Tag: Guitar

O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing

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Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.

The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower

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O You River (Vocal/Guitar/Poem)

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The words again…

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

That they are doing something more than this

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

All about the the things that I am gonna miss

I am waiting for the wisdom of the middle way

Of those that muddled through

And have so much to say

To someone like me to someone so blue

Cause I just can’t be left blank left well alone

So fill me in

Tell me how I’m just a one note drone

If you play genie I’ll play Alladin

So please if you please

I am waiting for sombeody to tell me

Come on don’t tease

I am waiting to hear that you are doing something more than this

Tell me tell me

All about the thigns that I am gonna miss

Or maybe what you see

Is not so far from here

Maybe maybe

I am just too clear

O yea baby

Are you gonna teach

The Sea to sing

O you river

You’re the king?

Eh?

Ok…

OK

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Tacky Songs ‘n Revelations (Poem/Song)

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(Musical amateurism inspired by an abandoned tub I found as a feral boy in SC. )

 

O I dont know I have never seen the moon so bright.

O I dont know I have never felt the need to die except for…

In the presence of

In the presence of all these leaves

how they fell right here…right here…

What a strange…what a strange….what a strange…

Place…for a…for a wash….

And the leaves are gathering

And all the little bugs are dead

And the moon is shining through where there was a showerhead

..And the little white flowers and the little bit of moss

And the honesuckle dew

Yea

none of these thigns are

Quite as sweet as you

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Windowside Experiment 1.0 (Poem and Song)

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(Got the 12 String fixed…so I put together this little number. It’s 432 hz because I’m a dirty hippy.)

Wasted Days

And golden Rays

Of Sunshine

When will I rise

To tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker Chair

And summer Wine

Such malaise the milieu

It won’t be fine

Just lay here in the dew

And look through you

Into a parallel light filter

All the possibilities akilter

Window Windowside

Hey there

Wanna Go for a ride

Splitting rainbows

Let’s see

What providence sows

Talk to me

Tell

Show

Well

On high on low

Elaborate

Through

Labyrinth of rain

Tracing drops

On the window pain

Light refracted

Past redacted

Yet you still know my name

You still know your windowside

The hours that came

The way they’d glide

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Wispy, Waify, and Wild (Poem)

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She was just a dream

I guess that is my nightmare

All these sorts of things

They always interrupt me

This is why I stare

O so very blankly

As the hand ascends

And drops down

O so very slowly

Nothing ever ends

Wispy, waify, and wild

Note: For those who listened…I know it’s rough. These are actually just voice memos I make for myself so I remember the gist of vocal melodies (so called) that I make up. But…IMO (and I suppose I’m biased) they have a certain raw quality that I like. So I guess the point of this note is (1) gimmee a break, (2) give yourself a break and publish something! Cheers.

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Friday Rain (Guitar and Violin)

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Everything is mighty green.

Production Tools

FOSS!

Ardour

Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 (Mic that came in the kit)

CAD MH210 Headphones

Kdenlive

LINUX MINT!

Free GNU/Linux Logo Penguin SVG - TitanUI

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Lesedi (Song, Poem, and Rivertime)

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Lesedi is a Sesotho (South African Tribe) name that means light. I thought it sounded really nice. Like Ubuntu.

Time is everpresent
Hear now here now
Hear now here now
Hear the time
Listen and youll realize in no time
That there is no time

Note I’m
Note I’m
Sitting here
Sitting there
Sitting everywhere

O Silent Air
O Silent Air
O Silent Heir
O Silent Heir

Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Living Light
Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Laughing Light

Take Give
Neither

Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Living Light
Leave Leaves Leaving Leading
Laughing Light

Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi
Lessedi

One sight to see One

One and Done

Won and Done

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The Dos and Dont’s (Poem and Song)

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The dos and dont’s

The was and wont’s

The fronts

The rears

The wars

The years

 O it was just a phase

 That’s what they’d  say

Funny turn of phrase

 Just one of those days

Yeah my son o son my son

Where are the suns rays

The poets are cannon crushed

For fools and whores

So we’re rushed

 Through the dos and dont’s

The was and wont’s

To the fronts

Just like gears

For the wars

 The fools and whores have fears

 That’s what they’dsay

If honesty was policy
Yet fools are ever dapper in their double tongue

Deception with felicity
Flays the virgin young
O nurse become a chef
Turn this pancake lad right over

He’s got no bottom half

Couldn’t duck for cover

Quiet quick enough

Yeah there was a fine parade

He was called a diamond in the rough

Left his better shade
Out somewhere in time

Cause we have to get paid
Elsewise its a crime
Responsibility that’s the rules
To feed the whores and fools
Keep them coddled warm in bed

Yeah they’ll send the poets
Till poems are dead
The dos and dont’s

The was and wont’s

Are ringing in my head
I am stern above the marble
Waiting in the tower

Sleeves are heavy
With tears Ill shower

Yes Ill shower clean
That which this wicked sphere has been

I do not worship

I am not worshiped
Soon I will be seen
Will be seen

Seen

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ia Ra (Poem and Song)

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Poem Song –

I’m the paleolithic hunter
Imagination of the sun
And I run
And I run
And I run through the air and the ether and the atmosphere

The flame you become
Tells I am near
Lonesome is a fantasy

Presence is reality

I’m the skipper of duality
The captain of each sacred Sea

Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a Ra

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