love this dust to dust Godot song  brill!

Great spoken vocal. How did you discover me BTW. I have been meanign to take Soundcloud more seriously for ages. I have so many songs I wrote for FAWM that haven't made it to my YouTube Channel (which is where the bulk of my songs are. BERNI (not Bernie) Armstrong if you look me up. The other guy with an "E" is the antithesis of me 😉

fantastic composition and spoken word love your track 🧡

this is a really captivating style you are working on... i'll come back to explore it further

i had to dust off the old speak n spell for this one...rip Steven Hawking....Peter this is Universal Brilliance....string theory nah Sing Theory

we still got it bro, get the dust off, let's go ...RESPECT

meet Peter Grimbeek......to understand his Legend....you must first understand...that HE is A Legend. Listen to his tales as he weaves music together with word, the wit and prowess of the minstrel, he possesses and professes...accept this, and yet alas, it is not endless.....as i wish tho it truly was HELL BENT N RELENTLESS...but i digress.......... .... .... enjoy the next check off on this Enjoyment Checklist.

Peter Grimbeek

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

He stands there
At the water’s edge 
He cannot cross 
He can only look.

Yet his gaze crosses
That watery field
Transmits the essence
Of every book.

Leonard rests
In Shadow Land
A lighter shade
Against the pale.

There is neither
Dark nor light
Nor is there even
Hill or dale.

It is a place
Of quiet foreboding
From which
Silent sailors rise.

Returning
To the water’s edge 
To lean that way
Until sunrise.

Gazing across
That watery chasm
Drawn by old songs
And memories.

Unable to return
To an old Eden
Unable to move onwards
To the sea.

Leonard gazes
Out from the shadows
Peers at a world
Where he cannot be.

Dressed in an old
Natty suit
He stands four-square
In his field of dreams.

Leonard in Shadow Land r3

Reberhead- Electronica-
Patrick Michael-Music- guitar
Inspired by Brian Burchette

REBERHEAD & UNKNOWN SOUNDS - DESERTED [BOTTLENECK VOX MIX] (1)

Randy ran rings
Around the circular table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy was a man
On a curious mission
He wanted to find things
That had truly gone missing.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

For a fee
Or even for free
He’d find anything
Wherever it be.

Randy was approached
To find a table
The round table
Of medieval babel.

Complete with knights
Quaffing fine labels
Sure, said Randy
Put it on my way bill.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Randy sought high
And then he went low
He went everywhere
That Randy could go.

Of course, he found it
Randy being special
At the bottom of a well
In Nova Scotia.

The knights still there
In their fine regalia
Not so lively
Around that table.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy ran rings
Around that table
Turned out he was something
Of a fable.

Randy r5a

Wait! Perhaps there is still hope! Our hero Johnny must fight the war-mongering Mister Disco, the captain of Callisto. Is this the final showdown of our saga? Will our hero save the world, for the present and future generations? Find out by tuning into Callisto Swing!

Nothing’s stopping me from having fun fun fun
Nothings stopping me from having fun
Wake up to the beating of the drum drum drums
Wake up to them beating in the sun


We’re six days away from the end of this world
Seven more til I’m gone
I think we better swing callisto round and round
Swing callisto round and round
Swing Callisto round and around and around, get it on

On the twenty-second hour of the thirty-seventh day
Callisto was wound up like a string
On the finger that hovers over everybody’s fate
The eyeball that watches on everything

Well I dreamed I saw his face I saw the captain of Callisto
His teeth were sharp and pointed like a pistol
But he smelled, like genocide and rubbing alcohol
His crippled feet could barely keep him up to crawl

So I shot him in the belly with a colt 45
And he said he didn’t know he was alive
Yes I shot him in the belly with a colt 45
And for 7 hours he just sat there. He sat there.
He sat there and the mother fucker died

Well now I’m in the vault that keeps it’s eye on everyone
But I can barely hear the drum bum bum bum bup
So I think ill step outside I’ll like the door and eat the key
And go join in with the drummers by the sea

Ghost Rock Radio

Callisto Swing

09. Callisto Swing

A black road is winding
Up over the hill
He’s walked all day
He’s perfectly still.

And life it is fleeting
To no one’s surprise
His youth has all gone
There’s dust in his eyes.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust everywhere
The old man is coughing
There’s dust in his hair.

A cold wind is rising
The grass is quite still
The ghosts are roaming
Up over the hill.

The TV is sleeping
The house is on mute
Tonight he slumbers
His dreams acute.

There’s dust on the mantel
Dust in the air
The old man is coughing
There’s dust everywhere.

There’s dust in his jacket
Dust on the floor
Dust in the kitchen
There’s dust on the door.

His desk is all covered
In photos and junk
Things that don’t work
Things that just might.

There’s dust on the photos
Dust on the chair
Dust in the cupboard
There’s dust everywhere.

Dust in the air2 r2

Acoustic cover - inspired by the YouTube version by fraternal sounds.

Papercut (acoustic cover of Zedd, Troye Sivan)

Thousands of young people were partying at dawn when Hamas militants stormed the Supernova music festival and opened fire.

VVOIDVV

Sound of the fire.
A deep and deliberate dissonance.
A flash to those already there.
Friends of minds entwined.

Samhain - Sound Of The Fire

Upbeat unreleased version of 'Solar Samba' (WBE 2019)

SOLAREX2

lets try

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

DEFVULT - Gesa

ARBOU-Sweet harmony [DARK NATURE CONCEPT]

River song 
11PM Friday 2 November 1992

You were standing at the river
You were singing a love song
When I heard you from a distance 
And I began to follow 

I swam across the river 
Dodging logs and fighting riptides 
In a pained and glorious struggle 
That seemed to take forever

But just when I thought I'd reached you
You turned upon your heel 
Walking on into the jungle 
Leaving me alone to see 
Just your footprints in the sand

You had disappeared completely 
And I could not hear your song
So I stood beside the river 
Waiting for another
But if one should see me there 
Standing at the river
Or heard me from a distance
And began to follow

And swam across the river 
Dodging logs and fighting riptides 
In a pained and glorious struggle 
That seemed to take forever

Should I wait for you to reach me? 
Or turn upon my heel 
Walking on into the jungle
Leaving you alone to see 
Just my footprints in the sand

River song

Lo and behold
The great and wonderful
Day of the Lord
Comes and is close
On that great day
The heavens will shift.

Stars reel about
Earth and all in it
Will ring like a bell.

On that day rejoice
Even if there is
Rain and rough seas.

As the earth breaks
The floodgates of life
Will open once more.

On that fine day
Some ancient tree
Still caught in life.

Will finally fall
And its place 
In the forest be free.

On that new day
Its bursting seeds
Will sing a new song.

When that day comes
Do not greet it with a sad face
Who can refuse
A gift promised in every age.

November 1979

Lo and behold

EVERYTHING took a DAY...

...i got nothin, but i will give ya sumthin

dont use social...havent...wont
proudly abnormal...not conformin for yall
born raw...
all 4 crawl...
stop n stall...
CAUGHT YA ALL awwwwwwww sit!!!


everything I do is one take...one try....one time
Free as I can be
...
ME...
MC JE.


if i freestyle:
its brand new...never written or rehearsed.
if i freeverse:
its written...not rehearsed or prepped.
if i onetake:
its spontaneous, purely unrehearsed.


pics are of me and/or taken by me...or drawn by me...maybe ive taken a pic of a pic...but its my pic...edited...took it.
done.



blah blah blah
bip bip bip
bing bing bing
bong bong bong
GWENG GWENG GWENG!!!


P.S.
MOTHERS DAY IS EVERYDAY.
so......act right. k.


I am Jorden
aka:
Mother Goose, Mute, KidThesaurus/Thesaurus/KidThes/T-H-E, Knewkid, DJ Nedroj, Xeryus, Xerious Gouge, The Kid'Son, Gorden FLY and MC JE......

also...got proof that i been rocking the name
"Xerious Gouge" and  "XXXerious"
 since 2004.

eh...
u b u.
u like that,
maybe i dont.
still love yall tho.

50 comment on tr3ck thet got vid...ill put vid up...tell m3




wut.

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Dust in the air2 r2

Peter Grimbeek

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