there was no whey

transmission from a distant planet

From the wonderful Duke Ellington, with a bit of ambient & electronic flavour.
Hopefully, a few moments of calm amidst all the ugly noise.
: )
summer aft on the veranda. breeze in the trees, commuters homeward bound, rainbow lorikeet and chorus (+ couchée du soleil . .

Satin Doll ~ electric sundown

I offered these lyrics to Axel, and he turned them into a very beautiful and emotional song. 

Lyrics: Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production: Axel Menningen

Love is the captor I welcomed to find
But now that you're gone, how my heart cries
I'm surviving on memories replayed in my mind

Our home now a house, the warmth faded and gone
Death is the poison nightmares feed upon
And it's cold as Hell, yet a fire burns on

How long does it take to heal this broken heart
Piece together my world that has fallen apart
To feel once more like I did before
How long does it take to heal this broken heart

Sweet remnants of you everywhere that I look
Slippers by the bed, pink robe on a hook
Reading glasses perched on your unfinished book

Things can't dry my tears and they can't hold me tight
Things cannot rock me gently through the night
And things cannot whisper everything will be alright

How long does it take to heal this broken heart
Piece together my world that has fallen apart
To feel once more like I did before
How long does it take to heal this broken heart

How Long Does It Take

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

Distance (2025)

Scent of the sea

W-Sheep in The Rain

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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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.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Spirit (2025)

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wait
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

Run Another Mile ( Original with Lyrics )

Blood and Bone is a reckoning set to rhythm—an album built where the body meets myth, where memory scrapes against metal, and survival grows teeth. Its sonic palette threads drum-machine pulse through dust-bitten guitars, twang through circuitry, and flamenco flicker through industrial grit. Every track lives in the tension between ruin and insistence, between a world that shakes with fire, violence, wind, and destiny, and a narrator who keeps stepping forward anyway. The project treats rhythm not as a backdrop but as a heartbeat you can almost hear splitting, mending, and refusing collapse.

Across this landscape, the human form is battered, unmasked, hunted, resurrected, and set ablaze—but never surrendered. The music leans into acoustic grain, the sweat-salt of live strings, the grit of surf twang and outlaw twine, yet plants those textures in a scaffold of relentless electronic precision. What emerges is a bruised hymn to endurance: techno carved out of earth, alt-country scorched into myth, psychobilly swagger sharpened by war and weather. Blood and Bone doesn’t seek redemption so much as it chronicles the cost of staying alive when the elements, the mountains, the inner voices, and the gods all stare back—and demand a response.


The Fall, The Rise

Hello and thanks for visiting my page. I am a lyricist who enjoys collaborating in multiple genres.

I've been fortunate to work with several talented musicians and vocalists. I hope you enjoy the songs we have created.

Hit me up if you would like to collaborate. I typically write lyrics first but can write to music as well. My preferred genres are rock, metal, pop, Americana and country, but I am open to other genres as well.