I killed the pharaoh 
You killed the king 
We’re at the same place in time
But we have an all together different meaning 
The space is clear
The dimensions are fleeting 
Their wives are lonely 
when can we dismiss this meeting 

The two assassins never met
But crept about the synchronistic wave
Like shadows covered in night 
The plebeians thought they were brave
But the scholars thought they were right

In the void of tangible power
They thought they could hear it all
But their reality was relative
It was their duty 
It was their call

Stamped hooves beating
Recorded sound non existent
The heated beeping deceiving 
The heaving thoroughbreds 
Of the imagination
Stampeding
Yet, they were never
They were never competing 

She screamed and wailed
The options racing the mind well
What incandescent hell
Have we traced destined lineage to fail?

Whatever it was, rang true
Created a midnight blue hue
To confuse and compel
The empty minds at rest that dwell
Inside their own jail
In a basement in Missouri 

Ah, Hurry hurry it’s on sale
And the inventory is running low
They’ve confiscated your mind
But your pocket is yours though

I’m not sure I’m not sure
That’s really fair

When do we ride
I wanna ride I wanna ride 

Time is an opus
But it ends at the score 
There’s too much to do
And they’re always asking for more 
So I took one final job
So I could retire before 
The moon hit the clouds
And the sun burns for nevermore 

I set off in the magic hour
But the sandstorm’s day had just begun
Trying to put me to bed 
But all I wanted was fun 
The motivating factors shifted
The visual acumen had drifted
The peaches rotted and the (redacted) got (redacted)
Why’d she cry?
Then the midst was misting 

I woke up at what appeared to be a new day
But when you don’t sleep who’s really to say?
I’d poisoned myself so doing to another
Was just another act of good will from his brother
I’d set the palace a blaze and make sure the emperor fell 
His manifesto on taxes and god 
Stood at the mountain top of all that is wrong
Thrice, I visited in the apothecary
Only to remember I had never bought that which you should never carry 
I returned to the force for more
Then realized I had already drunken the cure
I fed my bled to a tube through a vein
What is now sitting in a vile 
It is his destiny, it is his one way trane 

Meet me in the middle
I’m a man on a hill
If the wind blows any harder
There’s no telling where I’ll spill
My guts out on the floor
For those who dream of glory
Where they?what?and who you fighting for?
The man and the money
The man the money
So that’s your interpretation of the land of milk and honey?
Is that how you feel?
Honey, this is for real.

Normal Irregularities

Adjrisisan

Hum Gum Meditation gives you the intelligence and wisdom from Ganesha and Hayagreeva.

Tracks 'Hum Gum Mantra with music' and 'Hum Gum mantra' are supportive tools to the 'Hum Gum Meditation'. They support and strenghten the effects of meditation. You can listen them or chant along while listening.

This was a task Lord Muruga the God of Golden Age gave us and we created it with pleasure through Om Hum Gum Namo.

Lyrics:

Hum Gum Meditation
Horse headed Hayagreeva 
and Elephant headed Ganesha 
wanted to give you a meditation

Hum Gum gives you their Divine intelligence and wisdom

Listen and let sound waves 
of Hum Gum
vibrate inside you 
and go to your brain too

Hum Gum x 54

This was a pleasant task 
for us both 
given by Lord Muruga 
the God of Golden Age
through Om Kleem Hum Gum Namo 



Hum Gum Meditation

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Was originally going to write this as another love song after I had put the music together after a few days.  However, we were about to head out the door to go out of town and these lyrics just came to mind quickly.  So, I decided to take a few minutes before we left and recorded what came to mind and it just came to me quickly.  Hopefully you will enjoy this track as much as I do.  Thanks for listening.

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(Translation above)

Quand les mots tuent plus que les coups de poings, quand le désir de chair ne raccommode pas de tout, quand les serments d'amour sont grignotés par les dents du temps, ne reste que la guillotine de la séparation. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel signe ici et chante avec toute la puissance de sa voix un de ses textes les plus forts. Et la musique de Myckaël Marcovic est à l'image de cette dernière nuit orageuse de ce couple qui se déchire, entre violence et abattement jusqu'au calme final de la désolation subie dans ce champ de bataille d'où nul ne sort vainqueur...

When words kill more than fists, when physical desire cannot mend everything, when vows of love are gnawed away by the teeth of time, all that remains is the guillotine of separation. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel writes and sings one of his most powerful lyrics with all the power of his voice. And Myckaël Marcovic's music reflects the stormy final night of this couple tearing themselves apart, between violence and despondency, until the final calm of the desolation suffered on this battlefield from which no one emerges victorious...

Paroles (lyrics) et voix (vocal) : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic

Nos serments

Dans notre nuit d’orage
Nos mots sont des couteaux
Qui nous livrent au naufrage
Triomphal d’un radeau
Mais quand je m’agenouille
Tu reviens amarrée
Et nos corps dans la houle
Sont deux cœurs déchirés

Refrain :
Ne mêle pas tes larmes
À ma bouche enragée
Quand on n’a plus comme armes
Que nos serments brodés
Nos serments brodés

Brûlante sauvagine
Sur mes lèvres amères
J’ancre sur ta poitrine
Les mots de mes prières
Dans cette heure à crier
Cette heure qui divise
Qui t’arrache éreintée
À ma chair insoumise

Refrain :
…
Que nos serments fardés
Nos serments fardés

Je dévore tes lèvres
Ton regard de tempête
Dans notre ultime fièvre
Jusqu’à l’aube muette
Jusqu’au silence armé
Fuyant à la sauvette
De nos draps dépouillés
Qui signent ma défaite

Refrain :
…
Que nos serments gâchés
Nos serments gâchés

Je n’entendrai plus fuir
De mes lèvres épuisées
Ni le moindre désir
Ni l’espoir détrôné
Je n’attends rien du jour
Ni des nuits qui me brisent
J’ai perdu tout l’amour
De ma Terre promise

Refrain :
Je ne vois plus tes larmes
Devant mes yeux noyés
Et j’ai rendu les armes
De nos serments brûlés

Our vows

In our stormy night
Our words are knives
That deliver us to the wreckage
Triumphant of a raft
But when I kneel
You come back moored
And our bodies in the swell
Are two torn hearts

Chorus:
Don't mix your tears
With my raging mouth
When we have no weapons left
But our embroidered vows
Our embroidered vows

Burning wildfowl
On my bitter lips
I anchor on your chest
The words of my prayers
In this hour of crying out
This hour that divides
That tears you away, exhausted
From my rebellious flesh

Chorus:
...
Than our painted vows
Our painted vows

I devour your lips
Your stormy gaze
In our final fever
Until the silent dawn
Until the armed silence
Fleeing hastily
From our stripped sheets
Which signify my defeat

Chorus:
...
May our wasted vows
Our wasted vows

I will no longer hear fleeing
From my exhausted lips
Not the slightest desire
Nor the dethroned hope
I expect nothing from the day
Nor from the nights that break me
I have lost all love
For my Promised Land

Chorus:
I no longer see your tears
Before my drowned eyes
And I have surrendered
Our burnt vows

Nos serments

Therapy Session

When the seagulls sing

Psychotic

“I don’t have the time”, he said.“I don’t stop till I hit bed.”  
Now he has the time – he’s dead.  They say it was his heart.
She was always on the run.      Did her best to get things done.
No time left for anyone.  And her life falls apart.

Watch your time, I think you’ll see, precisely your priorities.
How you use your time is up to you.  
If time is money, then money’s time. Brother, can you spare a dime?
How you use your time is up to you.  

“Do you have the time?” God asked.“Sure,” I said, “It’s half past.”
That was not the question asked. Could I find the time?
Sheepishly I said I would.  Not real sure I truly could.
Even though I knew I should.  It’s an uphill climb.

Watch your time, I think you’ll see, precisely your priorities.
How you use your time is up to you.  
If time is money, then money’s time. Brother, can you spare a dime?
How you use your time is up to you.  


How You Use Your Time

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

How You Use Your Time

Scott Orr