Life’s a box of chocolates
When it ain’t a box of dicks (tricks)
Some folks think that farmers
Are all a bunch of Hicks?
I used to live the city life.
Got tired of all that shit
At least here on the farm,
you know when you step in it.
I got ducks out In my yard.
I got turkeys on my porch
Got chickens out in back
and a little herd of pork
We ain’t got a lot
But what we got is real
Everyday is perfect
Up on Eggsistential Hill
I work hard every day
Building stuff and chasing ducks
Nobody’s gonna bring me down
Cause i stopped giving all them fucks
Working for the man.
You can’t never get ahead.
Keep you running till you drop.
Unless you drop on out instead.
I got ducks out In my yard.
I got turkeys on my porch
Got chickens out in back
and a little herd of pork
We ain’t got a lot
But what we got is real
Everyday is perfect
Up on Eggsistential Hill
Category: #music
STFU – An American Prayer
This goes out to all the Faux-christian nationalists in charge, and the immoral idiots who voted for them.
Lyrics below. Thanks for sharing if you enjoy it!
You took a big step over the line
Laughing as you turned your back
People needing help, you walk away
Especially if they’re poor,
brown or black
You gonna push us too far
Being cruel as fuck
Karma’s got your number
Gonna call your bluff
She gonna bend you over
Make you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
How’d you get so dumb?
If I was that stupid
I’d bite off my tongue
I laugh my ass off when you talk
About God being on your side
Shut the fuck up
You’re a goddamn fool
You ain’t just stupid
You’re a fucking tool
Jesus thinks you’re a piece of shit
I know you know that He’s right.
(Additional verse, not in video)
In times like these we gotta take a stand
Stand up for the ones who can’t
People needing help gotta lend a hand
Try and make things better
Any way we can
You’re gonna push us too far
Being cruel as fuck
Karma gonna get hit you
Like a semi truck
She gonna run you over
Make you shut the fuck up.
Social Media and Creativity
If I judged my music by the reaction I get on social media, I’d quit making music.
No. Seriously. Getting people to watch more than 3 seconds is a lot harder than it should be. Seems like everyone has the attention span of a flea…swipe on, America. Feed that scroll demon.
But you know what? I keep creating and sharing. I know a few people like what I create. That works for me. It’s enough. I’m not trying to get a zillion followers. Just connect with a few people, and maybe leave a record of what I’ve made. For my kids, or whoever might care.
I think that people shouldn’t judge things by what everyone thinks and likes. Everything is subjective, and what everyone thinks is great, rarely is. Life should be about what YOU like. What brings YOU joy. Who cares what everyone likes?
Besides, everyone knows that the best things in life are the secrets that hardly anyone knows about.

Authors Note: All opinions expressed here are just that: opinions. If you don’t like mine, I probably won’t like yours either. Let’s just nod, and walk away. Maybe come back with solutions instead of opinions. Because of the two, only solutions actually matter.
New Year 2025
My video message to all, complete with song fragment.
so here we are
the end of ’24
I made it thru.
so did you.
so here we are.
I have no optimism to share
no words of hope
nor any advice
except this:
(Song fragment: wake up)
don’t let them win
without a fight
don’t ever give up
gotta make it all right
no time for hate
no time for revenge
we gotta fucking wake up
for this nightmare to end

Eight Years of Gloom
The past 8 years have been a hard road. A lot of loss. A bunch of struggle and worry. Thanks to the pandemic, it seems like the whole world has been living under a shadow of gloom and doom, and me…I’ve been hiding under a rock, keeping my head down. Crazy fucking times. I rarely go anywhere anymore. Who can afford it anyway?
Strong emotions and insane politics tend to bring the muses round over here. A lot of new songs have come my way during the half-decade of torment, though I’ve been too distracted by my life to really bring any of them to into their own. I think some are pretty good, grain of salt, being my own post traumatic opinion. But I hope you’ll agree, as I share the songs, and some of the process, in the coming weeks.
I took up the bass, I’ve been playing electric guitar a LOT, and still working on making midi my bitch. I have a bunch of elaborate arrangements fighting for a chance to be recorded. I’m such a perfectionist, those will take time. I’ve been trying, but never seem to make much progress.
Well now, I’m tired of waiting. I want you to hear the songs. So, I’m gonna share the songs, raw, as they were written. I write most stuff on an old six string acoustic. That’s where everything starts. The roots of the song. Where everything the song will ever be already exists, hiding amongst the crude bangings and ringing open strings, with no distracting background vocals.
So later, when the ‘album version’ drops (not too much later, hopefully), we can all look back and say, “Why the fuck did you do THAT to it, man?!”.
Stay tuned. ~jamie
No Promised Land
Just posted on YouTube
Guitar practice (in space)
From a live session on TikTok and since I spent way too much time making the video effects, I figured I may as well share it out. Sound is iffy, mastering by me, so not really, and the backing track gets annoyingly repetitive, but every once in awhile I hit a couple cool riffs in a row.
Enjoy. Or hit mute. idc
#TikTokLive #livestream #music