very pleasant Rocker, excellent lyrics and singing too:):)

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

[Art Cover thanks to Jinie Ph of Pixels.]

Comatose State

i reworked this song, I never really finished it when i posted it, i just kind of wanted to move on. This is a better song now.. I still can't get the vocals to sound right.. 
NOTE: I remixed this song, was able to get the pops and crackles out of the vocals

The evening fog had come, floating softly from the sea
and turned the world into a dream, where there is only you and me
when long ago we walked this shore,
and we had it all, but nothing more
not a memory you would keep
but it was everything to me

now time has burned away the fog, and we’ve come back to this place 
the silver sea and midnight sky underneath the milky way
but something’s lost along the way
where the water meets the sky so far away
it’s an illusion of the sea
they never really come to be

all I ever wanted, everything I thought I needed
I hoped to find in your heart     
If all of this meant nothing
then we’ve wasted all our time
We tried to be something we’re not
The same mistakes we’re making
The same bad road we’re taking 

It washes over me 
this is real, and not my dream
Let this be, go and find the one you need,
Who loves you for the things they see
Not what I want you to be
Not what you want me to be…

What I Wanted You To Be

War needs to go away!
That's all I have to say about that...

Lyrics:
Who knew
That I could feel that way about it
You knew
That they could fall all around us

Throw my hands up in the air
Aint got no cares
Livin peacefully in the streets with ease
I think we make a good pair
Hold it down while I'm outta town
I'll be home soon
Breathe right now and out loud sound
Sayin I love you

Whoever said we got ta be mad
Musta had a bad day
If I'm bein real right now
The world needs a better way
Whoever said we got ta fight
Don't know about True Love
If I'm bein real right now
The world needs a big ol hug

Stars spread their light
Brighter than a usual night
When you're around
Brighter than the missiles above my town

Dark wars spread their fight
More bombs than a usual night
When you're around
Louder than the thunder above my cloud

Who knew
They could feel that way about it
Bombs boom
People seem to be all about it

Throw my eyes up in the air
I can see the bright flares 
Was livin peacefully in the streets with ease
It's just not fair
Settle down, I'm goin outta town
I'll be home soon
Breathe in deep and yell from streets
God, we need you!

Whoever said we got ta be mad
Musta had a bad day
If I'm bein real right now
The world needs a better way
Whoever said we got ta fight
Don't know about True Love
If I'm bein real right now
The world needs a big ol hug

 Stars spread their light
Brighter than a usual night
When you're around
Brighter than the missiles above my town

Dark wars spread their fight
More bombs than a usual night
When you're around
Louder than the thunder above my cloud

Who knew
They could feel that way about it
Bombs boom
People seem to be all about it

Never War

@ApproachToSilence2 - 17.5.22

Dedicated to my muse :-*
Loving Michael

https://open.spotify.com/album/5UhvykOnZmQikKu37bvmCF?si=h_dqwOFuQRKg9MYf5ZWs4Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuOHAdz_Sic&list=OLAK5uy_nZnOK9cnPNTzw1jU77SPGHFgX1t0SmiVo

ApproachToSilence_2022

Bliss

Since I Met The Master # 008, Gene Jumper, ( Original)

Since I Met The Master, # 008 Gene Jumper, ( Originial )

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
                                                     ****************
In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
                                                   ********************

More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
                          **************
Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
                         **************
An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

(On the Beat) Daddy - O

Inspired by the Artemis project by NASA to return to the moon

Return To The Moon

Beautiful Love

Night Moves

(Formerly Kadeshavara)
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JPS Grooves is a rebranding back to a much easier name for people to understand. Bottom line? I love making music, it's my passion. This Soundcloud is and has been my sketch board for years. I don't care if the songs are perfect or not, I make them all for you. I hope one of them reaches your soul and makes you feel something new or offers a new experience. I recently saw an interview of Miles Davis where he said "It takes a selfish person to be original." So...For you...I'm being selfish. And I hope you enjoy it!

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