wonderful work on this. Lyrics are simply perfect. Vocals sound so good. Great piece here Janine.

Beautifully organic lyric and vocal (and love the artwork, too.)

Fantastic lyrics, so visual!  I wish I could write like this!

Came back for another listen to this delightful song

A fine song …….. lovely chords and lyrical words - nicely sung. Great songwriting Janine :)

I certainly don't need to tell you that there is, of course, a limit to human ingenuity.  Interplanetary travel, the eradication of smallpox, room temperature fusion are all very well, but as a species we will most likely always shake our heads in wonderment at the two unfathomable mysteries of the universe:  does the light really go out in the fridge when you close the door?  And how come leaves only ever blow into the garage and not back out again?

Now if I've understood the science pages right, I believe those clever folk at CERN and NASA have been working hard on the fridge door paradox (give up guys – can't be done) but even they recognise the futility of trying to crack the garage leaf blues.

I'll admit I haven't actually done this, but it is an absolute certainty that if you went to the very centre of the Nullarbor Plain, built a little garage, opened the door and looked the other way for just a second – there'd be a ruddy leaf in there.

Can't be solved.  Something to do with corridors in the space / time continuum.  

Or God, the bugger.

Drives me nuts.
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Leaf in My Garage Blues

Woke me up this mornin'
Blues on my mind
Lord knows I got my troubles
Of the foliage kind.
Another leaf in my garage
I ain't got room for any cars
There's a one way traffic fluid dynamic
Tell me baby, what that all about?
Them leaves a-blowin' in, 
But they don't never blowin' out.

My baby done gone left me
My blues is slidin' lower
Found herself a better guy
With a huge leaf blower.
Tragedy in my garage,
It's Autumn in my broken heart,
A one way traffic love dynamic.
Lord is this the penance, for the evil of my sin?
Leaves ain't never blowin' out, 
But forever blowin' in.
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Leaf In My Garage Blues

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You Don't Go Blind But Very Shortsighted

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So this song takes the idea of home and expands it outward beyond conventional ideological boundaries of what a home might be. Some of this may sound odd, in the sense of 4 walls, a floor, and a roof as home. So where might our home be? Out beyond our neighborhood perhaps, the region where we live, the continent we’re on, maybe our planet, or somewhere in the cosmos? If we settle on a suitable idea that is somewhat believable for us, it may be that our ‘home’ is, at the very least, the planet we live on. Our home planet. So wherever we go on Earth, we are home, as the song suggests. Please bear with me on this, as it may get a bit allegorical: I like that idea of this larger sense of home, as we might not dump trash, sewage, and all sorts of toxins inside our home, or pollute our home in other ways. We may begin to see what a large, incredible family we have at home. Don’t ya think? It may allow us to get along with each other a little better than we have been? (As an example, you should see me with me with my family at times, it can be frustrating… hee-hee.) We probably wouldn’t set off/drop so many bombs and blast the crap out of our home like we do now, if we saw the Earth as our home. Or ignorantly flood or burn down our home, in our stubborn refusal to appreciate the reality of what it takes to maintain a home like Earth. If we come back to the idea of a conventional home, well there’s all sorts of problems with that too. Here are some of them. Some of us have homes, some of us don’t. There are many reasons for that. Some of us have lost our homes. Some of us do not like our homes, some of us never leave our homes. Some of us despise each other for not having homes, or having too many homes, or having too large of a home, etc…. Where do we feel at home these days with the state of homeability or lack there of? My conventional home, allows me to live here, be that wherever it may be for any of us. Anyway, this song also gave me the opportunity to dust off my mandolin and recorder, as they pretty much sat there all summer with long faces wondering what I was up to. So now they’re happy and I hope this song shares some of their happiness with you….. m

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Love Is The Game

How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…
I woke up in the back yard
All I saw was the joker card
Missed the dance and the super bowls
Cruelty kindness or the growing toll
The wait got weighted down
Barely heard the sound
shoveled on the mound
The wait weighted down
The wait got weighted down
How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the Creekside manor
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…

The Wait Got Weighted Down

Mark Duffield: voice, vocal melody, lyrics https://soundcloud.com/markduffieldcollaboration
Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mixing
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Across the bay
Many many many miles away
See a crescent moon
Reflected in a field of poppies bloomed

Take a step into this vision, soon
Grab a flower and throw it at the moon

(YOU)
Don’t ask me how you’re gonna get there soon
(Don’t ask me, don’t ask me, do)
(YOU)
You might as well throw a flower at the moon

Throw a flower, a flower, at the moon
Throw a flower, a flower, at the moon

Save our wrecks
Oh then, say the best
Get it off your chest
Just another shipwreck

Another shipwreck
Get it off your chest
Another shipwreck
Get it off your chest
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image: Bart Ros via Unsplash

Poppies (with Mark Duffield)

in her eyes

Tick Tock        Janine Levinson 2020

it was only after i wrote, recorded, and published this song that I realized that figs do not exactly swell out of flowers.  Please forfig me.

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

I like the air in the winter though it seizes in my lungs
and I cough like I am dying but I love that gentle sun

Tick tock        
I do a mic drop     
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

The summer melts my worries as the grassy hills turn brown
On the road as we are driving to the beach, where I will drown

Fall is reassuring :  No, we will not roast forever 
As the santa ana winds bend down and yield to cooler weather

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I love you, sky!                  
I love you wind!
Pollen, nectar, bark and limb
I am of you, and you are mine
The leaf is born as winter dies

Spring is for seduction as the figs swell out of flowers
And the tadpoles grow their froggy legs  and rain comes down in showers

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

Tick Tock

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