Urban Fish

Wild Romance

The music for this song was written years ago for a different band I was in.  The original title was "Where's Tomorrow Go?" and had different lyrics, and was sung by another singer.  Unfortunately, that band is no longer active, and I always liked the instrumental I'd made for this tune, so I finally decided to redo it with my own lyrics and vocals.  I figure a more serious song is in order after my last upload.  I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Another wasted day has come to pass
Another page left blank in my book
Even if I try to scribble something down
Who the hell would ever want to take a look
I just can’t think of where to start it all
But I think I know how it will end
The second act is dragging on for too long
As I figure out the message it will send

Always find myself needing to be the villain
Could never see myself being the lead
A good protagonist needs to be stimulating
Something to relate to that I don’t have, but I need
I suppose I’m just looking for an excuse
To justify my existential dread
The prologue doesn’t lead up to any intro
Will I have the nerve to write any words before I’m dead 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my vocabulary
Or if it’s lack of motivation
That prevents me from articulating the words
That would paint the mental illustration
A picturesque account of something more than life
To be remembered for the ages to come
Can I be the hero, or the mischief maker?
Can I find the courage to do what must be done?

In a hundred years will there be anything
Left to prove that I existed at all
What would it take for people to remember me?
A legendary rise to fame, then perhaps a great fall
Good deeds are so often forgotten about
Yet evil doings are immortalized
Who remembers the benevolent Roman Leaders
When the evil ones intrigue us more

The Book Of Life

My sister Cindy wanted me to write music for her. It is becoming increasingly hard to play and that makes me sad.  I have lay so far back in my powerchair that I can't see the controls. I can't tolerate sitting up, it's too hard to breathe. Some days I can't even get out of bed.

My son attached a projector to my computer so my screen is now 6'x4', and I have a small keyboard I hold in my hand. So I try to keep up, but it takes much longer to do anything. ALS is not easy to deal with. It's important to stay positive and make good use of the time I have left.

Something To Remember Me

R-Earning Solitary

Running Day

words, sounds and composition: jeff gardiner and jo richter(@sonic-textures)

Jeff and I both feel the grieve of letting go. In times like these, though, it might be wiser to move unpredictably. Our special thanks go to the memory of Carlos Castaneda, whose novels and gesta and concepts of reality had had quite an impression on our respective minds when they were a lot younger and infinitely more malleable. It's been a blast!
(a note from stonerjazz) 
The photograph of the lovely bench taken by Jo reminds me of the conversations between Carlos Casteneda and Juan Matus while sitting on benches in city parks  about Magic and human beings and the sheer wonder of this existence--the empty bench signifies  their absence in a most poignant way and the final installment in this definitive journey-- and yes indeed it has been a Blast!:)
please find the complete scalar field collection in it's proper order at soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields and coming NOW to Bandcamp as an album too 😊

part I: journey's end
on the brink of sanity
patterns to puzzle a lot from
radiance translates as "shree"
illuminates the rhizome

as alchemists nurse sympathy
stellar drone and terran hum
dot the i and cross the t
I am many, we are one

and when the falcon's freefall flight
devours Osiris' agony
you sit, you breathe, you call it a night for feathers defy gravity
you have no name, you have no weight uncirculate demummified

Part II: journal's end
Even though, small and uninformed
he seemed to know and though he tried
to get a fix on how and why and when and where
Explanations, few and far between
appearing only in a dream
forgotten in the waking
while brains are baking
and crud is caking on the carcass
while it's slipping in it"s standing
exponentially expanding disappointments
take their toll,
even though, wouldn't trade
this moment for a nickel or
for anything at all
graduated, grateful, gratified beyond belief
time's the culprit
time's the thief

scalar fields pt13 Journal's end with Jo Richter

This is how it’s done / FRAWSTAKWA & Paploviante
Lyrics and vocals written and performed by FRAWSTAKWA
@frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/tobedetermined-frawstakwa/this-is-how-its-done-160bpm
Paploviante: Music, Bass, other Instruments, Mix and Mastering

This is how it’s done (frawstakwa&Paploviante)

Wodwo and I return with another.

Please visit with Wodwo here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Cover art: Wodwo

The Pendulum Swings

Les chemins de nos vies sont souvent parsemés de questions.
The paths of our lives are often filled with questions.
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer Arranger / Guitar / Bass
Régis GAUBERT : Arranger / Keyboard
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter / Singer

Lyrics
Au tournant de nos routes on laisse des visages
Des amitiés dissoutes ou parties en voyage
Il y a les heures qui tournent et le temps qui se fige
Des naufrages qu'on détourne mais qu'on garde en vestige

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Quand on se dépoussière on retient l'essentiel
Ça brille à la lumière juste un confidentiel

En détournant nos doutes on gomme des images
Des erreurs qu'on redoute comme un droit de passage
Y'a ce train qui s'en va et toi qui reste en gare
Le prochain est pour moi attention au départ

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
La vie n'est qu'une seconde pas une minute à perdre
Faisons le tour du monde au risque de tout perdre

En parcourant les routes on voit des paysages
Des clichés qui s'ajoutent à nos maigres bagages
Ces années qui s'échouent qui ne reviendront pas
Autant de rendez vous où l'on n'était pas la

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Avant qu'elle ne s'achève vivons à l'heure d'été
Si le ciel n'est qu'un rêve rien qu'une absurdité

At the turning point of our paths, we leave behind faces
Friendships dissolved or gone on a journey
There are hours that pass and time that stands still
Shipwrecks that we turn away from but keep as relics

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
When we dust ourselves off, we remember what's essential
It shines in the light, just a secret

By turning away our doubts, we erase images
Mistakes we dread like a rite of passage
There's that train leaving and you staying at the station
The next one is for me, watch out for departure

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Life is just a second, not a minute to lose
Let's travel around the world at the risk of losing everything

Traveling the roads, we see landscapes
Shot that add to our meager baggage
These years that are running out, that will never come back
So many appointments we didn't keep

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Before it ends, let's live in summertime
If the sky is just a dream, nothing but absurdity
© Philippe SEGUINARD/Régis GAUBERT/Guillaume DULER Novemdre 2025

Tous les si j'avais su  TRANSLATED

Sunday afternoon jam ... Simplicity!

Good old and cheap Venom synth and guitar.

Complexity

No AI tools were used!

The bottom line is that the older we get and the more we experience, the less certain we are about things we once thought we knew for sure.

So life has taught me that all I know is that I know nothing!

And I look with sadness and horror at the present state of the human world!

But - 'Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.'

Complexity

Seelensack