~2013

This is an uncut version for meditation purposes.  The universe demands Peace.

PEACE

Valve-I'm tired, sleep well

Graphe

Any The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans around?

Brief conversation with a somewhat upset sentient elevator

Fuck bombs, fuck war, fuck it all. Anywhere and everywhere.
--
FoF: drums, piano

Make it make sense

"Hash Tepee"

So It Was

A slightly new style that found it's way into my brain after hearing this track from Ryini, he always inspires my creative cells and it's always a blast putting something together to follow his lead

Shine a light! ( Lyrics and Vocals by Jess Johnson Music by Ryini)

Orbit (2025)

I was looking at old photos of a town gathering in the 1800s for a lynching. I was struck at the carnival atmosphere, the presence of all kinds of people, women and children. This is disturbing but very real and it is NOT confined to America,the South but instead is a sad global problem with religions and "God". Too often I think religions are excuses to commit some of the most awful  human atrocities . Religions,like leader cults(nazis/emperorsetc), seem to blind masses into justifying the slaughter  of the enemy of the day. God in most religions preached tolerance/forgiveness/inclusion and yet these fundamental principles are conveniently forgotten when it comes time to fulfill some self serving goal, monetary/territorial or ego. I wish I knew why

lyrics
glowing yellow sun
clear bright blue sky
leaves are dancing in the wind

sherriff and the barber
the doctor and the lawyer 
all the townspeople are there

just to meet and greet
and to chat about
the news and their hopes and fears

The children all are there
dressed up in their best
blue eyes and many happy smiles

then the time arrives
the crowd all turn their head
they march the black man to the tree

a noose slips round his neck
they pull him up on high
so his legs can swing free

there's heard a horrible crack
that splits the morning air
the children look up and they stare
as his legs they shake
and his body quivers
until he hangs there still and limp

then the children turn around and finish up their games 
on this bright and sunny day

now it's time to go
they hear the parents say
off to church to learn to pray

"praise God??really??

The Bitter Scum of America

Al Bob Bidwell

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