Original Instrumental: Monkey Parts
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5/monkey-parts?si=61629b52ae274a50973e16cbac15ddbc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Jon shared “Monkey Parts” with me while we were discussing an unreleased track we were working on. Jon’s original track instantly inspired me and the lyrics easily flowed onto the paper (actually I write all my lyrics in Apple Notes, lol) and then into GarageBand (using my Apple headphone mic to everyone who mixes my vocals exasperation). I held onto the unmixed track for a while (really for no good reason besides it wasn’t in the stars’ plan until now) and then finally worked up the urge to “git er done.” 

As for the lyrics, the last time I had anything weed related was probably 11 years ago in California. At that time, all things marijuana were relatively easy to acquire since many of my friends had “doctor’s notes” to go to the medical dispensaries. It was fun to try all the new novel dope products people were making and selling. Since living in Oregon, for over 6 years now, I have not once thought about partaking in the herb, even though I can easily walk to several cannabis stores from my home. I think there are more pot stores in the Portland area than convenient stores, I do not live in a reefer desert, lol. But still, I was inspired to write a song about maryjane. 

Track Credits:
Jon Lock: Original Music: Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synths
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
the Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Vocal Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:
Thinkin’ of a sushi roll

I was feeling alright my baby
Until you ruined my vibe with crazy
Breaking bad habits is not easy
Yea Yea Yea

I was feeling alright my people
Until ya’ll ruined my vibe with fecal
Specially when my mind is feeble 
Yea Yea Yea

But I shoulda saw it coming 
Now my Karma’s got me running  
Fruitions always gunning 
This life
Future life 
Past bad acts got me on slumming
Always on the worry 
On what I am becoming

So with my right thumb and my two right fingers 
I set my intention as I’m foldin’ up the papers
Right right right right

Thinkin’ of a sushi roll

We was smoking our karma 
We was smoking our karma 
Many happy returns, yea

Thinkin’ of a sushi roll
Thinkin’ of a sushi roll

Good intentions in my high
Good intentions floating by 
My vibe guides me through the knot 
Interlinked eternally
Yea Yea Yea

I was feeling stressed out my baby
And then I lifted my vibe with hazy 
Breaking bad habits is not easy
Yea Yea Yea

When I’m feeling stressed out my people
I gotta lift my vibe pineal
Especially when my mind is feeble 
Yea Yea Yea

Yea some say it’s in the dirt
But It don’t matter when it hits it still hurts
Attracted by ya’ll hertz 
Best to sit still
Keep chill
Let the mind go inert 
Purify ’til the soul reverts

Use my thumbnail to press down and tuck the edges
I set my intention and seal it with some praises 
Right right right right
Thinkin’ of a sushi roll

We was smoking our karma 
We was smoking our karma 
Many happy returns, yea

Thinkin’ of a sushi roll
Thinkin’ of a sushi roll

Good intentions in my high
Good intentions floating by 
My vibe guides me through the knot 
My vibe guides me

Thinkin' Of A Sushi Roll

Jon Lock, Russell Sinfield & the Couch King - Thinkin' Of A Sushi Roll

'rumbustious'

Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: everything else

Let me tell you 'bout the day I had.
I woke up feelin' worse than nothin'.
And I still was half in the bag.
I had to burn one down just to function.
Last night, all the fun we had,
it turns out, it amounted to somethin'.
Didn't notice all of the red flags
until my face was made a bag for punchin'. 

Well, I guess that's what you get
when your whistle's wet
and you're not on your own
and your friends bum cigarettes 
from some pimp who's vexed
you've got no interest to get blown. 

Late for work and the boss was mad,
indicatin' that I smelt of somethin'.
She voiced concerns that my eyes were both black
and that my overall look was disgustin'.
After that, she took a step back,
turned and said, 'Forget about punchin'
in today.' Well, hooray, I'm glad.
Still, the bills pile and bend me for fuckin'. 

Well, I'm sittin' at home
and I'm scratching my dome
'cause I just don't quite know what to do.
So, I'm singing my song.
Surely it won't be long
until they start charging us for that, too.
Oh, wait, they do!

rumbustious (with Falsestart)

Lyrics:

You’re getting sleepy.  Sleepier than a three toed sloth on qualludes.

Drink the tears of God as his arms wrap around the entire universe.
Caressing the sacrum that connects the main interstellar passageways.
Ones that appear to us to be nothing more than open space.
Crude images, distorted and pixelated, showing nothing more than the celestial bodies which create or reflect light.  All that does not remains unseen.

Fuddie-Duddies and Fugget Nuggets prattle on about useless platitudes and insipit gobbledygook.  Prigs and fussbudgets.  Hobnobbers and Hoo-didlies.  Fachuchies and fachachies.  Geese and fish.

Troglodyte fetuses perfumed in an iodine solution inside the inoculation chamber.
Hypothesized to create a super hominid race capable of dismembering a human arm at the rate of 9000 foot pounds per second per second per second

Deadly infectious virus spreading and suffocating
Disproportionately affecting poorer areas
Lungs
Bleeding

The Fish And Goose Soirée (Jack's Dream)

Arranged and Performed by Stefano Manotti

Can’t help falling in love (acoustic guitar)

Baby Don't Cry

This is a song inspired by a wonderful poem of the same title that I came across on the web recently.  It's written by a guy named Christopher without further information (not me though).   I eventually took the liberty & converted it into a song.  I gave it a bit of a country feel and hope you would enjoy listening.  

[CREDITS]
Music / Vocals / Arrangements / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Christopher 
Fiddle - Andy Leftwich @Band_in_a_Box
Guitar Solo & Fill-ins – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.
Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?
Covering cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.
What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?
Is justice outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow,  painful fall-out?

Instrumental break

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.

Into Every Life

Cast of characters:
Mysterious Decibel--@themysteriousdecibel -MD—lyrics and vocals
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman–Stephen–foundational guitar in first half, solo in the coda, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell– piano, keyboards, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara–Ken–drums and percussion, minor backup vocals
Llanpsych–@llanpsych–Tez–guitar solo and fills in the main section
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–mandolin, four string fretless bass guitar
This latest Eclectic Collective song was probably the most collaborative in a true sense as we've yet released. The song began with Josh trying to piece together a couple of ideas that he'd come up with on the piano. He sent his ideas to JJ, who took out a connecter section that Josh had no intention of making anything of, and turned it into the body of the song. He returned the song to Josh complete with a signature JJ Terrell climactic coda. Then Josh added the bass to JJ's piano, with some help from the always solid drums from Ken. The way it usually goes is that Josh comes up with a scratch bass line to accompany the song, then Ken adds drums, then Josh goes back and adds the bass to fit the beat. Sometimes they go back and forth, but not this time so much. 
  Then, Stephen added the foundational guitar in the first section, and came up with the idea for the coda. Josh added some mandolin to the coda, too, after which Stephen redid the guitar in the coda to make it very dynamic and part the clouds. Tez finally came along and added the fiery solo and the charming fills in the main section. Most of this time, MD had been working on the narrative lyrics and refining his melodic vocals. Finally, Stephen put it all together for us and mixed it in his expert fashion. 
  We hope you enjoy the thrill of the climax, and also get a chuckle out of the lyrics, which are included below. 
  Let me tell you 'bout a dancer yeah!
A mysterious one
She dances to the decibel
She's a A shape shifter from the stars
She doesn't cast no shadow
The light makes things bizarre
She'll mold a new soul in you
And get your grandmother too
She'll bleed you from afar

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
Yeah!
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white!

Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about 

Oh baby you caught me off guard I think it's gonna be a early time and a Late night

Hubba bubba max
Hubble space snacks
I'm playing galaga 
Waiting for climax
It didn't take long
A few setbacks

One and done in the black hole
With the Shape shifting of my gun
The time was short but the blast quaked
It was all over before it begun
The frown Came over her like a storm cloud dropping down torrential rain
The frown came over me some time later when the little fetus from Mars slopped onto the terrain

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white

{Get that thing away from me
Stay on your home planet}

Just One minute altered my universe
My reputation outside of the earth
Flys away in a hearse
Now I'm just the minute man of the cosmos
With an infant out there somewhere they call him... space Frankenstein that's what she knows

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white

Early Time Late Night (The Eclectic Collective)

This is just a short experimental piece recording my acoustic guitar.
I've never been happy with the sound of acoustic guitars plugged in direct. 
I sometimes record my ideas using the internal recorder on my phone, and this is what you're hearing.
I recorded the acoustic guitar on my phone then transferred the file into my DAW and EQ'd etc in my DAW. I'm quite happy with the sound.
The cover picture is my Faith Mercury acoustic guitar that I used. 

Fond Memories

Dear friends,
Goodness must not tire because then evil wins!

They Wait

They are waiting for that tomorrow will be a brighter day
They wish that the daybreak shall be quiet - all days
These small kids are alone and they long for the day when their parents come
to bring them back to their home town
where all of them feel that they are safe

The situation has become worse than it ever has been
and we people in the world must react - all days
we must tell the world leaders that this is no way to rule the world
the future should change direction
to a brighter society for us all

As I understand there are only few
with minds that are distroying the life - on earth
are they filled up with hatred or is it a gread for power
it should not be so hard to change their minds
and thus they may enter paradise

They Wait

Tell me the past and I will know the future.

Confucius (551 - 479 BC), Latinized name for Kongfuzi, K'ung-fu-tzu, "Master Kong", actually Kong Qiu, K'ung Ch'iu, Chinese philosopher

The Past Of The Future

There’s a tree, and it’s been there as long as I remember.
When I’m gone that tree’ll still be standing in its place.
And there’s a river, deep and wide, winding through the timber.
It may slowly change direction, but it moves on.

There’s a mountain, tall and grand. Nothing’s gonna move it.
Rains may come and winds may blow; that mountain’s still right there.
And there’s the sun and moon and stars, see the light shine through it.
Maybe you can’t always see it, but they’re still there.

There’s a silence in the night. There’s no need to fear it.
Silence just means all is well, the world is safe ‘round you.
If that silence breaks, you know, listen when you hear it.
It might be the wind – it’s saying, “I love you.”

I can be a tree for you, I can be your mountain.
I can be a river, the sun, moon and stars.
I can be these things, and more, when those sheep you’re counting.
Just remember, when you wake, I’ll still be here.

Lullaby

A singer-songwriter who cannot read notes, doesn't play much instruments except a little keyboard & guitar and considers singing as the most difficult part for him.

So in case you're wondering how a guy like this would sound, just spare some of your time for a listen.
Thanks so much for stopping by.

Into Every Life

Michael Christopher Lynn