I really like this beautifully compassionate homage.

This is re-recorded version of this song. I wanted to make my vocals clearer and powerful. How do you feel? If it’s a bit better I’ll be happy!  And I added some arrangements. Please listen to this version, thank you.  August 28th 2023
I made this song while the time of pandemic. This is a kind of requiem…believing in the spirit

Lyrics
Maybe I just want to see
When we’re together along
Still my eyeing keep on always

How I save your life?
There's oceans lie to see
I will be waiting for...
Couldn’t save your life

Horizon far away stands before me
Dreaming on about down befalling
Closing my eyes in too darkness
What do you see? because I cant tell you how…
 I know we won’t cry
 I heard your voice with no sound

——————————————————————
Maybe I just want to see you again
When we’re together along
Still my eyeing keep on always

How I save your life?
There's oceans lie to see
I will be waiting for...
Couldn’t save your life

Horizon far away stands before me
Dreaming on about down befalling
Closing my eyes in too darkness
What do you see? because I cant tell you how…
 I know we won’t cry
 I heard your voice with no sound
So it tears me upside down
 I heard your voice is no sound

OCEANS

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine
 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 
i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after
 + + + 
in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves
 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars-
+ + + 
mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-
i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 
on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

He's been impeached twice before. Maybe the third time will be the charm.

(This tune is downloadable.)
I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.
© 2025 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Impeach

lyrics

The times are hard
Everyone's stuck in their own head
The times are hard
Fight no more, you hear it said
Sounds of fear
Sirens near
Fight no more, fight no more

Sunny days
Driving in your small town
The times are good
Fight no more, I wish I could
Sounds of love
Laughing above
Fight no more, Fight no more

fight no more

Nebraska.

In loving memory of Uwe and Mick🙏
Additional fretless bass by Lutz Boddenberg

Some Come Running (Take II)

Angry_Jukebox

photo: skeneby

sonic structures and silent stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

how long
how long can you stand the tension
life moves
and thrives on vital suspension
night's claws
a pilot's midnight conundrum
hold tight
pay tribute to the handsome

sonic structures and silent stretches  and well  -  his mushroom clone

Crossroads

Until The Light Is Reached

Crogunk's Phonk-King Forest Adventure

(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the morning light,
When the world is still, before the fight,
I hear a whisper calling deep inside,
A sacred place where my fears collide.
No noise, no rush, just breath and time,
A secret rhythm, a silent rhyme.
(Pre-Chorus)
And in the calm I start to see,
The hidden truth inside of me.
(Chorus)
The power of silent,
It heals me when I'm broken,
It speaks without a word,
A truth that’s left unspoken.
The power of silent,
Where shadows turn to gold,
Where every wound grows softer,
And all my fears let go.
(Verse 2)
I walk through nights of endless sound,
But in the stillness, I feel the ground.
The heartbeat slow, the mind set free,
A gentle wave of clarity.
The quiet tears, the inner glow,
A peaceful storm that helps me grow.
(Pre-Chorus)
And in the dark I learn to breathe,
And trust the things I cannot see.
(Chorus)
The power of silent,
It heals me when I'm broken,
It speaks without a word,
A truth that’s left unspoken.
The power of silent,
Where shadows turn to gold,
Where every wound grows softer,
And all my fears let go.
(Bridge)
In silence I remember,
Who I was before the noise.
In silence I recover,
I find my strength, I hear my voice.
No sound can ever carry,
What silence holds inside…
A thousand hidden stories,
A place where souls collide.
(Final Chorus)
The power of silent,
It lifts me when I’m falling,
A quiet kind of magic,
A deeper inner calling.
The power of silent,
The truth beneath the noise,
Where I return to stillness,
And finally hear my voice.

27.11.2025

THE POWER OF SILENT

Based on collaborative song writing in the early 80s and a few studio projects over the years. We are reunited to create new projects after taken a longer break.

Update:
In the summer of 2022, my dear old friend Mick and longtime musical companion died of cancer.

I have agreed with him that I will continue to run our site in his spirit. Our amazing, unique music will live on forever.

Morten Jeamland 
July 2, 2022





Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There′s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.*

*By Neil Young


Mick loved listening to Rory Gallagher, Ten Years After, David Lindley, Neil Young and Alan Stivell.
He let this wonderful music flow into our songs. 
So we gave our music a new genre, which we called "Desert Psycho Fusion Blues Rock".


Updated May 17, 2023
Morten Jeamland


Mick Bolt:  vocals //rhythm guitar & lead guitar//furious slide guitar// 6- & 12- string acoustic guitar & keyboards


Morten Jeamland:  lead vocals & harmony & backing vocals//bass & double bass // keyboards//additional electric guitars//sitar//6- & 12- string acoustic guitar//drum programming// recording//mixing & mastering// producer//sound design//near field recording

Cover design by Jeamland & Bolt
©1982-2026 Jeamland Music Production


In deepest connection:
Child of Nature: @childofnature
The Forest Army: @theforestarmy
Amanitalinda: @amanitalinda
Heidi K: @heidijks
The Earth Love: @theearthlove
Jörg: @joerxworx
Martin: @m_ja
Morten: https://soundcloud.com/mortenjeamland

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