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.

Worm Hole

BRYAN ADAMS!! YOU MANIAC!!

Just a  little bit of vocals☺️
More of an instrumental for now

Everything I Do(Maniac)

WELL I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A FOOL                          
I’M A ROCKER I’M A ROLLER SOMEWHERE OUT THERE MY HEART IS LOCKED IN A LOCKER 
I NEED A SHELTER I NEED A SISTER BUT ALL I HAVE IS NO ONE AS A FLOATER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL YEAH
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF SITTING NEXT TO SITTING BULL
COS AND I’M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER TO ME THIS WORLD IS MUCH TOO MUCH A ROLLER COASTER
I NEED NO BOTHER I NEED A BROTHER
OR ANYONE TO LEND A HAND IT DOESN’T MATTER

TALKING TO MYSELF

AND I’M A CHOOSER NOT A BEGGAR THIN ICE BROKEN GLASS I’M A DANCER
AND I’M A LOSER NOT A WINNER LOOKING UP HIGH FROM DOWN IN THE GUTTER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING ME JOHNNY BE GOOD
YES I AM TALKING TO MYSELF JUST LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHOULD
BUT I’M A JOKER I’M A SUCKER I AM MY OWN SELF-MADE TROUBLE MAKER
I GO MEANDER UNDER THE WEATHER LOOKING FOR ONE SWEET SMOOTH OPERATOR 

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO
LET GO!



TALKING TO MYSELF (Lyrics)

I had these two little blues pieces – in E and C – and an arrangement for When I’m 64, and they seemed to fit, and voila! The whole piece runs for 100 bars, but subtracting the repeated two blues sections the piece adds up to 64 bars. I swear this was an accident!

Credits: When I’m Sixty Four by John Lennon & Paul McCartney, 1967. (McCartney wrote the song.)


Sixty-four Bar Blues

Carnival Candy

This song is inspired by a true story of a Mexican citizen I met who was incarcerated for 3 years without ever being charged, tried, or sentenced. Sadly, this is all too common in Mexico: "Four out of every 10 Mexicans currently behind bars have not been convicted of a crime, according to new official statistics that experts say show the depth of injustice in the country . . . Much of the issue stems from Mexico's use of mandatory pretrial detention, or prisión preventiva oficiosa, a no-bail system in which those accused of certain crimes such as burglary, fuel theft, kidnapping, or drug trafficking can be jailed without probable cause and held for years without trial." https://www.axios.com/2023/07/25/mexico-pretrial-detention-andres-manuel-lopez-obrador

For those listeners unfamiliar with Spanish, "Déjame ir" means "Let me go".

Lyrics: 
Ominous early morning knock on the door
Cops swarm in, pin him down on the floor
No reading of rights, just knocks ‘n’ deep bruises
Cascade of bad-mouthing, it scares and confuses
Tossed in a small cell, no hearing or trial
With five other inmates, not even a smile
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?      

Every day’s a nightmare straight outta Hell
The bad guys are devils, the good guys as well
If the sicko don’t getcha, a brutal guard will
So, you gotta stay quiet, you gotta stay still
In the showers come the men, there’s probably four
This time it’s the pretty boy pinned to the floor
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

The chow’s pretty scarce, he gotta get more
Soul sold for the right to set up a store
Just to earn a few pesos to keep up his strength
When hunger grips, you go to any length
Every week they come round for a piece of the action
And if he falls short, there’s a harsh reaction
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

Bridge
All he is seeking is peace of mind
Away from the fist, the boot and the knife
Peace of mind, yeah, peace of mind
And the chance to start a new life, start a new life, start a new life

Five years on, he’s still in the jail
No trial date announced, no chance to get bail
Five years lost, his wife and kids gone
No money to speak of, house sold for a song
His best mate’s been in for 15 years
Still awaiting a sentence, he still knows the fear
Of a fist or knife, a boot to the balls
And the question why did he take such a fall?      (Déjame ir x muchos)

Credits:
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass; keyboards; Sergio Aguilar
Accordion: Gonzalo (Chalo) Cardenas
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Image by Tim Hüfner on Unsplash

The Fist, the Boot & the Knife

Cloudy days atmospheric soprano sax: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Cover art by Heidi K: https://soundcloud.com/heidijks

Cloudy Days (Remix) feat. joerxworx

Lullaby for Breakfast

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To Be Your Girl

Here is  one I made earlier :-)  Thank you for your kind shares plays , and playlists.

Added  Organ piano strings and percussion   Annette
(C) Vocalatti 2025

In  A Haze

In memory of a beloved doggy.
At the end she fell asleep in my Granddaughters arms.
Where do Dogs go

Today we have lost a dear friend,
it was a friend that we loved so much.
I am sure that she is in heaven for dogs
and I believe that she looks at us every day
that lies ahead in the future. 
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


I remember the first time when we met.
It was a summer day when they did arrive.
She was comfortably lying in my daughter’s knee.
It was obvious that she loved her masters
and the expression in her face was sweet.
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


Her little sister is searching for her
and she can smell her scent everywhere,
in every corner inside and outside their home
and when she doesn’t find her sister she starts to grief.
She can still feel the love from her,
and now You know where dogs will go
after fulfilling their duty in life

Lyrics in Swedish

Vart tar hundarna vägen?

Idag har vi förlorat en kär vän,
det var en vän som vi älskade så mycket.
Jag är säker på att hon är i himlen för hundar
och jag tror att hon ser på oss alla dagar
som ligger framför oss i framtiden.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän

Jag minns första gången när vi träffades,
det var en sommardag när de kom.
Hon låg bekvämt i min dotters knä.
Det var uppenbart att hon älskade sina ägare
och uttrycket i hennes ansikte var ljuvt.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän


Hennes lillasyster letar efter henne
och hon kan känna hennes doft överallt,
i varje hörn både inomhus och utanför deras hem
och när hon inte hittar sin syster börjar hon sörja.
Hon kan fortfarande känna kärleken från henne.
Och nu vet du vart hundar kommer att ta vägen
efter att ha uppfyllt sin plikt i livet

Where do Dogs go - 2025-11-10 14.47

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, Jae Ordon and Mascot’s Distance,(which I use everywhere 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…

Worm Hole

Jae Ordon

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