Little snail travels through the prairie

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

La locandina mostra un modo di dare voce ai cori inserendo le opportune articolazioni direttamente nella partitura in Finale27 (o anche in Sibelius, credo), evitando di utilizzare le applicazioni consigliate che non sono compatibili con questi software di composizione musicale. L’articolazione indicata con $ permette di inserire le consonanti mute. Le altre articolazioni dovrebbero essere auto-esplicative.
     The photo of the piece illustrates a way to voice choirs by inserting the appropriate articulations directly into the score in Finale27 (or even Sibelius, I believe), avoiding the use of the recommended applications that are not compatible with these music composition software. The articulation indicated by $ allows you to insert silent consonants. The other articulations should be self-explanatory.


Questa musica è il 2° brano della mia opera “SALMODIANDO” (meditazioni sui salmi)
This music is the 2nd piece of my work “SALMODIANDO” (meditations on the psalms)


Beato l’uomo che medita sulla sapienza
e ragiona con l’intelligenza,
considera nel cuore le sue vie,
ne penetra con la mente i segreti.
La insegue come uno che segue una pista,
si apposta sui suoi sentieri.
[: Egli spia alle sue finestre
 e sta ad ascoltare alla sua porta :]
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e mette i propri figli sotto la sua protezione
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Contro il caldo sarà protetto
e in un rifugio di benessere sta.
Egli abiterà all’ombra della sua gloria.  (Sir. 14, 20-27)

Blessed is the man who meditates on wisdom
and reasons with understanding,
who ponders her ways in his heart,
who penetrates her secrets with his mind.
He pursues her like one tracking a scent,
he lies in wait on her paths.
[: He watches at her windows
and listens at her door :]
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and places his children under her protection
and dwells under her branches.
He will be protected from the heat
and dwells in a haven of comfort.
He will dwell in the shadow of her glory. (Sir. 14:20-27)

MEDITAZIONE (Sir.14 20-27)

Schlammfresser

C'mon....pack yer bags and let's go travelin'    😎

© 2025  Sparky Bonehead

World Jet Airlines

Autumn Breath

Let your wild moves run free, no rules needed. Halloween is just around the corner!

Wild Dance

Vocals by SUNI @suni-mp3
Sounds by Box Number Twelve
Image by SUNI

Style

'shit at and hit'
Thanks to grandma Billie for the phrase. A wonderful woman. I've yet to hear of this phrase existing prior, nor of it from anyone else since.
Scotty: Two yamaha storia II takes through a fender mustang III amp with differing fx, channeled accordingly, maybe, hopefully, and a handful of vocal takes layered. 

I can't get up today.
I've got no words to say.
Everything always replays,
and causes me dismay. 

I feel like I've been shot at and missed, and shit at and fucking hit. 

If there is a god,
why the fuck would they
make us in the mould
to have to feel this way?
Everyday.

shit at and hit

Remixes

Northside Storyteller (Remix 2025)

Optimistic nihilism with sloppy guitar  banging and  strained vocals..scared the dog into the closet
vocal samples Tim Matheson and John Belushi from the movie  Animal House (1978) opens the song, and Mickey Rourke, doing his best Bukowski imitation from the movie Barfly (1987) ends it
...this point about pointless....that's all I got.....

Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

Sometimes futile and stupid, is all that I've got
This dabble in dead-end, a root in the rot
My point about pointless
Yeah, I'm taking a shot
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

You know futile and stupid, it's fearless and free
Original thinker meets the bastard in me
Stop banging your head
We can run with John B
Let's go, let's go, let's go

My Titanic tune is sinking
I'll keep playing all the while
You wonder what's that shit I'm drinking
Here's to all my friends 
As we go down in style

Sometimes futile and stupid is the best way to roll
If you cut me some slack, I'll dig you a hole
A whole lot of nothing
All poetic patrol
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Break

But I just keep on singing
With my doomed and dumbstruck smile
See the chaos choir clinging
To all my friends
As we shove off in style

All this futile and stupid, it ain't that bad
The effort is key, the failure so rad
Our rush and our roar 
Beats brilliant and sad
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

Sometimes futile and stupid, it's all that we got
To make it, you break it, put pointless in plot
Cause trying means flying
Yes half-baked is hot
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Sometimes stupid and futile
Is all you need to know



Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

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Main & backing vocals & lyrics & connection with nature & the hidden people of the forest & Mixes & Remixes & near field recording & pictures
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Northside Storyteller (Remix 2025)

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