A Doctor Is Not Needed Here

Just in time for Valentine's Day! Dedicated to those who choose healthy, fulfilling love. This is for you.

No Lovers

I Beg to Differ

I Beg To Differ

A caring message from a concerned human

Now that our leaders are working on world war 3
I'd like to share

Something I think I see

This isn't a protest
Or a call to arms

Just some friendly words 
For the righteous
The marginalized
The straight and queer

And I know you're not asking

I see now
The only thing that moves us
People

Is fear
And threat

If a bomb drops in some faraway land
Does it make a sound?

So here we go

When you step out at night
Under the cold starlight

Look out!
Look out!

Achtung!
Fais attention!
Look out! Look out!

You don't know what's gonna fall out of the sky
Might be a satellite 
It might be a nuclear missile
It might be drone fire
It might just be some smog in the air
Or Covid 19
Be careful when you breath!

Xiao Xing!
Xiao
Xing!
Look out! Look out!

(look out)

Your children are sleeping quietly
But you know better
You know what might be coming

(look out) (look out)

The whole world's awake now
Our eyes are open now

(Take care everyone)
(Peace)

Across The World

We are very happy to present song #8 in the prog rock mega collaborative concept album, Land of the ZED!

Check out the whole story (so far) here: soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/sets/land-of-the-zed

Vocals/Lyrics, Guitar, Drums/Bass, and co-Mixed by Uziel @user-455619833

Vocals/Lyrics and Artwork by Stonerjazz @user-911083679

Additional Drums/Percussion and atmospheric background synths by Zed @zed4209819

Synths and Mix by me @tea_are_sea


Lyrics

Pt. 1

Johnny doesn't know what to do
johnny doesn't have a clue
the crows say "left!"
the rats say "right!"
and they began to kung fu fight
Johnny standing in his golden accordion light says:
"stop this now! no need to fight-
half go left and half go right!"
johnny doesn't know
What to do
Johnny doesn't have a clue

Johnny doesn't know
What to do?
He doesn't have a clue what do do

"Half go left and half go right!"

Here comes Roy! The despicable despot!
shaking in his boots...
he still pokes Johnny "play me some blues!"
"oh Johnny! let's end this now! Whatcha' gonna do Johnny?"
"HAHAHA"

"HALF GO LEFT AND HALF GO RIGHT!"
"Hey Johnny can you play me some blues?!"
"Now no, need to fight!"
"Hey Johnny, he he, oh johnny"
Johnny doesn't know, Johnny doesn't know...

Pt. 2

away and down and to the right, one thousand pilgrims Trudge into the massive cavern bright with River deep and cold and wide and FAIRIES everywhere in flight glowing with an amber light.

On the River bank a CRONE she squats and waits to collect the toll to cross the bridge that's built of blood and bones and ropes of soul.

She says "I'll have your finger or your toe or a small percentage of your soul. If you refuse i'll take it all. It's up to you, It's just like life, you can't go back, You MUST go through!!

Johnny Doesn't Know (Land of the ZED #8) - with Uziel, Zed, and Stonerjazz

Martin (@martin-hirsch-656665916) provided this original, inspirational, classic rock ballad instrumental track along with a song title and invited me to craft lyrics, melody and vocals to create a team effort. I was thrilled to do so and, with much appreciated production help from my eternal musical partner Nat Daniels (@natdaniels) this track was the happy outcome. Thanks to Martin and Nat for making this a very fulfilling project! May we all be dreamers....

Dreamer

Dreamer (collaboration w/Martin Hirsch)

My new album  -  Rainbows End    3/6 2022
https://open.spotify.com/album/2MPPjsmufjUbUXOrHeA6Lq

Friday evening 6/5 2021
talking synth :Berhinger ARP 2600 Blue Marvin
the others Moogs and Novation summit
Photo: Håkan Skeneby
Kungälv (Fontin forest)

Dark remains

(Not Quite A) Serenade

Interesting how things evolve sometimes.  This little piece was born a few months ago when Debbie listened to a radio programme about the passing of the Mexican singer Vincente Fernandez and was quite taken by his music.  Later that evening, at her piano, subliminal influence did its thing and the basis of (Not Quite A) Serenade emerged.  But what to do with it, where to take it?  As an aside to a separate discussion recently Debbie kindly shared the piece with me and I asked if I might have a think about some words to accompany it – having no immediate preconception of what they might be, or be about.

I could certainly hear “post war Paris” or so I thought, (wrong cultural influence…!) but more careful listening revealed a composition with many facets; now a wry nostalgic smile, now a sinister twist, its emotional sense I placed as somewhere slightly beyond "melancholy" – nearer "wistful sadness" perhaps, a little hint of unease a little trepidation and a sprinkling of regret. The clown with two faces.  This isn’t misery or depression by a long chalk, but the music seemed to suggest that things are not how they ought to have been, ideally, and in its world we’re not looking forward with much optimism.

My lyrical meanderings led me to “The Hollow Wood”, a short poem by Edward Thomas, an English “war poet” from WW1, but not of the visceral, harrowing nature of Sassoon or Owen.  Edward was a troubled man, a tragic figure, his portfolio of work (all of it written in just two years) is often laced with wistful reflections of the natural world of an England that was, or used to be, and the impending uncertain change brought by a world at war. The Hollow Wood, I think, attracts many of the adjectives that Debbie’s (Not Quite A) Serenade might; the poem is emotionally like-minded, it has sparkly uplifting passages, but then some odd, unearthly ones, contrasting moods, conflicting emotions, rumbling unease, two worlds, two faces, light, bright life meets the dark, dank dead.

The Hollow Wood is is one of Edward Thomas’ earlier poems written as they all were after the start of the war, (he was killed in action shortly after being posted to France a couple of years later) and carries deep within it the foreboding sense of gathering clouds portending the hell of extended war in Europe, and beyond .... a sense, an undercurrent, an atmosphere not unlike the present......

I’m honoured and delighted that Debbie granted me the privilege of trying to develop her wonderful music into another space.  You can find her SC channel here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
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The Hollow Wood by Edward Thomas (1878-1917)

Out in the sun the goldfinch flits
Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits
Above the hollow wood
Where birds swim like fish -
Fish that laugh and shriek -
To and fro, far below
In the pale hollow wood.

Lichen, ivy, and moss
Keep evergreen the trees
That stand half-flayed and dying,
And the dead trees on their knees
In dog's-mercury and moss:
And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops
Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.

(Not Quite A) Serenade by Debra Buesking with a poem by Edward Thomas

Some hot new fusion.  Joining me are the superb Lou Taverna on guitar and Mirko Borach on bass.   We're both reliving and going through some dark days ...

Climbed to number 5 in SoundCloud's Jazz & Blues Hot & New category.

Dark Days - Lou Taverna / Mirko Borach / Jamie Rhind

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

THE ANGLE OF HER EYES - Saturday Session

Singer/Songwriter concentrating on traditional country, folk and pop rock. Working as part of the duo Daniels & Durgy; https://soundcloud.com/danielsdurgy

Dreamer (collaboration w/Martin Hirsch)

Durge