Quiet time

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Something I've been thinking of and working on for a bit now.  Finally thinking it's finished.  
All thoughts and observations are very much appreciated.
Thanks.

Electromagnetic Demarcation

Interplanetary Reserves

Brandon O'Donnell:  Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Double Bass, keys, percussion.
Jay Parrino: Vocals

"Rain Song" (feat. Jay Parrino)

She trudged through the mud
Licking her fingers to savour that one last meal
Conscious of the townsfolk at her heels
Conscious
Just conscious from the beating she fled
Left half dead
Stinking of puss, cum, sweat and dirt
There were stains all down her skirt
That provided memories of the good times
The bad times
Each penny she had earnt
From the trade she'd learnt
And how the townsfolk mocked her for it
But she just did what she did to make ends meet
To put shoes on her children's feet
And food in their hungry mouths
She listened, sure that she could hear them crying from afar
But they were tucked up safely in their beds
Sure to be looked after by some kindly family
Who tell damaging tales of what mother was like
Stalking the streets at night
Propositioning under the moonlight
But as she cried "Murder! Murder!  Murder!"
Nobody heard her
Nobody chose to hear

Nobody Chose To Hear

Almost every day I have the blues.

Thank you!

https://youtu.be/e0FPPfAVDVs

OpenE-Blues(My Blues Lesson)

Snarky view of higher education Lawyers and politicians (most of them are really self-serving, apologies to those who are not) RE-tracked 09-24-2020
Something like this:
I met a paper person, he doesn’t like getting wet,
He got a piece of paper, hanging on his wall, he’s Bonafide paper person
It says he knows it all, all the paper people pleasers nod
Wooden man laughs at the paper people
Chorus: Paper people can't get wet, they don’t like fire, watch those matches son
Now he’s got a piece of paper, from other paper people, 
Paper people says 2+2=what they   want it to
Cuz’ I got this piece of Paper, hanging on my wall
It says: “this dude knows it all”

They can't get wet; they don’t like fire watch those matches
Now he’s got a piece of paper, from other paper people, 
Paper people says 2+2=what they   want it to

Paper people can make money out of nothing
Only paper people make the rules
So, unless you got paper, and even if you do,
You have to do what paper people pleaser's do!
Paper people make the rules, we pay their dues! 
This world exists for paper people 
You should be a paper people pleaser!
you an' you you you
The paper people, they are so angry, 
some people are not paper people pleaser's
like Spoiled Children, temper tantrums
n’er happy
Paper People pleaser's run, to throw a temper tantrum
All those dummies out there, they do not care sayin’
All the paper people pleaser's have made fools of us all.
Oh yes, paper people pleaser's pleasing paper people!

Paper People

These are songs that I developed in a very lo-fi fashion to show what they sound like in my head. They could still go in many different directions - more acoustic, more produced - I'm open to ideas. But what you're hearing here are my unabashed concepts for these little tunes. 
ENJOY- and thanks for connecting with me & my music!
Mark

Build You A Box Mark Demo

Guitars Improvised By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqEg76sDifg

Spontaneous Composistions

What Was Found At The Campground

A shelter from this world within. A new life triumph the ignorant. Wrapped together in this blanket. Security is a faceless harmony.
 Of all the twisted words. I'm wishing the wishes that scream. In my sleeps nighttime's dream.
 Seagulls splashing the river. Tasting the water so pure. Diving close, never leaving the flock. Security is a faceless harmony.
 Yesterday is today as tomorrow. With you again and again. Spinning through this entropy. Security is a faceless harmony. For Laural...

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