Sometimes you long for this guiding light in the dark of night.

Re-Edit 31.07.2024

Picture taken Sawtooth National Forrest ID, USA

Demo Songs 2023

Sunray at Night

It's just not funny anymore, the conspiracy theories..the hate filled blogs and social media posts..the absurd rhetoric that passes for political discussion these days
It is hard enough for people to get along as it is (for reasons that are not clear to me) but this background noise is making it impossible to survive.

To quote John Prine "it don't make no sense that common sense don't make no sense no more"

lyrics

superman is made of steel
batman has his batmobile
spider man is fast as lightning
yea their powers are really frightening
but there is one who tops them all
Someone more powerful I can't recall
Someone with no thoughts at all
we call him stupid man

super eyes that can clearly see
to the tip of his pointed nose
super ears that clearly hear all the voices in his head
nerves of steel.no remorse no sense of fear at all
since he doesn't;t know what he's got
he is not afraid to lose it all

there is no truth he can't defeat
by stomping it with his feet
there is no lie that's so far gone
that he can't embrace and sing its song
lizards in the White House
democrats drink baby blood
the moon's not. real its a laboratory
the earth is as flat as can be

King Kong pounds his mighty chest
Godzilla roars out his fiery breath
but stupid man can top them all
he bellows out his rage to all
cause someone told him this was bad
and someone told him that was worse
he doesn't take the time to think
his eyes are shut so he doesn't blink

don't bother him with truth or facts
things for trivial pursuit
He 's busy saving the world from everything that's not like him

so fight on fight on stupid man
until there is no one left but you
then you can learn to fear yourself
and bring an end to this crazy talk

Mighty stupid man

Guitar, drums, effects, one improvisation take
Musically speaking ... Lat'n Loop'n

Latin Loop

'my own hell'

Most thoughts of mine, well, they must be contained.
Yet somehow they still form words I shouldn't say.
And sometimes I need to be locked in a cage.
Until I can demonstrate that I can manage my brain. 

Why are you fucking with me?
Oh, so abundantly.
It's fucking hard when I can't trust me.
Or anybody else.
So, go on bludgeoning me
until I'm obsolete, 
for this shit will always, forever repeat.
I've become my own hell. 
But I will prevail.
Catch some wind in my sail.
And go blaze my own trail...

my own hell

You always seemed to have the appetite
You always seemed to have the drive
You were voted most likely to succeed at everything
But now you’re just another drone working nine to five

You’re thinking to yourself this isn’t good this isn’t right
This is not how you planned to be spending all your life
You think about those dreams of yesterday
As you go about your uneventful day

Every you tell yourself

Tomorrow everything’s goanna be okay 
But tomorrow’s always a day away
Here’s hoping that tomorrow finally comes

Your life was not supposed to turn out quite this way
Everything was goanna fall in place
You set out looking for a great adventure
But you didn’t even get a little taste

Tomorrow everything’s goanna be okay 
But tomorrow’s always a day away
Here’s hoping that tomorrow finally comes

You’ve got a shelf full of self help books 
Not one of them’s done a damn thing
But it’s not over until the fat lady starts to sing
Procrastination’s like black hole 
It can suck you in
Feels like you’re fighting a battle 
That you’re never going to win

Tomorrow everything’s goanna be okay 
But tomorrow’s always a day away
Here’s hoping that tomorrow finally comes

Procrastination Song

A remixed oldie. Warning: The lyrics of this song contain depictions of interpersonal violence and suicide. That said: Hello… Glad you dropped by. Since I have been busy gardening lately, I haven’t been on SoundCloud all that much. But today… June 17th, it has been cold and rainy, with some snow (yes, snow!) predicted for tonight. So I have tarps and covers ready to go, to cover the frost sensitive plants. Years ago, when I first posted songs here, my exuberance often blinded me to just how bad those songs were. So I ended up posting and deleting songs all the time. Once a dude asked if I was using a mic, as the ‘white noise’ machine hiss of the HD was unbearable. He said it in the kindest of ways. I did end up getting a mic and also did a song thanking him. Other times, I used to introduce my songs with a deep, drawling voice. That was hilariously comedic. Another dude laughed so hard when I was first learning to sing. I posted a song with me warbling from baritone to high falsetto…. OMG. Later, I laughed too. People here were graciously patient and kind as I struggled to learn music way back when. Unlike a friend’s parents who chased him in an effort to take away his banjo and he never played music again. So thanks for bearing with me, as I test out vocal harmonies that really don’t work, or just wing a song, with no rhyme of reason. Or when I rant and howl about this or that. Because that kindness has allowed me to explore music in a way I never would have before.  Mark

Lammbone's Album

Equanimity And Loss

This is my rendition of an old, irish folksong. 
My instrumentation:
irish bouzouki
greek bouzouki
acoustic guitar
harmonica
electric bass

Danny Boy - Irish folk song

Beautiful waltz our friend Ricardo was bringing from Portugal - and Caro found perfectly in with her viola... Birthday party for Alina and Günther July2024 😊

104 Porto

Hope Realized Lies Beyond

Determination Of Exploration

morning coffee

An instrumental with a twist for all the Latin lovers out there ♥️

Dipping A Toe In Salsa Dip

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.'

Latin Loop

Seelensack