~2024

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Ladies and Gentlemen, Jimmy  ( James Rivas ) did it again. He chose one of my Melodies and put his wonderful voices over it. With his unforgettable voice he breathed life into the song. Thanks Jimmy for your wonderful 
collaboration again.

Music/Melody by Martin Hirsch
Lyrics and vocals by James Rivas . https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas

Cleopatra

Cleopatra  by James Rivas & Martin Hirsch

So this song takes the idea of home and expands it outward beyond conventional ideological boundaries of what a home might be. Some of this may sound odd, in the sense of 4 walls, a floor, and a roof as home. So where might our home be? Out beyond our neighborhood perhaps, the region where we live, the continent we’re on, maybe our planet, or somewhere in the cosmos? If we settle on a suitable idea that is somewhat believable for us, it may be that our ‘home’ is, at the very least, the planet we live on. Our home planet. So wherever we go on Earth, we are home, as the song suggests. Please bear with me on this, as it may get a bit allegorical: I like that idea of this larger sense of home, as we might not dump trash, sewage, and all sorts of toxins inside our home, or pollute our home in other ways. We may begin to see what a large, incredible family we have at home. Don’t ya think? It may allow us to get along with each other a little better than we have been? (As an example, you should see me with me with my family at times, it can be frustrating… hee-hee.) We probably wouldn’t set off/drop so many bombs and blast the crap out of our home like we do now, if we saw the Earth as our home. Or ignorantly flood or burn down our home, in our stubborn refusal to appreciate the reality of what it takes to maintain a home like Earth. If we come back to the idea of a conventional home, well there’s all sorts of problems with that too. Here are some of them. Some of us have homes, some of us don’t. There are many reasons for that. Some of us have lost our homes. Some of us do not like our homes, some of us never leave our homes. Some of us despise each other for not having homes, or having too many homes, or having too large of a home, etc…. Where do we feel at home these days with the state of homeability or lack there of? My conventional home, allows me to live here, be that wherever it may be for any of us. Anyway, this song also gave me the opportunity to dust off my mandolin and recorder, as they pretty much sat there all summer with long faces wondering what I was up to. So now they’re happy and I hope this song shares some of their happiness with you….. m

Lammbone's Album

Going Home

Pavia

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez–Elecrtic guitar, mix, and prodcution
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic and electric guitar  
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell -- Piano, synth, and organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–five-string fretless bass and lap steel
  This is a remix that Tez did of a song JJ wrote, and we released a couple weeks ago. He extracted the coda, expanded it, and mixed an ambient groove into it. Basically, he took the sweetest part of the fruit and made a salad with it. Everyone is doing the same thing they were a couple weeks ago, except this time what you're hearing has gone through the filter of Tez's brain. It sounds like almost a completely different song now, and a really fun ride at that. Tez is into ambient music, so this touches on that proclivity, too. When all heard it on Christmas day, we decided immediately that we wanted to share it with all of you. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it, and Tez enjoyed crafting it into something new.

Red Sun 2--Llanpsych's Dream (Eclectic Collective)

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/taylor-swift-cant-help-you-p-of-c

Taylor Swift Can't Help You

One of my favorite projects by Morry back in the late 80s/early 90s. Tascam, probably around the time we had an 8-track cassette. Hope our SC friends are doing well!

MLO 1

Taxi

Personnel:
Paul Bray - Drums
Terry Todd - Bass
Andy Peake - Keyboards
Nigel Manning - Tenor Sax

GRITSTONER  - (TPMB rehearsal 2018)

Dear friends, it is a big day when a little guy will taste real food for the first time in his life. We were sent a video of this spectacle and you could see how grateful this little baby was for the little porridge served by his sister!
This song may be a little bit crazy, but it is an expression of love between a sister and a newborn little brother.

Lyrics inEnglish

Hugo's Big Day

It is on this day that something important will happen
they feel they are a little anxious
now it depends on - everyone knows what they are doing
if something goes wrong when this boy is to be trained

Is it said who does everything who experiments
it has to be someone you can trust
who could it be - it must be her
which shows that she always loves this little boy

What is going to happen now, is it something huge
it is now that his taste buds will be tested
because now it will be a little porridge - which he gets from his sister
and the reward is a small smile from this boy
        

Lyrics in Swedish

Hugos Stora Dag

Det är denna dagen som något viktigt ska hända
            G.       D. Em.                  Am.           G.   D
de känner att de är lite ängsliga
       Em.              Am     G.      D.      G
nu hänger det på att - alla vet vad de gör  
      G.                   C.     C.         D.        G
om nu något blir fel när denna pojken ska tränas
             G.           D.                   C.               D.  G

Är det sagt vem som gör allt vem som experimenterar
           G.                     D.  Em.              Am.           G.D
det måste vara någon man kan lita på
        Em.            Am.                   G.  D.       G
vem kan det nu bli - det måste vara hon
         G.              C.    C.             D.     G
som visar att hon alltid älskar denna lille pojken
         G.                 D.                 C.             D.  G

Vad är det som nu ska ske är det något som är jättestort
       G.               D.         Em.          Am.                  G.    D
det är nu som hans smaklökar testas skall
          Em.                  Am.          G.        D.       G
för nu blir det lite gröt - som han får av syster sin
           G.                C.     C.                     D.       G
och belöningen blir ett litet leende från denna pojk
            G.           D.               C.        D.              G

Hugos Stora Dag (Hugo's Big Day) Lyrics in English in description below.

Walk it off

(Butt) That's Where She Poops From

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/abigail-devoe-onlyfans-pt-1-ii

Abigail Devoe OnlyFans, Pt. 1

lyrics:

You were born after 9-11
You really don't know shit
You've had a phone your entire life
You never even got your face hit

You were sad during the pandemic
You played vidja games with fake friends
You scroll through all the streaming services
You think the whole world is gonna end

You were born after 9-11
You don't get coffee from 7-11
You don't get my Spinal Tap reference to eleven
And you notice when the time's 11:11

Yeah, you like numerology
And you obey astrology
And you hate biology
And you demand apologies

You were born after 9-11
But you shoulda met my old friend Kevin
But you can't now 'cause he's in Heaven
Hangin' with another dead friend
Who's also named Kevin

You Were Born After 9-11 [W.E. Demo]

lyrics:

Is the glass half full
Or half empty, bull
The glass is too big
And I took a swig

Now it's in my veins
And I'm feeling the pains
Of post-ironic memes
Of monocultural teams

Writin' their minor songs
Discrete dabs, no passin' bongs
Let me play you this one
This is serious anti-fun

I've been drinkin' that Gen Z pee
It's problematic just talkin' to me
All I did was mention a Beatles tune
And your angry ass decorated the room

I've been drinkin' that Gen Z pee
But maybe I should spend more time in the street
I've got a sign with two sides, scrawled
Just tryin' to see you, I'm gonna crawl

Just attempt to conceive
What privacy may relieve
Tyranny of the self
A manic grandmother elf

Those prior problematics
Now fermenting spaztics
Your songs ain't so bad
Just call 'em all "I'm Sad"

Poor you
The poor things

I've been drinkin' that Gen Z pee
Now I'm mired in madness, clipped speech intensity
I fixed up the house, I cleaned the toilet
But you didn't stick around long enough to soil it

Hope I didn't spoil your party (What party?)
I've just been listenin' to Jen's E.P.
Me and that girl, I mean, honestly, like, for me
In my opinion, personally, it's like, seriously
For me, I mean

(Butt) That's Where She Poops From

Al Bob Bidwell

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