great inspiring music...and the end is just amazing !! Thanks !!

Tim departed this life
Seated on a cloud
Like a long lost Pharoah
Having a glorious time.

He retained his famous cool
He kept his wits intact
He ignored the usual lures
I’ll have none of that.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.
 
After the endless crowd
He found this place quiet
No more friends-followers
To keep him up at night.

But he couldn’t move on
And this was really hard
He liked being a traveller
Not a bird in a yard.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.
 
For now Tim is numb
But one day soon
His bus will come
A ride out of this room.

He will find a grotto
Sink in its pool deep
Emerge free of the lotto*
Of post-life sleep.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.

*lottery

Leary in the after-world

bleed

Song 10 off the MIND OF DESTRUCTIVE TASTE...CD featuring Tony James on lead guitar!

hour of darkness

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

Radios
Highways shattered
Sounds of traffic
Does it really matter?

Grave yards
Instant combustion
No surprise
No resurrection.

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

The earth
It also trembled
Across seasons running
It knew what was coming.

The rag and bone man
Of the heart 
Returned home
To make a fresh start.

The sun
Shone like a furnace
We knew
We knew it would burn us.

Radios
Highways shattered
Sounds of traffic
Does it really matter?

The rag and bone man
Of the heart 
Returned home
To make a fresh start.

Final day2 r3a

I saw you there
Your belt of leather
Borrowed jeans
Your hair like heather.

Standing there
Inside the weather
Standing there
At the garden wall.

You were a dream
Of some beseeching
Ever young
And ever preaching.

Ever young
And never reaching
Never reaching
Me at all.

I saw you there
With your jeans of leather
Borrowed belt
And your hair like heather.

You are a figure
Free and fancy
Dream you are
Of Fred and Nancy.

I saw you there
With your belt of leather
Standing there
Beside the wall.

Dream you are
Of times that never
Ever crossed
This way before.

Standing there
In your borrowed jeans
I didn’t know
You at all.

I thought that you 
Were lost forever
Lost forever
At the garden wall.

Standing there r5

We sink into our bodies
Our eyes are nearly bare
Our grasp on the kaleidoscope
Is slipping into air.

The hurdy hurdy’s playing
Our time is nearly up
We reminisce about our lives
And drink another cup.

Some of us are running
Running through a field
Running past a murder tree
Running while we breathe.

The gentle susurration 
Of air above the field
Touch of life intangible
Song of an endless dream.

Bodies r5

8 tableaux

Bleu-vert (Vert de bleu)

La nuit bleue

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Doomsday Weapon

Old recording of a song written in NYC '98...had picked up some great gear(black ibanez artist & a RD50 musicman amp...under 400$)...but didn't play much...except to jam with Frank or write some new tunes...still have the grunge bug on this one!!!

chains

I have a lot of fun creating this music.
I hope you will enjoy listening to it.

Doomsday Weapon

Michel Nolet

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