Terminus

Isolation

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)

Guitars, bass and production - Llanpsych
Beats - Inactive Caller & Active Caller by fakestarstudios (Looperman)
Should you ever find yourself in Scotland check out The Crawick Multiverse
https://www.crawickmultiverse.co.uk/

Open Multiverse

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

when the waves of silence break
on the dharma nomad's sitting mind
the daylight sleeper's nagual wakes
for a body of the idle kind

that speaks in riddles, muted rhymes
and labrythene paths of jesting Joyce
where assonance stands guard and chimes
in onomatopoeic trysts

for rivers run and waters foam
and dogs are dogs of many heads
no dwellings last where prospects roam
and liquid hope permits no rest

and the knowledge of the miserly
cannot withstand the yearly flooding force
and can and will and is not allowed to atrophy
as long as eight blurred legs still make a horse

ah burning barnacles to make light
of tonal drylands and bold vertebrates
bridges? yes, bridges burn for ashes' flight
and sparks and bioluminosity and microtonal clefs

for those who walk the open scalar fields
have guns that glow and minds to blow
for those who raft down rapid vector creeks
having dreams to grow and seeds to sow -

Vector Creek

scalar fields pt 10 vector creek - with stonerjazz

just a little improvisation in two layers, keyboard first, sopranosax on top :-)

Keys & Sax Improvisation / 7.9.2025

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??

praise God??what are you thinking?

Echoes From The Swamp

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

Me And My Brother Kevin Hobley AKA GTRFREEK dropping our first colab 
Written By GTRFREEK  https://soundcloud.com/user-329942736?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Recorded @ Studio B 

Hope It Knocks Yer Socks off

BE SURE TO LIKE LISTEN AND FOLLOW https://soundcloud.com/user-329942736?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Trigger Warning  HURTFUL JUNEZ & GTRFREEK

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/why-couldnt-you-hear-it
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/why-couldnt-you-hear-it-ii

Why Couldn't You Hear It? #2

Al Bob Bidwell