She sought love from the same woman over and over again and was rejected each time. Her answer is always the same whether she proposes the first time, the second time, or the third time. No!
"Then why did we always enjoy chatting so well?" And why does the feeling of my long-gone love never fade away?

No matter how many times I propose, her answer is no! (263)

Sort of an undemocratic approach to saving democracy, don't you think?
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

The Blukac Endless Processor was a main module needed  to create the track.  The sampler was shipped last year by a boutique modular manufacturer in Ukraine.  It is Sampler/Looper Stereo Panner which allow us to create these utmost beautiful endless sounds. The design may seem simple but it is actually an ingenious module.  You can imagine the difficulties the manufacturer had at the time.

Meditation with Motion - Hands for  Fair Maiden

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved." - George Sand 💓🎶

Your Love

Your Love!!

Field recordings taken from:
“Sounds of North American Frogs
The Biological Significance of Voice in Frogs”

Charles M. Bogert
The American Museum of Natural History

“It is probable that the first voice in existence was that of a frog.” - Charles M. Bogert

Processing and mix by Mesmo

Frog Ensemble

4-2-25

Coldheart: rhythm guitar and vocals 
Casio: percussion and bass line
120 bpm  soft rock beat
Key of F#

Mistress

I’ve just found that I’ve a mistress
And music is her name
Though she boards between the chords
She’s with me every day 

And she dances through my hands
Dreams with me in bed
She sings to me
Incessantly 
This mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me
That only I can hear
Fragments echo furiously 
As they vanish in thin air
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

So when the coast is clear
And my wife still sleeps in bed
You know I think she’s known about us
Quite a while
Sweet mistress in my head

Then she laughs just like an orchestra 
But still let’s be discreet 
Is that a sitar that calls afar
Sweet mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me 
That only I can hear 
Fragments echo defiantly 
As  they vanish in thin air 
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall
Effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

mistress

The Sun Comes Shining Through

all instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner 
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said


you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

scalar fields pt 1

scalar fields pt 1: scalar fields - with stonerjazz

Ok... Look likes I haven't offended the people that matter yet with this... The deep Reggae fans... Nice!

Just thought of something interesting I've never shared here. When doing my leaving cert/final high school year two months before the exam I said Hmmm... what about music... so I decided to add it as a subject. given I hadn't taken classes that made the theory quite challenging. I got close to full marks in the practical but the written test I had to answer in an unusual way. I didn't know the terms at the time so I just described it instead. It's interesting to think about it now the idea of imagining your own answer for something and then having that confirmed or denied. I would have still been marked down heavily for not knowing the terms but I arguably got it more then most. There's definitely something to be said for trying to teach yourself something first maybe and then merging your imagination with what's actually been discovered...

I'm wondering does it drill it in better that way having your own reference first and then the realm knowledge... Maybe we are more likely to find new ways that way too playing into the individuals imagination before they discover other ways it's understood up to that point.

Maybe that order of learning something plays into the fruits of association memory better and is maybe like how some mentalists and illusionists use it. I would imagine your imagined answer and the storing of the actual answer when you find that out are stored in different parts of the brain maybe giving better reference for the brain and improved neuroplasticity on the matter.

Check this list out .. For the practical test... I played these 6 songs on acoustic guitar. I had them well tight then

1) Stairway to Heaven - Led Zep
2) Radiohead - Street Spirit
3) Out on a Western Plain - Rory Gallagher
4) Stumbleen - Smashing Pumkins
5) Radiohead - High and Dry
6) Babe I'm gonna Leave you - Led Zep

Lyrics

Coming straight from Ireland man
Rasta power with some fuck them plan
For human art
For human made
Give me rasta power to mute the pro prompts paid
Ahhhhh
Straight from Ireland man
Rasta power with some fuck them plan
It's human art
It's human made
Feel it now and we'll reflect that great

Sounds vain,
Bigging up my own brain.
Blame the world,
This status quo
The fake and fucked up reality show
I can't watch artificial grow
Without musical smells to make it go
Life is art and art is life
Fake the steak for a weak minded right
Go live your FUD
Go live in pain
I'll sing real truth!
Soul gain!
From indie to metal to rock to rhythm and blues and reggae and jazz...
Human algorithm

Make a style
Be a new way
Create a world that says new day
Create a world that honours history
Where artists spirits expand our mystery
These spirits are sad with your fovia fake
Art 'aint random when a human make!
So regurgitate your souless take
It all sounds the same this AI bake
So grab an instrument and express real heart beat
(Guitars / Samplers / Keyboards / Saxophones... all music that is expressed whether that's banging rocks or playing a harp)

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...


It's actual Intelligence
Not vomited irrelevance



Thanks Bob...🫡 My guess is some other SC'ers gonna help make this EPIC... and we will dedicate it to your amazing Soul Mr Marley. Thanks for your music man

V8. Actual Intelligence (Reggae Version)

Go To The Park

Reprise

If there was only two traits that came through in my music, I would hope that it would seem to be effortless and inevitable.
The Kind Place Studio

Go To The Park

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