On The Billabong

The machine will grind away until it slows to a halt - abandoned, decayed.  Dispensable, disposable, and ready to be discarded if the $’s don’t go up and to the right.

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Lament Of The Ghost In The Machine

Pale

Thank you to everyone who always brings my tracks with me. Just thanks.
They are sometimes involved in accidents. accident. 
But you have to be prepared not to give up until the end. 
There may come a time when I am so puzzled. 
But don't give up and believe in fate.

Count in Number Trance

Serotonal

This Song Is All About Love, Love Is Romance  Love Is Where The Heart Is  Love Is Forever

01 Falling In Love (1)

Rock & Roll and Me

Jay Daniels - Rock & Roll And Me

The crowded stairs, parisienne surreal,
Sniff'em snow to clear this wanderlust mind,
Bridging what leads a splendid isolation,
Longing for the waiting charade.
Alas, the state I'm in, as
Picasso, Van Gogh, and Gauguin,
Were always forever succumbed,
Within limbo dreams,
There's something here nobody dares,
To question what's behind the scene.
Stuck on a leash, tied along,
Watch as she bleeds till her story gets told,
Cannot breathe the night here is long,
No, no, no, no,
Scream your lungs out, but you can't leave,
No relief here.

Desire whatever you want,
Repeat the crimes, the patterns familiar to none,
Passed through a fine grey line,
Choose to render yourself, not surrender to die.
Get out we're in for a ride,
No, there's no easy way out,
Shaking and teasing,
The silence, it's not real,
Wrapping eyes, concealing minds, consolation pride,
A great tribulation for those, who dare not try.
Stuck on a leash, tied along,
Watch as she bleeds till her story gets told,
Cannot breathe the night here is long,
No, no, no, no,
Scream your lungs out, but you can't leave.
Finally, you're tied up along,
Till you bleed, will this story be told,
Cannot breathe the night's too long,
Hear your screams dancing free,
Into the void.
Keep feed this disease, not foreign indeed,
Till the blood on the cracks, there's no trace of me,
Long knives swirling in the dark,
Treacherous love,
Pleasure and lust,
This wild inflicted rage.
Cannot self-contained.
Any mortal.
Kiss the flames and choke them,
You wretched dame, wicked game,
A rendezvous, ended with all cards being preyed.
No, it never fades away,
Wait, for eternal night,
To devour all relics of light.

St. Just - live recording corona jam

This is a BBC Radio Essex Interview (broadcast 25 Jan 2021) about a track called "Don't Look Down" - a collaboration between myself and the huge talent that is Bruce Conover. 

Unfortunately the delay on the telephone line from Manhattan Beach, Calif., to the UK meant that Bruce didn't get to say anything until after the interview had finished. Which was a great shame, as he has a truly great voice for radio. I have a great face for radio but not really the voice.

I forgot to mention in the interview that it was a tribute to the fifth Beatle: Sir George Martin, oops! Also the Exhibition was Anselm Kiefer's in the R.A.

BBC Radio Essex Interview + 'Don't Look Down' by McWalter & Conover

Psychedelic interpretation of a 17th c. nursery rhyme.

“Hark hark the dogs do bark
the beggars are coming to town
some in rags some in jags
and some in silken gown...”

Hark

■ Translate (Google)The kindness in my pocket

The casual scenery I was seeing that day
I can't go back again I can't meet that person

He changed one beer bottle to 10 yen.
Such casual exchanges warm my heart

A fixed-route bus passes in front of the store
Bring your bike to the shade of the shade

Lots of 10-yen coins and kindness in your pocket
It was in, I want to go back to that time

Memories should be my treasure forever
The scenery in my pocket fades

The route bus is no longer running
That liquor store is also only in my memory ...


How long has it passed since then?
I miss the supermarket in my neighborhood so much

When the consumption tax started, I bought 1 yen cup ramen.
Consumption tax is increasing and kindness cannot afford

Someone stopped time and was too lonely
But I can't remember the inside of the supermarket ...

Lots of memories and loneliness in your pocket
It's in that time when I can't go back anymore

Memories bring me back to the world of the past
Gently stuff it in your pocket

The route bus is no longer running
I found the hometown of my heart and the kindness

■歌詞(ポケットの中のやさしさ)
あの日見ていた何気ない風景
もう二度と戻れない　あの人にも会えない

ビール瓶1本を　10円と変えてくれた
そんな何気ないやりとりが心を温める

店の前を路線バスが通り過ぎる
日よけの木陰に自転車を寄せる

ポケットには沢山の10円玉とやさしさが
入っていたんだね　あの頃に戻りたいな

思い出はいつまでも僕の宝物のはずなのに
ポケットの中の風景は色あせてしまう

路線バスは今はもう　通っていない
あの酒屋さんも　僕の記憶の中にだけ・・


あれからどれくらいの　月日が流れただろう
近所のスーパーマーケットが　あんなに懐かしい

消費税が始まった頃　1円カップラーメン買った　
消費税は増えるばかり　優しさも余裕がない

誰か時間を止めて寂しすぎる
それなのにスーパーマーケットの店内が思い出せない...なんて

ポケットには沢山の思い出と寂しさが
入っているんだね　もう戻れないあの頃

思い出が僕を過去の世界に連れ戻す
ポケットの中にやさしさつめこんで

路線バスは今はもう　通っていない
心のふるさと　やさしさ見つけたよ

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