Tricksters triumph over the serpant and eat good.

Swamp Rabbits

Sphere

Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Pretty Papers

I am not a religious person
Happy New Year! 

Come gather round people
You won’t believe the news
The war has ended
And there is peace on earth, it's true!

The people made their stand
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
And there is freedom in our land

No more poverty and greed
No more homeless in the streets
No more leaders telling lies
No more borders to divide 

All the world has become one
And we’re righting all the wrongs
Can’t you hear the song
And angels sing above
Songs of grace, songs of love
And it gives us hope again
As they sing their sweet refrain
Throughout the land

“Peace on earth to everyone”

Peace On Earth (Christmas '24)

12/17/2024

What I Want To Tell You

Off our soon-to-be-released album, this song is one of our "glitch style" pieces - all extra short, they avoid traditional structures and include playful instrumentation. This one includes Gina's surprise "sampled" vocals. 

Water can get in
Wherever air may go
Wherever air may go
Water can get in
Water can get in
I won't let you make me be the mad one
No no no
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones
I won't let you make me be the mad one
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones 
Wherever air may go

water can get in

Eine Zusammen Arbeit mit Karin Maria - Brunner
Vielen Dank Karin Maria, dass du mich angefragt hast für dieses Jazz Album. Hat viel Freude bereitet.

Instrumente :  Vibraphone, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar

Veröffentlicht von:

iMD-KMB
Erscheinungsdatum :
11. November 2023
P-Linie:
℗ 2023

Travel to Spring

2. J527 • Nous sommes ambassadeurs

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and bend it 'round my day

Tomorrow I will walk ahead
and let your phantom fade

cause I know you are happy
without me
without me

The jury in my head
is begging me to lock 
the thought of innocence away
but the judge is 
torn between her gut
it disagrees with 
the facts displayed

Oh, I was nasty
I was so mad
now you probably hate me
but I love you still
I love you still

I know you are happy
without me
without me

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and force it 'round my day
tomorrow i will walk ahead
but recognize that messes will be made

These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
it could be so simple

could be so simple

Swamp Rabbits

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