The Woman That Got Away

Over the last 400 years, I have found and lost many things, many people. I treasure those I have found and the memories they have given me. I have left this unfinished and unadorned, as I hope my memories are

Be good

Nick

Photo credit "French Girl", by Richard Vanek, a Slovakian photographer

Memory

Giving And Taking
Cloud Stepping
(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit
the few we have can nearly fit

(Verse1)
If we knew it all, and all, and all
Then nothing would matter
It’s all a puzzle to be solved
We have always been the answer
The plan of god without reward
Evolves in different ways
We are all awake in different dreams
To let the devil play

(Verse2)
Who amongst us hear the screams
Of millions of lives lost, 
and don’t look on it as savagery
And wonder what’s the cost
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost
Are we listening or not
Are we listening or not

(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit
the few we have can nearly fit

Giving And Taking  Vox 90 BPM

uno bianca

Echoes of the Drowned

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter 
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

in an accent long unspoken
in an ancient dialect
curses, blessings, symbols, token
the janitor, the architect
born to care and to dissect
and dream the dream of the unwoken

like a bird within a flight of thought
falling upwards, held within
an endless tunnel copper-wrought
bats, the arching acrobats and next of kin
to passage-dwellers of the interim
who cuddle up head-down and midnight-fraught

about to take flight to the light
like a silent spell and serpent word
burning brightly in the night
like a river’s moon shedding a midnight beam
sheathing the last, unseeing and unseen
sheathing the last remaining sword

scalar fields pt 6 toltec heath

scalar fields pt 6: toltec heath - with stonerjazz

Sempiternal

Lyrics

Yeah, they talk about a pot of gold, a treasure at the end, right?
 But all I see are broken roads, where futures never mend, 
Paved with promises of light, a yellow brick they swore was true, 
But out here in the concrete night, ain't no damn dream comin' through. 
Chasin' rainbows on the blacktop, where the sirens scream and blare, 
Another whisper, soft and empty, vanished into thin, polluted air. 
Worked my fingers to the bone, put my soul into the quest, 
But the only thing I'm findin' is a permanent arrest 
Of potential, of ambition, shackled tight and laid to waste, 
This ain't no land of wishes, just a bitter, lingering taste.

Somewhere over the rainbow, they said the skies were crystal blue, 
But the canvas was a con, the pigments fake, the whole damn view. 
Just another twisted story, sold to souls that longed to fly, 
Now we’re stuck beneath this grey horizon, watchin' all our good dreams die. 
The vivid hues they promised, just a monochrome despair, 
Left with only heavy burdens, and the ghosts of what ain't there.

Used to stare up at the ceiling, see that spectrum in my mind,
 A different path, a brighter ending, leaving all the hurt behind. 
They said "reach for the stars," well, my hands just clutched at air, 
Every single aspiration, just a burden I still bear. 
That "somewhere over the rainbow" turned into a haunting sound,

Of opportunities I squandered, never truly coming 'round.
The echoes of the laughter from the life that could've been, 
Just another silent whisper, where a hopeful dream had been. 
Underneath a cold, dead moon, not a sun, just endless blight, 
Just the wreckage of illusions in this never-ending night.

Shattered Spectrum

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album  - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here:  https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
note by jo: for very real, material reasons, some people describe living entities as "stardust" and "all vibration". in our current, mentally largely dissociated state, it would make as much sense, though, to describe us as "stellar noise". It will take heartfulls of kindness and mindloads of understanding and nuances of acceptance of letting go and so much more to individually evolve into more harmonic states.

it is time, he said, to address the cosmic egg
the liquid consistency of what it holds
and the fact that insects and crusteceans
are clad in terrean space suits of their very own
and human skin can crack and bleed and peel and heal
and their minds are similar to that in more than one respect

it is also time, he put forth in further understanding
that the very nature of awareness, sentience and connection
to the entities we cannot smell or touch in our tuesday state of mind
and our wednesday protocols and even in our sunday suits
and unprotected glowing selves - unless that little voice trails off

and there is nothing left to win or lose or be or presuppose
and see the inside out in four dimensions, to welcome the upside
round and fingers that can shape the world without a tool

or a machine or automated processes and institutions and free
of data that informs the abstract mind but starves the living tentacles
of kindness and a self endowed with all the silence held to listen

that's why you will have to make a bold decision
to overcome your dizzy spinning sputtering state
of fuzzy feeling and self-involved confusion made
and all that fruitless pro- and inhibition
and turn that little voice off in your head
turn that little voice off in your head

(instrumental, including free static noises)

even in the southern realms and climes
the mongrels at the helm and lost in rhymes
tell wicked tales encumbered only by
some long forgotten memory
buried to the burnished hilt
while in a building built by lords and ladies of the cosmic court
while all the scouts appear as tiny lights
of white and red and blue and green
in smokey dreams of sorcery...........

scalar fields pt6 hide and seek

scalar fields pt 8: hide and seek - with stonerjazz

Music for bananas - I do not wait for anyone

This is a elder track,  made it in Cubase Sx3..  Around 20+ years ago..  Now it have got a new master mix in Cubase Pro..   

Liquid Elements (Remastered)

This is what I did.
Fast asleep now
Time was our only enemy 
Be good
Nick

Memory

Nicholas Ridiculous