End of the Day.           (c2021)

I've been empty, I've been humble
Been some kind of curiosity
I spent too many years imprisoned in a cell of pure hypocrisy
An eager tutor learned the time
But soon forgot the skills needed to count
I owe you big style oh you treasure
And by god owe you a large amount

CHORUS
I was all charged
I  was incomplete
Scratched up and scarred
But it seems I firmly fell on my feet
Wave the white flag
Ignore what I said
I had love jet lag
But then I kind of met you instead
So many talents
You don't know you have
We're losing our balance
To find it we require a Satnav
There's no hill to climb
There's no more I need
When it comes to my time
Surely you are my missing piece

Hear the cheering, hear the trumpets
Hear the carnival of chaos crash
I think I inadvertently created some kind of a front page splash

CHORUS

You're a jewel a pure treasure
You are everything that I could want
Would you like another cocktail in this Jamaican restaurant?

CHORUS

Missing Piece

Nonsense, just nonsense! Hopefully, the listener will feel like someone kicked down their door, rants for 3 minutes, and then leaves. 

Lyrics:
Riding my bicycle
I was 8 years old
Riding to the Biblioteca
What the heck does that get ya?

Hey! Speak up asher bard
They say your miseries are symphonies
Hey, what are you writing in that notebook?
You know I say: I'm a poet
But, I make my own hours
That's how you know that you really own it
That's how you know that you've really made it
I've been playing a fool for so long
But I will probably do it again
If you insist
Hey, c'mon, everyone
Give it up for the band!
I've been  trespassing on salvation
I've been speaking in binary code
I'm an observer in slo-mo

Let's disseminate the movie of my life
Cue the split screen
It's like some kind of cosmic universe blooper reel
I'm trying to document the way that we feel
It's 3 AM in the rain
And I'm staring at myself
It's 3 AM in the rain
Can you not see yourself?
Oh, let's give it up
Give it up for the band!

Let those good vibes shine!

I've been thinking about the matter
And the anti-matter
I've got some kind of Dostoevsky skin disease (cough)
You know what I mean?
I've got the aftershave and undertones
The poet's got the loneliest nose
For the way things go

The biblioteca, what the heck will that get ya?

Good Vibes

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

In the shallows and the deep 0407 - 4:7:22, 8.09 PM

all this love.mp3

music - guitar, bass, synths and percussion - Petri Tuonenlehto of Lapin ihmeellinen luonto
vocals - soundboard tinkerers
produced by soundboard tinkerers and Petri June/July 2022
lyrics - johns of soundboard tinkerers July 2022

waylaid  

Too many times  we’re all waylaid  and that’s fine 
too many times  it’s all waylaid  and  it goes to pot  
to pot  

Like a wave it comes and sweeps you right up and sees you see it all
But eyes, are a little bit blind and the scene is way too colourfully abstract
Still a bit waylaid, feeling somewhat waylaid,    
Still a bit waylaid, feeling somewhat waylaid,   

Take a little swim to the other other end friend
Any old stroke don’t worry about the form shawn
The wave is talking to us whispering to us all
Like an old friend’s calling for the next big call
we flounder around like elastic plastic fish  
being totally off course way too many times						
There’s gonna be hell to pay when we get loose 
too many strings can’t see the way up   fuck
 
we alight aboard the sinking ship ‘nice n spicy’ 
but it sure rings more like lice, lice and mousy
by all means though  yeah  call it a bleak street
rather that than being an almighty shit-storm 
but really what’s with the so trendy dark-side
when it’s just another tool to set aside inside
another montage in the so-so blackened garage
then the trap door opens with the latest barrage

it’s been a forever long haul to finally get here
through those wayback times of bullet versus spear
sitting so pretty on the board with no cares of war
laying down at night with no cares of what we saw
it doesn’t take long to forget the face of firepower
and wonder how it got here - how did it get here?
the flash of piercing light through our sufferance
the tall billowing dusty plumes of our vengeance

the power of one man can dictate the spin of earth
was here before, been here before, seen this before
man on top, he’s sublime, so so totally fine yeah?
was here before, been here before, seen this before 
the power of one man can dictate the winds of earth
straight ahead not a soul in sight - damn right!
There’s gonna be hell to pay when we get loose 
too many chains don’t know the way up   fuck

Too many times  we’re waylaid
feeling somewhat way way waylaid,    
  
it’s a pity about  the bleak streets
better than a fire storm for for for sure

Too many times  we’re waylaid
feeling somewhat way way waylaid

music - guitar, bass, synths and percussion - Petri Tuonenlehto of Lapin ihmeellinen luonto
vocals - soundboard tinkerers
produced by soundboard tinkerers and Petri June/July 2022
lyrics - johns of soundboard tinkerers July 2022

Waylaid - soundboard tinkerers and Petri

Music, lyrics, vocal & ac guitar : Grave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

Just Like Ron W/ Grave

Out of the Box October 2022
Fruit or vegetable?

Are You A Cake Or Are You A Biscuit?

Deep Sleep Fourteen

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

Listen to the flow of the healing sounds as they surround you and fill you up with joy of wholeness


Healing within

I make music because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.