Sun is shining, the weather is sweet Make you want to move your dancing feet To the rescue, here i am Want you to know, y'all, where i stand

MUSIC: MR FUNKYMONK LYRICS, VOCALS, MIX: Anne YOU'VE GOT GIRLS i told you once i told you twice you'd have to go if you couldn't play nice so tell me have you been good let's chat i told you before i made it clear you keep on actin that way…

New composition for my solo piano project.

Inspired by a "flash of gratitude", to the Universe, God or whatever..sitting in the warm summer heat watching my sweetie tend her plants, puffy clouds filling the sky and surrendering to the momentary bliss.

Music, all musical instruments, title and subject matter by Paul Lennon. Lyrics and vocals by Merry Bear.

my first alone tone hit.

Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer

Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…

Time for some air guitar I think !!

What’s on your mind Are you losing confidence Someone’s been unkind And caring becomes a consequence Look for a reason to smile The Sun will shine your way Look for a reason to smile And watch the clouds drift away Feeling like you…

A cover of the oldrottenhead song

drowning in a sea of vaseline alive or dead or somewhere in between sit very still and read a magazine wash and wash but never get it clean it must be true I saw it on the screen painting all the roses for the queen don't eat that you don…

if i had enough $$$ for a gold watch, id buy something else...yep,

Guess who's reading a Tom Waits biography - he gets in yer soul I says!

When my daughter and I use to play computer games on the Sinclar Spectrum. ( One Kilobyte). Many years ago we combined our names Samantha And Dad, Hence Samadad.

There's a darkness creeping in the woods by a brimstone tree A withered headless horseman traveling on the breeze A mighty footprint measured 15 inches long Whispered voices rolling in off the fog (Chorus) Transcribe plates made of stone…

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