Oh March...Oh April

Cup of tea for starters.
Mustard bread spread.
Johnny tends to flowers in his bed.
Greagory Is crippled, Pete Is gone and shifty Steve has vanished in the smoke.
And the beans And the beans.

Mustard & Poppy (sign up for the war)

There's a jar by the door where i keep the precious things from paper bits and magazines 
And in it all the tiny crusts and dusts of dreams, distant skies and mountain streams 
But don't say they won't be remembered 
And don't say the won't stay the same 
In plastic baggies I keep the colored tears, from all the days I was feeling blue 
And there's paper cups outside the bathrooms if someday someone cries for you 
But don't say that it never was me 
And don't say that it never was me 
I casted out my line and wasted all my time

get the record at magicrivers.bandcamp.com

Thursday ~

NEW SONG

ms bianca how are you
i see your friends have gone away
and the lamp is burning low
i guess the nighttime is here to stay

all the world's a special place
to grow weary and gray

but ms bianca how are you
i see the moonlight has been kind
the camera's wet with morning rain
destroyed the image in your mind

all the world's a special place
to grow weary and gray

Ms. Bianca ~

	
take me down to the green tree 
i wanna lay in the grass cuz i'm tired and my love don't care for me 

singing down the forest's path 
don't look for my shoes in the morning cuz i'm never coming back 

all your days are setting suns 
when your out living on the run 
trying just to smile again

Green Tree ~

Hang Me (COVER)

A jivety-jive track with some jivety-jive vocals made entirely by conniving machines that seek to reduce humanity to nothing more than robots of flesh and bone instead of wires and bolts. 

Misfortunate Secretary

Written and performed by @robotbattles and Wou-Wou & The Wormling. 

More info: http://bit.ly/1BmD4K4

Glory Hole/Taxes 2 Asses (feat. Robot Richard)

Featuring and written with The Long Exposures.  They're brilliant, check them out at: https://soundcloud.com/thelongexposures

Lyrics: 
I want to live in the mountains
Among the pilgrims
Where the stars are clear
And the prayers are true

I want to find a way today
To talk about the soul and say
I keep trying to grab at the path
But it's slipping away

And if only our time this time is true
And the prayers burn just out of view
Of all the things we are told to do

I want to live in the mountains 
Among the pilgrams
Where I find a way to be fine
With my bodies decline

I'm thin I'm tired I'm poor
my eyes are focused on the door
But I do not believe 
That I ever will leave
The valley floor

And if only our time this time is true
And the prayers burn just out of view
Of all the things we are told to do

in this world 
I will always
 want something more
But this world is a fine place
And it is  worth fighting for

so you go, go with the pilgrims


With The Pilgrims (collab w The Long Exposures)

lyrics:

i ask all the time
i look at the sky
can i get high?
with you?

springtime is my favourite, 
i love the smell the most. 
that feeling you get
as the ground starts to roast

the birds in the trees
all sing a different key
to me its all the same
to me its all the same

i believe in a reason
that our life is a season
it lives and it dies
it lives and it dies

and when i see roses grow
from the clouds in the sky
i'll know, i'll know, i'll know

i ask all the time
i look to the sky
can i get high?
with you?

so now that its summer 
the heat has begun
its the hottest one of all
the hottest of them all

i sweat and i swelter
straight up bleed from my skin
if it wasn't for the water
what kind of mess would I be in?

i know this is it though
im halfway round
this gas giant we circle
has yet to fizzle out

and when i see roses grow
from the clouds in the sky
i'll know, i'll know, i'll know

i ask all the time
i look to the sky
can i get high?
with you?

falling and falling and falling and falling
its crisp in the air
it must be the fall

i like the name fall
it symbolized a lot
like us with our age
our body went and fought

gorgeous colours everywhere
not a frown beware
its the harvest now son
our life just begun

winter's here soon
its the season of death
just remember one thing

life is a season
life will grow

© 2015 
L3mony Fr3sh Media 
Canada 
All Rights Reserved

Season Of Light

This is my debut single. I'll leave it up to you to describe!

Thank you for listening!

The Loving

Love, The Only Power

april 2015, recorded and mixed by me with my "oldfuzzy" pc, cubase and tascam us144 audio interface.
Instruments: acoustic guitar, vocals and arturia microbrute analog synthesizer.

Thinking about the traffic lights and my feet, and It's hard to know where I'm gone. Thinking about the traffic lights and my dreams, but It's hard to sleep here tonight. Nobody helps me, it's a tragedy, my bed is flying down and someone tells me: "it's a fine life, it's a funny life"... the same traffic in my mind.


the same traffic in my mind

Life is so hard and I don't know what to do
I don't know how to say what I want to say
I don't know how to sing, those notes that will mean
Change: I think everyone gonna be Ok

Life will break us but we're gonna get better
Course now some of us, will never get better
(And) the weak ones break, mend and are stronger
But the stong ones won't break, and they're gonna be a goner

Lord will you help me, I'm not feeling ok
 there's too much stress and the sky is too gray
I wouldn't really mind the bullet if you'd just shoot me today
 but what kills is waitin' while it's on the way/while the bullets on its way

Friends will let you down, as often as they pick you up
And sometimes you do good which is not returned with love
But if you keep doing good and don't give up on your friends
Then all you've got to do is make peace with yourself in the end









Mastered life3

Life is so hard

First track outta the developing Lonestar Studio

Oil Tears

Thanks once again to the very talented Lamar for helping out.  Check out some of his stuff at: https://soundcloud.com/four-track-lamar

There needs to be a song 
So clear and  pure 
That it makes the world 
worth fighting for 

There needs to be a song 
So clean and  true 
the first time we hear it 
 we know what to do 

But I don't think you're gonna write that song 
You jiust want us to hear how loud you moan 
So we can be forever together 
Marching alone 

Sing of south winds
 with northern lights
Or the old secret 
that still holds you tight

Sing where you are brave
For the first time when
There is somebody weak
And only you can protect them

There needs to be a language
That when it is spoke
Your insides are healed
And your heart is unbroke

There needs to be a song
That says we are alive
And will burst into flame
And like the tide rise  

But I don't think you're gonna write that song
You just want us to hear how loud you moan 
So we can be forever together
 Marching alone  

And with the limited
gifts I've got
I've done my best
To Do my part 

But you who sing 
So clean and pure
Why can't you sing 
Something  true 



Together Forever (w four track lamar)

This soundcloud page is the result of a series of tense negotiations between the bands Mr. Jones and His Visions of Pearl and SpaceRobots from Space.  The two aforementioned parties have agreed to repost, "songs" that they like, to this page.  If you would like to like or repost any of their songs please check them out at https://soundcloud.com/mrjonesandhisvisionsofpearl (for Mister J) and https://soundcloud.com/spacerobots-douter-space.  Thanks!

Oh March...Oh April

Jones and Robot Repost