Who doesn't know "Limelight" by Gina Dee? It inspired me mightily. Long time ago, but was really the best time back then :)

Honey & Pepper

Thanks so much guys that i can jumping in to that great Blues goodness
Big thanks To Midi Punk and Steve Whitfield
soundcloud.com/steve-whitfield-of-austin
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Steve Whitfield Ryhsm Guitar/Vocals
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Hendrik Klein Backing Guitar/Piano

Time to chill///Steve Whitfield// Midi Punk & Ratzzz

Produced By Martin Reed.
One Of my favourite stories Of all Time.

The Count Of Monte Cristo

Happy Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall… it just so happens that it is Spring here. Snow is melting then refreezing at night, forming some nice ice sheets, that I slip on if I am not paying attention. So I was sitting outside, the other day, a couple feet from this rabbit hiding in the rock garden, (social distancing) and both of us were soaking up the warm rays of the sun. That warmth felt good, after a long, dark winter, and it cheered me up for a second or two. Later, I planted a pot with some leek seed inside by the window, and laughed at myself as I was envisioning these beautiful, thick leeks, while dreaming of potato-leek soup. Usually, they don’t grow all that big, after I transplant them out in the garden, and I tend to let them go to seed, so I’ll have more seed to plant. Maybe this year though? Robins are back and staking out their territories in the yard. There are usually 5 or so Robin pairs nesting in the yard at any one time. I wonder if the pair who build a nest on the stop step of my step ladder will return, or the pair that builds a nest on top of a tire, on an old truck in my neighbor’s yard. That pair has nested under the truck for several years now. I am hoping to get outside more this year into the mountains, before I get too old to do so. I make it a habit to talk with as many old people as I can, to ask them about their lives and how aging is going for them. This one wiry old dude mentioned by the time he hit is mid seventies, hiking became a chore. He lives a solitary life like me, so I like talking with him, although he can only tolerate so much conversation at any one time, and heads off somewhere else. I laugh and realize he is more cranky than me. Well this is not really a song… more of a poetic story with some backing guitar. The lyrical phrases didn’t lend themselves to singing it. I created it after I had a powerful dream about my past and it centered on my relationship with a wild woman. This all happened about two and a half decades ago. When the woman, Sarah, (not her real name) and I went on a little journey, we passed by this cottage on a hillside in the country. I was in a dreamy state of mind (hee-hee) and mentioned to her: that looks exactly like the house we will live in one day. Some things are best kept to oneself no matter how one feels about it. She already adored me, and what I said, I meant, but didn’t quite grasp how she would take it. She was skipping along on her tippy toes for the rest of the day, and I felt like I may have overstepped, in stating my affection for her. Obviously, I still care for her, even though I haven’t seen or thought about her in a very long time. I hope she is well, as we both struggled with our own stuff way back when. I dream like an old dog now, mostly about my younger days. And the dreams are vivid in the sense of being enchanted with my experiences and how I felt about them, and they are also tinged with my present perspective. I write them down, whenever they are of significance and have about a hundred pages. If I can muster the time and energy, I will write another novel about all those dreams. But until then, I hope you enjoy this preview, in the form of a short poetic story. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Broken Winged Angels

Back to the over-the-top lead tone on my Duesenberg guitar for this track... well, it works for me!  ; )

Nasty Little Thing (Can You Hear Laughter?)

What Drives You?

Time To...

[intro ]
Verdammt! Kaum fängt der Monat an, schon ist das Konto blank.
Der Staatsparasit hat sich wieder vollgefressen!
Diese Drecksäcke bekommen keinen Cent mehr von mir!

[Strophe 1]
Ich wach morgens auf, das Konto schon leer,
der Staat frisst mein Brot – er will noch mehr!
Sie nennen es Pflicht, doch es ist nur Zwang,
die Diebe im Anzug, der Staat als Bank.

Sie bauen Paläste aus meinem Schweiß,
verkaufen den Raub als „Pflicht“ zum Preis.
Für Panzer, für Kriege, für den Dreck in der Glotze,
ich geb keinen Cent mehr, mir wird übel, ich kotze.

[Refrain]
Ich spiel den Steuerhinterzieher Blues,
die Regierung marschiert barfuß zu Fuß.
Ich zahl nicht für Kriegstreiber, nicht für Räuber im Dienst,
mein Geld ist mein Leben, mein Recht, mein Verdienst.

[Strophe 2]
Wir werden verarscht, und klatschen Applaus,
der Dieb trägt Krawatte, der Richter haut drauf.
Doch wenn keiner mehr füttert den Moloch im Amt,
dann stirbt eure Macht, wie ein Feuer ohne Brand.

Noch könnt ihr uns erpressen, mit Kerker bedrohen,
wir reißen die Mauern nieder, die ihr habt gezogen.
Wenn keiner mehr zahlt und wir selbst wieder lenken,
werden wir in unserem Sinne und der Familie Denken.

[Bridge]
Sie verstreuen unser Geld in der ganzen Welt,
die Familien bluten, die Kinder geprellt.
Verbrannt für den Wahnsinn, gezahlt durch Fleiß,
steht endlich dagegen – und zwar um jeden Preis!

[Strophe 3]
Genug der Raubzüge, ihr habt uns betrogen,
die Zeit eurer Herrschaft ist längst verflogen.
Euer Reich ist verrottet, gebaut auf Betrug,
wir reißen es nieder - wir haben genug.

Genug eurer Lügen, genug eurer Macht,
der Vorhang ist unten, das Stück bald vollbracht.
Das Volk steht zusammen, der Schleier zerfällt,
die Wahrheit erobert die Bühne der Welt.

[Refrain]
Ich spiel den Steuerhinterzieher Blues,
die Regierung marschiert barfuß zu Fuß.
Ich zahl nicht für Kriegstreiber, nicht für Räuber im Dienst,
mein Geld ist mein Leben, mein Recht, mein Verdienst.

Steuerhinterzieher Blues - (Blues Version) - Prod. by Dawid Snowden

This version is track # 7 from the Defenders of Mellow compilation album out of Portland
(or as trump says, The Anarchist District)

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GBEDVU/ref=ox_sc_saved_image_6?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&psc=1

I recommend picking up the album, every song on there is a gem from various artist in the Portland Music Scene.  way better than just being stuck with a disc full of only my music. ✌️😎🦎

Criswell Predicts

An old tune of mine I often come back to. It always comes out a little different each time. Played this time on a Burns SJ12 12 string guitar.

Strathrea (Autumn 2020)

This track is a rearrangement and remix of the original version uploaded to YouTube. It is a lyrical number mainly for the piano. I hope you can relax and listen.


https://youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

砂上の楼閣（remix／rearrange）Building a castle on the sand

I'm just a Ratzzz ... half human being half past five
Key Player and Lover of Elecrtonic Stuff, Jazz & Blues, Funk and Reaggy, Love to collaborate with other People here!!!!!

Time to chill///Steve Whitfield// Midi Punk & Ratzzz

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