Tell it like it is. Psychopaths everywhere…

I’d say you’ve got the vocals spot on - great lyrics nailing the bastards 🙏🙏

Huge fan of your vocal with the acoustic brother..great playing and writting🤘🌞🤘🔥🔥

Beautiful!!! We’re working on a somewhat similar concept too! But Carl’s “fuck off” moment is one of a kind! Especially that orange Sith hahahaha. 🫶

Sounds like you really mean business, good to hear something like this, I like it even though my 'thing' is different. Good one!

Incredibly moving lyrics and vocals, a triumphant call to peace!  Relevent now as it ever was, may the fire cease!

Tell it, bro. For me, this needs nothing more.

A timeless song written by Rogers and Hart. Solo, trumpet and piano ￼- covered by Janis Joplin and Diana Krall to name a couple. 

Lyrics:

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl, you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue
Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time, you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time, you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
No use, old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue

By Rodgers Richard / Hart Lorenz
Piano arrangement and thanks to Bob MAcKenzie

Little Girl Blue —Jazz

Complete re build of this started. Just Vox, Acoustic and drums at the mo. Trying to get that vocal drive right for this as the most important part of the song... I think I improved it an ickle

Fuck you Orange Sith!
Fuck you kgb coward!
We'll all learn loads from your darkness in our soon to be written history books. Then you become light you fucking evil pricks! Unfortunately you'll both be dead so, by natural causes for both of you, bring on that day. I'll happily become a teacher and spread that beautiful history!

Lyrics

Where does the fire really cease?
Where does the pain turn to peace?
Who can see borders sane?
Who can help our friend Ukraine?

Not unilaterally stupid powered
Not putin time
That time says coward

Where does the fire cease?
Where does the pain turn to peace?

The Moscow madman
The king fear hack
What costs from his cruel run?
& orange sith got his back....

Where does the fire cease?
Where does the pain turn to peace?

This Peace has your face
Fire ceased by our grace
Our grace for each other
Brace exists as mother
Embrace like no other
Built to resist no further
As friendship takes over
Like English and Irish rovers
The same corner
Friends with the same end
Earths' infinite blend

Where does the fire cease?
Where does the pain turn to peace?

Where does the fire really cease?
Where does the pain turn to peace?

Where does the fire really cease?
make your peace
When does the fire really cease?
When does our pain become peace?
The fire?
Cease...
Meaningfully

Peace or Pain

liner notes part 1: 
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).

 liner notes part 2: 
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 - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 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 Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

It's mostly a lie, mostly......except for love, sometimes. 

Look…Drones!

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is a simple and cheerful song for our dog named Waldek who is a fan of music and especially country music! 🍀

Of course, I also love country vibe (especially Johnny Cash !!!) and use this musical heritage, but here I certainly don’t play in this style. 
Fortunately, Waldek liked this song! 🔆

Hope you enjoy the vibe! 
Thanks a lot for listening and support!
Artur

Walking with my Dog

"May every sunrise hold more promise and every sunset more peace." ✌️

Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙏

Here comes the sun

On The Sea

Nebraska.

Synchromysticism

Gravitaxis

Pierre and Jean-Claude Bordetti productions (c) 09/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Visage (Lyrics/Paroles)

J'ai aperçu son visage, mais ce n'était qu'un mirage, 
Comme un reflet dans l'orage, une illusion de passage,
Son regard m’a fait naufrage, dans un monde sans rivage,
Où l’amour n’est qu’un langage, perdu dans le vent sauvage.

Elle danse dans mes pensées, comme une ombre sans visage, 
Chaque nuit je veux l’aimer, mais je n’ai que son mirage,
Un soupir, un doux présage, puis le vide en héritage, 
Je poursuis son doux sillage, prisonnier de son image.

Visage

Hold On

Howdy,

Welcome to TBD.


All these creations are made by hard work and years upon years upon years of practice and trying to explain this world and the human condition to myself in the process through poems & songs.

Thanks for all of your wonderful support.

Peace and Love to Everyone,

🫛



What playing music does to your brain🔽

https://youtu.be/R0JKCYZ8hng?si=KJt33NWjUo63ieAm



A nice David Bowie Interview🔽

https://youtu.be/JRtZc_Nmo5w?si=1g1Wag87NdEumAc4




My Favourite Book on mindfullness🔽

Waking Up Audiobook | Free with trial https://share.google/xsAhpRSbEubR5MO7g

by Sam Harris



My favourite book on physical reality🔽

A Short History of Nearly Everything Audiobook | Free with trial https://share.google/YXkAxGmKhrGLuXvhr

by Bill Bryson


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