See the music video (made in VR):  https://youtu.be/Nnxe3I16FMM

We Are Not Robots

I don't know what she just did to me
I thought she was above such childish things
She said to me my truth will never change
But please don't expect me to act my age

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

She said people don't know me, they just see
My mistakes and eccentricity
When you get to know me you will see
I'm trying to escape reality

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah
Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

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We Are Not Robots

I'm on Drums🤗 I love this band so much✨
Thank you Uziel,Jeff,Stephen&Terry~~much Respect✨

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith(Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

NIGHT FLOWER

On My Mind

Old Scrotum Jar

Pole Shift

The earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds are broken
Poison all around

Nowhere else to go
Everywhere the same
There’s no time at all
where we find ourselves

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Swallowing the hook
we consume the bait
Can’t agree at all
Save the need for change

Divided in our minds
Can’t tell love from hate
Then before we know
It may be too late

Blind with mental plays
walk into the blaze
Cannot see what’s here
in front of our face

Earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Earth shakes below
lightening flash above
Hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Seeing in real time
Following the way
Having seen what’s real
Only truth will stay

Lightly holding on
As the poles turn round
peaceful through it all
as the world falls down

Pole Shift (2025 Remaster)

The Floating Island is a metaphor for the challenging goal of achieving peace among all humans, and a respectful relationship with nature throughout our world.
Music, Poem, Composition: Andrew Janik https://burythejar.bandcamp.com/
Voice: Oddrun Eikli
Photo: by MAR 
https://www.instagram.com/michaelanthony333/

Thank you Andrew, for your beautiful music, and for this JOY.

Floating Island


Seek. Peace
Water. Sunlight
Sleepless. Night
Waves. Caress


Sand.  Storm
Inner. World
Lost. Found
Radiant   Diamond


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free


Fish. Speak
Stars. Sing
Plants.  Nourish
Angel. Wing


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free

Floating Island . Music: Soundpainter. Voice: Oddrun Eikli

Clown in the $treet

Dear friends, we lived close to the Cherry Valley when we were young - and now we are going back!

Back to the Cherry Valley

We meet in the cherry valley clime where cherries bloom
there is grandfather and our dear grandmother too
the small kids are there , and also dogs who will find
that this place is full of joy
and let the party move on 
and let all kids - run free
this is a morning that is grand

The path to this wonderful place on earth
is so tricky and hard and the old people need
all help they can get, we maybe put them in a wheel-
barrow for the tough transport
and let the party move on 
and let all kids - run free
this is a morning that is grand

We will go there when the cherry trees bloom - - they are so cute
and the morning sun must shine and cast shadows that make
the view magical - - it is a wonderful moment
for the generations to meet 
and let the party move on 
and let all kids - run free
this is a morning that is grand


Lyrics in Swedish:
Tillbaka till Körsbärsdalen

Vi möts i körsbärsdalen där körsbär blommar
där finns farfar och vår kära mormor också
de små barnen är där, och även hundar som kommer att finna
att denna plats är full av glädje
och låt festen gå vidare
och låt alla barn springa fritt
det här är en morgon som är magnifik

Vägen till denna underbara plats på jorden
är så knepig och svår och de gamla behöver
all hjälp de kan få, vi kanske sätter dem i ett skott-
kärra för den tuffa transporten
Och låt festen gå vidare
och låt alla barn springa fritt
det här är en morgon som är magnifik

Vi åker dit när körsbärsträden blommar - - de är så söta
och morgonsolen måste skina och kasta skuggor som gör
utsikten magisk - - det är ett underbart ögonblick
för generationerna att mötas
och låt festen gå vidare
och låt alla barn springa fritt
det här är en morgon som är magnifik

Back to the Cherry Valley - 2025-06-12 17.19

Over the weekend, a tiny creature showed up at our home, in need of a little help.  After a day of some care, it scurried away to continue on with life, no worse for the wear.  The experience brought to mind a hymn I used to sing as a child, “All Things Bright & Beautiful." The refrain is probably the most well-known part of the hymn:

“All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.”

The hymn speaks of the wonder of creation as well as the inherent value of life and served as the inspiration for this piano improvisation. The words (but not the original melody) from the refrain are integrated into the composition beginning at the section from :58 – 1:17 and repeating several times thereafter.

Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head(Improvisation cover)

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