A little song I wrote for St. Patrick's Day to pay tribute to a bar I used to frequent by the name of Lydia's. She has been gone for a few years now, but the memories live on!

Oh, Dear Lydia!

Weg mit der Alumütze

Unmaskiert die dumpfe Birne
in der Hand ein Q aus Pappe

flattern schwarzrotweiße Fahnen
lässt ihr Treiben Böses Ahnen

unter ihrer Alumütze
brutzelt blubbernd braune Grütze

Wissenschaft wird verneint
Echsenmensch ist ihr Feind
Schwachsinn ist was sie vereint


Away with the aluminum cap

Unmasked the dull pear
in hand a cardboard Q

black, red and white flags flutter
lets her doings foreshadow evil

under her aluminum cap
sizzles bubbling brown groats

Science is denied
Lizard man is their enemy
Bullshit is what unites them

Alumütze

Close To Me

Well I stumbled
That's my memory of last night
So its vague, sure
But in reality its a white lie

Well did I say those words?
And did I cling to yours?
And can you tell me what I was drinking, cuz I've been drinking
Did I tell you stuff?
Did I say too much?
And can you tell me what I was drinking, cuz I've been drinking
Again

Did I hang around
When my memory had turned sour?
Although I can't see
I could drink some more for hours and hours

Did you hear the words?
And did they sound absurd?
And can you tell me what I was drinking, cuz I've been drinking
Did I break my vow?
Show my feelings anyhow?
And can you tell me what I was drinking, cuz I've been drinking
Again

A loser - I lose her

White Lies

Music composed by John Ireland  
recorded 3/29/21  Joseph Haspel organist

My Song is Love Unknown

Sunday afternoon; some day near June - the year after the world shattered from fear of catching the flu. Soon, not only our minds but our hearts will be racing. Tracing lines between here and there... There and then...then and now...And how then? Thoughts in front or in rear breed only dread and hope. Thoughts ahead or behind feed rope down the crevice where fear hears. Still... Thoughts ahead or behind feed rope down the crevice. Here, in the Heart of Sunday Afternoon.

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THE|HEART|OF|SUNDAY|AFTERNOON

Rose

This has been made from Mike Spring's original Open Collaboration post 
https://soundcloud.com/mike-spring/minor-road-blues-open-for

All music/Guitar/Typewriter percussion - https://soundcloud.com/mike-spring
Lyrics and Vocals - Mark J Bennett.
Thank you Mike for sharing this opportunity with me.

MINOR ROAD BLUES

Robert’s at the crossroads
Jack, he’s on the road 
Johnson’s at the crossroads
Kerouac’s on the road.
Me, am just sittin’,
Waitin’ on the money,
That I’m owed

Hittin’ keys on this contraption,
Ain’t made me no money yet 
Still lookin’ for a piece of the action,
While I’m gettin’ deeper in debt.
Perhaps, you’re inclined to a little benefaction,
I’ll take me whatever I can get.

Robert’s at the crossroads
Jack, he’s on the road 
Johnson’s at the crossroads
Kerouac’s still on the road.
Me, am just sittin’,
Waitin’ on the money,
That I’m owed

Minor Road Blues (With Mike Spring)

This track is an original instrumental song. I mainly composed uplight bass and piano. All the work is done with the iPhone DAW software GarageBand. It is also uploaded to YouTube, so I hope you will listen to it as well.


https://youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

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Leave Us Alone

Klagovisa

Since 2020, I have been producing music with DAW software. I can play the guitar and bass, but I only use it a little to compose. Regardless of the genre, I hope you can experience the music that shakes your heart and enjoy what you create freely. 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

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