Recorded in 2023
Released on 31 March 2023

Pump Up My IV

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

cheers for having a listen


i think it's time you have to go
but i think you knew this long ago
it happens to the best of us, cast aside and left to rust
you know thats just the way

then the realisation's taken hold 
you been left out in the cold
frozen out the welcome mat, took away and not put back
you know thats just the way

you made your peace now with your past
except some things aren't meant to last
everyone will tell you you'll get through
keep keeping on thats all you do
cos it's the only way

where would you go what would you do
there's a big old world in front of you
and it's hurtin now more than before, through heavens gate to the devils door
you know we lost our way

take a seat it won't be long, all the pain will soon be gone
you know thats just the way
make your mind up right or wrong, the way we're going it won't be long
thats the way

Thats The Way

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Threw the keys in the sink disposal
Found 2 bodies in the bathroom stall
I just don't seem to care
Never really cared at all

They ask, How could I not have noticed?
How could I have lived with you there
I just didn't seem to notice
I just didn't seem to care

That time was only metal for you
That time was always dirge
I didn't seem to want to know
I didn't have the urge

Kept clean and did the dishes
Fed the dog and the fishes
The cat could never be found
I never bothered to look around

Staying awake seemed a chore
Yet I smiled as I swept the floor
I don't remember having this many walls
I guess I never really noticed
Never really noticed, that's all

February 28 and March 3, 2025

Untitled Song 1

I must admit of late I haven’t been very productive and not so active on SC so I apologise if i have been vacant in listening to your new tunes.
I needed a hiatus for a while to clear the head get some renovations done around the house without having music to think about and distract me.
This tune was bubbling away a while ago and almost used  the lyrics for a Conscience Of Kings track but it didn’t work. I decided to persevere, wrote some cords and evolved it by just doing a little bit now and then.
Eventually I finished it and this is the final result. 
I’ve kept the original live vocal and acoustic guitar that was the guide because it catches the moment. Decided on no backing vocals and just to keep it solo and I don’t use auto tune either.
And added on top with electric and keys in the chorus. Put a house drum mix sound and I think it’s cool for a mini boss recording.
The songs about capturing that first moment of saying how you both feel about each other. I hope you like it comment & repost it .
Gaz Brownie gives you Consequences…

V1
You harvest the light so beautiful
With olive tones are Indisputable
Im totally wrapped and falling under
Is that the sound of you stealing my 
thunder 

Chorus
I like the   Consequences of my good intentions 
I like the consequences of the things I just mentioned 

V2 
There a choir of angels on your shoulder 
Harmonising to the things  I just told you.
Take a breath in the lungs of this City 
As night falls you’ve never looked so pretty 

Ch 
I like the  Consequences of my good intentions 
I like the the consequences of the things I just mentioned 

Middle 8/outro
You have the flare for the dramatic 
You make me feel fantastic 
It’s starts with us 
and it ends with us 
There nothing in between 
Only us x4

Consequences -Gaz Brownie

Cast of characters:

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, Gibson Earl Scruggs banjo, Eastwood MandoCaster, mix, mastering, production, and composition

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass, played with a plectrum 

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – harmonica, jaw harp, timpani, hambone percussion, and production editing  
   
This song began with Stephen, who recorded it on his acoustic guitar and bass to a programmed drum track a few months ago. We were all thrilled to work on it, even though it sat in BandLab as a project for almost a month before Stephen separated the tracks, thus allowing us to trickle in our parts. JJ was first to jump on it, because he could before the tracks were separated, as his part is completely his idea. He added the organ that really set up the entire sound of both dominant sections of the song. 

  Ken was first up to the project once the tracks were replaceable, making the wild, driving beat his own. Inspired by both JPJ and Michael Ivins, Josh laid down his bass line, trying to match Ken's energy. Last, but not least, Mark jumped in with the rumbling timpani. He also added the flavorful harmonica, and unique jaw harp you hear throughout, as well. Finally, Mark added the hambone percussion at the end of the song, too, which we all consider a treat.

Stephen wasn't done with it, though, and still had some magic to sprinkle. He went in and added the howling electric guitar you hear prominently in the second main section. Also, he added the tempting intro with his acoustic guitar and electric mandolin that looks like a Telecaster guitar. 

  Once it was in the bag, we thought it appropriate for our master mixer Stephen to put it to bed, which he did in his always expert manner. Mark did help with the production, though, as he's very good with editing and spotting mistakes that need to be corrected.

  This is a gift from Stephen to all of us, and you, too. It to
ok a lot of teamwork to make the dream work, as always for Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Country Ham - (Eclectic Collective)

Ok So I fell Asleep During Your Meltdown

Year of Music: June 6, 2015

Vanishing Dreams is a quiet act of emotional rescue. A musical diary where it’s okay to cry.
Delicate piano and cello trace the fading outlines of memories, of a girl once loved, of dreams now dissolving.
Each piece holds a breath, a pause, a fragment... Something almost lost, still aching to be heard.

12. Don't Wake Me

Interstellar Main Theme

"Eye of Thought"

Dropping from the eye of thought,
a conciouss reality that was never born,
holding all this life in my hands,
i thought it was better to show them to dance,

Taking down this trip in the slope,
what you had known was always been told,
looking for someone to rest,
the thoughts in your head that were never blessed,

dropping from the eye of thought.....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YALXi2ZO8YA

Eye of Thought (Lyrics on Description)

I didn't choose this obsession it was chosen for me unknowingly.
Lucky me no regrets.

Ok So I fell Asleep During Your Meltdown

J.Rivas