Out there in the garden dark shadows aware
Mourning guild mischief where fate lies left bare
Out there in the garden don’t look away

You could be the prey

Out There In The Garden

Got away to the railroad tracks
By the river, on our backs
Look at the sky, it’s been so long
We are older but we’re acting young

Beautiful day to get away
Forget the job and the bills to pay
Laying under the sycamores
You are mine and I am yours
So let’s talk about... 
Where do we go from here?
Should we plan it out
Where do we go from here?

Stayin’ in and layin’ low
Try to do what’s apropo
Worry about the things I see
Just a plague of idiocy

A bunch of clowns took over the place
Need a plan B just in case
Gonna have to check my gut 
Brace myself for who knows what
Got me wondering 
Where do we go from here?
Doesn’t look too good
Where do we go from here?

Fell in love with someone who
Sees the world just like I do
Talked about some deeper shit
Really got down into it
We hit a groove and kept it going 
Giving space and getting along
Fast forward it up to today
We’re still together and turning gray
No need to ask, baby
Where do we go, where do we go from here?
I think we know, honey
Where do we go from here

Words and music by David F Wagoner

Fresh Candy

Where Do We Go?

Music by Nick Rangel.
©Nick Rangel 2024
From the album – Inconclusive

The Last Train (Ready Mix)

An early Christmas present in my stocking!
Recently I awoke to a SC link in my mailbox.  What is this??!! To my utter delight, Oddrun, Arne & Peter surprised me with this wonderful musical gift.  The original piano track was to be a "someday" project between Oddrun and me, but this is triple the fun!  Thank you Oddrun, Arne and Peter not only for remodeling my orphan track, but more importantly for this wonderful gift of friendship.
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Poem and vocals: Peter aka @user-264930040
Vocals: @Oddrun-Eikli
Trumpet and Studio Mix:  @Arne-Hiorth
Piano and composition: Debra Buesking 

Evenings With You

As usual…. you’re running late
How long can it take?
To run a brush through your hair, pull on some clothes?
You can talk ….. just look at your state
You made a big mistake
If you think you’re going out with me, dressed in those!
Why…. these are nearly brand new
Give a decade or two
Might concede their first wash is a tad overdue
My dear sweetheart
They’re simply falling apart
Rather, I have to say, just like you
Hmmm…let’s give the restaurant a miss,
Call this evening a day, waddaya say
We pull the blinds, chill the wine, book our sofa for two
Now there’s a plan…..kick off these shoes
Pan the dining out blues
Stayin’ in for …..evenings with you

…..evenings with you…..

Evenings With You. Oddrun, Arne, Peter & Debra

Cast of Characters:  

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic guitar, electric guitar solo, mix, production, and mastering

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- Yamaha Genos 2 piano solo 

K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Warwick 4-string fretless bass, piano, mandolin, and vocals

This is an old Jerry Jeff Walker song from a live album that Josh's dad played countless times while driving around in his his old pickup truck while he was growing up. Josh decided this year's musical gift to his father would be a recording of this song, which his dad has always loved. When he asked his bandmates in the Eclectic Collective to help him with it, they all generously and enthusiastically agreed to do so.

  Josh began the song by laying down the piano you hear throughout. He then added the bass before asking Ken to lay down the drums. Ken learned the song very quickly, and added perfect drums to it. Stephen then added his solid foundational guitar. Then, Josh went back in and added the mandolin before singing the whole thing. Before it was done, however, Josh tapped JJ to add the piano solo after the first chorus, which he did with grand style and flourish.

  Once it was in the can, Stephen was kind enough to mix and master it in his always professional manner. 

  Josh is very grateful to his bandmates for helping him give the gift of music to his dad once again this year. His dad has alwasy supported him with his music, from the time he was a little kid, and is very proud of his musical skills to this day. We hope you enjoy listening to this

Pickup Truck Song - (Eclectic Collective)

Every smile feels like a knife, 
Cutting deep into this life 
The masks that we wear, 
They suffocate our minds. 
I’m drowning in this restless sea 
Of agony thats arrested me 
I live defined defensively 
Forming a violient propensity 
Beneath the surface rage ignites
In a Cage of bright white neon lights 
So let those who just don’t know me judge
Cuz in the end I just don’t give a fuck

Continuity 
Continuity 
Continuity rolls forth like waves
Like waves

Calamity is a comedy
And you’re laughing yourself dead
The mental wherewithal 
Has you shaking your fucking head 
A delicacy you’ve taken from me
A scene is serene if you leave it to be
Feeding the seed til you’re leaving the tree
A feeling so free like you needed to be

The masks that we wear
They suffocate our minds

Waves

This song is a heartfelt homage to the enduring influence of punk rock and the nostalgia it evokes.

Old Movies And Music

Universal Love

La canzone promuove un messaggio di autenticità e libertà, sfidando gli standard di bellezza tradizionali e incoraggiando l'accettazione di sé.

La bellezza dell’imperfezione

In un mondo alla ricerca della perfezione,  
Ci sono storie che aspettano di essere raccontate.  
Le ferite, le crepe, le cadute, i sorrisi storti,  
Segni di  vite vissute.

Ho un cuore che batte con un ritmo strano,  
Un vestito che non sempre mi sta bene.  
Ma in ogni errore, ho deciso di non convincere,  
È una parte di me che non voglio nascondere.

Perché c'è bellezza nell'imperfezione,  
Quadri che raccontano la verità.  
Siamo un mosaico di sogni e di paure,  
E ogni azione vera è una nota di libertà.

Guardo gli altri e vedo solo sorrisi,  
Ma dietro gli atti ci sono storie di cosmesi.  
La lotta per essere, per apparire 
A volte con improponibili acconciature .

Perché c'è bellezza nell'imperfezione,  
É un atto di fede nella propria convinzione.  
Siamo un incrocio di sogni e di paure,  
E ogni imperfezione è una nota da applaudire .

Lascia che la luce entri nelle tue azioni,  
Accetta il tuo riflesso, non aver paura.  
Fai che il mondo accetti le imperfezioni,  
Che crolli il mito della bellezza e la sua censura .

Perché c'è bellezza nell'imperfezione,  
Nelle cicatrici che raccontano la verità.  
Siamo un mosaico di sogni e di paure,
E ogni nota di imperfezione c’è una canzone rara.
  
Quindi abbraccia le tue verità , i tuoi difetti,  
Perché sono ciò che ti rende unico.  
In questo viaggio, ricorda sempre,  
La bellezza è nell'imperfezione.

La bellezza dell’imperfezione

The Last Train * Instrumental

It's just a sloppy noodle, nothing more. 

Out There In The Garden

Wayne Johnson