Based around an acoustic riff, the song is about how a wave can be the start, or the end of something, and maybe a chance to start again. Produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studios on Bowen Island, B.C. Chris Herbsen on vocals, Shael doing harmonies and more of that great slide guitar. 
Lyrics:
She waved to say hello, she waves to say goodbye
She left a scent of faint perfume, and clouds in a sunny sky.
Coffee stains and magazines, and a space where she used to lie.
We're livin' here on shifting sands and we're left to wonder why.

I could have stared for hours and hours
at footprints in the sand
It took a wave beyond my powers
to help me understand 
that life come in waves.

Children's laughter fills the room. I hear her laugh and sing.
Faces stored in a picture frame can't beat the real thing.
What's been lost and what's been found, and what we hope to gain
is all that matters in the end, not teardrops in the rain.

I could have stared...

The Tequila Monday Project

Life Comes in Waves

RAGE!

Spotify

Blue

Blue (Instrumental)

Run to you

From the highest spire, where the owls conspire,
We play hide and seek with fortune and fame.
Books are our bricks, glasses our armor,
Lost in a complex maze of profound drama.

Oh, the Ivory Tower, where the owls know my name,
Where coffee's weak, and debates catch flame.
Amidst the stacks, where wild thoughts take aim,
Seeking the truth, in our noble game.

Nights with paper and pen, a scholar's plight,
Citing the cited, till the morning light.
Footnotes lead the way, a breadcrumb fest,
Finding life's answers? A noble quest, I jest.

Oh, the Ivory Tower, where the owls know my name,
Where coffee's weak, and debates catch flame.
Amidst the stacks, where wild thoughts take aim,
Seeking the truth, in our noble game.

From atop these walls, with mortar dry,
We chuckle and shout, "At least we try!"
In our endless quest to sound profound,
In laughter alone, our truths are found.

In silent halls, under watchful eyes,
The ink flows on as the old clock sighs.
Questions like arrows, answers like shields,
In this scholarly battlefield, wisdom never yields.

Oh, the Ivory Tower, where the owls know my name,
Where coffee's weak, and debates catch flame.
Amidst the stacks, where wild thoughts take aim,
Seeking the truth, in our noble game.

So here we stand, with minds alight,
The owls keep watch through the darkest night.
With every dawn, our spirits renew,
In the Ivory Tower, where every hidden truth flew.

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"Where the Owls Know My Name" is a blend of symphonic metal with a narrative that dives deep into the heart of academia's mystical and intellectual challenges. Set against the backdrop of the highest spires where owls conspire, this song explores the relentless quest for knowledge and the esoteric debates that ignite within the halls of the Ivory Tower. The song's powerful melodies and orchestral arrangements enhance the lyrical journey through nights spent in scholarly toil, where books serve as bricks and glasses as armor. Each verse paints a vivid picture of a scholar's plight, engaged in a noble game of seeking truth amid the stacks of profound literature and under the watchful eyes of wise owls.

Where The Owls Know My Name

Our new track inspired by a trip to the big city. Hope you enjoy. Hit that like button and share

The Devils Detail

Into Pieces

INTO PIECES

Marc M : paroles et musique
Marc M : voix, guitares et programmation

VOYAGE AU BOUT DE L'ENNUI

Rembobine ta nuit électrique
Peuplée de rencontres excentriques
Au gré des hasards magnétiques, il est temps.
Oh, Dance music !

Quand sur le dance-floor hystérique
S'invitent des sons mécaniques
Et s'agitent les corps frénétiques, on t'attend...
Oh, Dance music !

Voyage au bout de la nuit,
Parfum noctambule et velours cramoisi,
Comme tous les oiseaux de nuit
La boule à facette éclaire mes envies.
Voyage au bout de l'ennui,
Tristesse funambule et couleur vert de gris
Tel un papillon de nuit
Mes ailes se brûlent au lustre du samedi.

Rendez vous au bar sulfurique
Bercé d'un esprit romantique
La caresse d'une nuque exotique me surprend
Oh, Dance music !

Face à face, envie cosmétique
Maquillage d'un date organique
Ouverture, fracture volcanique, juste à temps
Oh, Dance music !

Voyage au bout de la nuit,
Parfum noctambule et velours cramoisi
Comme tous les oiseaux de nuit
La boule à facette éclaire les envies
Voyage au bout de l'ennui,
Tristesse funambule et couleur vert de gris
Comme un papillon de nuit
Mes ailes se brûlent au lustre du samedi.

Voyage au bout de l'ennui

Birds Over The Sea

Lyrics, guitar and vocal by Linda Straub

Goodbye


I sold your treasured car today
like you, it could no longer stay.
You don't need it up in heaven,
as on angel wings, you flew away.

I sat a moment in the car lot,
and tried my best not to cry.
it was the last piece I had of you,
and so I bid you both goodbye.

I looked out the showroom window,
and at your shining baby, I sat and stared.
I couldn't keep myself from crying,
as I pictured you standing beside it there. 

Honey, you don't need your car in heaven,
now you have angel wings to fly;
and so I sit here in this car lot,
and bid you both this last goodbye.


Honey, you don't need your car in heaven,
now you have angel wings to fly;
and so I sit here in this car lot,
and bid you both this last goodbye.

Bye babe.



Goodbye (Original)-

The Fleet

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!”.

Albany’s WXET 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…