Happy Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall… it just so happens that it is Spring here. Snow is melting then refreezing at night, forming some nice ice sheets, that I slip on if I am not paying attention. So I was sitting outside, the other day, a couple feet from this rabbit hiding in the rock garden, (social distancing) and both of us were soaking up the warm rays of the sun. That warmth felt good, after a long, dark winter, and it cheered me up for a second or two. Later, I planted a pot with some leek seed inside by the window, and laughed at myself as I was envisioning these beautiful, thick leeks, while dreaming of potato-leek soup. Usually, they don’t grow all that big, after I transplant them out in the garden, and I tend to let them go to seed, so I’ll have more seed to plant. Maybe this year though? Robins are back and staking out their territories in the yard. There are usually 5 or so Robin pairs nesting in the yard at any one time. I wonder if the pair who build a nest on the stop step of my step ladder will return, or the pair that builds a nest on top of a tire, on an old truck in my neighbor’s yard. That pair has nested under the truck for several years now. I am hoping to get outside more this year into the mountains, before I get too old to do so. I make it a habit to talk with as many old people as I can, to ask them about their lives and how aging is going for them. This one wiry old dude mentioned by the time he hit is mid seventies, hiking became a chore. He lives a solitary life like me, so I like talking with him, although he can only tolerate so much conversation at any one time, and heads off somewhere else. I laugh and realize he is more cranky than me. Well this is not really a song… more of a poetic story with some backing guitar. The lyrical phrases didn’t lend themselves to singing it. I created it after I had a powerful dream about my past and it centered on my relationship with a wild woman. This all happened about two and a half decades ago. When the woman, Sarah, (not her real name) and I went on a little journey, we passed by this cottage on a hillside in the country. I was in a dreamy state of mind (hee-hee) and mentioned to her: that looks exactly like the house we will live in one day. Some things are best kept to oneself no matter how one feels about it. She already adored me, and what I said, I meant, but didn’t quite grasp how she would take it. She was skipping along on her tippy toes for the rest of the day, and I felt like I may have overstepped, in stating my affection for her. Obviously, I still care for her, even though I haven’t seen or thought about her in a very long time. I hope she is well, as we both struggled with our own stuff way back when. I dream like an old dog now, mostly about my younger days. And the dreams are vivid in the sense of being enchanted with my experiences and how I felt about them, and they are also tinged with my present perspective. I write them down, whenever they are of significance and have about a hundred pages. If I can muster the time and energy, I will write another novel about all those dreams. But until then, I hope you enjoy this preview, in the form of a short poetic story. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Broken Winged Angels

The final track I produced from the split collab/album with Cpektir:   "The Bizarro Misadventures of Cpektir & Minimal_Drone*GRL.  Hope you enjoy!  Please check out the album on Bandcamp if you have the time!  :) 
cpektir.bandcamp.com/album/the-biza…imal-drone-grl

Escaping the Void

Waves

Vocals: Nic
Guitar and synths: the VEXiVERSe
Drums: MBL

Lyrics:
Naldo Africa from his poem

Neglected Love

You can see me crying 
forsaken and forlorn, 
there is unending pain 
happily I am not dying... 

Here I am lost on my own 
fallen pieces from my shape
kiss and hold unto you 
as my tears age to stone 

You can tear me far apart 
love me like you please 
scattered me to the wind
still I showed a lot of heart 

You can see me crying 
and outdoing my sad tears, 
I will always love you 
because I am not dying...


and Wounded by Lang Leav

Wounded

A bruise is tender
but does not last,
it leaves me as
I always was.

But a wound I take
much more to heart,
for a scar will always
leave its mark.

And if you should ask me
which you are,
my answer is -
you are a scar.

all rights of the lyrics belongs to the authors

Swedish Delight

Black Sweets

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 08/2021.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Light tomorrow

Bad weather in my life,
one more ordeal to live,
the light will pierce these dark clouds,
the sun rays will illuminate my soul,

black yesterday, gray today, 
black yesterday, gray today,
light tomorrow, 

only hope survives,
that glow in the back of my mind,
this joy finally rediscovered,
this peaceful spirit forever,
this lightness of thinking, of dreaming, of living simply,

day and night, I want the light,

every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,

Light Tomorrow

I had lots of fun writing this upbeat latin vibe song! Big thanks to my lovely Sander for mastering and making it sound so fabulous. 😊❤️🎶🎵🎼🎧🎹🎤