Being one who loves to indulge in the fear of things that go bump in the night, I used to sneak downstairs and quietly watch the Creature Feature movie hoping not to wake up mom and dad. If they caught me I knew that the only thing that would go bump in the night was me. Still sometimes I would hear the approach of slippers and then I would shut the TV off and hide. As soon as I would hear that he was at the far side of the basement I'd make my move and and gun it up the stairs...
What can I say about this one that I haven't said before? ....... "SCOOBY DOOBY DOO DOOWAH" ..... I don't think that I've ever said that before on any of my prior songs ..... Maybe I said "Zippity Doo Da" or "Yabba Dabba Doo." ...... What I did do this time was to sneakily rip a vocal line off of a marvelous singer going by the name of Isabella Peter Blue "No relationship to Little Boy Blue" and inserted her voice into this song ..... A little extra sugar and spice for this new cake that I baked. You can check her out at https://www.youtube.com/user/isaanabella/videos
Lyrics
When I was a little child, the other children put me down.
They always used to laugh at me and never let me hang around.
But then one day my Grandma taught me some very simple words to say
and now I say them night and day and I say them every time I play. I say
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
And so my Grandma said to me to scurry outside and play.
The other children saw me coming so they turned around to run away.
But then I thought about these words that Grandma had sang to me.
The other children turned around and they came back running to me as they sang
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
You don't need no distractions. You don't need no delays
to get some satisfaction and to Scooby Dooby Doo all day.
You don't need no permission to Scooby night and day
just follow me and Scooby Dooby every day and I say
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
Scooby Dooby Doo Doowah. Scooby Dooby YEA
Scooby Dooby Doowah. Shooby Dooby Doowah. Scooby Dooby night and day.
As soon as I started to form lyrics for this song, my first thought was "I bet that Reekashade will love this .... therefore I'll dedicate this song to him" ... Reeka is an outstanding singer and exquisite gentleman who has supported me as I have supported him far before the Google era of Youtube which makes him a valuable commodity to me here as most who I've known since that time have either jumped ship or have become too big here to even acknowledge me further ..... "even though I'm still better than they could ever be in their wildest dreams" ...... Did I just say that? ...... Oh no .... That was my goldfish, Sid .... He always feed's my ego when he want's me to feed him back .... Here is Reeka's channel https://www.youtube.com/user/reekashade Thanks so much bro for being who you are.
LYRICS:
When I look out my window yeah, I can clearly see
peace and love as the wind blow's love across the sea.
And as I step out my doorway I can take this love in my hand.
Hold it close to my heart and soul and share the love across this land.
Pretty much the kitchen sink with everything that I've been learning since listening to Electronic, Ambient and Dub-step music to put together my home made Electronic stew with just a pinch of paprika. If you don't like it, I won't force feed you like I do my goldfish. They can just float on their backs and play dead like my hamsters do. All the more fish food for me. However, if you do like this, I would recommend it with sushi or a can of high grade pork and beans. This song contains no automation, digital by-products or artificial flavors. Everything was made here from scratch...even the scratching. Alright, It's now baked, brewed, simmered and ready to serve. "Bon Appétit ...Oui, oui"....That's french for...???....Oui, oui.
I'm starting off 2017 with this dedication song and video to my most beautiful friend on Youtube .... or anywhere else in this universe, Ivana Raymonda van der Veen. If you wish to do some more Angel Eyes gazing, you can find her here at https://www.youtube.com/user/ivanavanderveen She's got an angel voice to match her eyes as well.
LYRICS:
Whenever you walk by, I realize, my angel eyes, as Heaven owns the sky,
well so do I, my angel eyes.
You fill my heart with love from Heaven to above and everywhere there's love.
Like oceans to a dove cuz where there's love I'll always love my pretty little angel eyes.
Whenever time goes by, I realize, my angel eyes, that Heaven don't know why,
well nor do I, my angel eyes.
You fill my heart with love from Heaven to above and everywhere there's love.
Like oceans to a dove cuz where there's love I'll always love my pretty little angel eyes.
Repeat 1st verse:
I tested out this song on Facebook and my friends there seem to like it a lot ..... This is my first vocal song, using my newer gear .... A few friends there suggested that I make a Youtube video for it and feature it as my Halloween video and I think that's a very good idea and so ..... this I guess is my Halloween song and video ....... The DEVIL made ME do it.
Lyrics:
Sister come and save me. Throw me out a line.
I say sister won't you save me cuz I'm drowning all the time.
Devil's on my doorstep. Knocking at my door.
Make me dance to Dubstep til I can't dance no more. "Ah Yeah."
Sister come and save me. I'm running out of line.
I say sister won't you save me cuz I'm running out of time.
Devil's gonna find me and lead me to his door.
Make me dance to Disco til I can't dance no more, no more, no more, no more.
The Devil mocks me on my trail. Satan's got me by my tail.
My torment that I loathe so well. I'm dancing through the gates of Hell. "Ah Yeah."
Sister come and save me. Throw me out a line.
I say sister won't you save me cuz I'm drowning all the time.
Devil's on my doorstep. Knocking at my door.
Make me dance to Dubstep til I can't dance no more, no more, no more, no more.
No more, no more, no more.
No more, no more, no more.
No more, no more, no more.
I managed to complete one more song and video in record time. This is the kind of music that I wanted to eventually upload. What is a shame is the fact that I have a vast amount of songs, mostly incomplete that sound just as good as this one and could be completed as fast as I have been doing but I've got enough material to last me 5 life times and as quickly as I work on one, 5 more ideas pop in my head. I must have some kind of song writing disorder
It's been a month since I uploaded Supercar and so the time has come for my December song. The idea for this one came while I was waiting for the bus to bring me back home. Often when I write a song, most of it is composed in my head as I had the string line and percussion already laid out in my mind for this one. The trick is to actually create the exact sound that I'm hearing in my head. Once that it done, I have to write the words and then see if I can actually sing the song and decide then if my voice is right for it. I'm very happy with the results here and how this song turned out.
Lyrics
Trying to find my way back home. Crying, it's a long way to go.
I'm just staring at the world with nowhere to go. I'm just trying to find my way back home.
I've got to find my way home.
Notorious pirates of the sea known for their ruthlessness and cunning to obtain that which satisfies their eternal quest for gold, treasures of wonderment and delight, unseen fortunes only whispered in folklore by the lips of the unfortunate souls who had dared to utter a word of such riches of the deep before meeting with their tragic fate are now in hot pursuit of the fairest treasure told by the tongues of the silenced with their dying breaths.
ELENA HOUSE, the fairest maiden of the sea is now being pursued by the evil rogues who have claimed the ocean to be their own trophy for the taking as they plunder and blunder throughout the high seas to capture and imprison she who they believe will soon to be their damsel of delights.
Little do our sea bearing proprietors of possessions know that the fair maiden is actually ELENA HOUSE AKA \
