WHY is a first person story of a girl with a high school crush that starts during Freshman year. She takes steps to get his attention and win him over - but to her surprise - it doesn't work. She starts asking WHY. During her Junior and Senior year she starts to stalk him - in the cyber world - and in the real world. These actions have him asking WHY. In the bridge she lays it on the line - and even when the authorities get involved - everyone is left asking WHY.

WHY - with vocals by ErikaAkire

Copyright (C) 2018 Mark K.

Blue footed booby birds - naked as can be.
Blue footed booby birds - I just want to see.

She said, show me your feet little boy, show me your feet, show me your feet, don't be discreet.
She said, show me your feet little boy, show me your feet, show me your feet, don't be discreet.
Lift those feet and dance for me, show me your stuff, I can't get enough.
Lift those feet and dance for me, show me your stuff, I can't get enough.

Blue footed booby birds - naked as can be.
Blue footed booby birds - I just wanna see.
Are you gonna strut for me, lift your bright blue high?
Are you gonna dance for me, or should I say bye bye?

Instrumental (synth solo)

Blue footed booby birds - naked as can be.
Blue footed booby birds - I just want to see.
Are you gonna strut for me, or should I head to the sky?
Are you gonna dance for me, or should I run away and fly?

Flaunt your big blue feet, raise them high, don't be shy, raise them up high.
Impress her with your dance, lift your wings and tail, point your head to the sky, don't make her sigh.
Your fabulous feet, bright blue, stepping high. If they can't get the girl, nothing will. Galapagos Islands most famous attraction, your high-stepping blue feet better get some action.

Blue footed booby birds - naked as can be.
Blue footed booby birds - I just want to see.

Blue Footed Booby Birds

Bass, Drum, El. Piano, Fingerpicked Guitar - Band in a Box
Violin, Cello, Trumpet - Sample Modeling
Nylon String, Resonator, Slide, Mandolin - Indiginus
English Horn - Audio Modeling
Percussion Loops - Drums on Demand

Up 'Round The Bend (Instrumental)

It’s closer to one . . . 
the night’s nearly gone.
I’m soaking in the midnight sun 
trying to write this song.
But it’s so hard to get it right . . . 
when I’m hanging all by myself
on a Friday night.

This is my Friday, Friday song—
won’t you come and sit with me and sing along;
playing it proud, baby, loud and strong,
makes everything alright . . . 
on a Friday night.   

I’m killing myself 
trying to slay these lines;
but with a little of your help, 
I’d find the perfect rhymes.
But it’s so hard to give it life . . . 
when I’m hanging all by myself 
on a Friday night.

This is my Friday, Friday song—
won’t you come and sit with me and sing along;
playing it proud, baby, loud and strong,
makes everything alright . . . 
on a Friday night.   

I know lately you’ve been so damn tired,
but don’t you know you get me so inspired—
come on, baby, come feed my fire . . . 
wake up, girl, let’s play . . . 

‘Cause it’s so hard to get it right . . . 
when I’m hanging all by myself
on a Friday night.

This is my Friday, Friday song—
won’t you come and sit with me and sing along;
playing it proud, baby, loud and strong,
makes everything alright . . . 
on a Friday night.

Lyrics:  DJ Lekich & Michele Portelli
Music:  DJ Lekich

(C)2019 DJ Lekich & Michele Portelli

My Friday Song

I hit the road
Left you behind
I didn’t know
You’d never leave my mind

Pavement pounding feet
Nothing left to eat
Singing in the street

There’s a part of you
In every single song
There’s a place in my heart 
Where you always belong

My lonesome days
Sleeping without dreams
Counting faded ways
Of woman loving schemes

Pavement pounding feet
Nothing left to eat
Singing in the street

There’s a part of you
In every single song
There’s a place in my heart 
Where you always belong

Parts and Places

Parts And Places

On Third Thought

There's A Road with Steve Young

A saxophone instrumental in the style of Smooth Jazz. It's a slow, bluesy ballad with a touch of 70s R&B.

Late Night

Solitude  

I would be grateful, if I didn´t need to feel abandoned again,
cause oh, this was never my feeling anyway,
it was yours and it´s old by the way, so let´s…
shake this off and put it where it belongs, shake this off and put it…

Away with waves,
praised be grace,
solitude feels so good.

I would be grateful, if I could allow myself to feel what I feel,
cause oh, it was you, but now it´s me, who forbid,
so let´s ease and perceive and then …
shake this off and put it where it belongs, shake this off and put it…

Away with waves,
praised be grace,
solitude feels so good.

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Solitude

Sunset pass me by
The rain is over through the sky
Drive through the countryside
Along the highway, down the tide

Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah

Night ride, wasting time
The streets are shining a million lights
Slow down, watch the stars
Just take your time and get too far

Neons across the sky
We're close together, flyin' high
Now comes a new sunrise
Another sun will pass me by

Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah

Pass me by

This is the theme song for my podcast, "The Matt Kollock Show." It's fun and a little bit obnoxious. That's the deal. Thanks for listening!

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