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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

Thommo's inspiration that began as "Dream Catching", then "Dancing on the Veranda", is now "Waiting" with the addition of Bix singing the love-lyrics of his wife Darcy; and just in time for Valentine's Day.  What a sweet box of chocolates this collaboration has turned out to be with Thommo, Debra, and the Bixlers.  Have a listen and savor the flavor:)
Check out these fine artist's profiles;
@thommo_tunes
@debra_buesking
and Bix @user-432405235-236877019
Thanks to Dreamstime for the great track photo.

Waiting (Thommo=synth, Bix=vocal, Darcy Bixler=lyrics, Debra Buesking=piano, David Dunham=guitars)

Track 3 from Evanescent, on Triplicate Records, March 2022.  Download the album on Bandcamp: https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/evanescent  Featured as a Bandcamp New and Notable selection.

Also on all streaming platforms.  https://open.spotify.com/album/1x2kz7xlmqxTtRRCiwewiS

Evanescent

Marginalia

My slightly ironic tribute to " the common man"! 
The title is a reference to efforts in the past.

The last track in this album of songs with a beat! LOL!
Turn Turn Turn

Everyman, Justice – Justice for every man!

1
I turn to the North, I burn in ice.
I turn to the South, I’m burned alive.
So I light a fire and open a door –
life is short, don’t wanna suffer no more.

2
I turn to the East, it’s far too bright.
I turn to the West, not enough light.
So I pull the blinds and open a door –
life is short, don’t wanna suffer no more.

Chorus
One of a kind, you can count on me –
I’ll give you my vote, give prosperity.
I more I thrive, the more I strive.
I am the salt of the earth, just look in my eye.
I am the gospel of all that prevails –
Justice for Everyman’s weighed in my scales
and nothing is gonna change!

3
No religion on the factory floor,
no religion at my front door.
The turnstiles take one at a time –
no other reason gonna change my mind.

Chorus

11  Turn Turn Turn

Electronic psych thing with lots of organ.
The electric bass was played by "Dehaas"

Dreams

🖤

Finally working the Volca Drum back into the mix after not having used it for a little while. I like the lofi effect it gives the drum beat. With this track I leaned a little heavier into the Vital VST I've been experimenting with, also used the old minilogue and microfreak. Thanks for listening!

Homeostatic Imbalance

'Another False Flag' is a Fusion track. With the world currently in a state of chaos, the old saying of: 'Think the best, but prepare for the worst' came to mind. So this is me thinking the best and hopefully we can all stay on that track, knowing that 'Another False Flag' could happen at any moment and being prepared for it.

Another False Flag

Kaleidoscopic Sun

This is a song that started with Ian (IPG1 aka Lou) and his amazing vocal stem, of which I really identify with the lyrics. He has a plethora of vocal stems, so if you're interested in making a hip hop song, you did hit him up. He shared this psychiatrist l particular one with Tez (Llanpsych), who put a beat and guitar on it. Tez then sent it to me, and I added the bass and the synth. Then Tez put the solo part in there along with the effects. he mixed and produced it, and an excellent job he always does, too. This is my first foray into making hip hop, though I've listened to plenty. Hopefully there will be more to come.

Purple Microdot (with IPG1 aka Lou, and Llanpsych)

The key to the coming storm
Arriving now, become reborn 
Hacked to pieces in morning dusk
Forever yearning horizons lust

Now we see the daylight break
Shattered in fragmented peace
Shooting trouble in the face
Stacked lying in chalk lines waste 

Weapons power within our reach
Pray for them my soul to teach
Resisting from the oceans depths
The river will run red unless

Change slipping through holes in pockets
No privacy in the eyes of god
The mountain will never surrender
Losing days to cursed calenders

Merging paths to condense the truth 
Fallen under the rising noose
Arise, reveal the truth of sound
Casting out false idols abound

Displacing mirrors in crowded streets
Reflections yearn for us to keep
Peace within our shattered minds
Holding arms, silenced, blind

Weapons power within our reach
Pray for them my soul to teach
Resisting from the oceans depths
The river will run red unless
They forsake their foolish ways
Light a candle, burn their prayers
Replace within a sign so vital
Singing hymns for their survival

Vital Signs

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