Single Use & Recycled: songwriter, guitar joy

https://on.soundcloud.com/ImLMoTPNh6RGf21oED

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Ceiling over my head, only thing I see
Door to open sky is closed tight

In a sad way these four walls come closing in
Nail pops in the drywall pushing out

Anticipate the hour freedom arrives
Anticipate open sky

Pour into ceramic cup
Water over magic bean
Roast by angry fire
Grind up like bone
Sky without limit

Bearing focused toward my destination
Targeting door to open sky

Anticipate the hour freedom arrives
Anticipate open sky

Where imagination is
The only limitation

Reaping the harvest, bringing all of it in
Claim another hard earned milestone

Anticipate the hour freedom arrives
Anticipate open sky

Where imagination is
The only limitation

Coffee Is The Sky

Milky

Sci-fi nerd alert! A song inspired as much by author Liu Cixin as it is by Massive Attack.

Also, h/t to the bass octave pedal. You da best, mate!

The Dark Forest Hypothesis

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

Made in August 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/dxttsP5pm_M

Dark Souls

A new song......
Lyrics:
In a world where wealth touches the sky
Dreams are bought and sold; it's a bittersweet lie
Climbing ladders made of silk, rootless and cold
Each step's paved with gold, but the truths are never told

What is the answer, unknown to us all
In the contour of power, we’re all destined to fall
Money offers sweet nothings, just masks of control
But human stupidity is deep and it’s dark

We chase what glitter shines, blind to the cost
All hearts turned to stone, all is lost
While the strings are pulled, we forget how to feel
Instead of searching for truth, we ignore what is real

And we stand on the edge, with fire in hand
While the wise turn their backs on this greedy land
Power, money and control
Power, money and control

What is the answer 
Unknown
What is the answer
Unknown
What is the answer 
Unknown
What is he answer
Unknown

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image: Megan Krause

What is the Answer

Someone Else's Dream

This is the lullaby I made up for my children when they were little.

Hush Town

Thank God for good analog delays and tube amps.  And to Joe Walsh, Maurice Ravel, and Vince Guiraldi, all creative spirits in their own worlds.  The mixture of them is magic.

Bolero/Cast Your Fate to the Wind

Irish Breakfast ( free download  mp3 )

Once there was a little old man
Who proudly owned a shop in town
For buggy whips were the latest thing
And orders came from all around

Packaged and sent upon their way
In the only way an order ships
And the drivers of those days
Directed course with a buggy whip

But, here Comes a new invention
A carriage with a shiny engine
Machines begin a reformation
A better life for generations

The old man's future coming clear
His way of life will disappear
The orders drop, the profits dip
Gone, the store and the buggy whip

The circle's always spinning
More innovations coming round
Replacing things that were always there
But now are nowhere to be found

Tomorrow comes to claim it's time
The prompt is set to activate
Removing burdens from the mind
The path reveals a hapless fate

Automated, automatic
Everything is systematic
The human touch has lost its grip
And goes the way of the buggy whip

Here Comes a new ascension
With superior comprehension
Overwhelming is the transformation
To the void goes a generation

Ghostly spirits of a lost domain
On an everlasting trip
Through the fog of history hold the reins
Directing course with a buggy whip



Buggy Whip

Dan's Shadowman has left the building ...
Enter Doomjelly, a name I carefully picked out of a hat. 
Thank you very much for listening!