holy shit        ...well, this is another classic

the song holds me captive for its entirety...u could have made it a day....and a day later...there id be content and awaiting more music

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

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

boom bap vintage

Speaking with my lawyer
Monday 30 December 2024

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He says be careful what I say
Should I meet up with the troll king
As I go along my way.

I’ll climb a golden mountain
Climb it all the way
When I reach the fountain
I’ll sit there all the day.

Speaking with my lawyer
He advised me what to say
When talking with the troll king
Just don’t look away.

I can see a golden city
On the horizon far away
I think that I could reach it 
If I could sleep just one more day.

Speaking with my lawyer r3

HELLJOSHO X TOADY- pass the perc (PROD BY TAXFRAUD)

TB-remix

I advanced east into the setting sun
Climbed up stairs from roof to ground
Strove for heaven and turned around
Embraced freedom without a sound.

Became a Buddhist by worshipping time
I drank water and then I drank wine
Swam the Nile, washed up on the shore
Recited the alphabet for an encore.

I turned right and inside out
Whispered until it became a shout
Shuffled cards all day in the square
Wrote three books a week for millionaires.

Began with nothing, won every race
Times changed; I lost my place
Gave up trying to end my life
Played the bagpipes, danced with a knife.

I grew older until I became young
Relied on intuition until it became numb
Exercised until I lost the thread
Gave up running and dined instead.

I never left a table full or empty
I never met a person but I met plenty
Ran away for another season
Always looking for a better reason.

Duality r5

v8 growlin (wip)

https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/1459277
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Memento Mori: an artistic symbol or trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death. The concept has its roots in the philosophers of classical antiquity and Christianity, and appeared in funerary art and architecture from the medieval period onwards.

In other words: an object serving as a warning or reminder of death, such as a skull.
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production: @xkouhai
mastering: @xkouhai
inspiration: my soul gem

memento mori.

Whats it take to let my guard down?
I got a blade on my right just to calm down
Calm down
Extension clips
Got you alarmed now
I gotta stay low
Plotting on a bankroll
Get the bag go to the next show
Shawty ass so fat
Like a tank tho
Living comfortably if youre wondering
You slave your days away 
Looking for some peace
I walk out my door all i see are trees
Shadows in the halos
And im really glistening
Baby wanna come with me
Ill show you many things
If you think im lying 
Take you another planet
I dont gotta say shit 
Im quiet and arranged bitch
Im lil misa and i gotta new fragrance
What you say bitch
Got me blade besides me
In the night trying to feel alive
Yeah its really my time
be my Cinderella
trust me with your whole heart I can have us setup 
take you with me
are you ready this a co op mission 
good girl i’m her king so she always listens 
   come see a whole new world 
nothing in this dimension 
sleeping on me i get it cause i sleep in 
we never show weakness
circulation, 4 seasons 
   kkyyogre misa not a game 
i shoot with perfect aim 
she got a blade
i got a blade, on my fanny pack
i let it swang 
   let it hang like a chain 
cut the opps… bloodstains 
crazy 4 you I’m deranged 
addictive like Mary Jane

Glistening (kkyyogre) (sleepyy)

stronger than any drug x taiyo

thanks :^]

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

A howl of noise drowns the signal from a higher place
Standing waves in the cosmos of time and space
It must be time to re-tune the radio
Climb the roof and turn the an-ten-na
It must be time to power up the sky, oh yeah
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

A surge of power comes and then it goes
The universe is naked then it slows
The light reveals all gently, then it dims
What goes up comes down repeatedly
It must be time to climb the slopes my friend
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

So, touch the wall, it's time to start again
Turn your eyes and conjure up a wind
Til you can see the winding road ahead
Til you can see a palace on a hill somewhere
It must be time to dream your dreams afresh
It must be time, be time, it must be time
It must be time, be time, it must be time.

All repeats again

7:30 pm Monday 1st of March 1993

Static r3

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.

Static r3

Peter Grimbeek

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