Ain't That Like My Masterpiece

Lyrics by Teng...music JOrdon..

Soul of Monkey

#Verse

They do not see my strain
They want to eat
The inner side of hope 
The brain of my life

Now they enjoy my brain
Chew cheerfully
They stultify my hope
My body will die

#Chorus

I live as soul of monkey
Loving the fragrant trees
I want to be free
I fear my grief

I will not hate bad folly
They make me so weak 
I need a safety
I have to leave

Soul of Monkey

Cameras And Dreams

Life Whispers On

You Are The Light- Dance

More Than Enough Is Much Less

H's Broadway Rehearsal On The Upside Of No Tomorrow

Featuring Keith Carlock, Brian Allen, Pat Coil, Laurent Medelgi, Barry Green, Mark Douthit and Steve Patrick.

From the 2023 album Coffee Stained Attendance Sheet Scotch Taped To A Glass Door

Artificially Natural Intelligence

From the 2023 album Coffee Stained Attendance Sheet Scotch Taped To A Glass Door


I’m a discipline man, not a medicine man, and I don’t even care, someone warn her

‘Cause she’s a typical man, only lives off the land 

‘Cause she’s reason to think war’s beneath her


Samadhi Samadhi

Samadhi Samadhi

Seven 

Mitakuye Oyas’in

Mitakuye Oyas’in

Heaven


It’s a sensible plan, not some sugary jam

Philosophically speaking it’s genius

“Cause we’re a principled clan

Such a reputable brand

And there’s nothing we sell so you’ll love us


Perfect enough

Not to climb but just bounce


Risk it all

Make that call


I’m a discipline man, no metaphysical man, and she don’t even care someone warned me

She’s a typical man

Only lives off the land

‘Cause she’s reason to think wars beneath her


Easy enough 

Not to program but play


Age like you shine

Right in time

Binary Aspect Of Walking vs. Non Dualistic Nature Of Flying

Beautiful Blubbering Dude

Hear The Laughter

A late night rose rides at dark...
Giant egg houses line spaghetti streets 
enveloped in darkness and carried by hope.

A narrative shall explain the rest......

I speak to you from beyond a cold dark night...one where comfort relieves loneliness...and love insights and denies  no one...speaking with a keen agenda and riding close to many  borders,  there is a sight to be seen, so let us not waste another minute...it is a place where questions are answered, abundance restored and affliction forgotten...As to what and where it is I am referring...come with me on an artistic tale and find an untangling of inquires..for it shall be known, and known only, as the land of Humane..

Speaking to you through music, poetry and space age technology,  this is a story of a place and way in which there were people for whom to which they referred to themselves as Humanes-(the sound of rain rushing thru).   They proudly thought that was the most apt description of themselves since that was what came first in all their  decisions.  You see The question was always, for them, when coming to a junction, was, is, this humane?, or often, is this the most humane way to proceed?  Therefor a race of Humanes they were.

In this land and way of being were many attractions and mysterious adventures always waiting to be discovered.   One of which was the traveling of the inner land and to of which the discovery of unimagined encounters with other friendly beings who had all been doing what they had and were always amazed at you and your unique moments which had gathered about you so, so to meet you with joy was the only meeting way, which all Humanes and others were so very grateful for.

Misery unleashed like a beautiful yearning for the color in a black and white sunset that doesn’t exist.  And the world behind the mirror.
Small talk with meaning which is easy to understand
Winning by default a race you tried to lose out of mercy
Then to tap a spring and feed a well and grow in a field and wait no longer for a love that’s been dangled like a carrot for to long,  just around the corner, one more second if only I tried a little harder, is it now in reaching distance?
And then just the fog of a damp spring evening.
The doorman all on the watch and the suburbanites in their trucks on the way home.  
Back to their perch at a distance, where they can see the city with some perspective, different from us.
Us the dust the dirt the sturdy, the broken yet working, the usual crowd, the ones in the stairwell who see by scent, and never think to ask, yet rather choose to wait it out.
All the while knowing it could do better.

In humane you meet a man who invented the wheel, man who invented the lever, and woman who invented the sail..they r all close friends and live together.

Are You Blind

A late night rose rides at dark...
Giant egg houses line spaghetti streets 
enveloped in darkness and carried by hope.

A narrative shall explain the rest......

I speak to you from beyond a cold dark night...one where comfort relieves loneliness...and love insights and denies  no one...speaking with a keen agenda and riding close to many  borders,  there is a sight to be seen, so let us not waste another minute...it is a place where questions are answered, abundance restored and affliction forgotten...As to what and where it is I am referring...come with me on an artistic tale and find an untangling of inquires..for it shall be known, and known only, as the land of Humane..

Speaking to you through music, poetry and space age technology,  this is a story of a place and way in which there were people for whom to which they referred to themselves as Humanes-(the sound of rain rushing thru).   They proudly thought that was the most apt description of themselves since that was what came first in all their  decisions.  You see The question was always, for them, when coming to a junction, was, is, this humane?, or often, is this the most humane way to proceed?  Therefor a race of Humanes they were.

In this land and way of being were many attractions and mysterious adventures always waiting to be discovered.   One of which was the traveling of the inner land and to of which the discovery of unimagined encounters with other friendly beings who had all been doing what they had and were always amazed at you and your unique moments which had gathered about you so, so to meet you with joy was the only meeting way, which all Humanes and others were so very grateful for.

Misery unleashed like a beautiful yearning for the color in a black and white sunset that doesn’t exist.  And the world behind the mirror.
Small talk with meaning which is easy to understand
Winning by default a race you tried to lose out of mercy
Then to tap a spring and feed a well and grow in a field and wait no longer for a love that’s been dangled like a carrot for to long,  just around the corner, one more second if only I tried a little harder, is it now in reaching distance?
And then just the fog of a damp spring evening.
The doorman all on the watch and the suburbanites in their trucks on the way home.  
Back to their perch at a distance, where they can see the city with some perspective, different from us.
Us the dust the dirt the sturdy, the broken yet working, the usual crowd, the ones in the stairwell who see by scent, and never think to ask, yet rather choose to wait it out.
All the while knowing it could be better.

In humane you meet a man who invented the wheel, man who invented the lever, and woman who invented the sail..they r all close friends and live together.

Blind Man’s Cinema Heard Through a World Radio- Parts I $ II

EwThat Smells Delicious

Pauper's Weed

Throwing An Indigo Van Out the Passenger Side Window

Basement Tea Party

You on the phone hunched over in a sweater..it’s nice to see you on the pottery wheel again, I’ve missed the smell of wet clay, and David believes he has painted The Seine At Argenteuil from scratch- all while I was pondering the fact that sound has shape when suddenly I got pulled over by a firetruck

Save Your Lies For David

I can’t see over the Southhampton hedges, it’s good to be taken seriously, but no more serious then you are, there’s the sound of a festival in the street, see all the skinny people eating ice cream- it sure is heaven when you’re not in hell.

Avenue Bee

13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight.  He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love.  I’ll be  the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me.  You bought a black and white color chart with blood money, I’m talk-in money from the blood bank.  Driving up a one way road, cursing at everyone as you go, trees look like broccoli in a miniature world.  And now it’s five o’clock Thursday afternoon and Friday’s in the air.

Don't Be A Heart Breaker

There were the three of us in the room, remember Mike put on the cd and I said you can tell that vocalist has a good heart by the way he articulates, and you just laughed and I said really, what do you know anyway, you married a dagger, Mike turned his head and you told me to grow up, and now the crowd at the bar is smiling at me. There’s this old burnt smell in the air which is reminding me of the abondened movie theatre on the corner of sixth ave. and seventh street, where I've spent a lot of cold nights sleeping.

Thelma and Louise Sipping Mai Tais in Playa del Carmen

Uh Blue Orange

The last lemming didn't jump and all my counting eggs have hatched, for it seems my desires are the walls of my prison sometimes.  Stepping forward into our future, from time to time you got to get drop heavy.

Vanilla Sky 2 (Open Your Eyes In The Future)

As gentle as the rolling hills, the bramble and the deer, the night it holds hushed secrets meant only for your ears.  As fleeting as a Truffula tree on paper framed by silk embroidered oak and gold melting in the rain.

Benefit From The Truth (Feat. Michael Cunio)

Can you take your own advice?  In an embarrassed junk yard I heard someone saying..."Maybe we’ll find that sometimes you’ll know things I don’t know and maybe even giggle, and sometimes I’ll know things that you don’t know, and have to smile cause I can’t help it, and you won’t know why.  And the things that each one of us know are the same things, just at different times".

Vacation People

Pig footed pigeon toed people in the form of Tonka Toy flesh are tearing up there yoga mats..I don't know why.. Bubble gum and hairspray may be the solution.  I say you're as pretty as you look in the fine line between home runs and fouls.

Dolly

Have you ever realized you can't "unexplain" something...it's not even a word in the dictionary..

Ambulance In Gridlock

Might I interest you in a bit of day light? There’s a lot of it up here sometimes.. will do my best to get it to you…

Sky Scraper Zebra

Beautiful girl in the elevator, bubble gum and hair spray, then into the lobby with smell of baby powder and beer.  It’s 5:46 and there ain't no sign of the sun coming up for another hour or two, connections are strange now, people still drunk or rushing off to work, or both, lol....Theater people and suits and the sound of music, last night's noise still coming out of a dirty bar on this snowy city morning.

City Boy and Country Boy

Basement tea party

A Christmas Gift From New York (feat. Michael Cunio)

WHO’S THAT KNOCKIN ON MY BACK DOOR
LIKE THE WAY I DONE BEFORE
WHO’S THAT KNOCKIN LIKE I WAS BACK THEN

WHAT YOU LOOKIN FOR ANYWAY 
WE'VE SAID ALL THERE IS  TO SAY
THERE AINT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

YOU KNOW I NEVER MEANT
TO  BRING YOU DOWN
BUT OUR KARMA BABY  WAS SO UNEVEN
THAT’S HOW I COULD RELAX
WITHOUT THE GUILT OF KNOWIN HOW YOU CRIED
FROM THE STRING OF LIES YOU SPUN  INSIDE YOUR HEAD 
and that’s why

NOW YOUR KNOCKIN ON MY BACK DOOR
LIKE THE WAY I'VE DONE BEFORE
NOW YOU’RE KNOCKIN LIKE I WAS BACK THEN 
aint gonna let you in

REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID
WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT I WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND
CERTAIN PEOPLE ARE JUST SMARTER
WELL HOW COULD I FORGET
WHEN I KNEW  YOU WERE TALKING ‘BOUT ME
SO MUCH WISDOM IN YOUR SYMPATHY

BUT WHO’S THAT KNOCKIN ON MY BACK DOOR
LIKE THE WAY I'VE DONE BEFORE
WHO’S THAT LOOKIN LIKE I WAS BACK THEN

WHAT YOU LOOKIN HERE FOR ANYWAY
THERE AINT NOTHIN LEFT TO SAY
YOU’RE JUST LOOKIN FOR SOMEONE TO BLAME

OH DARLING YOU CAN’T GO BLAMING ME FOR YOU
‘CAUSE YOU GOT TO FEEL LIKE A FOOL
I KNOW
BUT IT AINT ME BABY
YOU GOTTA LOOK INTO YOURSELF
IF YOU WANNA FIND SOMEONE TO BLAME

SO STOP THAT HANGIN BY MY BACK DOOR
LIKE THE WAY I DONE BEFORE
NOW YOU’RE LOOKIN LIKE I WAS BACK THEN
AND I’M WONDERIN WONDERIN
WHAT YOU LOOKIN FOR ANYWAY
WE’VE SAID ALL THERE IS TO SAY
THERE AINT NO ONE 
LEFT TO BLAME

I Still Want To Marry You- (Featuring Cassandra Reed)

Sais Steely Dan keyboardist Jim Beard… “Congratulations on a marvelous album JOrdon!”.

WXET’s Dave Michaels sais “ JOrdon your Pixie Dust album is a masterpiece!”.

Hello magical entity... Thank you for visiting..

Three names I go by are JOrdon (which I use for Bandcamp and SC) and Jae Ordon and Mascot’s Distance,(which I use everywhere else, such as Spotify, Apple, etc.).

I've written music for Taye Diggs, Ian Gillan of Deep Purple, Pete Yorn, the Gorillaz Dan the Automator, John Spencer Blues explosion’s Russel Simons and Bed Bath and Beyond.  In summer of 2022 my recording Life Whispers On was #7 on Canada’s Cashbox Radio.  Currently finishing up a musical called Humane.


I'm playing all the instruments on many tunes, ones I'm not are…Brian Allen of Lori McKenna, Christopher Cross and Robben Ford on Bass, Michael McDonald's horn section, in addition to Yutaka Uchida playing drums on some tunes and Laurent Medelgi on guitar, also Danny Zanker and Joe Bearclaw Burcaw playing bass.
Thank you for listening to my Vegan, Folk-Jazz-Rock recordings…

JOrdon

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