The author at work in his private study aided by the isolator.

Blue

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Paramour
Standing by
Please don’t cry

Nevermore
He won’t leave
It’s make believe 

You realize
In the storm

Evergreen
Someone new
Just for you
Make it count


Paramour

Written by Pete
Pete-Guitar,Bass,Keyboards,Backup Vocals
Paul-Drums
Carl Nielsen-Vocal

Unknown album (8/25/2023 4:32:06 PM)

Take Me Back

Bill Barek - Guitar
Ragias Christos - Vocals, Lyrics

ACID BREATHING

Begin now to breathe,
Handmade by yourself,
Reality lives,
Time from your Breath.

Begin now to live,
Thoughtmade by your will,
Dimension denies,
What messages mean.

Yourself is the will,
Direct to a cell,
Universe lives,
God Knows Your Breath,

Begin now to breathe - Begin now to live,
Handmade by yourself - Thoughtmade by your will,
Reality lives time from your breath,
Dimension denies what messages mean.

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Acid Breathing (Lyrics on Description)

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Floomara Swaylix Duo

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Marty Andersson: From the Archives - Release A cappella

Hello…….. so many goodbyes in this life, maybe more than hellos? But who’s counting? Not me. I was pondering about some of my more difficult goodbyes. Some happy, some sad, some angry, some glad… (OK there’s the chorus you won’t hear.) Ha. Another short song. For whatever reason, there are some goodbyes that are more difficult to live with than others. This song is about a particularly difficult goodbye. I’ll leave it at that. What about some of your goodbyes? How did they go? As far as the instruments I played on this song, I must say I do like noodling about on the recorder and also on mandolin. They are both instruments I can play without thinking much about notes, or technical musical matters… Although probably obvious to any recorder or mandolin player is the fact that I do not really know the particulars of the instruments yet…. And maybe never will, but it is sure fun nonetheless. In outdoor news, I watched a large flock of house sparrows swarm into the lilac hedgerow. They were so noisy, all of them chattering. I wondered what they were up to. Later, I heard some chickadees scolding. So I went to look for a cat behind the lilacs. Didn't see one, so I sat in my old chair on the porch listening to the sparrows. The chickadees were still annoyed, so I stood up. There was a fledgling goshawk sitting right there on the top beam of the old swingset facing the lilacs. All the sparrows were now quiet. So I walked over, and at first the hawk didn't see me. I was really close. The hawk finally turned its head to see me, then quickly swooped up and over the fence. All the sparrows quietly made a break for it. Gather the goshawk couldn't get at the sparrows when they were in the lilacs. I do see feather piles here and there as I walk around. I found the dynamics of survival so telling while the hawk and sparrows played cat and mouse. And the parallels to humans were uncanny. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Don't Want To Say Goodbye

not available -

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth

V1.00

Silent Night

Down the Dancefloor

** A QUESTÃO DO FUTURO **

Por muito negro que seja o livro do passado,
o futuro é sempre uma página em branco...

Se queres saber o que é o futuro,
dou-te uma resposta inocente:
É como um filho prematuro
da gravidez que é o presente.

Porque o presente sempre está
com a barriga dilatada,
sempre a parir um venho já,
um porvir que ainda agora é nada.

Convém agora meditar:
Esse porvir, esse talvez,
é tempo para nos libertar
da nossa humana insensatez.

Dá-me tua mão. Vamos dançar,
que esse porvir, esse talvez,
talvez nos traga um madrugar
que leve as dores da gravidez.

Penso que o mais que podemos
fazer nesta curta vida
é tocar com a mão que temos
outra que esteja estendida.

E, desse contacto breve,
tentar extrair a verdade,
um feixe de luz que leve
ao fundo da eternidade.

Here is an English translation:

** The Question of the Future **

No matter how dark the book of the past is,
the future is always a blank page...

If you want to know what the future is,
I'll give you an innocent answer:
It's like a premature baby
of the pregnancy that is the present.

Because the present is always
with a dilated belly,
always giving birth to an I'm coming,
an upcoming that is yet still nothing.

It is now worth meditating:
This future, this perhaps,
is a given time so we can get free
of our human foolishness.

Give me your hand. Let's Dance,
because this future, this maybe,
may perhaps bring us a dawn
that will take away the pains of pregnancy.

I think the most we can
do in this short life
is to touch with our hand
another that is begging.

And, from that brief contact,
try to extract the truth,
a beam of light that will takes us
to the end of eternity.

A Questão Do Futuro

Snakepatch is an original band formed by Pete Rapetti and Paul Kraus with occasional guest Musicians. * Click on song picture to see track info.