All singles released by Tim Stiles
www.timstilesmusic.com

Singles by Tim Stiles

Please don't belittle me if you can't remember my name
I've probably forgotten yours, so we're both to blame
And that's fine, forgetfulness increases with age
But so should respect for one another, don't be dismayed

It's ok, just admit it to my face you forgot
Don't back-pedal by guessing what it is not
I won't be livid, we're all just fish in a pond
But if you can't reel in my name, it definitely isn't "boss"

Look, some people put the "pro" in pronouns
And "boss" is the opposite of making the merry-go-around
Meetings impersonal are a virtual step down
Treating your peers like they elected to be let down

With a flex of the chest, dick semi-erect
It's those with little to no intellect and a tattooed neck
Greetings so indirect that they're demeaning at best
It's this downright disrespect which I cannot accept

I don't know if it's tradition or you're establishing position
But "boss" connotations make me feel like trash in the kitchen
Perhaps its a way to for you to mock or manipulate
But approaching others in this way is just a bad decision

This ironic hyperbole is surrounded by uncertainty
And when that's how you refer as me, it curtains on courtesy
I'm a person, not some object in your periphery
It's about time you changed up your delivery

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge
Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E

It's not like being called "boss" is innately debilitating
It simply comes across as vaguely humiliating
You may consider it a sign of respect
But when the intonation's off, I wonder what you're insinuating

Weighing pro's and cons of circumstance's extenuating
Simulating you're in charge simply isn't stimulating
Don't even get me started on "chief", discriminating
It's mistakes like these I wish you'd discontinue making

Other nomenclatures wont make you seem like a hater
Say "What's up, player!" and we'll totally meet up later
Try "What's happening, my dawg!" and I'll react with applause
But if you tack on "boss", its time to meet your maker

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge
Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E

At first I was elated thinking you'd make it in this round
You'd greet me by my first name, then we'd pop some Chrystal
But the way that you played it has me clenching my fist now
Coming off so abrasive I hate it, I'm so pissed now

This monster you created is creating a list now
Of dirt bags so jaded who'll never get a fist pound
You missed out, I wish you'd get the (bleep) out of this town
For now, I'm walking away from this clown

Who's the Boss? Not me, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? You are, when that's what you call me
Who's the Boss? Both of us any given moment, neither are in charge
Who's the Boss? Well that's me, but only if you spell it B-A-W-S-E

Who's The Boss?

Dedicated to our mother, Barbara Munson Stiles 1944-1986
Official Video: https://youtu.be/asPyzNYpXsw

It’s been a while right, brother?
Approaching 40, leaving our 30's behind
Born in August, 1979 when bell-bottoms were retired
And everyone tuned into Saturday Night Live!

While the Young were getting Restless on Sesame Street
And The Brady Bunch spent 60 Minutes counting the Days Of Our Lives
Him and I slept adjacent, laid there in waiting
Separated by hospital blinds

Little did we know a process had been initiated,
Halted, then resolved with adoption papers
One problem, this involvement Dad and Mom engaged in
Only implied one son, not a package of displaced twins

While in that lawyer’s office reality weighed in
I like to think that thankfulness overjoyed them
I like to think that neither blinked the moment that lawyer grinned
And said, “It’s not just one kid,” their is actually two of them”

Fortunately Barbara reacted with reciprocity
Knowing two boys would be great since her and Jim could now afford it
The new job she landed in banking was amazing
All she’d ever wanted was a family, previously thwarted

By factors such as sterility and lack of income
Inability to give birth plagued her everything and then some
Now came an opportunity for not only one, but twins, umm
Just gotta convince Jim. Easily done

Jim signed the papers, solidifying custody
Two weeks later we were shipped to Monterey from Muncie
Two midwest born bastards were undeniably lucky
Accepted and adopted to the west coast of the country

They expected One but then there were Two
One fair-skinned pale in comparison to Two
These Two share heritage, plus eyes of blue
It’s quite a delight knowing there are Two sides to you

Life meant for One yet delivered One more than
One left, Two right-brained, out of sorts twins
To this day we take steps with importance
Him rocking my “Tims." Me wearing his “Jordans"

During adolescence, computers were my pastime
I DOS commanded bulletin boards just to pass time
A game junky too but never a Sega “Genesist"
Before N64, I can barely remember which

Consoles I owned, yet what I do remember is
Jordan being my Super Nintendo arch nemesis
When it came to Street Fighter Two, he'd pick Blanka
And I'd Chun Li the shit out of his shins, making things awkward

Little did he know I'd already studied his moves
He used to get so pissed, throwing the controller across the room
It made sense though, he was never bred for technology
To this day he still calls me instead of Googling, ha!

Honestly, I shouldn't give him so much grief
While I was nerding out, he was turning out art you wouldn't believe
Whether pencil to paper, acrylic & hand-brushed
Charcoal and chalk, or watercolor to canvas

Jordan as a young man didn’t have visions of grandeur
He materialized decisions with precision and stamina
From cartoon-inspired, to realistic landscapes
He emptied cans of paint, presenting pieces hand-made

Always been ahead of his time with a history you can't trace
Talent worth far more than anyone can pay
Furthermore, he holds the torch to our campaign
We’ll always remain One, traversing Two different pathways

They expected One but then there were Two
One fair-skinned pale in comparison to Two
These Two share heritage, plus eyes of blue
It’s quite a delight knowing there are Two sides to you

Life meant for One yet delivered One more than
One left, Two right-brained, out of sorts twins
To this day we take steps with importance
Him rocking my “Tims." Me wearing his “Jordans"


Written by Tim Stiles
Produced by Qreepz
Original Beat Composition by Tim Stiles
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Jay Battle
@ The Battlefield Seattle, WA

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Wearing My Jordans

Official theme song for The Sandwich Situation Podcast.
Listen and Subscribe on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1FZl5neDCl4V9nK6P82ZH1?si=2b3ec4d3c9f342ea

Written by Tim Stiles
Prod. by Openoptics
Mixed and mastered by Jay Battle @ The Battlefield Studios | Seattle, WA

The Sandwich Situation

A funny, happy intro jingle to lighten the mood during my work team's weekly service review / on-call handoff meetings (Docusign Organization Management)

Lyrics:
Welcome everyone
From the team that’s number one
A brand new week has come

Hope you’re ready to have some fun
From an insightful discussion
It’s the Weekly Service Review

We’ll take a holistic view
Investigate each clue
Let metrics lead us to
Improvement avenues

We’ll speak on what we had to do
From on call bugs that stacked the queue
To incidents that accrued 

If you’re up next, don’t be bummed
From failing regression runs
If you feel under the gun
We’ll help you when you're stunned

Keep a positive attitude
Don’t worry, it’s not just you
Our team’s got your back to see it through

So, welcome everyone
From the team that’s number one
To the Weekly Service Review

I said, welcome everyone
Welcome everyone
To the Weekly Service Review

Written, produced, recorded, mixed & mastered by Tim Stiles @timstilesmusic

Weekly Service Review

The Weekly Service Review

'Whirlwind' Written by Tasha McCoy & Tim Stiles 
Main Vocal & Guitar: Tasha McCoy 
Rap Vocal: Tim Stiles
Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/PV1p_s9VLus
www.facebook.com/TashaMcCoyMusic 
https://timstiles.bandcamp.com/track/whirlwind-tasha-mccoy-feat-tim-stiles
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by J. Lee Mezus at AD1 Studios, Seattle, WA 
Copyright 2016 Tasha McCoy Music & Tim Stiles Music 
All rights reserved

Lyrics:
[Tasha] 
Watching the pages of my fairytale 
Go up in flames 
Seeing the embers fade 
From orange to grey 

Wondering where you are and 
When did you get so far? 
How do I let go 
Of the one who I gave my heart? 

[Tim] 
It was a sword first forged, 
Set in stone 
Perfectly placed 
I accepted it alone.. 

With heavy risk in tow 
I left my home 
Cause my hands' grip 
Fit the mold 

And oh, how the steel glowed 
Once unsheathed 
Imparting relief from 
The harsh winds beneath 

Yet the whites of my teeth, 
Guiding lights, bridal wreaths, 
And idle speak 
Leave a sour tone.. 

[Tasha] 
Maybe the whirlwind gathered 
Too much force 
When you stormed the castle doors 

Maybe you were scared 
By all the thorns 
And dragons, babe 

We could’ve had it all 
...could’ve had it all... 

Watching the pages of my fairytale 
Go up in flames 
Seeing the embers fade 
From orange to grey 

Wondering where you are 
And when did you get so far? 
How do I let go of 
The one who I gave my... 

Maybe the whirlwind gathered 
Too much force 
When you stormed the castle doors 

Maybe you were scared 
By all the thorns 
And dragons, babe 

We could’ve had it all 
...could’ve had it all... 

[Tim] 
With each block laid, 
The fiddlers played 
Calming the flames 
Your dragons did throw 

We felt the same way 
About this foundation paved 
Inside the moat 
So our hands did hold.. 

This castle as a promise 
Made between two souls 
With honesty you’d be my queen 
With a candid pose 

I never thought a torchlight 
Would leave me in the standing cold.. 
Banished from the gates 
In an unknown land below 

Once it began to snow 
You clambered close 
But once at your wits end 
You abandoned hope 

Windswept by a mission 
I’ll never plan to know 
But it won’t cause 
My prince a stammered growth 

He’ll wear a canvas cloak 
Never the emperor’s clothes 
He’ll raise this sword 
With an exceptional scope 

See the Fairytale's the Dream. 
Reality’s the stone. 
And the Whirlwind will recede 
Once we finally feel at home.. 

[Tasha] 
Maybe the whirlwind gathered 
Too much force 
When you stormed the castle doors 

Maybe you were scared 
By all the thorns 
And dragons, babe 

We could’ve had it all... 
...could’ve had it all... 
We could’ve had it all.

Whirlwind | Tasha McCoy feat. Tim Stiles

Written by Tim Stiles
Produced by J Lee Mezus
Co-Produced by Ryan Knopp
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by J Lee Mezus @ AD1 Studios
Copyright 2016 Tim Stiles Music

With ease of usability
And flexible utility
We keep business
Moving forward, digitally

From our web app
To aspects of mobility
You can file away your file cabinets
No need to keep killing trees
 
We astound and conquer
Boundaries bound by border
With an automated routing order
 
Paper workflows are the past,
Printable's don’t last, just ask our
Founding father, (Tom) Gonser

And he’ll tell you
Via in-person or interview
An elixir's produced
From the way we’ve built this centrifuge

Let your business rules loose
To our astute and honored,
Transformation
Lying right around the corner

Remaining unconfined while
I preach it through bars
With contract completion
Confident and secure

In any city or province
Your documents are safe
Encrypted in our 'cloud’
With an audit-able trace

Our system's fuselage
And its reach for the stars
Makes us wonder, one day
Will we settle on Mars?

For now the gravity lingers,
With a glimmer, fantastic
Paper weights’ll dissipate
Once we reach intergalactic

CHORUS
Going Electronic,
Surpassed the hurdle
Won’t you DocuSign the light with me?

Going Worldwide
Was just a rehearsal
Now, DocuSign the globe with me

We Started With An ‘E',
Came back, full circle
So, DocuSign the stars with us

Our mission is a MUST,
Next galaxy or BUST
As our network of TRUST
Becomes UNIVERSAL

Our scalable API
And logical UI
Breakthroughs elevate
Right through cloud 9

Blanketing the planet with
Outstanding advantages
Of document management
From sending to sign

No we’re blasting off
With an everlasting,
Craft evolved

Got an issue?
We’ll ensure you
That’s resolved

Our stars are aligned,
Alive and well
Derived from Orion’s Belt
With each casting call

Quelling legal worries
In a light speed hurry
Working intellectually
With regulatories

Digital Signatures?
We have a vial full
Going viral, not a single virus
Viable against plights of glory

Sure attackers try to
Pull wool over our eyes
Yet we sneak right through
Any wolves in disguise

Call us lambs undercover with
A brand recognized
From Healthcare & Government
To Sciences of Life

Need a contract signed?
Even the meek and the blind
See our accessibility's
Unique and defined

Don’t be surprised, nor
Hide under your mattress
Instead, join our climb as
We breach intergalactic 

CHORUS
Going Electronic,
Surpassed the hurdle
Won’t you DocuSign the light with me?

Going Worldwide
Was just a rehearsal
Now, DocuSign the globe with me

We Started With An ‘E',
Came back, full circle
So, DocuSign the stars with us

Our mission is a MUST,
Next galaxy or BUST 
As our network of TRUST
Becomes UNIVERSAL

We instinctively
Greet e-trends
And proactively
Reach out our hands

To any customer
On the cusp of success
 Doing nothing less than
Meeting their needs
To the end

From Facilities, IT
And Finance
To Sales, Support
And Procurement

With a regal reliance
On legal compliance
We help ‘em rise with
The Standard of xDTM

Our entire philosophy
Began with ferocity
Now our goal's to extend
An impactful reciprocity

It didn’t take a prophecy
Nor some kind of anomaly
Make no mistake
We’ve achieved escape velocity

Bobbin’ and weavin’ pylons
Idleness gets the side-arm
With a product line
Globally relied on

Efficiently improving
Each integration piled on
Security leaping forward
Implementing Single Sign On

Secure socket layers
Are just one nomenclature
In our force of nature's
Bag of winning hat-tricks

On the horizon’s something major
What’s seen is fantastic
Our arm’s length reaches out
Breaching intergalactic

CHORUS
Going Electronic,
Surpassed the hurdle
Won’t you DocuSign the light with me?

Going Worldwide
Was just a rehearsal
Now, DocuSign the globe with me

We Started With An ‘E',
Came back, full circle
So, DocuSign the stars with us

Our mission is a MUST
Next galaxy or BUST
As our network of TRUST
Becomes UNIVERSAL

Universal Trust

A song about lice that's not really about lice with Visceral Candy. All instrumentation accomplished by the human voice alone.

Order the Limited Edition CD or Digital Download - Ball Of Wax vol. 44 at https://ballofwax.bandcamp.com/album/ball-of-wax-volume-44

"I am so glad Seth Swift et al. took up my all-vocals challenge to concoct this delightfully twisted hip-hop tune about insecurity, lice, and boogers. Just four tracks in we’ve seen the stark, solo vocal; the multi-tracked faux rock band; the sweet looping duo; and the straight up doo-wop barbershop quartet – and now on track five we have something completely different: Voices effected and twisted six ways to Sunday and turned into drum machines, basses, synths, and who knows what all, backing up Swift and guest vocalist Tim Stiles’s sad and ridiculous tale of woe. Every single piece that was submitted to me for this volume of Ball of Wax treated the vocals-only constraint as a challenge, but used it to create pieces that stand on their own and that I would want to keep listening to whatever the instrumentation. “Scratching My Head” is no exception." - Levi Fuller (www.ballofwax.org)

Written by Seth Swift (Visceral Candy) & Tim Stiles
Vocals by Seth Swift, Tim Stiles, & Ian Hernandez
Produced by Jay Battle
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at The Battlefield Seattle, WA

[Tim Stiles]
The lice they bite and cheat
I don’t know why they lie to me
Don’t know why they lie with me
I'm just trying to sleep in

Not even the size of peas
I even tried some bleach
But this bleed's constantly
Leading me closer to the deep end 

Their incessant sidling
And follicle, finding feasts
Makes Fridays kind of bleak
I’m not looking forward to the weekend 

The cries outlined in speech
Fall on deaf ears, so silently
That I don’t know how I'll feel tomorrow
I suppose I’ll just pretend 

That the day
I had the chance to meet them
I made the same glance
Made to cretans  

In a straight line
Filed into sequence
Their colonizing decides
My pretense 

It was all cherry wine
When I needed them
Sour at first
But a tad sweetened 

Now I wear a hat
Like a feral mask
Too scared to scratch
For a reason, I don’t get it

[Seth Swift]
I don’t get it 
I... I... don’t get it

[Seth Swift]
I don’t really know why they smile
Everyone is smiling at me
But man, I guess I’ll take it
I have had a terrible week

It wasn’t just dudes on Capitol Hill 
It was even pretty ladies
Wasn’t just panhandlers on the street
It was even people who seemed angry

Sniff, Sniff.. Why does my nose itch?
Ah, crap...

How could I have guessed what I would find
There on the tip of my nose
How could I have guessed the whole time
The goodwill I built was hanging from my nose

Why do I... even try?
It never does any good
Out on the street... I’m just a douche
I’m just a do-o-o-o-uche

Everyone they smile at me
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Looking all askance at me
I don’t know, I don’t know why

[Seth Swift x Ian C. Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
I don’t get it
I... I... don’t get it

[Tim Stiles]
The lies divide my sleep
Uninvited, idle creeps
Compromising vital needs
I’m just trying to sleep in 

I fold just like the pleats
In sweat-soaked, piles of sheets
Toss ‘n’ turn to find some peace
Scratching closely at the deep end 

Inviting such violent dreams
My bed board whines and creaks
Friday night’s a frightful treat
I’m not looking forward to the weekend 

“Why?”s out cried and screeched
Go unanswered and I don’t seek
Solution nor sympathy
Just relief from this grievance

On the night
I had the chance to meet them
I pulled sheets back
Down to knees and 

In a straight line
Filed into sequence
Their colonizing ignited
My weakness 

It’s all good and fine,
I never needed them
Acquaintances
Never meant to be friends 

I’ll burn a match
And turn this hat
Into an urn and laugh
For a reason, I don’t get it... 

[Seth Swift x Ian C. Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
I don’t get it 
I... I... don’t get it

Scratching My Head

Scratching My Head (Ball of Wax Vol. 44 Version)

In loving memory of Christina Lorraine Connell
November 14th, 1983 - April 12th, 2016
Written for Christina circa 2012
All proceeds from this song go directly to Christina's family

Video: https://vimeo.com/187595812

Written by Tim Stiles
Produced by Nick Goodwin
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Kevin Bressler @ Whiney Cat Audio | Seattle, WA
Artwork by Richard Lim
Video by Tim Stiles

Lyrics:
I’d be lying telling you
I didn’t like her
She won with that grin
The moment I laid eyes on her

Beside myself
Just sitting beside...
Her mannerisms 
Right in line with my quirks

As we discussed our
Love for salt and
Fumbled newsprints
Anxiety sprung ‘n’
I felt uncertain

Does she like me? Even slightly?
Why me? I’m not even in the right league

Watching her interest peak
Through open-laced, draped curtains 
I didn’t walk the walk
I just talked like a complacent person

Fidgeting every once in a while
But that crack of her smile
Made any concern worthless

Affection grew so quickly
It felt like an injection
Worry depleted,
Leaving a connection

We’d figured out
The thickest clouds
Of doubts and misconception
Wouldn’t disallow two lost souls
To call an exception...

She Is...
So willing to fight
For the opportunities
We both intend to grasp

She Is...
Cumbersome at times
But so am I
When down-strides
Lead us off-track

She Is..
That anomaly
Who comforts me
Even when I’m being a stupid-ass

She Is...
The Love of my Life
It’s only a matter of time
‘Till she becomes my other half..

So apprehensive when I met her
Platinum blonde and tattooed
Is not my normal endeavor

Usually I reach
For a quieter kind of women
Yet to me she’s a breath of fresh air
I find exquisite...

Common wills
Allowed fate to take its turn
Embracing patience
Is straight making this work

Won each other over
Despite some dumb stumblings
Now, at dry humored breakfasts
Smiles replace smirks

Giving thanks to her
Best friend Jaime
Without her fairy dust
We would’ve never sustained

She...
Connected us,
Helping us accept the trust
We now have for one another...

We’re still caressing the crust
Yet the checklist is done
First impressions exceeded
We are reflected as one

What comes next’ll be
Expressed in a tongue
Only we know how to speak
‘Cause we are invested,
In Love

She Is…
The most creative, yet
Uncredited story writer
You have never read

She Is...
Innately competitive
Presented any challenge ‘n’
She’ll come out ahead

She Is...
Respectfully talented
In the way she speaks her mind
With such wit and intelligence

She Is...
Uncommonly genuine
In spite of any personal pain
She’s dwelling in

She Is…
One who sides with her family
Selflessly, whenever
They need her hand

She Is...
The utmost comforting
Encompassing a beauty
Unsurpassed

She Is...
The brightest of company
Accompanied by
The most addictive laugh

She Is..
The love of my life
It’s only a matter of time
‘Till she becomes
My other half..

Every love story starts
With glory in subordination
For at least four scores
For two hearts

More often than not
Roads’ve been blocked
Be we just take a pause...
Until the steers can cross

Hell, we overcame the obstacle
Of never finding one another
Like one of pair of lost socks

Damper determination?
It shall not at all
The hamper caught the fall
Our dedication won’t drop the ball

All in all we feed this beast
We call our love and
We'll never leave this feast
It’s all succumbed

To a beautiful union
Viewed unsuitable to some
Others with opinions
Can continue chewing their gums
Fuck ‘em!

She fills that void
In my heart-place-missed
Lighting dark days
With her spark-laced kiss

Kill the noise!
This is just our start, cadence
Let the harps play
Until the stars cave in!

We’ll never part ways
We're too far staged and
For now we face hardships
With hearts racing!

One hurdle lingers,
One question left to ask’ll
Match circles on our fingers
Under an archway, since

She Is...
She Is...
She.. Is...

She Is

'Take Too' is a collaboration I'm fortunate enough to have worked on with Dublin hip hop artist & photographer, Ferdia Mooney (aka Anti-One). We wrote this song soon after we first met in Dublin in March 2016. We've stayed in touch and recently finished this all fun and games track. Enjoy!

LYRICS
[Anti-One] 
Take two? Fuck you 
I’m coming in steady like a shoot of bamboo 
Flow so heavy, your underwear is ruined 
I'm coming with the sickness like a dude with the flu 

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m totally ill, 
Deadly boy, yo I got a license to kill 
Dude, I’ve got more clout than Mordecai 
And I’ve got a Queen Margaret by my side 

Running level with superiors, call me Benson 
Skipping over walls, they tried to have me fenced in 
But i got the muscles, man, to keep your attention 
High-fiving ghosts from another dimension 

Shooting the breeze, John Rigby & Co. 
Me and my bro, Tim Stiles, you know 
When the track pops off we’ll be spending that dough 
But only if i correct my flow 

[Tim Stiles] 
See, it takes two racquets ‘n’ 
One ball to play tennis 
And sure it’s “all love" 
Until “you lost”’s sentence predicate 

Life’s not fair 
Like the law of landlord-tenants 
When you pawns all stare 
Wait, wait, wait who are we playing chess against? 

You oughta take a second look 
Left and right at your Rooks 
Who’s protecting your Queen 
And igniting your moves? 

The domino effect 
Takes precedence 
You should’ve “Called Saul" 
Before you courted crossed messages 

It goes, Anti-One, Tim-Two 
To make ya'll fall, repetitive 
And write a song 
To the ivory collapse of your presages 

The door of your flat 
Has a pink slip slapped 
We’ve even boarded your cat 
And bubble-wrapped your vestiges 

So much for a lasting impression, kid.. 
One Seattle, One Dublin-ite 
Crushed your complex, oedipus 

To your existence void 
We’ll flip a coin 
As you vacate the premises 
With one foot in the grave 
The other sunk in a treasure chest.. 

[Anti-One] 
It takes two to breakthrough, that’s why I’m Anti-One 
Can’t do this alone, I need the family fund 
But now the family’s stunned that I'm the number one 
But second isn’t for this, son 

Three singles and I played EP 
Four friends in the band when you see me 
Five songs recorded in an hour 
Should’ve been six, but the mic couldn’t handle my power 

Seven beats made in a single week, 
Eight weeks, left the rap game complete 
Nine lives, but I’ve used 18, 
36 Chambers since I was 16... 

[Tim Stiles] 
It goes Anti-One, Tim two to make ya'll fall repetitive 
Wait? Who are we playing chess against?
credits

Written by Ferdia Mooney and Tim Stiles 
Prod by Ferdia Mooney

Take Too ft. Tim Stiles

Download at Tim Stiles' Bandcamp: https://timstiles.bandcamp.com/track/rose-colored-glasses

ABOUT
My dad used to constantly remind me, "Tim, you shouldn't compare yourself to others." 

'Rose Colored Glasses' is a new collaboration with producer, Mack Formway (Ricky Pharoe/Art Vandelay - 'Eye 8 The Crow', 'Face Tattoo') and features instrumentation by singer & songwriter, George Galvez. 

RCG focuses on the plight of the 'underdog' and our society's tendency to compare ourselves with others more often than we should. I struggled with this as a youth. In this song I reveal resulting personal insecurities I had and provide a window into my experiences with the hope that others can relate. 

In my opinion, seeing only the surface and turning a blind eye to media-influenced definitions of others' "flaws" can be detrimental to one's confidence and sense of self worth. We're going to have our prejudices and assumptions as we meet people through life--That's normal. However, I disagree with anyone who says it's dog-eat-dog world. It's about time we stopped peeking over our neighbors' fence to see what they are/have, and quit weighing ourselves on a scale that simply doesn't exist. 

I hope this song reminds listeners that the beauty in others and themselves is located far below the surface... below the visible tip of a grass' blade... within its roots per se. We shouldn't live life so pessimistically and comparatively. Walking through life with a rose-shaded point of view is not the way to overcome this either. That in itself perpetuates denial and depression. There's far more that can be witnessed and loved about yourself and those around you if you keep a, clear, open mind. - Tim Stiles

Written by Tim Stiles
Prod. by Mack Formway  
Feat. Guitar & Bass by George Galvez 
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Kevin Bressler @ Whiney Cat Audio

Rose Colored Glasses

Short story: My 6 year DocuVersary is soon approaching! I hope you enjoy this new remix of Start With An 'E'!
Long story: In winter 2014, after ~3 years working in the support dept. at DocuSign, I felt so fortunate to be a part of the company that I decided to write a song. Start With An 'E' became the first of two tribute songs and celebrates our product, purpose, and team of talented, driven employees. I love the original version (prod. by J Lee Mezus) but I always felt I didn't perform on the track with the energy I originally intended. Therefore, I decided to revisit the song with the help of producer and engineer, Jay Battle. This, just as the original features the vocals of my multi-talented friend, Paradame.

Start With An 'E' (J.Battle Remix)

Start With An 'E' feat. Paradame (J. Battle Remix)

Please check out my other music and subscribe! All links can be found via https://linktr.ee/timstilesmusic

'Let It Be' Official Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/tHf4Z3rJr5w
'Let It Be' marks Trinity Richter's second time ever in a recording studio and our first collaboration. I'm blown away by how well she sings at such a young age and look forward to working with her on future projects. Ground-up production you'll hear is all thanks to the amazing, Jay Battle (Qreepz). Enjoy and please share!

Let It Be

Based on a true story. RIP Nancy.
From the EP 'All The Rest' by Visceral Candy: https://visceralcandy.bandcamp.com/album/all-the-rest-ep

All The Rest

Nancy Killers (feat. Jay Battle and Tim Stiles)

Free Download

Nancy Killers (Visceral Candy feat. Jay Battle and Tim Stiles)

A tribute to MLB Angels baseball player, Mike Trout. Listen to / Download full song here: https://timstiles.bandcamp.com/track/a-fish-like-this-feat-trinity-richter
A Fish Like This Video (Mike Trout Highlights): https://youtu.be/wD7sz7WlyIE

Written by Tim Stiles, produced by Jay Battle, featuring 15yo Trinity Richter singing the hook.

This 2018 version is a complete revamp of the original 2016 release (prod. by J. Lee Mezus of Audiodose, Active I) with updated lyrics & samples, new vocal recordings by both Tim Stiles & Trinity Richter, and ground-up beat production by Jay Battle (Qreepz).

A Fish Like This

A Fish Like This feat. Trinity Richter

For my pinball playing, Mr. Bear walking, Jag of a friend, LMC.
Free download: https://timstiles.bandcamp.com/track/lmc
Lyrics:
LMC…
The KID…
SIS….

Straight-framed glasses
On a tall drink of water
Taking grad classes,
Hard knocks alma mater

Murdered-out lipstick
Might paint this misfit
Otherwise don't expect
To see any makeup on her

All you trash talkers
Are simply cannon fodder
For this middle finger raising,
30-something multi-baller

Conscious of her family
But not a momma's daughter
This blonde from Colorada's
A spitting image of her father

Not at all prim and proper
Tall as a tree
Rocking striped tube socks
And ripped off sleeves

Jags oughta check themselves
Crossing paths on the street
Unless they want to get kinged
By checkered vans on her feet

See, you'd better recognize
Before you’re left dead inside
Standing there, petrified
As she screams, TESTIFY

When that mesh cap's
Brim's raised like a fin,
Read the warning sign,
Mr. Bear's off his leash

HOOK:
Once you meet the L-to the-A
You’ll rethink who the hell U-R
See, the E means you’re N’d
This pinball queen’s
Not one to compete against

Put your quarters up and play
I guarantee, you’ll need a full jar
Once ball three sees its end
It’s time to bend the knee,
McNeil at each event

You'd think that someone
Getting sidelined by loss so tragic
Would just give up,
And figure life no longer mattered

But leave it up to Lauren
To rise from the ashes
From two--both of who if still alive
Would be so ecstatic
 
With how she
Sowed those seeds in Nevada
Staying clean and sober
Grieving for them in tandem
 
Her strength amazes me
When turmoil wouldn't cease
She remained determined
To turn soil under cactus

Her passion
Helped the closed-captioned speak
Giving "fresh starts"
To those who only knew, "woe-is-me"
 
Took the reins
And drove that van
Leading a treatment program 
In a no man's land
 
With all the previous tilts
And the quarters that spilled,
Flipped tails to heads
To make their road back grand

Confidence she instilled
To a populous in need of help
Complements how she excels
At any hold-pass planned 

A Vale-born beast
With a stance that might make you nervous
But with Mr. Bear on his leash
It’s all hamsters and maple syrup…

[HOOK]

A stance that might make you nervous..
It’s all hamsters and maple syrup

 [V3]
This veteran of the BAG
Long tenured, bar tender
Will always be remembered
By that Caliente center

Not the only mark she's made
Knock on the cabinet replays
Are often heard these days
From this tournament contender

Hell's Bells CLANG
At each IFPA event, but
Not even outlanes
Can drain courage
From her ventures

Each ball lost
Means a probable extra
With an extended auto-save
Hurry-ups won't test her

Addam's Family shrugs
As her highest score prevents ya
From telling a Fish Tale 
About 1-UP'ing her in Denver

Space Jam, slamming scores
That'll straight up dismantle yours
Skills that sing Soprano chords
After an Attack from Mars

This one bad mama jama 
Kicks dust off JAMMA boards
Until your loose change
Becomes an exchange
You can't afford

Instead of setting up bars
Serving trash, sickly stiff
She now "sets the bar"
Without a mask on Batman 66

A Vale-born beast
With a stance that might make you nervous
But with Mr. Bear on his leash
It’s all hamsters and maple syrup…

[HOOK]

Written by Tim Stiles
Prod. by Jay Battle (Qreepz)

https://linktr.ee/timstilesmusic
Independent hip-hop artist. Santa Cruz, CA.
Historically known as the main vocalist/rapper for satirical hip-hop band, Passion Party