A Walk Through Eastern Europe

Hey…. I missed you guys, your music, art, and conversations! Thanks to those who left me messages (Truly appreciated.) I took a long summer break that spilt into Autumn. It was great. Rode my old bicycle down along the river a couple times, and had to keep pedaling faster than the mosquitoes. I did some hiking in the mountains, old man style, carefully watching where I was going. I had fallen several times on previous outings, on slippery river rocks these past few years. So now I stick mostly to the trails, which I don’t really like to do, but realize that is where my age has put me. Most days I could be found piddling around the yard like a old monk, gardening and keeping the bird water clean, while laughing at and talking to the animals. After a while they get used to my eccentricities. Chickadees and Kinglets follow me around when I am watering. I think the watering stirs up insects that they feed on. Did some needed house painting. A couple decades ago, I had a second job painting apartments. I would leave my job at the high school, in proper dress attire and paint in those same clothes and never get a drop of paint on them. My wife at the time thought I was having an affair. Haha. She told friends… He says he’s painting but he never has any paint on his clothes. I tried to reassure her and even told her that was silly. Apparently she didn’t think so, so now I am alone. Ha. I also patched the roof and got a leak at the house seam that I had been trying to patch for years. I had a good visit with an old high school friend who I hadn’t seen in 50 years. Back when we were teenagers, he was taller than me. Now, when I first saw him, I saw I am at least a foot taller than him now. He was and is always an inspiration for me in life. After much grumbling about getting older, I am finally OK with being 67 years old. Sadly, I grieved for several people in my life who died. Tended the vegetable garden, harvesting all sorts of veggies, and stored some for the long winter. Collected all sorts of seeds. I even created some wild garden recipes, spending some well needed time in the kitchen. Later in the summer, I picked vine-ripened tomatoes for lunch, and grazed on apples and plums from the trees while working outside. I always leave plenty for the animals. After procrastinating, I repotted a bunch of large, root bound house plants. And I slept late while wildly dreaming… as some of you know, I appreciate dreams for their surreal content that often finds its way into my song lyrics. I also took some time to play electric slide guitar and sing outside on the porch, while working the kinks out of the slide sound and howling like an old hound dog. A neighbor asked: Was that you? (In a good way.) Some other neighbors were not so pleased. (Haha.) Anyway, this new home recording is a song I worked on recently. I have been working with my vocals to render out the course gravel tone and just sing. Gravel makes for great sounding Blues, but it really isn’t me. I have also been working on my rhythm guitar. (It needs it… haha) I am still learning so much about the music process. Thanks for bearing with me as I explore and test out these new ideas. Other than that, thanks for dropping by for a visit/listen… Mark

Lammbone's Album

Drifters

Dub Reggae version of Walk on By by Burt Bacharach

Walk on By - Pedestrian Dub Mix

Walk On By - Pedestrian Dub Mix

A song for the person who never left your side

Unresisted

I took a phony call, another bill to pay
Will these chronic vultures ever fly away?
I laid there for hours, trying to be ok
To tell you that I’m living today

Your type always suffers everyone’s mistakes
I’m the jaded kind that loses every game
Last time’s biggest loss was never gonna gain
It broke me to pieces the same 

You fought to persuade me when I couldn't
You said I would make it when I didn’t 
Believe in myself
But now it’s written
I love how you make me a better person
You’d always accept me, when I wouldn’t release myself
From this prison

You said “no more dogs!” when you cried that day
I felt so confused but it went away
Then you had a dream about a dog you named
That’s how we adopted a stray

You fought to persuade me when I couldn't
You said I would make it when I didn’t 
Believe in myself
But now it’s written
I love how you make me a better person
You’d always accept me, when I wouldn’t release myself
From this prison

Interlude

I wanted to make this so you’d have it
You’d never demand me, but I’m committed
To keeping your heart unresisted


Unresisted (Acoustic)

Provisional Farewell

Mesmo “Absence and Presence”
Text: James Joyce

Voices:
Leopold Bloom – Ronnie Walsh
Stephen Dedalus – Patrick Dawson

The works Inflowoc, Accraol, Janesem, Rivlinone, Mergerime and Pippinur employ samples from the James Joyce “Ulysses” broadcast which occurred on Bloomsday 1982 when the Irish state broadcaster, RTÉ Radio, transmitted an uninterrupted 30-hour dramatized radio performance, by 33 actors of the RTÉ Players, of the entire text of James Joyce's epic 1922 novel, “Ulysses”, to commemorate the centenary of the author's birth (born 2 February 1882).

See: https://archive.org/details/Ulysses-Audiobook-Merged/

01 Inflowoc Bochesef

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music by TEMPOTUNES - https://youtu.be/4TTEWBv3AKc?si=dw8E4IdKbJDp2Xsl


i need a new intro
to drum up the interest
something for the ears
it's ok if it's the simplest
get on the left side
let on so let's ride
adventures in a bus
discuss much stuff 


 
why does some rhymes get
likes and others doesn't?
don't make no difference
i still bake them by the dozen
a ham and cheese croissant
might be just what you're looking for
but the ham
could be the best friend of a man
don't know what you cook it for
if they say it's on at 5, 
that means it's on at 4
if the say 6.22, quack quack
look out, fore
2 new crew debut
a 10 minute draw
crowd popped coco pops
shut your mouth, don't guffaw
they said we should be collab
got tricks of trade in the bag
but it's all just blab blab blab blab
i'm bout as catch as catch can
better not beat prince of pace
i'll go off my interface
better not beat boltin too
who you be? new taboo?



too real, too real
to ever wrestle a match
fake made up
grewed up on facts

too real
but can they catch as can catch
slapped ham
they a cam on my dash


don't really make no diff to me
don't really mean jack shit to me
one button clear you, like my history
(too real, too real)

don't really make no diff to me
don't really mean jack shit to me
don't touch me i'm electricity
(too real)

put kaspersky on your ass
quarantine you into stats
dainty aint he? dare to dance?
(too real, too real)

come at me better come correct
try to say my rhymes gonna break your neck
t'might not end as you e'spect
t'might begin before the bell ring
two new crew debut
a 10 minute draw
crowd popped coco pops
shut your mouth
don't guffaw

do they play when they suplex?
hell nah, they top rope, cray cray
slam three deep, crowd say, yay yay yay

too real, too real
and so on

two new crew debut (music. TEMPOTUNES)

Dreaming [Beautiful Things Still Happen]

JAMES JOINT

can we skip september (feat. casper's pishogue)

Recliner Pilot, Agent Provocateur, Songweaver. Psychedelic Burt Bacharach Island style.

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