Always chasing the proverbial carrot on a stick - "We travelled unaware that we’d arrived" - Grateful for the present moment. Grateful you are here Peter!!

very special style. What does the r3/r3a in yous songs mean?

that funny soud contrasts perfectle with the grand piano   love it!

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

wub wubs Ft (James Kayz) ( free DL )

The Train This Morning

an uptempo tune that has resided in my head for a while.  still in process...

a.m. for the road

Human Music (acoustic) - with Carkiss Kilotta

fantasy

At the age of thirty-three
We met as if by chance
A particular kind of chance
A kind of which only sailors speak
We met as if by chance
At the age of thirty-three.

Two vessels near a rocky shore
Driven there by a fearsome storm
For many weeks the storm raged on
Us in a sheltering bay becalmed
Driven there by a fearsome storm
Two vessels near a rocky shore.

One morning the sun came out
We set out on a common path
We started a life-long voyage
Unsure just what we’d find
We set out on a common path
Unsure just what we’d find.

 
We travelled to so many lands
Ending up on a rocky cliff
Surrounded by beasts and weeds
Flowers, eggs, peace, and seeds
Surrounded by beasts and weeds
Flowers, eggs, peace, and seeds.

Such is the journey of a life
We travelled unaware that we’d arrived
We gazed ahead in the midst of beauty
We called out not knowing what we did
We travelled unaware that we’d arrived
We called out not knowing what we did.

At the age of thirty-three
We met as if by chance
A particular kind of chance
A kind of which only sailors speak
We met as if by chance
At the age of thirty-three.

When we were young r3a

Swimming In Sound - - - Eleyan Di Palma

Mars (remix)2,020,201BC

strange world

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

Zumbando - The Sarco ( Noizeproducer Prod. ) 3 de noviembre disponible

Rose (prod. 90s beats)

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.

When we were young r3a

Peter Grimbeek

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