This way or no way.  You know I'll be free.  Just like that bluebird.  Now ain't that just like me.

Spilt Milk

Lazarus DBowie Cover

Lazarus DBowie Cover featuring Nikki Yetter

OldSpice LandFill Part 1

I'd sing about missions in warp bubble time

Wesley 1.0

WingTips 349

Bond and Hard Day's Night inspired instrumental letter to my kid

HIG Kiddo o 7?  - Instrumental Demo

We can never show enough solidarity ...

The Tough

Puti jumps on Ukraine
Joey breaks his Bank
Scholtzy lose the oil
Greta calls our Prank

Scholtzy moves to sunshine
Spinning pinwheels too
Xi Da owns da blades & Panes
Oh Bother what to do?

Jia Chong gets Joey’s Moula
Scholtzy’s skies are clear
Puti smashes satellites
And Donny blows hot air

Ohhh bother
What’s a mother to do?

Oh father

So I lay my head on Daddy’s lap
And Mother sings to me:

"Hush a bye don’t u cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you you wake you’ll have cake
And all the pretty little horses"

She sings,
"Oh darlin don’t u know?

When the going gets tough
The tough got to go"

Go to sleep

Go to work

Go to heaven
Go to jail

Go get take-out

Go to hell

Oh Xi Xi, 
Oh Puti, 
Oh Donny & Mitch,

Oh mommy and daddy,

When the going gets tough

The tough got to go

The Tough

GEtting lost in piano and voice slowed WAAAAY down

RunUP (To DIMINiShIng Returns) 0.22

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

A recent event brought me to this song.  1st take, completely stream of conciousness... Hope it doesn't happen to  you too.

DayJob '22

Born in the year of the Monkey
Turning my whole world around

Oh Darlin 
Monkey Love

I sing this song for you
From the dark spaces of mine
You always pull me through

Our Song has no words
It's just too complex
But ohh Monkey Love

I just love you

The curves of your back
The strength of your mind
The smoothness of your skin

The fullness of your lips
Puckering    for a kiss

The Brown of your eyes
The tint and the tone

ahhh

Oh Monkey Love
My Monkey Love 

I just love you
❤

Monkey Love

I bought this children's guitar at GoodWill for less than $15... I put $6 worth of good nylon strings on it.  And then I just played it.  Maybe I'm out of line... especially since I set the levels too high when recording it.  But there's something about this recording: I guess beauty is in the ear of the beholder...

Children's Goodwill Nylon Guitar W Levels Too Hot

Sometimes musical skill constraints impose simplicity.  Not sure about the results, but I did what I could do...

RunUP (To A Love Song) 2

What ever happened to bike messengers and their buzzy cool urban assault?

Back before Mountain Bikes and the Internet              
There were the roadies and the messengers 
And there was tension,                                    
Us coming from different socio economics     
And personal sensibilities                                     
I like to think that there was mutual respect    But maybe    it was only one way ...    

Messenger runnin runnin the road
weaving and dodging
packing the load

your heart is sound
you pump 
the grit 

your soul 
it pounds
it pounds 
Intrepid

when you slither past cars
stalled at the lights

when you burn the reds
buz, speed and fright

and freight 
and weight
walky talky calves

the buzz of the burn
the draft of the haves

the draft of the haves 
carbon mono gray
the draft of the haves 
just a wheel away

From the pack

away away 
away from the pack

just a wheel away
away from the pack

pounding on steel 
chain and grease
just a wheel away from the pack

the shades of the night
bouncing off the road
in the mid noon glare
of a beat car’s hood

you slouch on a wall 
spiked hair and esspresso

I stare out through
windscreens
waiting at still

sitting in plastic 
Grease
and steel

just a wheel away from the pack

just a wheel away from the pack

away  
away from the pack

But are you off the front?
Or are you off the back?

Messenger runnin runnin the road  
wheeling and dodging  
packing the load

Messenger

A caring message from a concerned human

Now that our leaders are working on world war 3
I'd like to share

Something I think I see

This isn't a protest
Or a call to arms

Just some friendly words 
For the righteous
The marginalized
The straight and queer

And I know you're not asking

I see now
The only thing that moves us
People

Is fear
And threat

If a bomb drops in some faraway land
Does it make a sound?

So here we go

When you step out at night
Under the cold starlight

Look out!
Look out!

Achtung!
Fais attention!
Look out! Look out!

You don't know what's gonna fall out of the sky
Might be a satellite 
It might be a nuclear missile
It might be drone fire
It might just be some smog in the air
Or Covid 19
Be careful when you breath!

Xiao Xing!
Xiao
Xing!
Look out! Look out!

(look out)

Your children are sleeping quietly
But you know better
You know what might be coming

(look out) (look out)

The whole world's awake now
Our eyes are open now

(Take care everyone)
(Peace)

Across The World

From time to time I've felt this way... and meaning to write a song about it.  

Hope you don't overly empathize, but if you do, I'm with you in spirit (as are many others I'm sure).  Please take a breath, know you're not alone and remember that it's darkest before the dawn.  Stay well. ☮ .  I'm Done.

Lyrics follow:     Done

I'm tired and I'm dyin

(Nyah Maan Ohoo Ow
Ah Ow)

This life is...
It's pullin on me

It's pullin on me

...

I'm Done!
I'm Done!

(I'm tired and I'm dyin...)

No fuckin way
I'm So STUCK

... 

What ya want me to do?

What ya want me to doo?

W T F !

Oh ... It's reasonable But I'm not doin that

I'm Done

Man.  There's no sense kickin a dead horse
If it's down 
It's down

...

It's down

Done

I Can See Clearly Now -  Sam Cooke Cover

When your ma turns eighty five, it's time to write her a song...

Happy Birthday Mom

Started with a chain
And then a line
Twist and Braid
Soul becomes Twine

One Soul; one awareness
Greater than the keepers
Who nurture & weave it along

Each being unique
Happy Birthday song

Happy Birthday song

Our soul thrives 
From life's first dawn
Your parents 
Their parents passed it along

And now at this still point
Our soul is yours and mine

Happy birthday Mom
Happy birthday to you

(duh duh duh duh duh.  duh duh duh duh dun ... [bad to the bone ringtone])
(Hello?   Hello? ... [that's my mom, just sayin])

Happy mother's day too

And many more

Happy Birthday Mom

I imagine when 50's Patriotic Parents sang reveille... Well kinda:

INVADERS-

CALLING ALL CARS
CALLING ALL CARS
TEND TO THE BEINGS,
INVADERS FROM MARS

THEY COME IN PEACE
WITH OXYGEN BUNS
THEY'RE TWISTING OUR KNOBS
CLOGGING OUR GUNS

CALLING ALL CARS
FALL BACK AND DEPLOY
THIS ISN' T A  DRILL 
NOR CHEAP COMMIE PLOY

THEY'RE RUBBING OUR BACKS
THEY MAKE S00THING SOUND
OUR WORLD'S IN THE BALANCE
THEIR LOVE KNOWS NO BOUND

THEY’RE COMING 
THEY’RE COMING
DAMMIT THEY’RE HERE

THEY’LL KEEP US FROM DRINKING
THEY’LL BUY ALL OUR BEER

THEY’LL FUCK WITH OUR MINDS
THEY’LL KNOCK ON OUR DOOR
THEY’LL STREAMLINE OUR LIVES
PLUG IN OUR FLOOR

WE MUST RESIST THEM 
WITH ALL WE CAN MUSTER
KICK BACK AND BUST’EM
BUST’EM UP BUSTER

CALLING ALL CARS
CALLING ALL CARS
TEND TO THE BEINGS,
INVADERS FROM MARS

CALLING ALL CARS
FALL BACK AND DEPLOY
THIS ISN' T A  DRILL 
NOR CHEAP COMMIE PLOY

INVADERS(;-)! !)

Cover Art is a photo of happy Buddha holding paint splotched glasses taken by me, (brad), in Vince's Cathedral of Junk in Austin, TX .  Thanks Vince! We all should worship at your Cathedral... From time to time... I certainly hope to!

Now as for this song:  If you can tell me what this song means please let me know... (oh and sorry these are the lyrics but they're a bit scrambled....hmmm ...scrambled scrubbing bubbles!)

Scrubbing Bubbles

meme bars 	  cream cream  obscene dopamene         scrubbing bubbles
germ dream 	  come clean 	contraband ampersand 	scrubbing bubbles 
shaving cream scrubbing bubbles 		pipe dream Steam Clean
dopamene 	  scrubbing bubbles 

outerspace hyperspace 	Nebuloid 		I got lost 		Hear me?
spatial myopia 			Planetoid 	        in the stars 	        in the fucking stars
woops in your brain 		desert gray
sweaty sky

I'm a doctor pie in your face
Not a packoid

suck the new low tar
filtered pacifier

in your face  in your place

Scrubbing Bubbles

Always one of my favorites from the Stones.  When I had the chance to "learn" it I jumped at the chance to get my take on it out there.  Peace!

Cover Art is a photo of B. taken by B. in Vince's Cathedral of Junk in Austin .  Thanks Vince! Yours is a masterpiece!

Sympathy For The Devil R.Stones Cover

Night on the Sea 

Breeze at fifteen
The hours before dawn
My clothing is warm
Waves & moon urge us on
		
Open gloved hands 
Grip the leather bound wheel
Helm gentle and firm
The path that we steer
 
Chasing a Star
Red Binnacle Glow
Off watch crew
sleeping below
                    
Chute’s full & curling
3 quarters up the luff 
If there’s more to life… 
Well… this is Enough                                                           

In that moment
Rushing with Gaia
Mammalian breath
whispers in our wake 


But still I’m 
Standing on a Whale
Fishing for minnows
Dining on minnow
I wish for whale

Eyes turn to flashes
Closing from the horizon
20 knot dolphins
arrive alongside

I drive and wonder
About Love and Desire
All of it 
Born on the blue

Of Mind and matter
Of breeze and fire
In constant motion
Sails held on a clew

Dreams are tid bits, 
post cards and mail
Sent by eternity		
From beyond
This sparkling night on the sea

But still I’m
Standing on a whale	
Fishing for minnows	
Dining on minnow
Wishing for whale

Standing on a whale
Fishing for minnows	
Dining on minnow
Wishing for whale...

Night On The Sea

AND (these are the things)

And Gentle Rain,
Morning Dew,
Cardamum, Cloves and Cinnamon too.
Sugar and Spice
Soft Touch skin Soft touch Kiss...

These are things 
We are made of
Yes, these are a few of our favorite things:

Winning epiphany, Orgasmic Rush
Crisp Promising Morning
Empty Highway 
A Good Strong Cup
Steaming and Beaming and Moaning and Groaning
And Kitties 
And Snails 
And Whales
And puppy dog Jails
And Bones 
And Clones
And Clowns in Towns
And Cruising Around
Sails Full And Away with Feet of Clay
And Play And Play 
And Play

Lavendar Lullaby
Goose Down
Fillet Mignon Beefsteak!
Beefsteak!
Banana Slug & lady Bug

And these are the Things Little We are Made of 
Yes, These are a few of our Favorite Things:

And Bridges
Towers, Flower Power, Mod 
Psychedelic
Frog Meat
Woo Hoo Hoo

Tailwind And Power,
The Man of the Hour
Sugar And Flour,
And Justice, 
Revenge
& Getting Even
Even Steven
Steve McQueen And Bullets And Guns
And We're #1... NO!
I'm #1. 
And Shit loads of fun.
And a Bun in the Oven And Cloves in the Stew,
Tornado, Tomato
Lolly Wally
A Seat on the Lu.

Infanticide, Genicide,
Suicide
Fratricide, Dolimide, Dolomites,
Anthracites, Atrocity
Monstrosity, Velocity Outer Space
and Inner Space too
Big Gulp Slurpee
Star Wars
Lavendar Lullaby

And These are the things little we are made of 
Yes, These are a few of our favorite things

Sweet Summer Smell of Fresh Mown Grass
Less than $3 for a gallon of Gas
Oh Young Agile Bonnie Lass
Yearning for Yesterday
And this Crisis to Pass
Pass Pass 
Free Game Pass
Free Range Chicken 
Oh Bonnie Lass

Intransigent Dilligent Artificially Intelligent 
Jacked On In

Recapitulation, Sonic Humiliation
Rejuvenation, Alienation, Indigenous Vegetation

Prostitutes with their daddies a floggin
And Lumber Jack Loggin
And Ohhh the Ice Cream Truck,
The Candy Man, Apple Pie and Uncle Sam,
The M.O.B, The Klan, Alan Greenspan,
Flash In the Pan and You're the Man!

Laser Beams And Jim Beam
And Mount Gay, Everest, K2, B2 Bomber,
Coughing And Laughing
And Flirting and Crashing And Hashing And Smashing
All Records
Obliteration of the Foe And Bambi
And Patronizing The Pacified, Calcified Clueless, Majestic Toothless,
Emissions Control,
Andy Warhol, Frank Lloyd Wright And All the Holy Sites
Of Spiritual Substitutes For Drug Imbued Prostitutes

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made Of
Yes, These Are a Few 
of Our Favorite Things

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made of
Yes
These Are a Few 
Of our Favorite
Things

AND (these are the things)

Just trying to capture the actual intent of whoever wrote the original 
Loch Lomand, the standard...

Loch Lomand

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

Chorus:
O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Chorus

The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.

Chorus

Loch Lomand

Hao Bu Hao? 

[Electric Monster Truck 3‘023 6.1 in Bminor by capo’ing 2]

Yao(4) bu(2) yao(4)
Hao(3) bu(2) hao(3)     

So you got your Audi
But There’s nowhere to drive
Cuz the traffic’s too heavy
Taxes too high
Gas too expensive
And nowhere to park

And your kids got asthma
From the choking-thick sky

So Zhang Zi can’t keep up 
As you crawl through the streets 
In your big-expensive-shiny black-car
                                                 (Tai Gui le!)
(HaAAAOH) 
         Hao Bu Haaaooh?
                       (HaAAAOH)

Yeah
You Got your Audi 
Traffic’s a crawl 
And the power is down
At the factory you run 

But that’s not scheduled for today…

Someone stole your wiiiire…. 
That GETS YOU the powerrr..

And the generator’s broken
And your price is too high…

(HaAAAOH) 
         Hao Bu Haaaooh?            
             (Yaobuyao)

Someone Stole the Powerrr
THEY TOOK YOUR WiiRE!
THEY TOOK, YOUR POWER…

And Does it really matter
Who comes back-from CNY?
         
traffic and work 
you-may-never-get-home

never
see-your-wife

But you’re so rich now
Such-a-fucking-life

(HaAAAOH)
 
         Hao Bu Haaaooh?
         Hao Bu Haaaooh?
              
            Yao bu Yao?
         
        Yao bu Yao?

Hold-up that blank paperrr
Let’em  know how-you-feeeel

Or speak-out in-the U S 
Where-we-fan-fire with lies

Either way 
they'll get your face…

Either way….

        He wo shuo
(HaAAAOH) 
         Hao Bu Haaaooh?
                       
            Yao bu Yao

Either way

Yao bu yao.

THEY TOOK OUR WIRE!
SOMEONE STOLE THE POWER

They took your Power: 

Hao
HAO BU HAO?

(Wǒmen dōu xiàng núlì yīyàng nǔlì gōngzuò)
[ we’re all working so hard; like slaves ]

        Yao 
                bu
                yao?

Hao Bu Hao? (liu ping yi)

Rhino.04

"People keep you company and serve you for a motive;
 
Real friends are hard to find these days.
 
People are insincere, 
clever in pursuing 
their own ends; 
They wander alone like the rhinoceros." 

Like the Rhinoceros.

As translated to English from 2nd century AD birch scrolls on Buddhism

Found this quote years and years ago.  If anyone can further enlighten me or point me to the original (Chinese?)text, I'd appreciate it.   Thank you to S, A, L and J for humoring me - hope you like it!

Rhinoceros o04 (feat. S, Lalita, A and J)

Work Out                       in “6 String Cello Tuning”:  C G D A B E 

It was going to be 
My new dark song
About all the things 
That keep going wrong

This one here’d be the prototype
So Sad and twisted
full of life

And ooh so clever
To move you sooo

But No

It all worked out
It all works out

No matter how I frett 

It all works out.


No way I earned it
And we all... 
we all deserve it

It’s all worked out
For me…

So I’m here today
To say 

I’m happy 
And  I hope it’s working out  
for you

Work Out

A favorite off of the incredible Joshua Tree album.  And so she woke up .  Woke up from where she was.  Lying still.  Said I, got to do something about where we're going...

Running to Stand Still U2 Cover

Roll On Columbia Woody Guthrie Cover take 2

BMoth Original.  Inspired by an Eminor original fameuse (sp? gender?)

Digue Deux Point Zero

Zep inspired climate song.  As tu vu mon visage perdu?  L'as tu Vu?  This version is in English but if you want to hear my original lyrics check out Digues Deux Point Zero.

Levee 2.0

Waking up to Smoky skies day after day.  Please stop idling your car.

Smoke In the Air

~Smoke In The Air~

Emotive musician Wannabe. All feedback (good, meh, don't quit your day job) and collaboration invitations welcome. Thanks for listening!

B.Moth

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