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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More lazy musical offerings. Some may find it relaxing or something. Or so I hope.
Wee…! Maybe someone will find this relaxing or some such thing ….
Americana Slavonicum?
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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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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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Another little jam I was able to squeeze in. Hoping to squeeze harder tomorrow, more tunefully, and less like a stray cat that got too curious about the hobo’s little sack of powder.
Squeeze is such an odd word. Seriously try to find a word that sits more awkwardly on the English tongue than squeeze. SK WEE ZZZ. Eh….speaking of anyone dig the following?
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Hammin up a jam for giggles. A bit of an experiment of what I could come up with before an earl shift. The beginning reminds me of some Opeth song…not trying to plagiarize just kinda a d major shape thing that sounds cool.
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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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.
I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.
DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )
Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals
Lyrics
All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places
I use them to make traces of my past
And that’s the path I walk on
In repetitious circles
I just go round and round and round
Sometimes I think that
That I have found
A line that is straight
But I’m still on the ground
I’m still going round
O Yea
Wait a little while with me
Wait a little while and see
The magic of a symmetry
Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree
Is the wine any less fine
Just because you’ve tasted it
Once more
Once more
So come on by and knock on
And knock on my old door
So come on by and let’s sit
Let’s sit on my floor
Let’s pourout all the whiskey
Pour it into dirty cups
Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something
That we never ever ever grow weary of
All these starry thoughts
Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….
In the light of the trees
And the evenings cool cool cool breeze
I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting
Why are waiting
Why are we frustrating
When we could
Be turning round as the wheel
And to feel what is real
Is the motion of eternal
Again … again
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