Male Choir

This is part of an impressionistic interpretation of the 1975 novel by Philip K. Dick. (Track 4 of 23, published on Soundcloud 17 November 2019)

Music: Yankel Muromachi ¦ Words: Philip K. Dick

Information about the novel & full listing can be found on the playlist https://soundcloud.com/yankel-muromachi/sets/flow-my-tears-the-policeman-said

Remaster published on 26 May 2023

I hope you enjoy.

E.

Hospital (remaster)

method: There was this poem I'd written. I asked Jeff (stonerjazz) whether he knew what it sounded like. Jeff returned a full-blown, elaborate acoustic ballad.  Mesmerizing! Just for fun and contrast , I weaved in some shoegaze. This is this song. Headphones are recommended. Thank you, https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679 !
narration: Basically, this is a second part to Vinyl Ventriloquist ("people are busy / completing first lines / ...."). People of similar age and interest will hear some allusions and few quotations. The working title 'amrita' refers to the Indian legend alluded to in the last verse. That milkmaid entered the poem via an idiom in my native language: Milchmädchenrechnung. 

poem / copyright jo richter:

the milkman who used to collect
and replace empty jars
a figment of folklore now
of pageants and rural farce

streamed into raw senses
tuned in to see to forget
there is nowhere to head to now
but right into your head

far away, some milkmaid counts
her hoard of subscription fees
to gather gem regalia
that match the icy queen‘s

and all around the watchtower
wild weeds rise and bloom
swirls of living, breathing colour
where feral painters roam

the mountain king bequeathes
fluid shards of liquid glass
to his river daughters
lunatics dwell on the grass

and orpheus, oh orpheus
sings and plays the lyre
while a tribe of nanobots
dances round the fire

out of their caves, a race
of intrepid homunculi swarm
to join the merry carnival
to feel the bliss, to risk the harm

milky oceans churned by gods
give birth to shapes and sounds
while mythical milkmen undetered
still make their morning rounds

Leave of absence - with stonerjazz

U Mom Rodnom Gradu

Tetra Nimborum Nocte

Video can be watched here:
https://youtu.be/uPIut1pb3xg?si=POEXQbZ_784tptnt
Greetings!

Light my fire, The Doors, kind of cover

https://soundcloud.com/220320/mmxxiiixivrbdwn
https://youtu.be/RaxryStFuGg

MMXXIIIVXDCNTNG

CAN I FIND IT AGAIN

A song I wrote years ago, but for some reason have never posted here. I hope you enjoy it :)

Accompanying video: https://youtu.be/4p2ZgneqRGs

LYRICS:
We left in a hurry, no time for speeches or crying.
On the back of the bus we played "For Nobody" on our way back to the island.
I kicked myself: I should have known.
I didn't see 'til I was home.

Chewed all my pens up to write you a letter
And make up for lost conversation.
We traded secrets, swapped our life histories
Mailed them over the ocean.
And, dropping hints from time to time,
I knew you'd read between the lines.

It took a while to settle down; get bored all over again.
But it's no surprise to realise that life carries on just the same.

And lying awake on a deep winter's night
I dream of a silver horizon.
A boat on the river gathers us up
And carries us back to the island.

Back To The Island

MELEKLER (With Sabiha's vocals)

PRlSONER OF THE FAlRY DUST

It's not how i would choose to live, the love you took from me was not mine to give
I suppose you think you know the truth.
Extrapolation and the lack Thereof, Precursor to the gods above.
and the failure to correlate within the present circumstance the results of actions taken in the past.
This never ceases to amaze and complicate the connecting of the dots
in the purple Haze.
While intellect is Boiling off like steam, A stream of single thoughts that joins the clouds around their heads
Walking in the desert late at night
far from their Bed
on a quest.
though perception of the consequence is not precise
Some scenarios can at least be precieved
and in doing so, can mitigate the original intention.
Is the fairy dust curated by the prisoner in the Mortal Coil?

Life's a Joke
and if you're not laughing
well, the jokes on you
sometimes it Happens
cosmic comedy
won't you set me free
i just want to go Ramblin around, just want to go ramblin around

NO PAlN

We told some lies
we touched the sky
the cliff it sluffed away in heavy rain
and left a gaping gash upon it's face.
it took the trees
it even took the shrubberies

We all sat down on our respective curbs
with heads in hands and played our favorite tunes
performed before and audience that none can see.
you know i really miss your company.
you know i really miss your company.

Rest in reason, move in Passion
living in illusion
living incidentally.
don't you worry about annihilation or creation
Burst asunder
monumental Blunder
little tiny fragments blown past all known horizons.
only to eventually be gathered up upon the waking
and one by one assembled for the rising of the Chorus
for the rising of the chorus.

I've finally got my feet back on the ground
i've finally left that dirty little town.
it's been living in my brain, i guess i found another lane.
and it's real nice out here on the plain.
it's so goddamn clear.
and i'm not feeling any pain at all, no, i'm not feeling any pain at all.

Anthology Act lll

I'm a songwriter, guitarist and singer in that order. I play some bass, keys and drums too. I have been writing and recording songs for most of my life and what you hear on my profile is a selection of my work over the years. 

My songs are a mix of autobiographical and storytelling. I write about family, life and happenings in the wider world.  


COMMUNITY
I genuinely appreciate anybody taking the time to listen and comment. I really make an effort to listen, comment and repost back. 

Thanks for listening! Robert.



CREDITS:
Main profile photos: Frank Peterson and Frank Kind
All other photos: see individual credits

Back To The Island

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