I decided to remove all guitars (except Bass, and  guitar solo) and redo them . Now just 2 tracks of guitar using my gibson firebird and a 5150lll sim.

9/6 - removed delay from guitar solo, adjusted Bass guitar eq.

Horizons Apart New Mix Stripped

One Up

Just trying some Different things.  A little swing part in the middle.

JAZZ BLUES and ROCK N ROLL

Ferret Fist Fight (Instrumental)

Easy to make excuses, reasons to not do things you want to accomplish.  It's too cold out, It's too hot out, too windy.  Takes less than a second to change your mind.  Then all of a sudden you start thinking why can't I get any of this done?  It's all up to you and when you figure that out you can accomplish so much more.  Get up! get moving! Seconds turn into days, days into months, it all goes by faster day to day.

Got No Time ( Slips Away)

Lyrics - Mick Dolinski
Music - Gene Pensari
Vocals, Guitars, Synth Guitars, Bass guitar, drum loop arrangement - Gene Pensari

Hyperion

HYPERION

Recorded Live with my fellow musicians Gene and Steve.  Remixed with added Vocals dubbed in on 4/13/24.  I song I wrote after I quit a Job I had been doing for 17 Years.

Simplify 041324 Remix Vox Redu

There's the crowded beach 
each person undressed down
exposed yet out of reach
on the sandy edge of town
dark people under palms
shards of sun dissect the fronds
and fall where shadow calms
the sad and golden blondes

There are criminals in my ceiling
and no one here to trust
the whispering evening stealing
and the flavour of the dust

We swim beyond the pier
open to shark attack
what are we doing here
the shore's a long way back
we rise and fall in swells
the land blinks out of sight
buoys dip and clang their bells
and the muttering sea is quiet

There are criminals in my ceiling
and no one here to trust
the whispering evening stealing
and the flavour of the dust

Way out upon the sea
under the endless sky
we float in mystery
too buoyant yet to die
clouds rise and mar the day
we swim like jellyfish
to the far end of the bay
two alone with just one wish 
(My wish is to be slippery like fishes.)

Marc Roberge made this way out music. I wrote the words and sang it. I really like this. Recorded 2013. Oh, I produced the vocals as well.

The Flavour Of The Dust

Return To The Black Star

A song by my Canadian mate Tez Howes. Music recorded by Tez, vocals by me, and final mix by me.  Some of the lyrics changed (he says 'freshened') by me for a little more meaning and dark humour. Thanks for allowing my involvement Tez. A demo, but let's look forward.

God's Imaginary Friend (words & music: t.h. gorman ©2018 teztunes) 

Life throws you every kind of loop now With a little teasin' now and then
Just chasin' rainbows for the scoop now While stuck inside this mental pen 
Hopped on that mental train this morning The one that goes to nowhere fast 
Without a signal or a warning My destination's flyin' past 
I guess I'll just pretend I'm God's imaginary friend 

Dunghills of dogma doin' damage 
Damage control just not my thing 
Dogmatic dunghills droppin' daily 
Dear darlin' death, where is thy sting? 
Sweet reason, don't you be a buzzkill 
Just tell me I’m the special one 
Twelve blackbirds perchin' on the clothesline 
God's lozenge trippin' on my tongue 
And finally in the end I’m God's imaginary friend 
BREAK 
Juggling surreal perambulations 
Has now become the latest trend 
Equal and opposite reactions 
You know God wants to be your friend 
He's just been pining there forever 
Yeah, He's been lonelier than you 
One mouse ran up the clock at midnight 
At 12:01 ran down again 
So He finally in the end met His imaginary friend

God's Imaginary Friend

My lyrics and lead vocal; music, most instruments and ad lib vocals by Arthur Mook, bass and final mastering by Duncan Smith.
THE UNIVERSAL CHICKEN

Chicken, in season, is just another reason 
For seasons to come around each year.
It’s served in every navy, in globs of gray-green gravy,
From cans on which the dating is unclear.

Chicken, flamed in brandy, makes a young Rhinelander randy
Whatever Fraulein might be wandering by;
And warm chicken pies light up the light blue eyes
Of Swedes who dwell beneath the Arctic sky.

Chili chicken jerky, tasting stark, yet somehow murky,
Is peddled on the streets of New Orleans;
And red red chili chicken makes a gourmet’s gay heart quicken
In high Peru, with pork and Lima beans.

Braised chicken patties are favoured by the fatties
in bistros from Beijing to Adelaide;
And soft chicken dumplings trigger watery-mouthed mumblings
In Paris at the Bastille Day parade.

Well every man loves his chicken 
So treat that chicken like it likes the best
Put those tender morsels in your mouth. Check it out!
The thigh, the leg, the breast
BREAK
Well every man loves his chicken 
So treat that chicken like it likes the best
Put those tender morsels in your mouth. Check it out!
The thigh, the leg, the breast

So! all you chicken knockers: you must be off your rockers;
It’s plain to anyone with half a brain
Chicken is the flavour all good and true men favour,
Without chicken, life’s like walking in the rain!

If you don’t get into chicken
Man you won’t know what you’re missing
those braised pork trotters just don’t taste the same
chicken is the flavour all good and true men favour,
Without chicken, life’s like walking in the rain!
chicken is the flavour good and true men favour,
Without chicken, life’s like walking in the rain
Without chicken, life’s like walking in the rain

The Universal Chicken Song

Just a home recording guitarist who loves music.
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