C'mon Bruce
You're stuck in a rut
Do Paris, do Rome
Gotta get off your butt
You only got one life
Gotta see Rio
Climb Kilimanjaro
Ski Lake Tahoe

But I don't wanna go
So leave me alone
I'll keep my lazy ass closer to home
No thank you man
I got a better plan
And I'm gonna be just fine
    *****************
On South Padre, or St. Simon's,
Any beach will do,
In the islands, Caribbean,
'long as I'm with you.

Breakfast At The Beach

Oski XD Doski

Fond du Lac

Rythem ma flow

Night Watchman

[WARNING: Contains UNEXPECTED CONCUSSIVE SOUNDS like warfare. IF YOU SUFFER PTSD FROM MILITARY BATTLE OR ARE SENSITIVE TO AUDIO CONCUSSIONS, SKIP OR LISTEN AT A LOW VOLUME.]

This song is for everyone fighting against the culture of cruelty. 
I hope that it can serve as both emollient and armor.

This is a protest song. This is my fight song and battle cry. This is a song of defiance. I'm calling the genre Melodic Punk, but the theory is that we tried to scream the words and they covered their ears, so we will make sounds they want to hear and we can change their minds in a way they won't ignore. 
   
I feel strongly about the message of this anthem, so I offer this track free for download and re-distribution here. Please share it with anyone who will listen.


A complex soundscape expands out of an unusual arrangement (Voice, Arturia's Augmented Mallets, Piano, Electric Guitar, Analog Synth, Mellotron, Choir, Taiko Drums, Timpani and other percussions.) 
 
Lyrics:
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Anaesthetic (Copyright 2025 Jeffrey A. Trott)

Let's see what we have to go do
    or let's make something new
Let's be who we want, to be true
'Cause we won't be anaesthetized by you

Let's believe we don't have to be
Inside their dark schemes maligning our dreams
Let us conceive the force to be free
'Cause we won't be deceptualized, you'll see

You'll see, Ahh you'll see, you'll see
Oh, you'll see

Let's dream we'll be the change of the sea
     'Cause there's something wrong
          with not seeing beneath
     There's something gone wrong
           if we think money is speech
               'Cause it means that the meek
                    can't actually say a thing

For free, ahh nor sleep, for free,
Oh, no thing, is free anymore

Let's go to see what we have to do
     and we'll overcome it 
     like it's something we knew
We'll overrun our fear
     in our pledge to the truth 
'Cause we can't be
     uncivilized like you
     anaesthetized like you
     re-contextualized by you
     as compromised as you

Your Jedi mind tricks 
     will not work on me
Impervious am I 
     to your fantasy
Betrayer I am
     of all that is greed
(And) No money can be made from anarchy

Let's build a world
     that's focused on truth
And unfurl the furled flags 
     of reason and proof
Let's hold the pearl
     of this world we could lose
     Close to our hearts
     Not splintered beneath our shoes

Your Jedi mind tricks
     will not work on us
Oblivious you are
      to our lack of trust
Purveyor you are
     of hate and money and lust
     But we won't be drained
          strained
          or turning into your dust

And this thin glass cage will bust

And we won't be anaesthetized by you
And we won't be anaesthetized by you
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[Ver. Anaesth_FINALFIXES3_V74_MASTER_05]

Anaesthetic

Anaesthetic - Vocal

ComeOn is a song inspired by a love story. A couple that resists the passage of time without succumbing to modernity, proving that every love story is born from a story of friendship. A tribute to the couple Kapeta (our bassman) and Biba, his wife.

ComeOn

We're solid as concrete, our love is the truth,
No fear of what's right, what's wrong, or uncouth.
In a world so detached, so stiff and surreal,
We’re more than just lovers — we’re the perfect storm feel.
Please come on, babe, come on

You’re pure precision, and I’m all heart and flame,
You wake with the sun, while the night calls my name.
We're different as ever, but our vibe is just right,
No masks, no pretending — just truth in the light.
Please come on, babe, come on

We ride our own wave,
So no one can break it,
No rules, no demands,
No need to fake it.
And love, we’ve been others in lifetimes before,
I found you to find me — and now I need nothing more.
Please come on, babe, come on

They say, “Love’s outdated,”
Just a worn-out idea,
That time eats away
What once felt so near.
But our time’s a new time,
Our dream’s a new dream,
Our breeze has its rhythm,
And our world has its theme.

++++++++++++PORTUGUES

ComeOn é uma música inspirada em uma história de amor. Um casal que resiste ao tempo sem sucumbir a modernidade, provando que toda história de amor nasce de uma história de amizade. Uma homenagem ao casal Kapeta (nosso bassman) e Biba, sua esposa.

ComeOn
Nós somos puro concreto; Nosso amor é real,
Sem tememos o certo; o errado ou o normal;
Nesse mundo disperso Tão esparso e formal
Somos mais que parceiros; Tempestade ideal;
Please come on, babe come on
Você é puro controle, E eu sou bem irracional
Eu com a noite desperto, Você do gosta do Sol
Somos tão diferentes Nossa vida é legal
Sem viver de aparências Só falando a real
Please come on, babe come on

Nossa onda é discreta
Pra ninguém vir zicá
Sem cobranças diversas
Sem pedir alvará
E olha meu amor, nós já fomos outros
Consegui te encontrar só pra depois me encontrar.
Please come on, babe come on

Eu sei o que dizem babe,
Que o amor é uma ideia ultrapassada;
E que a convivência corrói a relação;
Nosso tempo é outro tempo;
Nossa ideia e outra ideia;
Nossa brisa é outra brisa;
Mas nosso mundo e outro mundo;

ComeON

Green Mind 25

MidnightTwist

In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm getting the feel of hickory wind

I started out younger at most everything
All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring?
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind

It's hard to find out that trouble is real
In a far away city, with a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind

Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind

source: https://www.lyricsondemand.com/g/gramparsonslyrics/hickorywindlyrics.html

Hickory Wind (Gram Parsons/The Byrds)

Real TreeCamo (x Gallow Saint)

Brave Enough to Try

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Rythem ma flow

UNCOMMONK

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