SoulJunkie

I'd like to dedicate this to all of us who have felt the hurt from God's calling. It is only the rough draft so please bear with me. I hope you like it and thanks for watching. The lyrics are: You're leaving. Time to take a bow now cause you're leaving. You're leaving. As the curtain lowers slowly yeah you're leaving. You are leaving, you are leaving. Alone, in this empty bed of ice I feel so cold. Frozen blue I'm lifeless here as all the pretty Angels call you home. You are leaving, you are leaving. Thinking back how fortunate I was to have you taken on my name and giving me a love so strong I know that I will never be the same. You are leaving. The stage is empty, lights are out l'll try to go on living now. You're leaving. 2x You are leaving, you are leaving. If you like what I am doing here, please give a like and subscribe and tell your friends. Lord knows I need all the help I can get! lol.

I wrote this last year during the covid scare. The lyrics are: Unless we change, we'll fall, into the tangled web they weave. There's no answers, to all the questions, that we're asking. More than likely, our wounds will fester, from tiny little stings. It's no wonder, why we're all sick now, from all the masking. Listen to these things, you gotta listen to these things. Most the time we're told the truth, is a picture on the screen. when really, we're being lied to, by puppets on a string. We're witness to all the good things, they keep extracting. They make it worse, demanding change, and overreacting. Listen to these things, you gotta listen to these things. Their history's deep like an ocean floor, they turn the key and they lock the door, they threaten lives and so much more. and we're silenced..... Silent.

Lyrics: Day and night we're like blood cells running through veins. On the interstates and roads here where we stay. On this tiny spec of sand, this ship that's lost at sea, we're all just microscopic in our galaxy. Our home is always turning night into day. spinning through thin air we're making our way. Going nowhere yet covering miles of space, living here on our colorful busy place. Chorus There's so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even here long enough to watch the trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Lead Break Chorus There's so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even given enough time to watch trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching!

I just finished this rough draft today. It's a funny country song. Hope you like it and thanks for watching! The lyrics are: Mama and Me ain't been out for weeks we been a strugglin day after day. The kids are fightin, and the laundry's piling cause the electric bills weren't paid. The grass in the yard is gettin up to our knees cause the mower took a dump last week. We're gettin real tired of hangin round playin cards and Monopoly. We're makin plans, we're gonna raid that jug we been throwin our change in for years, call Mom and Dad to take these kids that keep screamin in our ears. Mama can't wait for me to change my draws and put my red men's panties on! Well she gave'em to me one Christmas Eve after all the kids fell asleep. She smiled at me with the strangest grin and never said a peep. I was so surprised and I wondered why but it soon became apparent to me when she jumped my bones and ripped off my shirt and said, tonight you're wearing these for me. We ran into the room in a heat of passion and for the next 3 minutes we were wrestling like we used to do when we were teens. I couldn't believe such a little thing could bring her to her knees. Well I feel strong like ole King Kong with my red men's panties on. Just like Superman, here I stand with my red men's panties on. I hope my buddies never see me with my red men's panties on. Cause I'm so happy when she tells me, put your red men's panties on. Made in the U.S.A.!

Welcome! The lyrics are: She stands behind an open door. In a tiny, dirty room with a mattress on the floor. A little mattress on the floor. There's photos on the walls of places that she dreams she's going to someday but she knows she'll never see. She'll never see. Gotta do more, gotta see more gotta have more, gotta be more. Gotta be more. (2 times) She's staring at the cobwebs of yesterday. Down on her knees she hopes and she prays. She contemplates as she's scraping up the remanence from the night before the needle pushes deep and it shows another score. It's just a tiny sore. Gotta do more, gotta see more gotta have more, gotta be more. Gotta be more. (2 times) In a sultry way she leaves that room make-up's on, she's in bloom, she's in bloom. With dampened hair and cheap perfume The party's on, she's clicked resume, she's clicked resume. Gotta do more, gotta see more gotta have more, gotta be more, gotta be more. (4 times) Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching!

This song is dedicated to people struggling with addiction and loved ones lost from it. Sadly, I've experienced both. Thanks for watching. The lyrics are: The stoned doctor opened my eyes and I lost my mind, when I swallowed the red one. Her heels buried in my chest and I must confess, she wasn't the last one. The bill swallows one more line, one last time. until you're craving the next one. chorus: And you try to control yourself, most times when you are dry. laying a path for the walking suicide. Side steppin down the tubes but willing and able, just not so stable. Jealous and mad at your friends, when they got some. even your loved ones. Everything feels serene, so sublime. but who will you leave behind? chorus And you try to control yourself, most times when you are dry. sayin a prayer for the walking suicide. The walking suicide.

Thanks so much to all who have taken the time to watch! The lyrics are: I surfed seven thousand Islands. The warm current took me there. On a craft made from rusty nails and a broken chair. The Sun bared down as it scorched my knees. Most days I'd pray for a nice cool breeze, or a tall standing, full grown shade tree with tons of leaves. Then something in the distance caught my eye a tiny Jungle Island paradise. I finally reached the shoreline, and took a look around, three long days but no one could be found. Setting sail with caution, from the undertow. The tide was high but my spirits where so damn low. Countless Islands in and out of sight. Praying to be rescued from my plight. After six thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, Islands with contrasting lines. I washed up for a seven thousandth time. She scooped me up and nurtured me. Our conversations simple sweet. Love poured down and knocked us off our feet. On that tiny Island.. 4x

I posted this once but did some changes since then. Thanks to all who have taken the time to watch! The lyrics are: Searching through the decades of your life to find a perfect shoe that fits. Adolescent dreams and foolish loosers say a winner never quits. An immoral distant fantasy throwing you off balance, keeps you falling, falling over and over. Your arms stretched straight out in front of you blindly feeling for that four leaf clover. Anchored down beside you desperate and so lonely you're still looking in the wrong direction. Only fools demand perfection,- It looks like you're addicted to rejection. An immoral distant fantasy throwing you off balance, keeps you falling, falling over and over. Your arms stretched straight out in front of you blindly feeling for that four leaf clover. I miss you so damn much my sweet glass slipper sized and custom made to fit. Broken glass cannot be mended but impossible to find the will to quit. I miss you so damn much my sweet glass slipper sized and custom made to fit. Broken glass cannot be mended but impossible to find the will to quit.

I wrote this a couple of days ago and just now recorded it. The lyrics are: GLASS SLIPPER Searching through the decades your whole life to find a perfect shoe that fits. Adolescent dreams and foolish loosers say a winner never quits. An immoral distant fantasy throwing you off balance, keeps you falling, falling over and over. Your arms stretched out in front of you blindly feeling for that four leaf clover. Anchored down in front of you desperate and so lonely you're still looking in the wrong direction. Only fools demand perfection,- It looks like you're addicted to rejection. An immoral distant fantasy throwing you off balance, keeps you falling, falling over and over. Your arms stretched out in front of you blindly feeling for that four leaf clover. I miss you so damn much my sweet glass slipper sized and custom made to fit. Broken glass cannot be mended it's impossible to find the will to quit.

The lyrics are: Day and night we're like blood cells running through veins. On the interstates and roads here where we stay. On this tiny spec of sand, this ship that's lost at sea, we're all just microscopic in our galaxy. Our home is always turning night into day. spinning through thin air we're making our way. Going nowhere yet covering miles of space, living here on our colorful busy place. Chorus There're so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even here long enough to watch the trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Lead Break Chorus There're so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even given enough time to watch trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching! We will be doing a variety of things here to hopefully entertain you. There's really no real focus, just some good clean fun. I gladly accept any kind of donation or tip through paypal.com my address there is njoey33@yahoo.com if you like what I'm doing. Thank you.

I wrote this song to get out my frustration because of the mess we are living in right now. I'm so sad our Nation is being torn to pieces since the election was stolen. Here are the lyrics: Unless we change, we'll fall, into the tangled web they weave. There's no answers, to the questions, that we're asking. More than likely, our wounds will fester, from tiny little stings. It's no wonder, why we're all sick now, from all the masking. Listen to these things, you gotta listen to these things. Most the time we're told the truth, is a picture on the screen. when really, we're being lied to, by puppets on a string. We're witness to all the good things, they keep extracting. They make it worse, demanding change, and overreacting. Listen to these things, you gotta listen to these things. Their history's deep like an ocean floor, they turn the key and they lock the door, they threaten lives and so much more. and we're silenced..... Silent. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- thanks for watching! We will be doing a variety of things here to hopefully entertain you. There's really no real focus, just some good clean fun.

I was fortunate enough to capture this awesome Hawk after he landed on the post. After seeing his wingspan was probably 4 feet or so I rushed to grab my camera.

My best attempt thus far at one of Led Zepplin's most unique (in my opinion) folk songs with unusual C# tuning. "That's the Way". And with unusual tuning comes cords I have never even seen before. Not to mention my voice that's struggling to hit the high notes. Anyway, I hope I do not offend any lovers of this song.

This is a rough draft of a new song that I'm working on.

Very cool old piece here and amazingly still working. Even with an old looking cord.

Runs and mows real good. It has a I/C Platinum 16HP OVH Turbo Cooled Motor with a hydrostatic shifter.

Great cosmetically and functionally.

The heading says it all..

Our crazy old baby goes nuts when he can go for a ride.

I was surprised to test this and hear it working. The link to Ebay is https://www.ebay.com/itm/125495686969

This is a nice old player. It looks like the original microphone has never been used.

The listing says it all in this one.

Lik 10 minutes ago I posted a video of a baby Rabbit hiding in my wife's garden and alive but scared and not moving. Ten minutes later she sees three more close by hiding in another part of her garden. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching! We will be doing a variety of things here to hopefully entertain you. There's really no real focus, just some good clean fun. I gladly accept any kind of donation or tip through paypal.com my address there is njoey33@yahoo.com if you like what I'm doing. Thank you.

My wife was weeding for 15 minutes and seen this little guy under one of her plants. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching! We will be doing a variety of things here to hopefully entertain you. There's really no real focus, just some good clean fun. I gladly accept any kind of donation or tip through paypal.com my address there is njoey33@yahoo.com if you like what I'm doing. Thank you.

Here's a song I just finished today 5/8/22. The lyrics are: Day and night we're like blood cells running through veins. On the interstates and roads here where we stay. On this tiny spec of sand, this ship that's lost at sea, we're all just microscopic in our galaxy. Our home is always turning night into day. spinning through thin air we're making our way. Going nowhere yet covering miles of space, living here on our colorful busy place. Chorus There're so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even here long enough to watch the trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Lead Break Chorus There're so many strange things out there that we don't know. We're not even given enough time to watch trees grow. We're given just one chance, to live and make a stand and learn to spread some love to our fellow man. Welcome to The SoulJunkie page! Please give a rumble, leave a comment, and hit that subscribe button if you like this video and as always,- God bless you and yours and thanks for watching! We will be doing a variety of things here to hopefully entertain you. There's really no real focus, just some good clean fun. I gladly accept any kind of donation or tip through paypal.com my address there is njoey33@yahoo.com if you like what I'm doing. Thank you.