True to life! I knew a couple dudes who fell for a woman who was paid to be nice, smile, and laugh.

Great lyrics and awesome song!👍😎✌🏼

So funny & true, keep a check on your personal reality. 🤣🤣

Sounds ..vocal.. really good! 🌍☮︎👍

Pithy Social Commentary

AN UNINHABITED METROPOLIS ... A POLICE SCANDAL ... TWO PEOPLE WHO SEARCH WITHOUT KNOWING WHO THEY ARE ... THE TENSION, THE FEAR SCANDED BY THE PASSING OF THE INEXORABLE TIME THAT WILL END THIS INTRIGUE.

TIME MACHINE

TurtleFrogMan

Studies Show

They cordoned off a few blocks and some more of these 
For those of us who are not vaccinated 

A plexiglass wall erected by the authorities
To keep the populations separated 

You could argue we deserve this derision 
We’re treated like we’re sick or unclean 

We’re here because we made the decision 
To refuse to take the government’s vaccine  

From the barricade, I watched her walking slowly
Toward the clinic, to receive her daily booster 

She was so beautiful, you could almost call her holy 
For I was certain only god could have produced her 

But There’s no vaccination for love 
And the case load can never be projected 
But There’s no vaccination for love 
The contact tracing can’t be collected 
There’s no vaccination for love 
No testing for its ever been perfected 
There’s no vaccination for love
And you’re lucky if you’ve ever been infected

For months and months I came back to see her 
Her daily booster shot was mandatory 

From her vaccinated prison, I could free her 
If I could only have a chance to tell my story 

I climbed the barricade like a phoenix risen 
I looked for cops around but didn’t see them

I approached her and said  “I can free you from this prison”
“come with me over the wall and live in freedom” 

This is the part where you ask how our first date went 
She screamed and to the cops I was reported 

To say I fucked up would be quite an understatement   
I was arrested and tested and over the wall escorted 

But There’s no vaccination for love 
There’s no therapeutic medicines for you and me
But There’s no vaccination for love 
When it hits you man, it hits you with impunity
There’s no vaccination for love 
And that means that you ‘re a threat to the community
There’s no vaccination for love
Over time you tend to build up an immunity

There's No Vaccination For Love

Periscope

It was a peaceful evening and the moon was glowing very brightly through the curtain 
Our bedside table lamps were on and we were reading as we often do
Out of nowhere without provocation and for reasons that were quite uncertain 
She pulled the pin and lobbed a love grenade that landed right between us two 

She said “you don’t love me anymore, you think my ass is fat now just admit it 
I said darling please believe me your ass is not as fat as you might think 
But this response was very clumsy and I knew that she would not so soon forget it 
And I also knew that now our whole relationship was teetered on the brink 

She pulled the pin and then she lobbed a love grenade 
That is how this game of love strategically is played 
You must stay on high alert and remain all times afraid 
in case, she pulls the pin and then she lobs a love grenade

The love grenade just laid there on the blanket and I braced for it to go off 
I said darling I dont’ think your ass is fat at all, its shaped so perfectly 
She asked then Why do you watch Tik Toks with girls dancing in bikinis just to show off? 
I said those girls on Tik Tok dancing in bikinis don’t mean anything to me 

She pulled the pin and then she lobbed a love grenade 
That is how this game of love strategically is played 
You must stay on high alert and remain all times afraid 
in case, she pulls the pin and then she lobs a love grenade

I’m a battle tested soldier and I’ve wisely built grenade surveillance towers 
All men are soldiers in this army whether you are drafted or enlist 
These love grenades can blow your manhood off and you’ll be buying cards and flowers 
Or worse yet you could wind up getting dragged to see a couples’ therapist 

The love grenade still lay there, I was sweating as each nervous moment passes 
And I decided I would dust off an old line that I had seldom ever used 
“You’re the love of my life darling its your mind I love, don’t care how big your ass is”
And she smiled and was touched, another love grenade successfully defused 

She pulled the pin and then she lobbed a love grenade 
That is how this game of love strategically is played 
You must stay on high alert and remain all times afraid 
Just in case, she pulls the pin and lobs a love grenade

She Lobbed A Love Grenade!

Thanks for the ride - noxpox (page14)

https://soundcloud.com/noxpox14/sets/noxpox-the-missing-solo-in?si=7cdc1fc11ba64ffa8321b2adf81b2f6b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

NOXPOX - Missing Soprano Sax Solos

There was this lady she was in labor 
I was her friendly next door neighbor 
And the walls were made of paper machete 

I was an unemployed musician 
Lacking love and recognition 
And since I couldn’t get to sleep anyway 

I said, “Maybe I should stay here and wait for your husband.  
If you want someone to drive you I will”

She said, “you’d have to wait forever cause I don’t have a husband 
And could never pay a hospital bill”

My mouth dropped open and gaped 
When she explained, “I was raped” 
And then informed me that her water broke 

It was tragic and sad 
And yet it probably had 
To be the world’s most elaborate joke

So In her apartment I’m standing 
And In pain she cries out demanding 
“take my panties please and lay me out flat” 

All her screaming was very worrying 
And around the apartment was scurrying 
Some cockroaches and a rather large rat

I said, “Can’t you cross your legs and hold it while I fetch a policeman 
I could have kicked myself for asking her that 
Another baby boy was born without the help of policemen 
Just me and the aforementioned rat 

Who picked the afterbirth clean 
Man the things that I’ve seen 
Could make an ambulance attendance choke 

It was an awful sight to see 
And yet it very well may be 
The world’s most elaborate joke 

Have you heard the old joke about the musician 
trying to be the next Bob Dylan

All of his hopes for his future were on that dream pinned 

Then he rescues a damsel In a wretched condition 
who was raped by a dastardly villain 

And this girl sent all of his hopes and dreams Blowin in the wind!  
Get it?  Blowin in the wind!  

And so we took a bus to Tennessee 
Bob Dylan, the neighbor and baby makes three
And we found an inconspicuous town

I’d start a business sometime later 
As a pest exterminator 
I loved putting rats and cockroaches down 

“we don’t believe your story grandpa you must be joking 
You gave up your dream to kill rats in Tennessee?  
I said, “listen to your grandpa kids, old grandpa’s not joking 
The meaning of life is responsibility”

Yes, now big eyed grand children straddle my knee
And ask if grandpa’s only blowing smoke 

The punch line’ll kill ya if you let it 
Whats the matter don’t you get?  
It’s the worlds most elaborate joke

The World's Most Elaborate Joke

Cast of Characters:
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark-- VST sax solo, harmonica solo, organ, tremolo guitar (synth), composition, arrangement, mix
Mysterious Decibel--@themysteriousdecibel --MD—lyrics & vocals
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– second electric guitar solo, and mastering
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano and electric piano solo
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four string fretless bass, first electric guitar solo, rhythm guitar comping 

This song originated with a slower more Jazz oriented track Mark had previously written ('1 For The Money, 3 For The Blues' https://on.soundcloud.com/BtSS4). However, he wanted a more 'suped up' version with solos turns, so he turned to The Eclectic Collective (EC) to fill in the pieces by replacing some of his solos with their own. Mark had some lyrics in mind too, however, once he heard The Mysterious Decibel's excellent lyrics and vocals, the song totally changed the direction and the vibe, for the stellar. 

   Once we had a basic structure, Ken, as always, came up with the rhythmic foundation for the song, allowing Josh to add his version of Mark's bass line. Then, after MD gave us the vocals, we got down to adding the solos. As more EC members jumped on board with new parts, Mark kept lengthening the song, moving the solos & vocals around until it's final current arrangement. JJ opens the song with his thrilling piano solo, as well as the electric piano solo where he joins Mark on VST Sax right after the first singing verses. Then Josh added a melodic and very clean toned guitar solo with a very clean tone - the first of the two guitar turns. After that, Stephen added his fiery guitar solo with a more overdriven tone. After one more vocal verse from MD, Mark stepped back in to close it out with his nasty harp solo at the end. After Mark handled the mixing on this song, we turned once again to Stephen to take care of the final sound production and mastering, which he fulfilled expertly.  

  We hope you enjoy this jazzier side of the EC as much as we enjoyed making it. MD's lyrics are about a psycho killer artist who hides clues about his murders in his paintings. 
-Original Lyrics by The Mysterious Decibel:

Some might say he's crafty and planned
With a shade of black and a brush in his hand
Some might say the world is his oyster
But no pearl lays inside just a conjuring blur

He'll paint you a murderous scene
With the blending of  sin all between pigments of green
He's a shady fella who hides behind the canvas!
I spy something with my little eye
This art might show just where he died

Will you find it?
The secret
Some freak shit
are you so sure you'll really wanna Keep it ?
The secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?
Ahhh a little secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?
It'll haunt your mind like it does him too
He's a swifty one he'll come for you!
The secret
The secret
The secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?

I spy something with my little eye
This art might show just where he died

His art might show
might show
might show
just where he died 

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Side Note:
This past Tuesday, we released a fun little series of interviews over a 20 minute medley of some of our favorite musical moments. If you want to hear our voices and some of our thoughts about music, check it out! You might really enjoy it, especially if you follow us, and have been for a while. It's a celebration of all of our work over the past almost year together in various forms. This song was supposed to be a showcase of all of our skills to accompany that medley, except Tez isn't in on this one. He'll be on the next one, though, for sure! 
Thanks for listening!

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All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

Mark's Album (post-2020)

'A Brush With Death' Blues (with The Eclectic Collective)

She’s nervous, she fidgets, she takes a long time in deciding 
But he could tell she wasn’t reading the menu, she was in back of it hiding 
He said, “Let’s order cocktails first
Yeah, they’re good but they don’t quench my thirst.”  

But when the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
His burning thirst for sustenance shall yield 
When the ran comes to the desert 
He’ll be healed

Her previous marriage left her mud colored glasses to see with 
And he’s recently widowed and just needs a woman to be with 
He said, “we’re in the same boat you and I
Two vodka martinis, please.  Dry

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
There’ll be cactus flowers blooming by the score 
When the rain comes to the desert 
It will pour 

His romantic prowess was unsharpened and he was anxious to test it 
While she discussed her ex-husband, he put his hand on her knee and caressed it 
She angrily met with his gaze 
Which set the skin around his collar ablaze 

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
Those pregnant clouds shall burst and shower down 
When the rain comes to the desert 
They will drown 

She flushed red and ran out, embarrassed and mumbling curses 
How many romances rescued by ladies forgetting their purses? 
He followed her off in a rush 
Through the crowd like he was cutting through brush 

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
The sand shall be transformed into fertile mud 
When the rain comes to the desert 
It will flood 

He said, “I’m so glad I caught up.  Here’s your purse back.  I guess I’m just out of practice”. 
She said, “I’m sorry I overreacted.  I’ve grown thorns like a cactus” 
She said, “I usually don’t kiss men in crowds” 
And the restaurant filled up with clouds 

And that’s when the rain came to the desert 
The rain came to the desert
And nothing, not one inch of it was missed. 
The rain came to the desert 
When they kissed

When The Rain Comes To The Desert

Imagine a phone call. Two people close to each other take turns speaking. Not everything reaches their ears, but they feel the positive vibrations. Love is more than words! It is mystery. That's more or less what this song is about!!! Hope you enjoy my new surf track 😎🎸

Mystery You

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Main Mix
JunkHeap - Vocals, Lyrics, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/junkheap?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Morphometry

Bandcamp

Phantogram (feat. JunkHeap)

You Just can't be calling me conceited 
When I'm just like you while I'm getting drunk high and weeded
Beat it, your false premonitions are defeated
Were breeded by the unknowing mind and you repeat it
This whole damn lifes been betrayal finding bail
Trying to keep myself from overnight in jail
Dulls pale in comparison with my facts of life
And my constant knack to fail want the details?

Want the Details?
Want the Details?

Ill treated since the first day of being made to pay
Being made to lie and cheat and scheme everyday
So I pray no talking shit my way no saying shit my way
Cause I'll have nothing left to say
Ill snap make a neck crack and a vein pop
Never gonna stop Arch Nemesis of a Cop
The cream of the crop who cannot rise to the top
I need an elevator or maybe a motivator

People Hater of the first, second, and third kind
Walking blind, lagging losing steps, falling behind
Rewind, peace of mind no such kind
Letter saying I'm gone was already sealed and signed
Left behind was my will to force and grind
Against a force that's way off course and really not my kind
So ill have no peace and I wont beg please
And I wont drop down in disparity begging on my knees
I remain bold Rather freeze in the cold
Force myself to age prematurely so I die when I'm old
And just fold so I'll die quicker
Life's a habit I had to kick her i downed the liquor
Or is this booze I'm feelin sicker its coming quicker
I see a shining light I see a shining flicker
Dead off the guilt of thinking that's its my fault
This ain't fucking booze it's a bottle of Lysol!

Follow me down follow me way down
Follow me down follow me way down
Follow me down follow me way down
Down into the fucking rabbit hole asshole

Details

Cast of Characters:
The Mysterious Decibel-- @themysteriousdecibel –MD-- vocals and lyrics in the choruses
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, and mix
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and vocalized tones at the end, verse lyrics and melody, composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four string fretless bass, vocals on the verses

This is a song that originated with Ken several months ago. He wrote the whole thing on piano, guitar, and drums and presented it to the rest of the band. Of course, everyone was very excited to add their spin to it. Josh added his bass part first, as the foundation. Then JJ added his dynamic piano part, which ended up being both foundational and stylistic. Stephen added his solid foundational guitar to it, too, soon after. Then it sat, stalled out for need of some vocals. Of course, we asked TMD to add some, which he did in grand fashion. All that was left were the verses. Ken wrote lyrics, and gave Josh an idea for the melody, so he sang the verses to wrap it up. Of course, we asked Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did so well, as always.

  We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed making it.

Homeboy (The Eclectic Collective)

There’s a chicken wing restaurant near where I live that on Saturdays I often go to 

After cutting the grass and 
Wacking the weeds
Any  trimming any bushes unruly 

After several months if you sit in the same place the waitresses all get to know you 

And I always sit down 
in young Deborah’s section, 
she’s got a crush on yours truly

She really enjoys all the stories I tell and she laughs at my hilarious jokes 

She always makes sure I have plenty of ketchup, she doesn’t do that for the rest of these folks

Men, don’t fall in love with your waitress 
Being nice to you is part of her job 
Sure, she laughs at your jokes but she laughs at the jokes 
Of every Tom, Dick and Harry or Bob

One Saturday I’m sitting in my usual spot, but Debbie didn’t show for her shift 

And I’m thinking My god, 
what on earth could be wrong 
If I had her address then I could save her

And so I lied and told her manager that Debbie had called me and asked if I could give her a lift 

 He gave me her address 
On a cocktail napkin
And I thanked the man for doing me this favor! 

And I imagined when she saw me I would be her handsome hero and she’d plant on me a passionate kiss 

She’d say “leave your stupid, fat cow wife, she doesn’t love you, marry me instead and we’ll have marital bliss” 

Men, don’t fall in love with the waitress 
You’re not her white knight on a giant white galloping steed 
You’re just another guy who got the cheeseburger combo 
And an appetizer he didn’t need

So I drove up to her trailer and knocked softly on her screen 
And this 6 foot four gorilla came to greet me. 
He had perhaps the largest biceps I had ever seen 
And his fists were more than big enough to beat me. 

I said, “ I was sent to check on Debbie, make sure she’s okay 
Debbie then appeared engulfed in sadness 
She said, “wait a second, I know you, you’re there each Saturday. 
Why the hell did they give you my address?   

I said, “listen, I just wanted to make sure you were alright 
We’ve become so close I care about you deeply 
She said, “I just serve you chicken wings, what gives you the right! 
Get the hell off of my porch, you’re fucking creepy!  

So I got back in my car and I drove quickly away, for a moment there I feared for my life 

I knew that I had overstepped 
Her personal boundary 
And I could never sit again in Debbies section 

I thought from now on that after finishing the lawn, I should have a couple beers with my wife. 

We’re old and fat with two grown kids 
But just like Darwin said 
You have to trust in natural selection 

Men, don’t fall in love with your waitress 
On your personal reality try to keep a  very firm grip 
You’ve got a mortgage, a fat wife and four kids who need you 
So pay the check and leave a generous tip

Don't Fall In Love With The Waitress

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Strange Feeling

The Installation Of Leadership

I write story songs.   Many of the stories are true.

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