tror jeg går og legger meg
æ'kkeno på TV
ikke at jeg kjeder meg
faktisk trenger jeg litt fred og ro
og ellers trenger jeg ikke no'
så lenge jeg får leve

føler mæ'kke alltid like bra
det varierer litt fra da til da
noen kan jeg tåle
andre vil jeg helst ikke ha
kunne like gjerne dratt herfra
men vet ikke hvoren jeg skulle dra

kanskje er det selvopptatt og smålig
å snakke om å føle seg litt dårlig
når klodens situasjon er mer alvorlig
en pandemi som nå ser ut til å bli årlig
et klima som er alt annet enn vårlig
kunnskapsforakten er utålelig
men ingenting er helt vilkårlig
og min ir burde være er helt forståelig

men så inimellom hender det jo
at jeg kjenner meg bra
at jeg våkner en morgen, tjoho
uthvilt, opplagt og glad
det er nesten ikke til å tro
hvor kommer denne gleden fra?
men jeg har jo mitt
og jeg har jo mine
så jeg kan roe'n litt
og slutt'å grine
en stakket stund
slippe klodens mareritt
ut av syne

Tror Jeg Går Og Legger Meg

Saturn’s Moon

blac sun flower

You're so good to me, you're so sweet
You don't have to be, you just can't quit
You make me see, the world is not complete
Without you and me between the sheets

You're So Sweet

peaceful skies

This is a about the late night jester -- Stephen Colbert
and the lord of the fief -- CBS
 
Seems I've been shown the way out
Said the Jester to the Lord of the fief
I sense, maybe, some doubt
But still no reprieve

I hear complaints 'bout expenses
And hollow praise with funny vibes
Just admit you were offended
By the naming of the big fat bribe

Low IQ Donald praises the lord
knowing his wits are too feeble
To match any joker
His skin glistens ochre
(like a fried chicken gone stale)

Envy is his impetus
Adorned with insult and derision
Gluttony shades his gimpus
His biology is in recession

Far beyond the mountain
I see the sky comes dancing
Reaching for the finger of the Lord
Failing and flailing toward
the abyss

And the sky comes tumbling down

Late Night Jester

Hope I'll see you soon
maybe friday afternoon
we could go for a walk
don't wanna walk too far
we'll find a coffee bar
where we can sit down and talk
'bout everything and all
big things and small
forget about the clock
until the evening gloames
and you walk me home
where I put the key in the lock

Friday Afternoon

I wanted to apply a 2 chords progression to a new song, but was constantly reminded of other songs on 2 chords and wound up writing a medley of three pieces.

From 1966,. "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield, with Stephen Stills as song writer and lead singer, and Neil Young, Bruce Palmer, Dewey Martin and Richie Furay as co-members.

From 1969, "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by The Rolling Stones, with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards as songwriters, Jagger as lead singer, and Brian Jones, Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts as co-members.

From 1972 "Walk on the Wild Side" written and sung by Lou Reed.

2 Chords Medley

This is the latest version of a song that I wrote when I got my first MIDI software in th 1980s. I wrote the second version when I got my first DAW after I retired in 2013, and that version is the audio track on my YouTube video "Fuzzy Foliage" from 2015. (https://youtu.be/Tdp8cYovUY0)

Foot Notes

I wasn't ready for this
what did I miss
I don' recall being warned
unless I count being scorned
Yet hindsight makes me see
veiled hints likely meant for me
but not well versed in games
I didn't take the hints, so I am to blame

wether or not, as it may seem to be,
it's over and done with for you and me
learning to master clever games
might be a way to circumvent shame
but that ain't my way
I prefer to stay
sincere and mostly harmless
not slick and charmless

honest is not stupid
earnest is not boring
trusting is not gullible
straightforward is not foolish
 

What Did I Miss?

The commander in mischief
gives us no relief
his idiotic tarreef
causes a lot of grief

the orange king's hallucinating
riots all around
nocturnal fits of rage
in all caps expound
ICE is on the double
dressed for halloween
lookin' for trouble
bringin' schackels and skeans

we don't need a king
don't want a president who clings
we don't need a king
we need a potus who can sing

farmers are despairing
soybeans do not sell
jobs are disappering
we're not feeling well
most food is not affordable
water isn't clean
foundation is unstable
house is cavin' in

we don't like James Vance a lot
don't like him at all
a furniture harlot
outlines his eye balls
We don't want a garden
paved with concrete
We dont need a ballroom
ninety thousand square feet

Need No King

Way back in the previous millennium I used to play in a band. These days I only do programmed music, tending toward funk, with aberrations.

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