Most of my songs come to me just before I fall asleep or just after I wake up. My brain's in a place of peace, quiet and clear headedness at that time, I guess

Dream Come True


In a dream
she came to me
Claimed my heart
so easily

Sent me reeling
Barely breathing
Bedazzled me

Swept me up
in loving arms
with a dash of
magic charms

Helpless feeling
with no ceiling
God's majesty

I can't find
the words to say
to explain
that fateful day

The thunder rolled
All doubts did fold
Might seem a bit cliche

I was taken for a ride
I got to glimpse
the other side

A place of wonder
Unencumbered

It's true

Love came that day

You have made me happy Baby
Everything you freely gave me

Opened up my eyes
What a sweet surprise
You've blown me away

I will start this very day
to show you
in every way

All my love for you
For my whole life through

You're my dream come true

I love you!

You're the one. I always knew
I love everything you do

With you time just flies
Never cloudy skies

You're my dream come true

I am yours from this day on
We have found a magic bond

that no one here can take
A bond that will not break

You're my dream come true

You and I we got it all
River wide and mountain tall

We will find our way
and cherish every day

You're my dream come true

 All I know is
you have made me happy Baby
Everything you freely gave me

opened up my eyes
What a sweet surprise

You're my dream come true

I love you!

Dream Come True

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“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” - Carl Sagan

Shining Star

Well hey now
have you ever just had enough
And hey now
Has it ever become too much

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
A shining star

In every beat of the heart
Is a testament to the part
Of the role we all play
Signed in D-N-A
Coursing through our veins
As foretold
It unfolds

So now, right now
Feel the wonder all around you
And now, right now
Know the mystery that surrounds you

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
Yea
Shining star
That’s what you are
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Ahh

ShiningStar

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Landscape VI.

Words and Music Dave Rose
I reloaded this yesterday but it seems to have gone astray, probably something I did, Doh.

Paul Rose Guitars and Keyboards
Me Vocals, Guitar, Bass and Drums
Lyrics

Looking at old photographs, well I had to laugh out loud
Looking at the hair and the clothes
What were we thinking of

Oh and how the world was changing
And we were being left behind
Like being carried along inside a whale
To another place in time

We all left school for the dole apparently no one wanted coal
And on the Tyne they were no longer building ships
They had all sailed East where it was cheap

Oh and how the world was changing
And we were being left behind
Like being carried along inside a whale
To another place in time

But looking at these photographs doesn't reflect none of that
These faces that I see and that I'm looking at
They're all smiles and attitude and laughs
We've all moved on and sadly some of us are long gone......

Photographs

Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).
 


My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and Jo Richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car

 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine


 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 

the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 

vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 

protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 

i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 

tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 

raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves

 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars

mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-

i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avocado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call

Hakan's Shuffle(the Nitro club mix) in collaboration with Well and Jo Richter-140bpm

As usually, a song about me and I... A bit more powerful than usual, maybe

All was there

New Recording 63

immature

17_A Silhouette Upon the Water

25
instrumental pop, piano, jazz, electronic...
I’m exploring the potential of instrumental music.
I hope you like it.

immature

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