes are making me crack up … and shout … and shout
   
It’s Christmas time … It’s Christmas time 
My love life’s on the line
But it’s Christmas time, yeah, it’s Christmas time

It’s Christmas time … It’s Christmas time 
My life’s a pantomime 
But it’s Christmas time, yeah, it’s Christmas time

The folks who used to walk right past me
Now stop and call me friend
The knives they stuck into my back 
Stowed away till Yuletide’s end

It’s Christmas Day … It’s Christmas Day (in the morning)
Presents by the tree, one for you, none for me 
Still, it’s Christmas Day

It’s Christmas time … A Merry Christmas time (Hark! The herald angels sing)
Gin & tonic, and water turned into wine 
Yes, it’s Christmas time

It’s the day after Christmas, still hung over and blue
The front door is opening . . . . . . and now I see you!
Yes, I see you . . . . it’s really you . . . . It’s truly Christmas time!!
Yes, yours and mine
My life’s turned on a dime
And bells begin to chime 
And it’s Christmas time!

Music & Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers 
Bass guitar, musical arrangement, editing & production: Sergio Aguilar 
Keyboards: Carlos Milán
Trumpet: Franklyn Brooks
Sax: Miguel Covarrubias
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover Design: Michael Sellers
Photo: Nathan Poncet on Pexels

It's Christmas Time!

A ramshackle talking blues song about a guy trying to reach his lady on a payphone.

Lyrics:
I'm heading out
I've got to call my girl
I'm out there
Looking for the last payphone in the modern world

I sold my soul to Ma Bell
Waiting outside the Texico
Using the last payphone in the modern world
I've been saving my dimes
Everybody wants to use this phone

They used to have a payphone
Inside the Roosevelt Hotel
But they removed it
Because it brought in "undesirables"
Hey, that would be me!
Last payphone in the modern world
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!)

Oh, there used to be a payphone
Behind the liquor store
The owner used to let you use his cell phone
But he says:
"No more!"
The last payphone in the modern world

Hey Mister, I'm next
I've been saving my dimes
I've got to call my girl
Let her know how much I'm alive
The last payphone in the modern world.

The Last Payphone In The Modern World

As we approach the holiday season, carols will soon fill the air alongside larger works like Handel’s oratorio, "Messiah," which is a favorite of mine. When I was a child, my parents played Handel’s music in our home during the holidays, and in college, I sang his well-known works with the rest of our chorale.  

One movement, “All We Like Sheep,” makes me think of the biblical parable about the Good Shepherd, who leaves his flock to rescue one sheep that wanders off. I love this story for a number of reasons, but especially because it conveys the message that everyone matters to God, even when we wander and become lost. This parable, found in Luke 15 and Matthew 18, provided the inspiration for my composition, "The Rescue."

The first 25 seconds tell the story of the sheep wandering off, while the rest of the music follows the shepherd’s lengthy search. Throughout the piece, you will hear a recurring major chord that signifies a glimmer of hope as the shepherd continues his search. The shepherd nears the end of his journey when the music begins to slow down, and the very last chord represents the moment of discovery and rescue. The lost sheep is finally found and gently cradled in the shepherd's arms to return home.

The Rescue

Lyrics:
Twenty floors up, just you and me,
You look amazing, wild and free.
I smell your scent, it drives me wild,
A sensual tease for an elevator ride.

You assess my ass, eyes burning bright,
Leather and tattoos, You’re pure delight.
You lean in close, your breath on my skin
You touch my waist, let the fury begin.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

I’m overwhelmed, panties at my knees
The mirrors reflect our tangled bodies
I wave and moan as the world fade.
In this metal box, our love displayed.

We kiss deeply, I  fondle your nipples
Between my thighs, your hand stipples.
Impressionist orgasm, a master piece.
Our reflections multiply my bliss.

(Bridge)
We’re caught in our rush,
oh, that heated blush.
Bring this orgasmic lush, 
Get ready for the gush.

(Chorus)
In this elevator, under the crude lights,
Your kinky smiles, my desire ignites.
Dirty words, your devilish fingers,
Moments like these, forever lingers.

The doors open, unleash our heat,
I pull up my panties, red as a beet.
My friends’ flat is on the right,
The doors close, you take flight.


Elevator Love

"Unversuchte Kraft"

„Und niemand weiß, wie weit seine Kräfte gehen, bis er sie versucht hat." 
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ein Lied über den Moment, wenn Zweifel verstummen und ungelebte Möglichkeiten erwachen. Über die Angst, die vom Fahrer zum Beifahrer wird. Über Samen, die zu Licht werden, wenn wir endlich loslassen.

Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere – bis ein Riss die Stille bricht.

🎻 Chamber Folk Duett
🎹 Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Cello, Violin, Acoustic Bass, Soft Percussion

Musik & Text: Viktor & Edeltraud Trncik
© 2025

Für alle, die noch nicht wissen, wie weit sie gehen können.
Für alle, die es herausfinden wollen.

#ChamberFolk #Duett #VTmusic #EdeltraudTrncik #Goethe #UnversuchtKräfte  #AcousticMusic #FolkMusic #GermanMusic #Songwriter #IndependentArtist
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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Still wie Nebel liegt die Schwere
Nicht bedrückend, nur vertraut
Diese alte, kalte Leere
Die sich selbst ein Nest gebaut

Kribbeln vor dem ersten Sprunge
Stimme flüstert laut ihr „Nein“
Doch die Seele singt die junge
Was könnt’ es sein?

Ein Riss durchbricht die Stille
Wie Sonnenlicht durch grauen Tag
Und plötzlich weicht der Wille
Der Neugierde nach einem neuen Tag

Unversuchte Kräfte wachen
In mir auf wie Morgenrot
All die ungelebten Träume
Brechen durch die alte Not

Staunen, pures Kinderstaunen
Kinderstaunen
Was möglich ist, wenn Grenzen fallen
Nicht gewonnen, nein … gefunden
Der Berg war nie zu hoch …
… für meinen Willen!

Unversuchte Kräfte fließen
Wie ein Strom durch meine Brust
Samen, die zu Blüten sprießen
Aus dem Mut zur Lebenslust

Die Angst sitzt still daneben
Nicht mehr Fahrer, nur noch Gast
Ich weiß nicht, wo die Grenzen leben
Und das ist keine Schwäche … das ist Kraft 

Still wie Nebel lag die Schwere
Jetzt liegt Frieden, warm und weit
In der Tiefe meiner Seele
Lebt die unversuchte Kraft


English translation:
Silent as fog lies the heaviness
Not oppressive, just familiar
This old, cold emptiness
That has built itself a nest

Tingling before the first leap
A voice whispers loudly "No"
But the soul sings the young one
What could it be?

A crack breaks the silence
Like sunlight through a gray day
And suddenly the will gives way
To curiosity for a new day

Untried powers awaken
In me like the dawn
All the unlived dreams
Break through the old hardship

Amazement, pure childlike amazement
Childlike amazement
What is possible when boundaries fall
Not won, no... found
The mountain was never too high...
...for my will!

Untried powers flow
Like a stream through my chest
Seeds that sprout into blossoms
From the courage to enjoy life

Fear sits quietly beside me
No longer the driver, just a guest
I don't know where the boundaries lie
And that's not weakness... that's strength 

Silent as fog lay the heaviness
Now lies peace, warm and wide
In the depths of my soul
Lives the untried power

Unversuchte Kraft

Cast of Characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar delayed, foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and PRS EG semi-hollow body electric guitar

First of all, we wish the happiest Thanksgiving to all our wonderful SoundCloud friends and family. This song began as a twinkle in Artur's eye a couple months ago. Hey composed it with his Jaguar, as that is the premium surf guitar out there, and shared it with Tez, who invited the rest of us onto the project. 
   Tez, being the first on the boat, added his thrilling guitar fills and solos first. It was kind of odd the way we did this one, in fact, with the melodic/chordal instruments first, followed by the rhythm section. That said, JJ was next up to bat, adding his magical electric piano and soaring organ. Ken was first up for the backline, adding his driving drums. Josh then finally added his fretless bass to the stew. But before he was done, Josh also added the guitar solo you hear from 1:30-1:55. 
  After it was all said and done, we asked Tez to mix it for us, as he is a master producer and mixer. 
  This is the latest in a long line of surf rock songs of Artur's we've been fortunate enough to get to play with. He is the surfingest Polish fellow you will ever come across, and a wonderful, familiar collaborator with Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Surf Vibe (Eclectic Collective with Surfers Like Us)

Original track
Music made in GarageBand
Not a fancy cool track, just simple stuff, from my heart ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

Dear little child
Inside me
Please come out
I need to heal
Dont be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be...  Free...

Dear little child
Take my hand
I will protect you
And understand
don't be afraid
You are safe

I want you to see
I belive in you
I need you to be....  Free.....

I need to heal
I need you to be...  Free....

Dear Little Child   (Original)

This is the first track with me and my dear son together.
He made this beautiful music and mix, I made lyrics and vocals
Thank you so much, EffAy (Fredrik),  you are awesome!
🫶
(Sounds best with ear phones)

I'm  floating on a wave...
Flying in the wind...
I'm dancing to the light...
Breathng the air of life....

Floating

A good friend of mine is a huge fan of 70's psychedelic rock and ballads with guitars. So, I offer him this little parody, in my own personal style.
Lyrics:
She came gooning across the water,
With her vibrators and dildos,
Looking for an orgasmic pleasure,
pulsing from her ears to her toes.
Underneath the creamy moonlight,
the rhythm's calling her like the waves
She edged like a flame in the night,
In the lost lusty realm she craves

Chorus
Oh,  let the sultry winds blow,
Feel the desire rise like a tide, 
let the pleasure vibes flow,
humping on the pillow you ride.

She’s a mermaid on the shoreline,
Calling out to the souls at sea,
Where the sensual energies shine,
She set the creamy orgasms free.
The ocean’s heart was banging faster,
With every squirt, the tide embraced,
Her wild energy, building her disaster,
On the horny paths she traced .

Chorus
Oh,  let the sultry winds blow,
Feel the desire rise like a tide, 
let the pleasure vibes flow,
humping on the pillow you ride.

She came gooning across the water,
With her vibrators and dildos,
Looking for an orgasmic pleasure,
pulsing from her ears to her toes.
Let the juice come crashing over,
She’ll ride the waves into the sun,
With orgasms that will last forever,
The journey has just begun.

Chorus
She came gooning across the water,
With her vibrators and dildos,
Looking for an orgasmic pleasure,
pulsing from her ears to her toes.


She came accross the water

A new track from me and my son  EffAy  (Fredrik)
He  played the guitar and made the mix
I made lyrics and vocal
Thank you once again, Fredrik. So glad you will make music with your mum ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

The morning dew is here
Old memories come through..
The taste of coffee, makes me think
I used to drink it with you...
I see your face in the morning dew..

The morning dew is here
But slowly the sky turns blue
I drink my coffee, look around and smile
The sunbeams dance around you
And chase away the morning dew...

Morning Dew

Independently unpolished band who like to be happy.  Unintentionally retro. Effortlessly uncool.

We'd describe ourselves as unpolished with dashes of introspection, cynicism, irony & humour. Tom Robinson describes us as ‘optimistic jangle fuzz merchants’.

We're very pleased to have had lots of radio play & positive feedback from the likes of BBC Radio 6 Music, BBC Introducing East Midlands, Radio Caroline & Exile FM Radio amongst others. We’ve also been chosen several times as a Fresh On The Net 'Fresh Fave'.

Despite being quite a reclusive band with modest ambitions - we like our music to be heard outside of our own heads!

All our music is available for free download on Bandcamp.

Jean Rosealynn

The Happy Somethings

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