interesting neat intro...like the morse code of the guitar(?) sending out a message that the vocals give a sense of dread to a bit..Herman sounds like some persons ,vulnerable and fragile

love the setting for this fantastic poem, great unique production. A good find today.

Very interesting collaboration and great reading

Yes, great backing allied to quirky, surreal lyrics.

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

Coldharbour Lane (John Stone)
I know this town so
It holds no surprises
I've worn a path in the pavement through walking around
Watching the wind blow
Watching the grass grow
Here are the parks and the pathways are well trodden ground
Coldharbour Lane
Down to the Water
Had you forgotten
That we were old friends
Let's talk it all over again

Love is n't something
That I can count on
God know I've tried and I've tried and I've struck out again
Why did she leave me?
Why did she hurt me?
Here in this town I've no lovers and only one friend

Coldharbour Lane...

Its been some time now
Since we got talking
Only the names have been changed but the problem's the same
Only the lonely
Only the crying
Know all the rules of the old-fashioned street talking game

Coldharbour Lane...

Coldharbour Lane

Are you looking for some soulful guitar that resonates with your soul? Listen no further, I have you covered.

Sweet Lovin’

Unfortunately, more and more people of music are leaving us. Fortunately, great music remains. Tina Turner passed away a few days ago and that's what prompted me to do this cover.
Video can be watched here:
https://youtu.be/8zl_gyC0rdw
I invited Per (PJ Project) to collaboration. He accepted the invitation (thanks Per!) and added another guitar, bas, drums and mixed it all up. Here's what came out of it. This is placed for now on my YT channel.
https://youtu.be/KaHDTVOnZfY

Tonight, Tina Turner, David Bowie, cover

This is an experiment using Zappa's harmonisation method. A simple melody, harmonised using Z's mathematical approach (played by the xylophone) , then run through an arpeggiator and the result recorded on my Strat. It starts with a chromatic harmonisation and resolves to a more diatonic harmonisation at the end. I resisted the urge to make it 'sweeter' : )

Rational (Electric guitar instrumental)

Herman
Was made of glass
Or should I say
He was born that way.

Transparent
As a vase
Inside his head
You could see thoughts play.

Herman
Could be kind
He could also be
Cruel of mind.

His thoughts
Drifting away
Herman’s friends
Did not stay.

Lured
Onto city streets
The traffic shook him
Off his feet.

One moment
A glass dwarf
The next just fragments
Near a door.

Herman
Was made of glass
Or should I say
He was born that way.

Transparent
As a vase
Inside his head
You could see thoughts play.

The glass dwarf (Techno music provided by Crack Rock Jamz: DayBu$)

In The Shadow Of A Gray Idol

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

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

VoiceLessBop (Kill The Commonds)

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

“Singing under the girder bridge”

ひとふしの歌吹き流れ
行き過ぎる　髪にまつはり
土に浸み入る

The melody of someone singing is blown by the wind and stuck in the hair of people passing by.
Eventually the melody falls to the road surface, soaks into the soil and disappears.

Art work: BiancaVanDijk via Pixabay

Vocals: Two street singers & Vocaloid Yukari

Field recording: Recorded at a certain location in Tokyo.
A train passes over a girder bridge and people and cars pass under the bridge. Two street singers sing 'You were born to be loved', written by Rev Lee Min Sup, under the girder bridge, but people pass by indifferently.

Singing under the girder bridge

Singing Under The Girder Bridge

Montagem Sonhar - Super Ultra Slow

HANNAH BAKER PROD. PRODIGY

saucesosa.

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.

The glass dwarf (Techno music provided by Crack Rock Jamz: DayBu$)

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