You don`t care

In the spirit of Weather Report and Pat Metheny, I created this unique instrumental fusion tune all based in the odd meter of 15/16 and the Lydian mode.
Jazz singer, CHRISTY BLUHM, joins in on this magical gathering of musical surprises, adding her wonderful voice here and there, finalizing this track in a joyous improvisation.

MAGICAL GATHERINGS (Audric Jankauskas/Christy Bluhm-2025)

Claude Ely wrote "Ain't No Grave" in 1934 while sick...decided to try covering it. 

Ain't No Grave - Cover by Tony Harris

OWEN STAGG HE IS VERY PUNCTUAL
JUST LIKE ME
ALWAYS CARRIES A STONE IN HIS POCKET 
SO DO I

AND WE BOTH AGREE THAT HERB STRIPPER
WOULD BE THE RIGHT NAME FOR A KITCHEN DRAG ACT`
but
I AM NOT OWEN 
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
DODECAPHONIQUE
YES HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

HE HAS A GREAT DISPLAY OF JUMPERS AND CARDIGANS 
ME I DON’T
HE IS GOOD AT CHESS AND SAXOPHONE (IN A CUPBOARD)
MOI NON PLUS

HE KNOWS SO MANY THINGS I DON’T, LIKE THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN FRENCH AND GERMAN BOW STROKES

I AM NOT OWEN
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
EN PATAPHYSIQUE
HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

ME WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT WARM HUGS AND OLIVES
RIEN DU TOUT
BUT OWEN HE FEARS A BAD BBQ PIZZA 
I DO TOO

HELLO HELLO, HELLO OWEN CAN’T HEAR YOU ME
I CAN’T HEAR YOU
OH MAN YOU’RE SO DIFFICULT TO CONVERSE WITH
ON THE PHONE



I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

A chuga- chuga good time blues song (ZZ Top meets Chuck Berry) about not indulging in vices. Also, race car driving.

Lyrics:
Hey friends, you know I need to give up drinking
It's tearing up my guts
But still, I'm over eating
It leaves me so perplexed
I've got to give up that 
Marijuana
It makes me malleable
Lackadaisical
Like a slow-motion hex
I've got to give up this pornography
Because it's fucking up my sex

(chorus) Oh, you've got to give up a little something
To get yourself a little bit more(2X)

Take that race car around the bend
Put the hammer down
This could be the end?
Or maybe it could be good fortune shining on your door!

I've got to stop spending so much time on the internet
It makes my attention small
I never, ever finish what I start
I've got to give up these perfumed flavored vapes
The smell reminds me
Of the woman who were 
'In love' 
With me
But now they are
'In hate'
I've got to give up the women with dark circles under their eyes
The nighttime lies
That I take
And I paint
In my darkest arts

I've got an extremely high tolerance for risk
It's more than I can take
(yeah)
Tell my friends and family
To book me a heavy metal band
For my wake
I'm gonna say to everybody
Hey, do you see that coming?
That's my Mojo rising
On the horizon
Stop criticizing
I'm just waiting for my big break
(chorus)

Take that race car around the bend
Drop the hammer down
It could be the end?
With self control
You could get the win!
You've got to give up a little something
To get yourself a little bit more...

More! (or) How I learned To Get Ahead

The lyrics  and vocals by: J J Samuels
The music and production by: J J Samuel
#Pop #RnB #Soul #Love #True #Romantic 

“5th Of April” is a love ballad which is for my partner with whom I have been with  for 14 years. I Love her as much now as I did when we first met 🥰

5th-Of-April

What're those two up to?...i'll bet they're shoplifting  😄 

Ernie and Eddie Hang Around the Supermarket

Raymond James was his name given at birth, but everybody called him Ray.
He lived nearby to me when I was growing up. Never had a lot to say.
Ray’s old man came home from the war in 45. Met a girl named Gwen, began to date her.
They were married soon & bought a little house.Ray came along just one year later.
All the kids in the neighborhood would meet at Ray’s. There was a vacant lot next door.
We played games until it got too dark to see. The next day we’d come back for more.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

When Ray came home from ‘Nam he settled in to stay. Went on a date with Mona Dunn.
First love is the best, they say, and that was true for Ray. The first, the last, the only one.
Ray and Mona built a house next door to mom & dad. His dad gave him that piece of land.
They worked well together built that house with their own hands, with just a little help from Uncle Sam.
Mona died from cancer, it was nineteen eighty one. Both his parents died in eighty-three
Ray stayed on in that old house, he said, “I’ll never run, this is still my house, makes sense to me.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

Found out yesterday that Ray had passed away last month. We all are struggling with our grief.
There’s been a pall on the whole damned neighborhood. No one knows what to believe.
You know they didn’t even have a service when he died, like they did for his wife, Mona.
None of us could have attended anyway. Thanks, again, Corona.
And so tonight we’re gonna celebrate the way we can. Hide’n Seek in the neighborhood.
The kids will all be playing – even moms and dads. Here’s to you, Ray, you were good.


You Were Good

promise me

грусть.. апатия.. п3чаль(

как ты там (prod. by punkhedd)

2nd quarter of the album and titled for Ellesmere Island (see my map), it describes the hard final stage of the expedition to the 'Arctica Point', and first effects felt when getting closer, for example odd rhythms ;)

Translated lyrics explain it with more detail, again:

ELLESMERE (AVANZANDO EN EL HIELO)  /  ELLESMERE (MOVING FORWARD ON THE POLAR ICE)

Avanzando en el hielo polar,  /  Moving forward on the polar ice,
mi trineo se desliza hacia ese lugar…  /  my sleigh slides towards that place…
… aunque mi brújula loca está  /  … although my compass is crazy
desde más de cien kilómetros atrás.  /  from more than a hundred kilometers behind.

El sol me guiará,  /  The sun will guide me,
mi corazón me guiará.  /  my heart will guide me.
La aurora boreal me guiará.  /  Aurora borealis will guide me.

Los vientos polares me llevarán,  /  The polar winds will carry me,
los terribles vientos polares me empujarán.  /  the terrible polar winds will push me.
No tiene pérdida el lugar  /  There’s no missing to the place
donde se producen todas las singularidades físicas.  /  where all physical singularities happen.

Avanzando en el hielo polar,  /  Moving forward on the polar ice,
mi trineo se guía solo hacia ese lugar  /  my sleigh guides itself towards that place
y aunque mis perros no lo saben,  /  and though my dogs don’t know it,
esta brújula no cesa de girar.  /  this compass doesn’t stop spinning.

Voy cada vez más deprisa  /  I go faster and faster
arrastrado por mis perros,  /  dragged by my dogs,
acelero, voy cayendo…  /  I accelerate, I’m falling…

Cerca del Punto Ártica  /  Close to the Arctica Point
el tiempo empieza a correr.  /  time starts to run.
Cerca del Punto Ártica  /  Close to the Arctica Point
dejo de envejecer, ¡dejo de envejecer!  /  I stop getting old, I stop getting old!

ER34 PA02 RUIZZO ©1996 ®2019

I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

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