An instrumental cover of an old favourite. Giving my old EB3 and new Les Paul an outing : )
The little drum roll at the start is a sample of Mr Baker himself, the rest of the drums I programmed.

Strange Brew (Instrumental Cover)

Wonderful music and cover art by BoxTox https://soundcloud.com/user-247600493, story, narration and sound effects by myself.

This is a second instalment in the story of Veronique and Jeremiah from 'Jeremiah and the Moon'. This chapter precedes the last episode.
I intend to work on further episodes in the story, each preceding the last and going backwards in time. BoxTox has very kindly agreed to allow me to tell the story over his beautiful music. 
It may take some months to develop and I will post them here as I produce them. The continuing story https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor/sets/jeremiah-and-the-moon

Silver Lake

The silver lake sent light 
to splash upon their skin
who knows where we end up
when we first begin

Veronique and Dominique held warm hands in the dark
the liquid coolness moved around their bodies 
Two fragile creatures, building their own "ark"
Two creatures blessed by unawareness

The circling arms of lovers, enveloping charms
Draw expanding lines upon the silver
Silence, oh so deep and still with languid lapping sounds
Evanescent ripples in the mirror


Dominique rose up and slipped into the depths
All evidence of movement slowly faded
Veronique swam quietly awaiting her return......

Such simple ways in which our lives are shaded....

Silver Lake (music BoxTox, narrative Garddwr Porffor)

It was Dylan's 80th birthday recently!
I thought that a cover of one of his songs would be a nice tribute. He has brought a great deal of understanding and pleasure into my life and the lives of countless others.
I am delighted to be joined by the wonderful Jonathan Beckenstein, on electric guitar, and the amazing Jamie Rhind on beautiful organ. If you don't already know, they are both brilliant and generous musicians, go and listen to their music : )
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind

Base photo for cover artwork by Jerry Schatzberg back at the time of Highway 61 Revisited with a little digital manipulation

Like A Rolling Stone (Dylan cover with Jonathan Beckenstein and Jamie Rhind)

Speak to me
You are all that I can see
I am one
I am one

Hold my hand 
I have done what I can do
Though I am just a man
Just a man

When the rains fall
They will sweep us all away
when the sky palls 
at the ending of the day
You are my love
and that's all that I can say
We were here
We were here

I must leave
and though parting tears my heart
I had love
I had love
You're with me now
and that's all that I want
We have love
We have love

When the rain falls etc

We Had Love

Based on the lovely poem by Shel Silverstein. base image for cover also by Mr S.

Needles and Pins

Needles and pins,
 Needles and pins,
 Sew me a sail
 To catch me the wind.
 Sew me a sail
 Strong as the gale,
 Carpenter, bring out your
 Hammers and nails.
 Hammer and nails,
 Hammer and nails,
 Build me a boat
 To go chasing the whales.
 Chasing the whales,
 Sailing the blue,
 Find me a captain
 And sign me a crew.
 Captain and crew,
 Captain and crew,
 Take me, oh take me
 To anywhere new.

Needles And Pins

This is the 3rd instalment in the story of Veronique, Dominique and Jeremiah. Again it precedes the last instalment, going backwards in time. The developing playlist is here soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor/sets/jeremiah-and-the-moon
Thanks again to the wonderful BoxTox @user-247600493, for allowing me to add to his beautiful music and for allowing me to use his lovely artwork! This is based upon his 'The One I Love'  https://soundcloud.com/user-247600493/the-one-i-love , please go and listen to it and his other wonderful music : )
The music is all BoxTox, I have added the story, some strings and sound effects.

The Picnic

Three of them, in a row they sat
One large, one small, one large
Close together and looking out
At the blue sky's endless arc

Below the castle walls they were
At the foot of the hill
In summer flowers the three were dressed
For the picnic at the mill

Veronique and Dominique, and little Jeremiah
having fun in the sunlight
Eating sweet treats in the afternoon
and escaping for the night

As the sun went down a band struck up
Inspiring our trio to tango
Gracefully moving to join the dance
With the small one in their arms

Round and round the three pirouette
Dipping and turning and reeling
freedom with the ones you love
Oh, the wonderful feeling....

Time paused it's progress through it's endless span
For the gentle escapees
Two hearts plus one in this sumptuous sum
is so much more than three

We are all just individuals
till love adds us all up
In it's mystical miraculous way
They will always remember that day

The Picnic (Music by BoxTox, story by Garddwr Porffor)

If anyone wants I can make this available without the lead guitar as an open collab : ) Just let me know

Dit Dit (Instrumental)

A song from a couple of years ago, with my old friend Gareth on acoustic guitar.

The Drink Talking

I have said some foolish things
In my life along the way
But I am not a sober man
So pay no heed to what I say
And when I say, I love you
You may never know it’s true
That’s not my heart
It’s just the drink talking

And we won’t think too deeply
About the nature of these things
We were thrown into this sea of life
Without any water wings
And we can sink alone here
Whilst hope eternal springs
But we can’t swim
We’re just treading water

And in this dreamed existence
In our imagined feather bed
Our wishes become fishes
Our dreamcatcher is misled
We dream our future perfectly
In homes of gingerbread
This isn’t life
We’re just sleep walking
       That’s not my heart
        It’s just the drink talking

Cover photo by Jonas Jacobsson on Unsplash

That's The Drink Talking (with Gareth)

Philleann https://soundcloud.com/philleann and Rosin Dust https://soundcloud.com/rosindust produced a beautiful track called Wintertide https://soundcloud.com/philleann/wintertide-with-rosin-dust . 
I asked them if I could tell a story over it, they agreed and this is it! Thanks Phil and Tatiana : )I recommend their pages for lots more lovely music!

Before The Snow 

He was just an old man
from the time before the snow
Before the katabatic winds
drove ice down from the poles

When people numbered billions
across the surface of the Earth
The world was blue and green with life
Around the planets girth

He said the beasts that burrow
The skittering scrabbling things
Had colour, grace and beauty
Elegance and wings

He told tales of beasts much larger
than the stature of a man
with scales and fur and teeth and claws
Before the cold began

He whispers there were things called trees
10 times higher than our huts
with fruit and leaves and monkeys
That men called carpenters would cut

He keeps our people happy
with his tales of long ago
If there is truth within his stories
we will surely never know

And yet we can hear echoes
From the time when things would grow
Though he was just an old man
From the time before the snow

Before The Snow (Music by Philleann and Rosin Dust, story and narration by Garddwr Porffor)

I decided to complete this song after all.
It is for our 21st century schizoid man, Putin.
His name will be forever remembered for the barbarity of his actions.

Never Was – Stop the Invasion

We live in a prison
With bars of our own making
All those things might have been
but never, never was

Right, left
Up, down
Near, far
in, out
suck, blow
walk, run
stay or go

Eat, starve
start, cease
Blue, red
war, peace
Good, bad
fast, slow
Free will police

Vocal sample from '21st Century Schizoid Man'

Cat's foot, iron claw
Neurosurgeons scream for more
Paranoia's poison door
21st century schizoid man
Blood rack, barbed wire
Politicians funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
21st century schizoid man
Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets starving, children bleed
Nothing he's got, he really needs
21st century schizoid man

Never Was - Stop The Invasion

Come my love, don't dwell upon the things that we have lost
Pride and passion, honour, love, sought at such a cost
We never did understand the twisting of the ways
It will serve us best to lift our heads and think of better days

Base Photograph for cover art by Anna Gru on Unsplash

Better Days

Do Clockwork Ducks Fly South? (Instrumental)

Thistledown

Oh it's a rainy day, turning my heart upside down

Raindrops, raindrops, pitter patter all over this town

It's just a day, just a day

But these blues are bringing me down

It's just a day, another day

Blown away like thistledown


And what are we to do, is this deva vu

Cos I think that i've been here before

And it's all the same, with another name

We don't get what we have asked for

It's just a day, another day

These blues are bringing me down

It's just a day, another day

Blown away like thistledown

It's just a day, a rainy day

These blues are bringing me down

It's just a day, another day

Blown away like thistledown

Thistledown

An instrumental based very loosely on the lovely Bill Withers song. I liked the groove and thought it had a summer feel : )
If anyone wants to add anything I have made the high quality file downloadable, if your DAW cannot handle high quality files I can make an MP3 version available if you want : )

Lean On Who? (Instrumental)

I have been amazed of late at the debate around abortion. It is polarised, rancorous, loud and insensitive. Civilised societies should not behave this way.
Every thinking person will acknowledge that there are serious and profound arguments on both sides of the debate. Stuck in the middle are the individual women facing possibly the most personal and distressing situation that they may face in their entire lives. We would do well to focus a little more on them and their wellbeing, rather than our own moral positions.

The Road to Heaven

Are you pro life
Are you pro choice
We're all walking down this road to heaven
You hate each other
Tell me what's the point
We ain't going nowhere

All this is sad
There's no good choice
We all need help, not moral judgement
Nobody wins
this is not a game
We ain't going nowhere

We all need help and understanding
The outcomes are poor, no matter what we do
Why do we focus on rights and wrongs
Put yourself in that persons shoes

Are you a man?
Then shut the fuck up!
No one is telling you what to do!
Give your women respect
and your love and support
Do for them what they would do for you

Are you pro life
Are you pro choice
We're all walking down this road to heaven
You hate each other
Tell me what's the point
We ain't going nowhere

What's the best thing? Well who could know?
Who knows all the circumstances?
Perhaps the people best placed are the ones that do
Should the uninformed make your choice for you?

Are you pro life
Are you pro choice
We're all walking down this road to heaven
You hate each other
Tell me what's the point
We ain't going nowhere

The Road To Heaven

Here is one to annoy S & G fans. I was noodling around and came up with this, I am not sure if it is quirkily interesting or rubbish. You decide : )

BOTW Blues

Cooler (Guitar instrumental)

A new song composed with my old friend Gareth, the first since Covid!
Gareth plays acoustic guitar.

Te Amo

On a lonely road the sun is beating down
A wayward wind lifts the dust to swirl around
Te amo, te amo
That's all I have to say
Te amo, te amo, always

The bone white stones are reminders of our home
Our futures locked within our chromosomes
Te amo, te amo
At the ending of the day
Te amo, te amo, always

And time moves slow 
in the corners of the world
when the leaves of love  
remain forever unfurled
As the circling birds 
pick the carcass of the past
Perhaps we gave our love too fast

Te Amo (with Gareth)

Where Is Peace

Can you remember those stories
That your father used to tell
About those horned devils
Rising up from Hell
In the seven rings of Hades
In the abode of the dead
Can we cross the lake of fire
To where the departed dwell

And we all seek redemption
Though we call it different things
To be borne into our Heaven
Upon an angels wings
Trailing clouds of glory
Are we such foolish things
When the noble savage brings his justice
To the deposed kings

Oh they lie and they lie again
Tell me where is peace
There is no children's lantern left
Shining in the East

and we have no regrets we say
Then how can we atone
For the caravan of sin
And all the evil we have done
We all have gods of some sort
And we pay them in the end
We best pay some attention
To what all these signs portend

Oh they lie etc

Can the wizards spin their spell for you
Bring forth your voodoo doll
Drink your drink and lift your voice
Within Valhalla's halls
We all are hollow humans
Bereft of divine joy
As we drag those empty ideals
Within the gates of Troy








Will there be transubstantiation 
Of nonsense into truth
Can we make up the things we believe in
And not ask for the proof
We all are crazy suckers
When it comes down in the end
We invested our souls in those Ponzi schemes
For some extra dividend

Oh they lie etc

Where Is Peace

Having some fun with synths and my bass! Some musical quotes from Vince Clarke of course : )

A Fresh Start

I was listening to this piece recently and thought that It may translate to electric bass. This is my interpretation played on my Peavey bass.
Another in my 'fools rush in' series : )
EQ adjustment 20/09/22, I will be happy one day
Just discovered that a search on youtube turns up loads of electric bass players performing this piece! There is nothing new in this world. Most are playing it an octave higher though, which seems a cop out : )

JS Bach Cello Suite No1 In G Maj - Prelude(electric bass instrumental)

An edited improv on my Epi. I have just restrung with heavier gauge strings instead of the lighter strings that I have been using. Enjoying the more percussive nature of the guitar with these strings
Recorded with a microphone for a change

Castles In The Air (Acoustic guitar instrumental)

My version of the amazing Bert Jansch tune

Angie (cover acoustic guitar instrumental)

A Little Tune (acoustic guitar instrumental)

About the myth of the self made man.
The cover artwork is a photograph of a sculpture by Bobbie Carlyle I understand

Self Made Man

You did it all alone
you built your own throne
creating employment
in this enterprise zone

always say that you can
You say you're a self made man
You're some know-it-all
But you're just lucky, that's all

You went to the best schools
You're nobody's fool
Your daddies got money
and your prospects are sunny

You can level up little towns
With you're wealth that will trickle down
You say you're a banker
But we think you're a wa........

So you're a self made man
Always say that you can
demonstrate your capability
Relieving God of the responsibility

Self Made Man

Our Story

Oh my love
When I see the stars up in the sky
Or touch the earth
Gravity exists for just you and I
And the world spins 
On it's axis
The seasons change across the sky
And though we are small
Amongst it all
Our love can still signify

And no one but we
Can know what it means
Though small in the universal glory
This is our story

It wasn't made for us
But we are here
To witness this time in passing
You and I can celebrate
This beauty, this beauty surpassing

Our Story

Fripping About (Guitar instrumental)

If Wishes Were Fishes (Guitar Instrumental)

The ghosts of the saints are hanging from the branches of the trees
Whilst lovers walk below in innocence of the things they cannot see
red and gold question marks remind me of a line from Socrates
In matters of the heart we are no wiser as to the root of our disease

As autumn breezes blow our thoughts to settle in the heaps of missing times 
our slowly faded longing in these 
reveries and dreams 

You say that you don't care, but you know you care too much
A hardened shell protects you now, from all of that stuff
But you're not kidding anyone, we can see straight through your bluff
the hardest lessons are served to those who think they're tough

and we are not cold and we are not kind and 
sometimes we care to much for the things we left behind in these
reveries and dreams

Interlude

Pick your path, we make our way with the blind leading the blind
monstrous truths are buried in our deep sub conscious mind in our
reveries and dreams

now the dusk is falling earlier as the air smells sweet and chill
and thoughts turn to the holidays and the season of goodwill
We could have done it differently in this tale from storyville
But it's time to call the waiter over, it's time to get the bill

And the memories like smoke in the wind, becoming thinner by the year
remind you of the things you love and the things that you hold dear in these
reveries and dreams

Reveries And Dreams

Here is another version of my song, with the wonderful Jonathan Beckenstein on ethereal electric guitar. Thanks Jonathan : ) I have also added some bass.
More of Jonathan's beautiful music here https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein

The ghosts of the saints are hanging from the branches of the trees
Whilst lovers walk below in innocence of the things they cannot see
red and gold question marks remind me of a line from Socrates
In matters of the heart we are no wiser as to the root of our disease

As autumn breezes blow our thoughts to settle in the heaps of missing times 
our slowly faded longing in these 
reveries and dreams 

You say that you don't care, but you know you care too much
A hardened shell protects you now, from all of that stuff
But you're not kidding anyone, we can see straight through your bluff
the hardest lessons are served to those who think they're tough

and we are not cold and we are not kind and 
sometimes we care to much for the things we left behind in these
reveries and dreams

Interlude

Pick your path, we make our way with the blind leading the blind
monstrous truths are buried in our deep sub conscious mind in our
reveries and dreams

now the dusk is falling earlier as the air smells sweet and chill
and thoughts turn to the holidays and the season of goodwill
We could have done it differently in this tale from storyville
But it's time to call the waiter over, it's time to get the bill

And the memories like smoke in the wind, becoming thinner by the year
remind you of the things you love and the things that you hold dear in these
reveries and dreams

Reveries And Dreams Take 2 (with Jonathan Beckenstein)

All music, songs and lyrics are original, unless noted.
Collaborations welcome, if you think you can add something to any of my songs, want to sing them, etc, please drop me a note
I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the good stuff going on in the lower frequencies. You don't want to only hear half of the music : )

Garddwr Porffor

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