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YBS2014 Jay Tlougan. Yellow Belly Studios: LakeMusic For Fun... Enjoy Number One. Enjoy#1. Be Mindful. Its a mouthful. Just a Spoonful of the awful. The Beauty of the willful. Skillfully Soulfull, hopefully your cup is full. The Fulcrum is Marching to the Beat of your own drum. Humdrum Heathens. 

 

Jay Tlougan Yellow Belly Studios 2014: Don't Have to talk about it. Its a pure and perfect purity. A serene certainty. Serendipity. The Water. Just Listen. 

 

Yellow Belly Studios 2014. Lake music For Fun Album by Jay Tlougan.  Do it for fun, put it out there, be you but no ones looking, you could do it for something. Push and you get push back, Bush wacked, feed the feed back. Give. Live. Like the water to the sea, believe in what you see. You can achieve. You'll be better, the best is a phantom. Do it for the cheddar. An anthem for the no regretter. Just do it for Fun, do it for some one...

 

a sonic cruise

 created by Jay Tlougan.         

 

The result 

blending acoustic feel with electric chaos, savvy lyrics with fiendish delight, safely producing good vibes & fun.

#Medley Roads

Born and Razed

Breakthru Dose

Great Pretender

In Each Mile

In Your Dreams

Not So Fast

McMenamin’s 

Predictable Pterodactyl

Summer Sundays

Marioland           *        

Djatal Bonus Tracks

 

 

 

 

 

Beware the Chaos

All songs inspired by true events, were written and produced 

By

 

Jay Tlougan

 

The rest are unrehearsed and Improvisational Explorations into the Collective Subconscious 

Wherever it leads- Djatal Returns

SpecialThanks 

to 

G.Carlin and Steve Martin 

(featured throughout via turntable)

 

|September-2013|

I bet that you did who

You Shouldn't and knew

 

I bet the first thing you did

Was the last you should

 

Forget the thirsting  you hid

Lurid does the past seem since

She rocked you kid

This isn't perfect 

What do you think your Elvis bitch

That don't impress me much 

 

Don't get me wrong 

If I was a big guy

The story of my night

Like every other day

The ball field live or die

Better make the next play

 

Republican wasteland 

 

It made me happy at times

I haven't been looking into it

Ten dollars a day 

Six days a week

It's not a good job but its something

I love being alone 

She loves to dance 

Rewind tonight 

Make it just right

 

Stressed out sometimes

I'm acting like that cause I want to

I remember like every little thing I did

She's so happy when she sees him

People are going to be surprised

It's an experience every one asks for

It changes everything 

 

Surfer guitar riffs 

Clean lines and curved hips

She's so lovely like way above me

Humming in her sleep

Stretched out starfish over the love seat

Her feet 

I made the decision 

The hardest part was growing up

But I needed help

Living with the parents 

When I ran into nonsense 

And maybe was fighting solutions

I feel like I'm controlling my life

I get to redo it 

I'm stuck in the mud

How this for a drama shot

Best seat in the house 

Nothing comes close 

A breakthrough dose

It was like a dream

Only the clear blue revealed the smooth

Sun shining like a silver lining

Eclipse the moon 

Like the cow and the silver spoon

It's coming soon 

Over the rainbow

And thru the woods

And the white blowing snow

A new season when you play

Every single day

Why bother none

They don't concern me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Full moon fever got me up at night  and eager

Birthday yearning , closed circuit Saturn Returning

I feel like the lost one learning 

Because like 

You make a lot of mistakes before you catch the right take

 

But each wrong note got close

A half step behind at most

Like Wooten said but less verbose

Come in here and find your self

Amidst the streaming consciousness

A Glimpse of purity like the clarity

That only comes after the storm

Maybe the eye in your mind

Likes gleaming beyond the norm

 

#A Medley of roads, where I was born I was raised

Over Yonder hillsides , Amidst the purple haze 

Alpine Mountain majesty 

We Brokethru, the stars falling

Beyond what the doorman said, 

I did, as a kid, went full under the catepillar

Like the Great Pretender, the Wanderer

In each mile while you dreaming, ghost rider

I was off half receding, Into the great wide open

When I discovered there ways were quick like the motion 

Of a love potion number nine,( number nine, number nine)

Wicked woman of mine

Grab ahold of me, tell me 

Sitting when then evening comes

I Just wanna make love to you  tonight

I can’t wait….. To be king.

To have my own family

Its good to be free to decide

But…. 

But not so fast, gotta make it last

Head down to the city by the see

Predictable Pterodactyle stylee

Awaiting is your Summer Sunday 

With your girl, so unfurl 

Like Head out to Marioland, like its on Demand

Djatal plays it like a twisting staircase

Through all the empty space

Fill it with your Sultry taste

Like all the sexy you never waste 

Saturn returning to its place

29 years so dear, I love it here… 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrics

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River Trout Fishing Poetry Songwriting Jay Tlougan Summer Sundays

Dm(7)  G    A#    A .  Dm(7)  Gmaj(7)

 

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::? (woman) Like the Summer Sundays 

You Keep me Dreaming           

                Like the Number of ways 

You Keep me Stealing

The Hours away til the moment

She Finds you above her

Whatta mans gotta do is (seize the moment)

 

Dm(7)                           Gmaj(7)

You know you love her (seize the moment)

You know you love her (she’s yer woman)

Little Lady’       (she‘s your woman)

Little Lady’       (Keep me dreamin)

 

Til the moments while the hours away ….girl

Like the Summer Sundays

You Keep me Dreaming

Like the Number of ways 

You Keep me Stealing

The Hours away til the moment

You know You’re way above me

But whats a fool to do, 

With or without you ::/

 

You teach me feeling 

Except I’m out of reach

I took you fishing

Accept youre off the hook

You got me reeling

Except I’m out of what

Your needing

Feeding on those Summer Sundays



 

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