Many thanks to the wonderful Sander - Wane of Summer - for once again agreeing to a collaboration. His stunning original composition: https://soundcloud.com/wane-of-summer/ephemeral-echoes

this miraculous planet is all that matters - how much time have we got?

I look at you . .

swaying like a baby  /   learning to walk
mesmerised by the light  /  as it falls between the leaves  /   seeing the world 
unfold around me  /   all I needed  /   was there  

 
clouds     float in skies     carry light      through the trees
they lift my heart     like that look     in your eyes     
in a world that's simply free

now this chaos     where does it lead us?     what are we to do?
sometimes     it feels like a waste of time
but then, my love     I look at you     I look at you 

with so much hatred     so much greed
where is the love     the love we need?

so from these broken shores     we set forth      into rising seas
how far to that clean, fair world     where we'll live in peace?

this miraculous planet     is all that matters     how much time have we got?
will we be able   to save ourselves?     maybe, baby     
maybe not

sometimes    it feels like    a waste of time     
and I just don't know    what to do
sometimes it feels like    a waste of time
but then, my love, I look at you         I look at you . .

pour toi, bébé

x  : )

I look at you - Wane of Summer (+ltp)

Her feet hardly touched the ground
back then
back then buried.
Angel, dead, black.
Pale angel dead.

The beams creaked in sways.
Hot curse, fever coals.
Her mother, psychiatrist superior
right on her Baldwin ivory
abandon secret valley.

Memorial puddles reflecting
the tower of the trees.
Her satellite lingers on night breeze
over millionaires cemetery.

The pedestal tipped.
Blue policeman balloon.
Paid off.
The cellar keys.

Weary investigator 
in the rain.
What has the gutter blocked?
Wild and gutted.

Aftermath of madness.
Catch the last 
tornado siren
in the skullcap.
Walk alongside goodbye.

Said the sorries.
Heeded the warnings.
The chemistry is ajar.
Leave him to the magnolia flurries.

Black bounded calfs.
Hot leather exhaust.
August plateaus.
Orange pressed.
Inspiration juiced.
Blood follows gravity.

From within it's confines
when hearts give in.
Lips sewn.
I should have known
but away, it would have over taken me
not to gone alone.

Glass wrecked.
Totaled entirely.
Voided code.
Waiting on the rope
to taut.

Words by Riley Robinson

Convalesce

I've always wanted to play this because it is one of my favorite songs. Let's just say it has been on my to-do list for a couple years and I've always been afraid to attempt it. Thank you for listening!! I appreciate you!

Yamaha Acoustic Guitar
Peavey Bass
6 different woven synths
Vocals

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

Round the Bend (Beck Cover)

Two of Pentacles
Balance, flexibility, and adaptation in the face of change. This track weaves cyclical rhythms and shifting motifs, echoing the ongoing act of juggling priorities and staying afloat amidst life’s changes.

Resource Pack
As with every Tarot Tape, this volume includes a bonus resource pack - available both as a standalone download on Gumroad and included with the Bandcamp release's download in the readme file. Tarot Tape I includes a 16-patch bank for Arturia Pigments that contains 16 patches from the 3 tracks contained in this volume.

Read more: https://spooqs.space/music/tarot-tape-i/
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Arturia Pigments Patch Bank: https://spooqs.gumroad.com/l/jvkczd

Two of Pentacles

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest,
the one who laughs for no reason
and dreams without looking ahead.

Let them not dim his gaze,
nor steal away his mirrors,
where he still sees mighty castles
and ships built out of wishes.

Don’t silence his laughter,
don’t cover up his sky,
don’t sell him hollow truths
dressed in the price of goodbyes.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let no one tell him “grow up,”
as if that were some great quest,
nor drag him through the alleys
of a world grey and story-less.

Let him wander barefoot
through the puddles of memory,
with a stick as his brave sword
and a flower as his secret.

Let no one kill the child—
though at times he may be still,
he saves me from the sadness,
and defends me from the chill.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let No One Kill the Child L.Rivera

CHAN TY

Funk Monk

Instrumentation

-Acoustic Picked (432 A - Drop D - Capo 6)
-Piano played on keys
-Soul Organ player on keys
-5 String Bass Guitar
-Vintage drum line with Chinese kit
-Vocal runs x 2


Muse Manifest

Manifest my muse
Mount melody to mind
Choice of chest we choose
To save daily our time
Melifluous me
Mending old fire with water
Grounded Earth
Creed of green
I mute the mires in my quarter

Trend positive train
Each moments' new name
No malady silences this humans sane
Manifest my clues
Count melody kind
Mathematical fused
In fine future we find

Muse manifest
Fuse for the chest

Our rhyme clean rust
Musical swept path
Hard feelings are honed
Prescious lessons of past
These cards of creation court growing our feel
Fine future is found
Fort flowing fits real

Health of my heart
Wealth of my neuron
Plasticity parked
Released to natural song
One step at a time
Life's positive climb
This golden existence makes maker of time

Tuned to my love
Life's web will we wove
Harmony high
Hues hose all colours to cove
Muse manifest might melody mined
Fuse for my chest
Health of future we find

Where will we wind way
Tamed time thoughful play
Make tool
Garden wire
We'll let borebom show ' way
As dream we're awake
Existentyial kind cake
Ingenuity fill
Wind way now
Still will

Tuned to my love
Life's web will we wove
Harmony high
Hues hose all colours to cove

Muse manifest 
Fuse for my chest
Be your best
Muse manifest
Fuse for chest

Muse Manifest

Melencholy of Mystery (Poem)

within my dreams

space oddity

My name is Robert. I'm from the bay area in northern California. I've been living in Japan for the past decade. I've been a playing music since I was in junior high school. I play guitar and sing in in a band called Psychic Homies Homies from Hanamaki, Japan. Recently  I've been listening to lots of music like Sonic Youth and MBV. I grew up listening to Bay Area punk like Operation Ivy, Jawbreaker, and Crimpshrine. I'm totally open to collaborating on music in almost any genre so feel free to send me a DM. Thanks for checking out my profile.

space oddity

Robby D Jones

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