A Funk piece made with love that ft. Jake Gerba On the bass. 

This instrumental is a resemblance of how one may feel waiting on a moment that may never come.

Anxious One

Life of Mischief

covering the Beatles because I want to. Pffft.

Obladi Oblada

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.
We're gonna get neurological tonight
and sing a desert auld lang syne.

Tomorrow we're movin' on some more,
leavin' these 29 palms behind.
Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.

I see ya found a portal.
Happy trails. Happy travels
I'll see ya again,
unless I already have...

I see ya found a portal.
Happy trails. Happy travels
I'll see ya again,
unless I already have...

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.
Your love makes me dizzy, unless that's the pot.
I'm dizzier still, without even tryin'.

Venus is a little further north each evening,
perhaps it's a sign.
Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a great big glass.
I've got a great big glass.
I've got a great big glass of wine.

(Daddy stopped at) The Marijuana Mart

Things didn't just veer off course,
they left the planet altogether.
Just one more medicinal toke
and I'll be ready for the Great Forever.

Just one more medicinal toke.
Just one more medicinal toke.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal toke.

Dingleberries drive her right under the bed,
and I am magnificently high,
rockin' back and forth, lickin' chocolate from my fingers.
I don't know how this happened, or why.

Just one more medicinal toke.
Just one more medicinal toke.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal toke.

The violets led me to the mushrooms.
It was there I found the newt.
I'm naked from the neck up.
One more medicinal newt.

Just one more medicinal newt.
Just one more medicinal newt.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal newt.

One More Medicinal Toke (a 2nd version)

A fifty-year-old song no one cares about. I am a fossil.

Goin Up The Country

Everybody seems to be dying
and it's killing me too.
What can I do?
Oh, what can I do?

I'm broken-hearted everyday.
For this there is no map.
There is no there and back.
There is no back.

It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction.
It's a long fall, don't ya know?

If I could save time on a bottle
I'd have it all drunk by now,
like milk from a cow.
Almond milk from a cow.

It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction.

Sometimes I'm still that twelve-year-old boy
hunched over his blueberry incense,
waiting for the mysteries to be revealed.

I'm still waiting,

Marlene

Gregg M. Pasterick