A playlist full of tracks created by the writers, musicians and producers of our music community, "The MusiCollective" - this is the March 2025 edition, featuring a few fresh tunes and a couple of hits from past March playlists!

A huge congratulations to everyone involved in this. We have a mix of complete recording newbies, seasoned pros and everything in between. All as incredible as each other.

The MusiCollective is a community of people that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (@tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQL…wform?usp=sf_link

TMC Records - March 2025 playlist

New Life

Mama I Dropped The Baby

A collaboration with my good friends Naresh (harmonica), Andrew (lead guitar) and Jenni (vocal harmonies and mixing). Thanks to all of them

A Thousand Miles From Anywhere

A song about making mistakes. Huge thank you to Jenni for her amazing vocals. Hope you all enjoy!

Maybe Twice is Enough

Maybe Twice Is Enough (feat. Jenni Grossmann)

Foggy, through the lights
Such a fuzzy, hazy place
Oh we're all just cursed and lost, and living a lie, and when it comes to you, I can’t even
Confusion, everywhere
Don’t think about it, don't you stare
We all just go along, as if we have a clue, but everywhere we go we’re just laughing, 
At you. Laughing at you, boy.
Waiting, in the line
This is taking, up my time
We all look over there, and see that Mandalay, and look up in the air, and see the sky looks cloudy and
Walking, don’t know where
Can’t think about it, I just don’t care
We all just go along, as if we have a clue, but everywhere we go we’re just laughing, 
At you. Laughing at you, boy.
We all just go along, as if we have a clue, but everywhere we go we’re just laughing, 
At you. Laughing at you, boy.

Laughing At You

A rather weird, kind of gory-sounding song about some kind of dysfunctional relationship à la 'Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf' - that luckily has little to do with my own experience, so no need to get help!

Massive thanks as usual to @doru_uk for his epic bass contribution!

This is part of my second "album", https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/when-the-curtain-falls

Verse 1
I’ll cut your skin, you’ll break my bones
You’re pulling me in, never letting me go 
I pull your hair, while you twist my neck
Lie to my face, crossing fingers behind my back

Chorus
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts…

Verse 2
I’m screaming out at the top of my lungs,
You just cover your ears and calmly cut out my tongue,
I grab you by the collar smash your head against the wall
I drag your hands off your ears, but you hear nothing at all

Chorus
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts

Chorus x 2
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts…

When The Curtain Falls

Draw Blood

Go to the SoundCloud

Reload

In an effort to do something with the very large pile of mostly finished songs that I have written, I’m going to start by making demos of the songs I’ve written so far in my weekly songwriting group. We have a prompt + an hour to write a song each week, and the first song I wrote was with the prompt “four poster bed” - here you go! :) 

photo by Jenn Seguinot (Thru Jenn’s Frames Photography)

Four Poster Bed 

I’m stuck in place
Thinking of all the things I said 
That I can’t erase
Alone in this four poster bed 

I am far gone
But I can’t seem to get away 
Too aware that there is 
So much left to say 

My body feels small 
And my heart feels big 
How did I end up 
Again like this 

Where did the time go 
I’m spinning round
I see four corners 
Give me one path out

Pulling at sheets
Rewatching scenes they will not leave
Was it then or now
It’s all jumbled up inside of me 

I see the door
It calls me but I cannot hear
I am metamorphosis
You’ll see me when things get clear

My body feels small 
And my heart feels big 
How did I end up 
Again like this 

Where did the time go 
I’m spinning round
I see four corners 
Give me one path out

I see four corners
Give me one path out

Four Poster Bed (demo)

LYRICS
Deep in southern Wyoming,
Where he plays the keys.

He fell out of love with Naomi,
He fell out of love with the scene.

He thinks in his mind he might die soon.
So why waste his time?

He keeps an eye on that heirloom,
While he makes up his mind.

20 damn years I’ve been
playing here,

To the sound of my band and the
Smell of beer.

Don’t cower to the crowd
They smell fear

Growing up - my role models,
Now the crowd
Both throw bottles.

It’s so clear now
I need a clear out,

Naomi’s saying I’m acting kinda weird now.

Open tabs for a flat,
I keep an ear out.

I keep my fears in,
She lets her tears out.

Deep in southern Wyoming,
Where he plays the keys.

He fell out of love with Naomi,
He fell out of love with the scene.

He thinks in his mind he might die soon.
So why waste his time?

He keeps an eye on that heirloom,
While he makes up his mind.

I wanna be more
Than digits on a keyboard

Call me Skinner,
Cos I want to see more
Of the world,

Mood up and down
Like a see-saw,

Face like a smacked ass:
Eeyore.

We’d be together forever,
Yeah that’s what she thought.

She sees a peasant, a scumbag,
I’ve got no retort.

I turn to leave and
take the car keys she bought,

I’m off to be more
Tyres screech, she’s floored.

Deep in southern Wyoming,
Where he plays the keys.

He fell out of love with Naomi,
He fell out of love with the scene.

He thinks in his mind he might die soon.
So why waste his time?

He keeps an eye on that heirloom,
While he makes up his mind

Though he goes now,
He’ll stop when he’s found home.

Though he goes now,
He’ll stop when he’s found home.

Though he goes now,
He’ll stop when he’s found home.

Though he goes now,
He’ll stop when he’s found home.

Naomi

Just a track about living your life without the constraints of perception and inhibitions

California High feat. Freshly Grooved (demo)

No strings attached - demo, 17.29

Vocals and guitar Naresh with violin by Jenni , https://youtu.be/oDmWXlQd3-0

The Wind

The MusiCollective is a community of musicians that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (https://soundcloud.com/tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: https://forms.gle/yhyjNKzWGidVCZgN9