MTD Mixtape November 2024

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Funky tracks series no. 249

creation date: 2024/11/17, released early with five tracks.

These tracks were uploaded to Soundcloud in 10/2024 and 11/2024,
except for the following older ones:

. . - (#__): _ years,
. . - (#__): 1 year*,
. . - (#__): _ months,

[TO BE COMPLETED]

Hugs & Kisses.

* Soundcloud time: 1 year = 12 -23 months.

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Cybin

It Is What It Is

All Good

Lady Elena

Muted

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

Happy Mall.iversary, everyone! Pre-Order Mall.Dad 3 Now!

https://malldad.bandcamp.com/album/mall-dad-3-sticks-in-the-sticks

Cooper Ryan

i love to see you fly, near the sun
i love to see you burn, oh yeah thats fun
i love to see your face, melt away
when you look down and try to pray
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i like to see the sparks, as you fall
i like to watch the pictures, that they draw
i like to count the things, you left behind
i like to work out how they made you blind
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you hit the floor like, shattered teeth
something inside gets no relief
your life was shown, the silver screen
one million people, two million dream
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the space you left, you really couldnt leave
i love to watch you reason out your grief
i never wonder, you never knew
that im an angel watching over you

Its All On Video

It's All On Video

Poly etude 24 with Reaktor swapped out for Csound Cabbage vsti plug in of Iain Mccurdy's amazing FM synthesis Klang. I states that if anyone uses it without his mention he will kick some ass. So...I mention. All I did was convert it into a plug in and import it into Reaper. That's it. I swear. nothing more. OK Iain?

Poly29 mit Klangen Auf Der FM

Drug dealer turned snitch, now he must face the consequences...

Whoa

We are pleased to present track 4 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Haunting One Seven

Velveteen

Stupefied

Oblivion rains down from from the sky
Delivering another eye-for-an-eye

And it 
don’t stop
No it won’t stop
Till your six foot
In the ground

Don’t it just
make you feel
A little bit stupefied
Stupefied

The worlds fate hangs in the balance
Waiting for the next showdown
Make no bones about it 
It’s enough
It’s enough
To make the angels cry 
Make the angels cry
Make the angels cry

Well I don't know where I am headed
But I know what I leaving behind
The excuses, abuses, atrocities 
Humanitarian crimes

Cause it 
Won’t stop
No it never stops
Till your six foot
In the ground

And don’t it just
make you feel
A little bit stupefied

Don’t it just
make you feel
A little bit stupefied

Stupefied
Stupefied

Stupefied

Zodiac

Did Something Bad

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.


LYRICS
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(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground
Turn of the shovel, see what we've found
Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright
The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through
They keep the soil healthy for me and for you
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by
That you may be the next to die?
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
That covers you from your head to your feet
They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit
And leave you alone to rot in it
The big black bug with the big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They dance the watusi upon your snout
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)

The Busy Worms

just sitting around

Liking this song a lot and decided to share.
Jean Jacques Goldman is one of my influences 
apologies on my vocal and my guitar mistakes..hope you enjoy! 


Cover Doux JJG | Rina

This is my youngest daughter Alma's song.... There are lots of things I will add to this over time to make it reflect to her what I would like a song... Tonight I was going to go for a session on it and when Alma found out she said Dada I want to be in it. I asked what are you going to say... She said. I am Alma. Open up my face... I'm 3
So I asked her to change that to brain and that where the intro came from. Asidew from that word change I didn't lead Alma to say anything...


Lyrics

Last shout
Returning some soul
Wist this worldly name now
 
(Intro bass….)

Third light
From all cultures you come
Fierce, funny and bright

A girl guide
You giot your bro and your sis right there by your side
And your folks, they be dishing out the food and top up light

Welcome the Alma mater might
Here’s the Alma mater might

You just breath with those lungs
Sow nice seeds
Careful
From the dark people might poke around for your heart
Inside, thats where your love starts
Just be careful of the dark

📜Alma

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Only original tunes.

Did Something Bad

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