Your lyrics are gorgeous and the delivery is beautiful

A truly wonderful listen, that makes me want to wrap it up in brown paper and string and carry it with me just in case.

A lyrical masterpiece and superb and emotional performance! Bravo!

Your poetic genius rivals that of a (somewhat) recent Nobel prize winner for literature. Weaving in and out of a cloak of musical threads it creates such a musical landscape for the mind to ponder, over and over ..

P.O.E.T.

Seraphim Song

Sound painting with 18th Century Scottish fiddle tunes #1 by CS.

The Marquis of Queensbury 2014

"OH ANGEL"
Oh Angel why can’t you come back to now?
With your legs crossing borders
Your head in the midnight clouds
With all this rain pouring down 
Up and over the levy
Washing away your little bird nest town
There you stand with your empty suitcase
In your green satin dress all drowned

My friend the judge at the 5 and dime
Told The Ape he saw you hanging round
He reckoned you put the lightning in his
Fuse box 
Which caused the his neon sign to burn down
I know you weren’t even there that night
You had a job tying balloon poodles for me I was your clown
He should have asked those in the ivory tower
About the distribution of power in this town

Oh Angel where are you right now
Are you asleep in the cocoon of your own bed?
Or the field of love driving the mule and the plough
I always loved the way you’d step to the street
Then shake em on down
You could always carry the day on your shoulders
Even when you went under ground
I found your vest in the wardrobe 
With your pearl wings all painted brown





Your halo on the bedpost
Your undies on the floor face down
I followed the unraveled ball of string 
To your that pinned note on your door marked meek and mild
You were there under the table, frying eggs 
Wearing a very rye smile

Now I’m standing here wearing my new shoes out in the rain
Looking at the cuteness of your face and the curtness of your game

Ah Angel your hiding moonlight in your night gown
With your fraternization hair cut
Your sleeves rolled up the other one down
You’re standing there before me, 
Looking at me, like I’m the one from out of town
But you know full well I sold the farm 
I chopped that cherry tree down
I tied a brick to my boot when I was young
Drove my grandfathers truck to town
All those songs from the dust bowl 
Are imbedded in my head swirling round
But the only song I ever loved
Is that one when you and me were hanging round

Oh Angel where do you go from now
With your sky blue shoes 
And your head in the clouds
With your sky blue shoes 
And your head in the clouds

"OH ANGEL" + Lyrics

here is version with dreamy vocals:
https://soundcloud.com/lemonadelove/if-it-is-you-by-her-trusty-dream-tiger-ft-lemonade
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Tired Eyes

That Vanilla Kiss

Got To Pay Your Dues

I guess I've been hopping around the Cloud long enough to be influenced by all of you. This one is pretty strongly influenced by the bucolic musings of the Cloud King, Chris Pellnat @pretentiousmusic.

From Wikipedia: "Mud daubers are not normally aggressive, but can become belligerent when threatened. Stings are uncommon." To this I can relate.

Dirt Dauber

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Jittery lady
Adobe architect 
A potter, an artist of mud

It’s all for the baby
A tinge of regret
Your life, a labor of love
 
Work faster, you master 
Of plaster matte walls
Waddle and daubing your halls
 
You flickering onyx
My spindle waste friend
Slaving away til the end

Your moment is coming
You’ve almost arrived
Your masterpiece nearly complete

All in awe we applaud
And with tears in our eyes
As you fall from the skies to our feet

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt Dauber

All Instruments By Martin Reed.
Produced By Martin Reed.

Whispers In The Wind

Here's a one-man-bandtrack to vibe on.  Mitch was unavailable, so I just had at it. Dig that funky bass? Leave a comment and let me know ;)

Written, arranged, and recorded by Drew Gold
Performed by The Buddha Rats
Drew: Drums, bass, vocals and harmonies, electric and acoustic guitars

©2023 Drew Gold Entertainment, Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Golden

Outta My Mind!

Randall washes up on a vast, filthy, empty beach. The Eyes look inward and outward and show him things that have been invisible for 100 years.

Featuring @blindhead on all hand drums.

"OH ANGEL" + Lyrics

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