My Vision (Produced By Tony Grands)

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Acoustc

Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by The Mysterious Decibel

The brown sounds its own bassline
Breeding Frankenstein
But i've seemed to have crossed the line
Cuz i got a text from the boss
While i'm dropping brown sauce
DROPPIN' BROWN SAUCE

What you doing?
Where you at?
You're on company time
I'm just dropping some sauce is that even a crime!?
Don't you know you gotta slave, don't you know to behave to make your precious dime!

Knock knock 
Who's there?
Open up it's me
You've been in there since half past 3
I'm dropping some sauce do you wanna see?
You're about to be fired on the highest degree!

Couldn't be any hotter than the seat beneath me
Blast beats in the bowl with some Hennessey
Couldn't be any hotter than the rage inside me
That i feel towards you and this company!

Do I really need this? 
I don't need this anymore
I reach down underneath my balls and taint
My hand will become the brush that paints
I rise from the shitter with a vengeful smile
I'll leave my mark, it'll be on file
The knocking won't stop
I think it's time to quit in style

How you gonna fire with a face full of shit!?
How you gonna fire me if I already quit!?
How you gonna fire me with a face full of shit!?
How you gonna fire me if I already quit!?
I'm just gonna fire you with the heat of this hit!
No two week notice just a hand full of shit!
Solidify you died with the scent of a smack
Made your toes lift up and your spine bent back!

Shitty hands, vengeance, Handcuffs and prison cells
I guess that was my final boss but now i shit wherever with no farewells

No farewells
No farewells!

On Company Time

someone

This is an original folk ballad with Irish nuances to fit the Saint Patrick’s Day spirit of the love story it tells. The tale of one fateful day in a crowded pub that leads to an annual ritual of love and longing.

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

Lyrics:
It’s ten in the morning, I sit in my car, 
The late winter sun settles in
I wait for a sign from the door of the bar, 
To beckon me enter, again

Today of all days, when the Danny Boy plays, 
I’m here where the story began
The day was the same, when in Saint Paddy’s name, 
I stood by the wall near the band

When out of the din, three ladies walked in, 
And one of them caused me to stare
Oh, I looked her over, this four-leaf clover, 
With a green ribbon bow in her hair
 
I finished my beer and ordered a chaser, 
And when I returned to the wall
There stood the ladies, and I had to face her, 
But no words came to me at all

I gave her a glance, saw a shift in her stance, 
The music poured on us like rain
And all I could do was to ask her to dance, 
And she smiled, how that memory remains

Cause we danced through the afternoon, many a pint, 
She laughed when I sang Black and Tans
And when the pipes played at the end of the night, 
My heart was alive in her hands

Her name was Diana from Billings, Montana, 
That rhyme I will never forget
She said it real loud to get over the crowd, 
And I can’t get her out of my head

Though neither of us could claim Irish descent, 
We kissed till the dawn had arrived
With one last kiss more, out my door the girl went, 
And the memories are all that survived

Of that St. Patrick’s Day, and a lady so fare, 
With a green ribbon bow in her hair
I’ll be here every year, while she’s out there somewhere, 
With a green ribbon bow in her hair

A Green Ribbon Bow

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

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I'm Waiting  - Mighty Dogg   Prod. Chameleon

A little old school jazz — piano, keyboard, guitar, bass, and drums, but with an electronic drum kit — all of which was produced using MIDI keyboard, plug-ins, and DAW. Originally created in GarageBand in 2011, but updated this week.

COVER ART that features a grand piano was inspired by J.J. Terrell and Neno J. who alerted me about the 10th anniversary of Piano Day, March 29, 2025. Check out their Piano Day releases:

J.J. Terrell https://soundcloud.com/j-j-terrell/sets/solo-piano-by-j-j-terrell
Neno J. https://soundcloud.com/user-442202241/two-piano-miniatures

A personal musical note: The beat in the outro is very reminiscent of the “cool beat” that my student marching band's rhythm section played between songs during practice and parades.

85 bpm
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DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard
E-INSTRUMENTS:
Concert Grand piano
Boesendorfer Grand Piano
SoCal Ballad Piano
Auditorium Acoustic guitar
Ballad Acoustic guitar
Fingerstyle Electric Bass
Upright Jazz Bass
Deep Round Synth Bass
E-DRUM KIT: Crate Digger
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My Vision (Produced By Tony Grands)

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