wow I'd swear this was The Crash Test Dummies if I heard it blind  --really clean production and space in the arrangement!

"night blue" - programmed & performed by joerxworx :-)
photo: Bruxelles by night, Alexandre Debiève, unsplash

night blue

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Grieving

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Far And Beyond

Tomorrow's Thoughts Of The Past

Autumn Fields

Summer Sky

To Mary Jo
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains my next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s all I remember of them,
And I walk among their stones without a thought,
On my way to my Mary Jo’s plot. 

And I spread a blanket near her stone,
And I lay a red rose down,
Then I sit and talk of our son,
How’s he been doing all year ‘til now. 
And I tell her what’s important,
And what she’d needs to hear
And if I miss something,
Oh well, there’s always next year. 

And the first year I told her he walked,
As one would expect,
But his first words were mama, not dada,
And he did it to show her respect,
And his second year he was trouble,
And I was glad she wasn’t around,
And in the third I disciplined him in anger,
And I wasn’t very proud. 

And his fourth and fifth were happy,
All he did was play
Then he cried going into first grade,
and I really wanted him to stay,
And then on and on through little league,
and up to seventh grade,
and his girlfriends made me sad,
And it made him feel dismayed
But High School I let him go
To choose his path to walk,
But he still asked my advice about life and such
And we had real times of talk. 
Then the dreaded day came,
When he asked if he could drive,
And I made a face, but still paid his course 
And thank God he’s still alive. 

And today I want to tell you,
Our boy graduated this week,
he looked so nice in his cap and gown,
so grown up now,
you'd be so proud,
and he graduated with honors,
He's so smart,
just like you were,
So proud, Mary Jo,
so proud.

Now Mary Jo it’s getting cold up here,
And I need to be heading down,
But I’ll return again next year, my love,
To let you know all our son’s doings above this ground. 

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains our next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s what people remember of them,
But a woman who died before her son
could open his eyes to see her,
Has been kept abreast by the man she loved
Of the things her son’s endured.

To Mary Jo

Laying the rage of the Nations down to the dissolution of political hubris for 'globing warming' of souls to save our planet & preserve each cultural uniqueness./'

Global Soul Warming

STOP WARS

I don't need you. I want you. Making breakfast in the morning time. Buttering our toast. Do the dishes in the evening. You're the one that I think of the most. I don't need you. I want you. Do the laundry in the summertime. Hang the linens on the line. Making love every evening. You've got me feeling alive. I don't need you. I want you. Wipe the dust from the cabinets. I'll clean the floors underfoot. Cook you dinner every goddamn night. I never knew it could be could. I don't need you. I want you.

I Don't Need You

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