As always Peter, You are a wonderful poet and songwriter!! May Leonard rest in peace 😌

great lyrics and vocal delivery as usual..

Mournful homage Peter, that comes out clearly in your voice.

Lovely touches to this, touching tribute. : D

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

Thankful

A soundscape designed to flow though changing scenes, not only using sounds and dynamics but also changes in emotional and physical posture.
I believe everything we touch resonates with our core energy. 
My natural curve of expression seems to always be watching the inner and breathing while letting my connection occur with the unknown and infinite universe. Release your inner angels.

Travelers

I’ve been such a loser
Lost in a mist of renown
The cheers of the crowd
The boos so loud
It all seemed perfectly fine.

And now I seek my redemption
Redemption wherever it be
I climb the cliff
To the edge of self
Look out at the endless sea.
	
And none of this for the first time
Not the first time I’ve been free
I carried my axe
To the end of the track
And struck down the goddammed tree.
 
I’ve been such a loser
Lost in a mist of renown
The cheers of the crowd
The boos so loud
It all seemed perfectly fine.

And now I seek my redemption
I’m looking wherever I can
The angel above
the maelstrom below
It all looks much the same.

And this is not the first time
The first time
That such things could be
I can’t recall where it all began
In the sky or the dark blue sea.
	
 
I’ve been such a loser
Lost in a mist of renown
The cheers of the crowd
The boos so loud
It all seemed perfectly fine.
	
And now I seek my redemption
I seek it wherever it be
I stand at the edge
Of the cliff of self
Look out at the endless sea.

And none of this for the first time
Not the first time I’ve been free
I’ve embraced love
I’ve embraced the dove
And now I’m lopping the tree.

Loser r4

- ALLOY -

Farewell, Leonard
You lived well
Top of the hill
Bottom of the dell.

Now it’s over
Last bus gone
Lights are dimmed
For a final song.

Våle Leonard
Mourn him not
Set on a way
Both cool and hot.

 
Leonard is mixing
Seeds into soil
Nothing is accomplished
Without some toil.

Leonard is busy
When others are not
Understands the dilemma
In which he’s caught.

Vale Leonard
Never a fool
Now set on a path
Both hot and cool.

Farewell, Leonard r3

New SpAce Territory

Space ExPed Venture 1

Inspired by a recent excursion with my son in the Sonoran Desert

Sonoran Bloom

THE TRITONICS (clips)

That feeling when you pass through the clouds and enter the space called the Ether

Alone In The Ether

Fast River

Written, performed and produced by Daniel Natter

May 2023

Dealers Choice

Upādāna

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

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

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

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.

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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.

Farewell, Leonard r3

Peter Grimbeek

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