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Wise Blood

I want some wise blood   
 I want to choose not to choose  
The world above us  
No excuse for what we lose 

Gotta make a decision   
For that I don't need this PhD  
Won't be an act of precision
For this freedom I fight then flee  

The walls of the Church                 
They're building them higher   
Into the clouds in search of God  
The walls of this church               
The great multiplier             
Run through the city, claim the streets and yards 

Chorus

I need to make a decision 
Reject the promise of sanctity
Forget that sin abolition
All those around here, they've taken the knee

The fog of the future                                 
The mist of the past                                  
Borders are bleeding in search of  God   
Ancients to slaughter                               
The chain and the lash                            
Tryouts tomorrow for the Junior Death Squad          





Wise Blood

based on the short story Sredni Vashtar by Saki

Do One Thing For Me

Do one thing for me                
I kneel at your shrine              
Red thoughts, white teeth       
They call for peace                  
As the planets align                 
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
Blame the ferret and the hen    

Do one thing for me                            
A singular sacrifice                              
Do one thing on this witchy day          
One small sin for my paradise             
Do one thing, one precious thing         
The brown beast turns and roars         
The darkness takes what duty brought 
Like a writer lost in war                          

Sit down have a celebration              
Tea with buttered toast I'm making       
All the little children hiding in the forest  
The animals are running free                  

Sit down, then stand up at attention          
Salute the General, time too short to mention  
All the little children fighting in the forest    
The animals are running free                      

Do one thing for me         
This vicious moment in time  
Short story the rage               
Canvas the page                   
Make the madness divine     
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
All hail the ferret and the hen    













Do One Thing For Me

idea from the book El Sicario...por favor excuse some of  my beginner Spanish mispronunciations and I am sure grammatical errors....unpolished it is , lo siento

Sicario Blues (La Plata o Plomo)

La plata o plomo                                       
The silver or lead                                       
He's talking in Spanish                              
Got a gun at your head                              
Mas o menos, Señor                               
It's the Sicario blues                                   

He loves his mama
El ama a su madre
Got to bury your body first
Before he takes her to church on Sunday
Mas o menos, can't you see it
His Sicario blues

Lately, he's been wondering                       
Just whose side he's on                             
No quiere una guerra                                 
All these loaded guns                                
Sure, he's got some money                        
El dinero es grosso                                   
pero las manos, sus manos                             
Se han ensuciado                                     

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
He'd rather be in Iceland
In a nice warm feather bed 
Mas o menos por favor
Those Sicario blues

Sooner or later, he'll be coming around 
Juarez, Tijuana, he'll be hunting you down
Su corazón es duro 
And your alibi is soft 
You're the last one on his list of names
Before he's running off

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
El hijo de Dios 
Gonna put you straight to bed 
Si claro, mi amigo 
Tiene el Sicario blues
Es verdad amigos 
No escaping those Sicario blues







Plata o Plomo (Sicario Blues)


intro is a quote from the novel Cat's Cradle(1963) by Kurt Vonnegut Jr

My Compass is Broken

Plans are vague                                                             
Imprecise                                                                         
Indistinct                                                                          
Like men and mice                                                        
But it's better than having a stone cold point of  view   
Feeling lost 
Cast adrift
Gone off course 
Missing ship
No need to understand where I'm heading to

My compass is broken                                                  
The arrow is starting to spin                                         
This path unspoken                                                       
Not sure of the place I'm in                                           
Do I turn East?                                                                
West?                                                                               
Father does not know best                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I don't know what to do       

                                           
Empty maps
Beckon me
Find the lost
City of Z
Take a long, strange trip inside my little head
Foreign fields
Hallowed ground
Misunderstood
Tightly wound
Instead of finding the treasure, I find myself instead

Oh, my compass is broken 
A newfound split past everyone 
From one pole to the other 
Like Peary, Scott and Amundsen 
Do I turn North?
South?
Living foot in mouth
My compass is broken 
What do I have to do?

Peculiar travel suggestions                                           
Are dancing lessons from God                                    
So move your feet to this rhythm                                 
And do the Mashed Potato                                          
Or the Kurt Vonnegut                                                          

Grow a pair
Get a grip
Find a job
F#$* that shit
Destination unknown
Take a chance, enjoy the view

My compass is broken
It's a world of bobble and spin
I'm awake but unwoken 
It's the best place I've ever been
Switching it on....off....
From the equator to the permafrost
My compass is broken
Don't call the rescue crew                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I'm far away from you                                         
My compass is broken
Do what I have to do


Lyrics Hand on the Rock/ K Vonnegut Jr
Music Hand on the Rock

My Compass Is Broken



Feb 11 1963....Death of Sylvia Plath... 62 years ago... 
Florida Dawn reference found within the pages of  the Bell Jar her only novel
Sylvia Plath reading a portion of Lady Lazarus opens tune...

Florida Dawn

All that we touch                                       
Turns to dust                                            
The flesh gone frantic                              
The ink upon the page                         
The idea stays                                         
Reading pages of Plath                            
Such a sad aftermath                               
I picked up those letters                             
And sprinkled some bits on your grave       
See love where it lays                                 

That February spinning round                       
Breath is getting thin                                     
Sit and watch the ocean tide                         
Centuries crashing in                                     
In the Florida Dawn                                        
Another episode of cruel                                
The leader and the ones lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

Rain begets rust                                           
Turns steel into dust                                     
The flesh gone static                                    
A chemical tease for the brain                    
Why did you read her again?                          
She did a Sylvia Plath                                 
Climbing into the bath                                    
I'll spare you the details,                               
the end result was the same                       
Minus the fame                                            

Now everything is spinning round                 
In this space I'm in                                       
I sit and watch the ocean tide                        
All those centuries crashing in                       
In the Florida Dawn                                       
Replay your episode of cruel                            
The leader and the one lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

I walk these words and find myself              
Where you said you'd be 
I walk these words to where you ought to be                            
But there's only me                                       







Florida Dawn

BiG FUNK

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

ghetto falsetto (with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac)

Another try at a more electronic vibe for this month’s song. I’ve actually mixed this one with headphones in mind. If you get a chance to listen in this way you might hear more of the more subtle effects I’ve worked into the song. I’m trying something different here from the last few songs so I always welcome  your feedback on how successful I’ve been. 

Hooked

This is from my EP SUPERNOVA. 123 BPM. 3m59s. The main genres are Alternative rock / Indie rock / J-ROCK. The moods are Energetic / Catchy / Groovy. I wrote this rock 'n' roll song alone when I was 18 and recorded it now alone in my room with a guitar, bass, mic and PC. With Oasis reunion, I decided to record this song. This is a congratulations to Oasis and their fans on the reunion. Everything (including cover art and MV) by myself. Loud guitar, beautiful melody and captivating vocals are the selling points. Link to major platforms : https://linkco.re/E2aRhZS6

Lyrics : (Ha)

You walk in pain
I can't see you
You walk in pain
I can't see you

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

You walk in rain
I can't see you
You walk in rain
I can't see you

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

Wooo Wooo
La La La La La La La
Wooo Wooo
La La La La La La La
Huuu Wooo Wooo
Huuu Wooo Wooo

You walk in vain
I want to see you
You walk in vain
I want to see you

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
You are the supernova
Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

Just find the feeling
And tell me truth

SUPERSUPERNOVA

Touch Wood (Remix)

Another song of mine, basically pop, arrived out of nowhere, just two chords that take on a life of their own and end up becoming a pretty catchy song. I explore the possibilities of my small keyboard, considering I don't know how to play it. The lyrics talk about a very recurrent and seemingly complex theme, but in practice very simple to deal with: Life, that thing about which you can say anything.

Life is just a memory

Black Sun

Moonrise (Inst.)

Stephen ( Tex Mex Shaman) wrote and recorded this amazing song , with REKHA and Jeff Roberts.. several years ago.. he asked me to replace the drums… I couldn’t wait to, yes!! The credits are up on Tex Mex Shaman’s page! Will addend in a day or two.   Do yourself a favor and check it out on his page.. Thanks to Stephen, Rekha and Jeff..for all their amazing creativity, dedication and insight and talents and love!!  I’ve been on three vacations since the drums were completed.. played advanced mixes at vacation pools, each time… I associate this blues/ Stevie Nicks cool song with being footloose and fancy free, yeah! Thanks to everyone for letting me groove on this tremendous song!! Hope you all dig the new version! I swear I will respond to comments.. been busy in some good and bad family affairs.. sandwiched between aging parents and college and high school bound kiddos 😇😎🤩

Give It Up ‘25-Tex Mex Shaman/REKHA-IFERN[FE] w/ Jeff Roberts/ K2 and the Three

Highland Dawn ( free download  mp3 )

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



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