Brooke... absolutely stunning lyrics and vocals... the story telling is top notch and emotionally engaging. Really really beautiful.

Wow. Congratulations on making a great track.

beautiful song.. awesome vocal performance 🎶🎤🙏

outstanding creative lyrics brought to musical life..high respect,Brooke!

Tim Deacon Songwriter & Key, arrangement By Tom Roack Key & Bass, Mark Sacco Drumer, Joe Hoyer Guitarist Great Job Thank you 

01 Bell To Hell

Long time no see. Since I decided to make a career move, things have been too  hectic(^_^;
Now that I settled down in new workplace, I began to record one-man band again!
I wrote this song for my own band, and played sometimes in venues.
I completed the song here for SC.
Bass solo is always challenging for me, but I enjoyed very much(^_^)

FUNK THE DEVIL

More Than A Memory

When I go back to that place
The first time I saw your face
You were wearing Kelly green
Color of your favorite team
We would hang out after school
Cannonballs into the pool
We were young and still had dreams
‘Til you drowned us in the stream 

It’s been so long now
I can barely recall
Sometimes I’m not sure
It happened at all
We’re so much further
than a stone’s throw
But still I wonder 
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Two initials in a heart
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I saw your sister in July
Couldn’t look me in the eye
Said you bought a new house
Moved into it with your spouse
But I still see us in your car
Driving to our favorite bar
Belting every single song
Like we did all summer long

It’s been so long since
the last time we spoke
Most of the details
are clouded by smoke
I have recovered 
from the shock of the blow
But still I wonder
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Carved so deep into the bark
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I don’t expect you to show up on a white horse
Our story’s over, it’s run the whole course 
But I’ve always questioned, if you felt any remorse about us
I know you must…

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
And you take a look around
I know it makes you think of me
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Bet the sting of regret
Is as painful as can be
And when you walk through the park,
and you check for our mark
B and K inside a heart
like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

When you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

2025 © Golden Quill Productions, LLC.

more than a memory

A song against fascism in America (and around the world)
Check out the music video! It's not a dull political lecture - it's fun, I promise!
https://youtu.be/ljzN-jlpQoY

No Kings for Me

I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me

I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

How did the worst of us rise to the top?
Degenerates and hypocrites
The ugliest Americans
They won't depart you if you're white
And love is their kryptonite

Now I am a vagabond in their stupid eyes
But this vagabond is free
Here's how it goes:
A coup by twisted billionaire bros
But there are no kings for me

I'll hide my face
From their dark surveillance state
I'll piss on their graves
You'll see
Their fear hate and lies
And lies and lies and lies
I've built up immunity

How did the worst of us get to decide
That we support murderers and genocide?
Better watch your step because
Here come the masked American thugs

I will not kiss
Your gangster ostentatious ring
There are no kings for me
Your time is up
Your fascist dream is crumbling
The vagabonds sing "we are free"

And why do the worst of us hate us so much?
I never hated them until
They bowed down to the antichrist
They chose their path to hell
I wish that I could wish them well

No I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me
I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

No Kings for Me

I had the very good fortune to connect with Andy H aka “Noobly” a few months ago over music that we mutually admired and we agreed to find a future opportunity to collaborate. This is the result. Noobly’s beautifully rich track, propelled by his soaring guitar work, felt like a kind of call to prayer to my ear. I tried to echo this somewhat in singing the bridge. Lyrically, just for kicks I used the Socratic Method to construct the verses (persuasion through Q&A) so that this song’s meaning becomes self-evident and hopefully more of a personal experience for each listener. Thanks for checking it out!

Prideful Pride

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you
Did it happen when all of your friends cut you out
Was your heart set on winning something, but you lost instead
And when you were maimed did the anger in you surge
Can you mark the moment when you became someone else
Is your truth under layers of scar and combat
Are you the new thief, looting joy from everywhere

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone

And in the end you’ll be left with nothing
A bright light that’s gone too dim
I have been in a prison of my own before, just like you
Until I let the facade fall
And was set free, free

Are things more difficult now that you are going it alone
And do you leave enough room for both your sadness and your anger
Does that wall keep scary things in, and the invaders out
Are you winning this imaginary war you think you’re fighting

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, ’can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone


Music/production - Noobly @ https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics/vocals - Todd J McLean
Artwork - Fukushima Greed, 2011 (mixed media) by Todd J McLean

Prideful Pride

Pay the money by Zitou Itou & Jumpingbunny

Reflecting in the mirror what do I see 
A shadowy stranger staring back at me 
Eyes like storms and a heart gone still 
Whispered secrets bending to its will  

Is it me or just a dream 
Truth unraveling at the seam  

Shadows in the glass 
They call my name Echoes of a past I can't reclaim 
Who's the one standing there Is it you or is it me 
A riddle trapped in the mirror’s mystery

The imposter .mp3

washed away

MUSICA SCONNESSA (Disjointed Music)

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

I decided to try another  Rory Gallagher cover "For The Last Time" from his first solo album. A great tune from on of my favourite artists and guitar players.

For The Last Time (Rory Gallagher Cover)

dear diary…
xoxo, Brooke 🤍💋

Brooke Justus is a lyricist who burst onto the music scene in June 2024. Since then, she has crafted more than 50 original songs that explore the highs and lows of life with raw honesty, poetic depth, and a touch of whimsy. From the playful romance of Dear Diary to the gut-wrenching vulnerability of Even If It’s In A Dream, her music is as diverse as the emotions that fuel it.

Each song is more than just a melody—it’s an experience, meant to be read as you listen. Hidden within the lyrics are subtle clues, layered meanings, and echoes of other songs, weaving a tapestry of stories that unfold over time. Together, they tell one larger narrative: her unfiltered emotional spectrum, captured in real time. Brooke’s lyrics aren’t just heard—they’re felt and seen, inviting listeners on a journey through love, loss, ambition, and everything in between.

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more than a memory

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