An ode to a 29 ys old, huge (at least six feet up to the shoulder…) Westphalian gelding i know and love quite (... :)...) well, named LKW (LastKraftWagen = Lorry)


09.11.2022: Lorry died today and now the ode also has become a requiem...
He's a legend to me, for he taught me to have no fear, RIP...


Ye’ Olde Lorry 

There they come
I already heard and smelled the engine
when they drove on the farm
They come with a bucket full of this Irish mash along
That they prepared at home, that they prepared with love
With carrots and some senior food 
That is always lifting my mood
I can feel how my teeth start to chew
With a deep relief…

I feel their unconditional love,
When she brushes my body so gently
And afterwards combs my long tail
Then she scrapes my hoove out
In former days the bridle was put on
Then i was saddled and we’d walk on a perfect riding trail
Then we  would just fly over the stubble fields
Passed shallow riverbeds in the glittering sun
I felt her taking deep breaths
Exhaling grief and sorrowness
Releasing all the locks and getting relaxed...

Now i’m already quite old
Since a couple of years we just do no rides together no more
I think it’s okay that way 
Strolling with my mates 
Over the meadows day by day
Malming grass and hay 
Sometimes we still go out for a walk through the countryside
Where the blades of grass are swinging in the wind nearby
Now and then I stop and gaze pensively at the sight 
Then she rubs her nose in my fur
And she is clapping me gently and both of us give a content sigh …

Ye' Olde Lorry

do you know what you want?

the same time everyday at the end of school
I’ll meet you in the grove where your books are strewn
you read your lines out loud to me
portray your role so flawlessly
the dramaturgy shown is your gift for sure
I clap and you bow in your play couture
a curtain falls and ends the scene
I feel your body wilt

when you stand and you're still
and you hold it until
you can’t breath anymore
maybe open the door
there’s a stair you can climb
make one step at a time
till you know what you want 
till you know what you want 
if you’re sad and you cry
wipe the tear from your eye
you’ve got so many tones 
painted dark in your sky
but you hang onto me 
like a lock hold a key
do you know what you want?
do you know what you want?

dreams thrive and they crest while delusions wane
the dawning of tomorrow ends all yesterdays
a sleeve to warm a shoulder
when autumn winds get colder
I’ll keep you in my heart when you’re far away
in a distant city on a brilliant stage
the day you read your lines to me
and kissed my cheek for luck

when you sit in your seat 
and you can’t calm your feet
and the walls start to close
and your heart starts to beat
and you run down the hall
and the clocks starts to crawl
till you know what you want
till you know what you want
when you walk in the crowd
with your head in the cloud
and your trying to think 
but the hum is to loud
will you hang on to me 
like a lock hold a key
do you know what you want?
do you know what you want?

Do You Know What You Want?

UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE


HE’S A SPIRITUAL MAN IN A MATERIAL WORLD
LA VIE A SON PRIX ASTRONOMIQUE
HE CAN’T STAND A SNIPE BUT LOVES ANY BLUEBIRD
LE CIEL EST ORNITHOLOGIQUE
C’EST LOGIQUE 
MAIS ERIC
EST JUSTE UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE
YES ERIC
C’EST LE CAPITAINE FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE DOESN’T CARE FOR DOUGH 
AND DOESN’T GO FOR  BLING BLING
IL SE MOQUE DE GAGNER DES BRIQUES
THE SPEEDIEST OF QUAKERS WITH NO SOCIAL STANDING
NON SA CAROTTE N’EST PAS LE FRIC
C’EST LOGIQUE
CAR ERIC 
IL MET LES VOILES SUR SON BRICK
YES ERIC
C’EST JUSTE UN MEC FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE’S A SMOOTH NAVIGATOR
A LEGENDARY CHRISTMAS CAKE MAKER

 
CAR ERIC
IL MET SES PAROLES EN MUSIQUE
YES ERIC
C’EST LE CAPITAINE FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE WILL JUMP ON ANY BOAT COS HE CAN’T STAND THE BEACH
AIN’T THAT TYPIQUE OF ERIC
SO YOU CAN ASK MCGURK LE STUMBLE OR DOBSER
THEY’LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF MAGIC
IT’S A KIND OF MAGIC


FÉERIC
MAGNIFIQUE
YES ERIC
POÉTIQUE ERIC
SOMETIMES ÉROTIQUE
FANTASMAGORIC ERIC

UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE (Lyrics) Song for Eric

Sell Me Mrs Rita

Back in the late 80s and before the 1992 Gin Blossoms song, Mrs Rita was an oldschool Tempe AZ psychic card reader home business in a small old bungalow along University Ave in Tempe USA. The house still has a sign out front advertising physic card palm readings. Mrs Rita is a remnant of Tempe before chain breweries, condos, office buildings, and corporate commercial mania took over and demolished and rebuilt much of the town, beginning in the late 1980s. The era of Mrs. Rita was from back when sticky floor cinderblock bars and cheap pitchers of Miller Light combined with chicken wings and late night live-music to produce influential mainstream bands with worldwide radio play. Tempe was like a mini Seattle with dry heat an desert sun and much friendlier 90s grunge kids 

Tempe’s Gin Blossoms are still at it and play this tune about the hometown roadside psychic - and she’s still down the street from where Long Wongs was, where they played that song hundreds of times. And that song can be still found on the radio every single minute of every day ever since and I’m doing my best to keep it going, not tired of it yet - will never happen 

Key PowerPoint summary list of take-away bullet items about the Gin Blossoms Mrs Rita:
* Mrs. Rita became famous when the Tempe band Gin Blossoms named the song after her. She is still there has been renting the same small 1920s house for three decades 
* I tried to go there for a reading one evening with some drunk friends circa 1991 but she said we needed an appointment and told us to come back later - I thought she would have known we were coming over, maybe she did…
* A nine-story luxury apartment complex with a Whole Foods was built across the street from Mrs. Rita's Spiritual Awakening Center in 2018
* Iconic psychic Mrs. Rita apparently didn’t see in the tarot cards that her longtime downtown Tempe house was listed by her landlord and sold shortly thereafter for $2.9 million. Her rent must be astronomical €£¥
* Fact: Mrs. Rita wasn’t aware the house was listed for sale when she was contacted by The Arizona Republic Newspaper - I did my research 
* The band’s guitarist Jesse Valenzuela posted the listing for the property on his Facebook page when he found out. His only comment: "Mrs Rita house for sale." One of his friends posted, "sell me Mrs Rita..."

Yelp Review Mrs Rita's Palm Reading - Tempe, AZ - https://www.yelp.com/biz/mrs-ritas-palm-reading-tempe

JTS

Mrs Rita

This is a STONERJAZZ and Tea R Sea trip.   I was happy to play on this, big fan of the Smoking Trout material.  

The second installment of Smoking Trout's EPIC tale of adventure, love, heartache, and a bunch of other stuff, in the travels of the "Hobo Cyberpunks" and the "BUS"

Tea R Sea(Terry) Producer, Synth, percussion, artwork
Uziel - vocals,keyboards(clarinet)
TexMex Shamen (Stephen) guitar
Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches (Jo Richter) percussion, lyrics
StonerJazz(jeff) Lyrics, vocals, percussion

lyrics

you may have heard the creaking noise and tiny footsteps n the darkened corridors
that stretch to the southern boundaries of the unpolluted parts
where souls are living with total disregard for the nature of the Holy Dumpling
floating on the cosmic stew that simmers horizontally to your soul ln your heart

Traveling with the HOBO CYBERPUNKS, l learned a thing or two from the leader of the band Cosmic Stu who ln a wild tangent and a Rant, described a different spot
a filthy plot, invaded by tribe of bots, who stank of superficiality
an opportunity that he lost

The teachers teach ln empty auditoriums to pupils lost ln 4 inch screens
sequestered ln squalid scenes, that go unnoticed as useless information ls gobbled up and gobbled down ln every home and every town
Put the monster down and walk away He sald,
lron John ls not afraid of the queen
and even though the prince ls doomed
the purpose doesn't change

let me introduce you to some members of the band
there's Sally and Roberta who play the clarinet with beauty and with Grace
who plays the violin and Viola who makes the Djembe
bounce around the brain
with subliminal referrals to her pleasure and her paln
The horns are played by the twins
Maurece and Nostradamus, their trumpeting sublime

the accordlan of course ls played by Johnny who you might remember from the land of Zed, He did eventually get out of bed and sald
This reminds me of a time when things were real, and l could feel the rope of
hope wrapped firmly around and round my throat
before l knew the truth about the Lle
before l knew the meaning of goodbye

Now Stu he claimed to know or knew the whereabouts of the holy condiment that grew only
just outside his windowsill (and was essential to the Dumpling's flavor)
where he lived ln another life with Mary-Ann his ex-wife
who left hm for a guy named Sid who was a maestro on guitar
and had a band that traveled wide and far
including Mary Ann, and Larry too

Looking for that very thing
Hoping for just one bite
of that heavenly delight
before the turning of the light

The Holy Dumpling "the Smoking Trout" (featuring STONERJAZZ, Tea R Sea, Uziel, Jo Richter)

Stay Please

Bakhmut

Shadow Picture

The Big Thrill

Ominous Beats' track Love Me with guitar(not a synth!) by Llanpsych and bass and synth additions by Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary)
Listen to the original here
https://soundcloud.com/ominous-beats-797751940/love-me-free-beatroyalty-free?si=a513c2d4abaf42e797a527e675591176&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Love Me with Ominous Beats and Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary)

Amnesia

Songwriter based in Chicago, Illinois.  Contact via email simplecircuitsmusic@yahoo.com or PM.  Thanks for your kind feedback!


Do You Know What You Want?

Simple Circuits