Tag: Music

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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Pardon the Mess

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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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Gee, Bee Flat, and Dee (Vlog and Music Sorta)

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9 minutes of utter wank.

I do like the chord though. If it is a chord I think it’s supposed to be G, B Flat, and D Flat but whatever.

It was my intention to get some headway on the Sketch of Sam Monroe today. But I also have to run through my ‘repertoire’ (read fapatoire) and do general practice. So I thought I’d just toss-up a bit of that practice session to justify my slacking.

Here’s a cool article on the region I’m writing about in the aforementioned story: https://www.roughguides.com/destinations/south-america/brazil/mato-grosso/

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Fractal Radio | Episode 27 – Art and Physical Fitness

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My hand hurts…I segue into a discussion on the relationship between art and physicality. There is a sort of trope that artists are disaffected and dysfunctional – that substance abuse and abandon are the key to greatness. I present an alternative theory.

Then I talk a bit about Goethe and Bach. Finally I finish off with some tunes.
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Daily Poem # 4 – Skip Barber Died (Song?)

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Straight from the tone-deaf arythmic brainhole of the Indie Yard Brigade.

When all the Skip Barbers were gone

There remained just one sad song

When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ring a ringing song

And it sang and it said

We never remember to fly

We’ll never remember to fly

We’ll always forget

Well ever forget

Every reason Why

When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ringing old song

It said goodbye
we’ll never remember to fly
or how
o Woah

so i say so i said

whats the difference between living and dead

eh

whats the difference between living and dead

these are the thoughts that a rang in my head

when all the Skip Barbers were gone

as one we all cried

as sad ringing song

all the day long

o how will we remember why

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Quasimodo’s Ring – An Ode to Mr. Drake (Original Lyrics and Song)

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Another Late Evening Jam…check out Nick Drake if you want to hear some fantastic music by someone who actually took the trouble to practice singing.

Don’t You Know the Ring? (Alternate Title)

Lyrics

The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
And pull us into harbour

A melody is our trusted port
This subtle home
Ancient report
Sound of the depths
Wiser…deeper than the sea

Here we sit and here we sing
A never ending ring
Bells that chime pulled by the rope
The faintest spark called Quasimodo
Oh don’t you know
Don’t say you don’t know
Quasimodo

The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
Pull us into the harbour

Into the harbour harbouring harbouring
A ring ring ring a ring a ring ring
O don’t you know the ring

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