Riding The Current

Verse 1
This is the place I learned to stand,
Blood on the street, dirt on my hands.
Not six feet deep, I kept the beat,
Fire in my chest, steel in my feet.

Chorus
Powered by drive, I cut through the storm,
Riding the current, 
raw and reborn.
The river may break, the tide may shake,
But I’ll ride it farther than most can take.

Verse 2
Scars on my skin, truth in the lines,
Pressure and weight made the spine mine.
Knocked down hard, but I won’t stay,
I rise in the dark, I fight in the day.

Chorus
Powered by drive, I cut through the storm,
Riding the current, 
raw and reborn.
The river may break, the tide may shake,
But I’ll ride it farther than most can take.

Verse 3
Dust in my lungs, fire in my veins,
I carry the losses, I carry the gains.
The ground might crack, the sky might fall,
But I’ve stood through worse, I’ve survived it all.

Chorus
Powered by drive, I cut through the storm,
Riding the current, 
raw and reborn.
The river may break, the tide may shake,
But I’ll ride it farther than most can take.


Riding The Current

Alprazolam

Verse 1
On the tip of my tongue
The words, they seem to slip
Just out of grasp
Of the ends of my fingertips

I just want to lie down
I just want to fade
Fade away
Into the gray

Verse 2
In the recesses of my mind
Neurons chasing after sleep
But the constant rumbling
Holds me hostage, I can’t think

I just want to lie down
I just want to fade
Fade away
Into the gray

Chorus
Counting seconds, counting sheep
Nothing ever leads to sleep
I’m cursed, eyes wide awake
Staring at the wall, my soul to take

Poppin’ pills to get a good four
Wake in a haze, can’t find the door
I’m cursed, my eyes are open wide
Wish random thoughts would just subside

Verse 3
When I’m running on an hour
The world’s a haze
The coffee flows
I’m going through life in a daze

I just want to lie down
I just want to fade
Fade away
Into the gray

Chorus
Counting seconds, counting sheep
Nothing ever leads to sleep
I’m cursed, eyes wide awake
Staring at the wall, my soul to take

Poppin’ pills to get a good four
Wake in a haze, can’t find the door
I’m cursed, my eyes are open wide
Wish random thoughts would just subside

Verse 4
Are you talking to me?
I’m sorry, you seem so far away
I feel like we’re in a scene
From a never-ending play

I just want to lie down
I just want to fade
Fade away
Into the gray

Chorus
Counting seconds, counting sheep
Nothing ever leads to sleep
I’m cursed, eyes wide awake
Staring at the wall, my soul to take

Poppin’ pills to get a good four
Wake in a haze, can’t find the door
I’m cursed, my eyes are open wide
Wish random thoughts would just subside

Alprazolam

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made with bass drum, African drum, piano, zoom h1, NCH

when you feel hopelessly behind on home maintenance chores

Carry Me Home

Carry me home,
I’m too tired to walk.

The night is long,
And the road won’t talk.

My feet are sore,
My heart is slow.

Carry me home,
It’s the only place I know.


Carry me home,
The light’s burning low.

I’ve lost my way,
And I don’t wanna go.

The road is cold,
My hands can’t hold.

Carry me home,
Before I grow old.


Carry Me Home

made with field recording of military base, BLASTY the hollow wooden tube, zoom h1, and NCH
The base (JBLM) is humming on and off all morning
all photos stolen except the frog :D

Military base plays a hum, so I answer with BLASTY the hollow wooden tube

The Old Mill

Great wild grains
Human tamed grass
For thousands of years
Ground sustenance passed
We priced this grind in Latin d
To Craanford mills
History we see

Destination for read news
The illiterate learned in kiln room
Tools of health from hard French stone
Great gears of life
Good kids to hone

Great milestones carved
Celtic design
Our base stone still
Upper runner grind
Our mill stone dresser
Life ground by hands
Grooved harps our patterns of furrows and lands

Good lands be dressed
Carve cracks as furrows
Pick wonky tool bran cleaned from kernal
Prove worn stone
Jack stick paints red
Red ochre even our fine stone bed

Wonder wheel of water
Overshot it strikes
Thunderous gravity falls for Mill might
Gargantuous gears turn our great stones
Feed us our years fine sustenance tones


The Old Mill (Poem and Notes)

Dedicated to Brian Reeves and all the wonderful people who miss him especially Gary, Tel & Hans

Today is the 13th anniversary of Brian's passing.

Rest in peace Spaceman 👩🏼‍🚀 🫡🧬🔆

https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs
Spread the Reeves love and genius right there. Cheers


Tuning 432Hz A
Capo 2
Key B minor 



Rocky Mountain

Brotherly love
Brotherly brilliant
Brother above
Good Brian stays with us
Gary and Tel make sure this light lit
Everlasting love
Passion makes sure if it

Today 13 years since that horrible day
Each day never easy when goodbye we say
Beau Brian in heaven
Give us spiritual smile
See's infinite road for his musical guile

To Rocky Mountain
Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brother in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
Friends & family
We can't fix your grief
But heart has some sanity

Your atheist angels
Your DNA 
Your long lost son
Any song he could play
His code fills all hearts that feed ears
His base pairs
Like soothe melody spheres
These songs forever
For us and future
Right wrongs from Bri questions
More find suture

Suture for soul
Evolution like code
Code to a peace
Inner aeroplane mode
His spirit is music
His spirit is us
His spirit really shines his emotional truss

To Rocky Mountain
To Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brothers in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
To family
We can't fix your grief
But Brian got your gravity

Brian got our gravity
Yeah, Brian's our gravity

To Rocky Mountain
To Mountain Songs
Eternal love
Brothers in arms
To Brian
To Tel
To Gary
To family
We can't fix your grief
But heart finds some sanity




Note
Recorded this on my late Uncle Liam's acoustic, a 1983 Ovation Ultra Series which he gave me when I was 18. It has an intonation problem but still felt it was the tool to use. I miss him man. I wouldn't play guitar if it wasn't for Liam's early seeds and inspiration both in performance and theory. I can see him playing Help by The Beatles and Hotel California by The Eagles in my Nana's place like a video in my head. I was in awe. Liam had a stutter earlier on life and got on top of it. Music was maybe a big key for that or at least as I understand even when he had it... It never effected his singing and playing. Let's give our kids proper music please. It's our only proper medicine 🎶

Here's to inspiring eachother like Brian and Liam do for us forever 🎶🧬🫡🔆


This song took less then an hour from pen meeting a page to upload. The best music is made by instinct and I can guarantee you Brian Reeves would say the same thing 🤍

The feather in the pic is one of the Sparrowhawk and in many ancient cultures across the planet the Sparrowhawk is a direct connection to the Spirit world 🪶 Schweeeeet

Rocky Mountain {For Brian Reeves}

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It Comes In Four

photo by me Bresemann Forest Heron Overlook picnic date with Kathryn
made with garageband piano keyboard and metronome
recorded with zoom h1
edited in NCH

peaceful life for now tick tock ⏱ ⏲ ⏰ 🕰

This is now a journey to find Truth, Please join my quest for the Truth, whatever it may be, find it we will...100% Improvisation, no filter...No AI, C*nt can F*ck Off!

It Comes In Four

Brendan Dempsey

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