Dig a path in the snow, Dig a path and go and go  
out into the field with Hawk Hill to the North
the winter night when stars and moon are so bloody bright
and frozen snow so deep, sparkles like a trillion diamond lights.
The fence posts all but gone.

And then there was the big red dog who had a bell and bounded all about.

Waiting patiently for the Witch to arrive wearing cape and cowl 
embroidered by some elven folk who live on down south..

And it's so cold my beard is white..
I meet her in the trail half-way and we embrace, i turn and walk back to our little place, up in the draw, where the stove is cherry red.

The Witch the dog and me. Absolutely free...

The Witch the Dog and me (remastered)

Three oclock in the afternoon, on the 15th day of june, under the spell of a pisces moon.
i got down to write this tune..
You know, no one cares what you think.
can somebody get me a drink...a double shot of cuervo gold on the rocks 
would be just fine'
i can never really seem to draw the line. 
Sun and birds and water, my mother's favorite daughters. 
we march into the slaughter with our heads up high.
Turn that little voice off in my head.
i'm not sure if i'm here or if i'm back in bed.
it's ok either way, i just glad that i'm not dead.

Overstated underrated slightly dated speculatiions on the origins related to complicit complications of intention and the nature of invention in the manufacture of reality.
so here we are in the shifting landscapes of our individuality.
And thank you for allowing me to wander around your brain, i would never knowingly cause you any pain.

Double Shot-a-Cuervo Gold on the Rocks

Jo and I teamed up on this tune. To rethink and remake it. Jo felt that this song could be taken as an Allegory for what is happening in the Ukraine and all wars. 
His lovely (Russian) Rav Vast Rhythms are meant as a poignant reminder That "Governments are the war makers."  ALL OF US are trying to survive our governments.

Jo also produced the haunting voicings and  the wonderful   water wind and birds from a natural recording. 
A heartfelt thank you to jo for this. see his other works at "Sonic Structures and Silent Stretchs" Peace.

Strat/mellotron-------jeff gardiner

Hawk Caught a Rabbit: Make Music not War. Featuring Jo Richter

This a Poem written by Jo Richter Aka (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches) He also is the maker of the Natural Weather,syth,bells track  and the Art. The drums come from Roland/Boss at 164 BPm. This is another wonderful poem from Jo. Many thanks to everyone!!

Solstice Weather Report
 
These solstice eyes 
have learned to disagree
with the varnish and dies
of vain pleasantry

The ugly devices of self-serving goons
casting their angst ridden bases
only to float their ego-balloons
have erased all the sky's visual graces.

This Solstice skin
has learned to shy away
from the deceptively Thin
pvc overlay.

this discount-priced vortex of dime-store illusion
raises hope from the ground at it's gust front
only to soil soils with futile pollution
as it scatters it's load in the minds of those stunned.

These Solstice ears
have learned to listen in
to the grumblings of fears
in the voice therein

Bared. in the open, prone to transform
Buds turn to flower when graced by the soft rain
fears provide courage to transcend the norm
letting go and becoming are one and the same.

Solstice Weather Report(A poem by Jo Richter)

WOW.... What a crew. Stephen aka TexMex Shaman and guitarist and  Producer extraordinaire and responsible for the awesome artwork, Janine Levinson with a voice that melts my heart, Uziel who is so courageous in her exquisite creations, and Jo Richter(Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches) Poet laureate and Sonic Naturalist all teamed up to make this little poem of mine into an Amazing Song. I am sending out big Love and Respect and Thanks to You all, and to EVERYONE else, out there In the Soup.

lyrics
Wretched light so aptly said libra ish in their balanced dread
Wretched light of another day ln the soup out there
the falling down and getting up, it's "Showtime" Fossi said
As he popped amphetamine in the shower scene
Or so it's said by some writer of his dreamy technicolor happenstance
That made the cut.

Could it be scorcery that I see
Through jaded glasses full of gin
Or just a conjury of collected clarities'

So sweet the experiential meat
Dark or light the gods prefer
Is not what we do not do for us
But them.

The guillotine of thoughtless bliss
Takes the Serpent's head
And tiny lights appear around my bed.

Chase the monster south for 14 winters and a night
It grinned across the canyon with a monstrous delight
I thought I saw you yesterday up on the ridge behind my house
It might have been the way you turned your head to speak
But the wind you know it blew your words away
What you said I couldn’t’ say
You know it really doesn’t matter anyway

Know Ware--TexMex Shaman-Janine Levinson-Uziel-Jo Richter

l am so happy to make Guitar Noises with these Two cool cool Dudes--What a TREAT! please take a listen to the original:):)     Texmex-shaman – Shrooms

Shrooms with TexMex Shaman & One Blind Mouse

Producer-Art-Guitar-videographer  Texmex Shamans
lyrics vocals- StonerJazz

check out The vldeo     youtu.be/vYRrSahKHng
'"Disclaimer"

"Any similarity to real or imagined events ls probably not a coincidence
No TOADS were injured or molested ln any way during the making of this song--

The headwaters of this song came from Stephens rendition of that Toad ln our New Mexico song's cover art-- We were discussing that toad and lt's significance  to the riders on the bus--as the conversation became more Hilarious We resolved to write a song about that toad and that ls what we did--😎- Huge respect and gratitude to Stephen for hls Production and art skills and of course his amazing guitar Play and his Excellent Friendship--- Welcome to those of you who find your way to this tune We hope you enjoy lt!!

THE TOAD
l was flying down state 95
just ten miles East of Blyth
Hot Rod Lincoln blaring on the radio
My ole pickup truck lt overheated
l had to stop and find some shade
underneath a Palo Verde tree
a blg ole Toad There he spoke to me
He sald "Why don't you give me just a little lick Right here, Right behind my ear

Now you may think lt's a little funny, but l can guarantee
You will thank me ln the end my Friend--

Not wanting to disappoint my new found friend
l took a little tiny lick
and washed lt down with a Beer
After Frothin at the mouth for a little blt
my Consciousness lt took a hit
and headed south ln a flood of light

There are no word that can describe what happened next-
but l can say for sure without a doubt, unequivocally
My brand new Paradigm got tangled up with my Epiphany!!

Shit kickin Toad lickin with TexMex Shaman

RELEASE NOTES

A collaborative jam featuring Stonerjazz (@user-911083679) on vocals,
Turab Khan (@turab-khan) on guitar, Zanshin 残真 (@soundsofthekosmos) on
drums & Teth Sin (@teth-sin) on guitars, bass & vocals.
This collaboration started back in 2020. Myrh (@myrhyum) suggested Teth
Sin to track a guitar part on "Mazdoor Funk (loop jam with Raza)" -
Original track by Turab Khan:
https://soundcloud.com/turab-khan/chichora-23. The project was then left
aside for various logistical and technical reasons.
A couple of years later Zanshin 残真 sent Teth Sin a sample of his cool
street drumming, which was synced to Turab Khan's jam. Teth Sin, at that
point, decided to cut out the bass and drums from the original piece,
leaving only Turab Khan's guitar. Then he chopped up his guitar solo and
redistributed it across various tracks. He also added a new bass line,
which helped vary the structure of the song.
In late 2023 Teth Sin asked Stonerjazz to kindly add lyrics and vocals.
He mixed and mastered the song, and the result is this enjoyable
funk-rock jam, featuring a sample of Stonerjazz's exquisite
post-beat/psychedelic poetry.
Please note that every element was recorded in a different continent:
drums in Australia, some guitar in Pakistan, other guitars in Tunisia,
bass in Italy, vocals in the USA. Still this virtual jam sounds so
cohesive, despite a world that seems to be increasingly fragmented and
disjointed. At the end of the day, we should always remember that we all
revolve around That Giant Ball Of Burning Gas...

LYRICS by Stonerjazz:

Just out here in the middle of the void,
spinning fast around a giant ball of burning gas
that's hurdling thru the deepest darkest space.
Meteors and comets are zooming by at breakneck pace
The situation seems to be a little bit precarious,
some might even say Nefarious,
how can it be that tragedy can sometimes  almost  be  hilarious.
Stupidity it seems to be the order of the day.
But here we are and here we go onward out,
like warriors without a clue,
and everyone will play their part,
of this i'm sure, i know it's true.

That Giant Ball Of Burning Gas - Feat Teth Sin, Turab Khan, Zanshin 残真

This song Began as a very Nice progressive/swing  tune titled "A Mood of Two" created by the Furico music Team and one of my favorites of theirs, several years ago-- Teth Sin (Mick) decided to do a collab/remix and asked me to supply some lyrics--i had some in the can from a song Called "Beloved Sisters of the storm" 
So Mick Masterfully put this Beautiful Progessive Swing tune together with all of us and honored me by naming it after lyrics in the Song--and has graciously allowed me to release it on my Page though It got major play, just in case you missed this brilliant tune, here it is--Cheers:)

lyrics

i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

The Mighty Himalayas-with Teth Sin & The Furico Music Team

Started as a kind of Raga--Jo created some lovely handmade words- and Stephen and his beautiful Duesenberg Guitar made some amazing droning magic to complete the vision--

TEXMEX SHAMAN: @texmex-shaman
"Always enjoy the opportunity to collaborate with Jeff and Jo. They are wizards with words and sorcerers with sound. Was happy to contribute a bit to this one."

@sonic-textures: First, there was amazing music made by STONERJAZZ. Then, I composed a poem and integrated it, surprising myself with having written the first 'love' poem in a long time - and to Snow White of all fairy-tale people! To highlight it all, TEXMEX SHAMAN made the music ring out even more beautifully. Eventually I created some artwork, inspired (by some reason I don't grasp myself at the moment) by those expensive vinyl imports from Japan. It might have to do with how much I value Jeff's and Stephen's guitar playing and creativity. It's a thrill ride to collab with those two experimental musicologists ;-)


Jo(Sonic structures and Silent Stretches) --Poetry, Production,Vocals and artwork-
Stephen(TexMex Shaman)-Guitar and Production
Jeff (stonerjazz) guitar and Fx(E-bow/melotron)--Djembe

lyrics copyright jo richter:

still wearing his headphones
in the mall's thermal flow
uranium bones
intercourse afterglow

she walks down the aisle
as light as a rainbow
sunlight on the Nile
et in arcadia ego

a bodice, a comb, eris' pear
black, red, white as snow
forces align, forces shear
a million mirrors in a row

she walks down the aisle
as light as a rainbow
sunlight on the Nile
et in arcadia ego

et  in arcadia ego- featuring Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches and TexMex Shaman

i asked Stephen 

@texmex-shaman(TexMex Shaman) to add something to this already Strange Guitar-ish tune--Not one to shy away from a challenge, He delivered something appropriately and delightfully Quirkish in response much to my Delight.  So here it is Folks For Your listening pleasure--and a huge pre thank you to all those that do, and a special Thanks to Stephen for the music and the wonderful production Tweaks That took the whole production to another level--

The Pterodactyl and the Mongoose--featuring TexMex Shaman

this music is brought to you by 2 Fender Telecasters( a couple of Stunners) and two guitar players one being the Amazing Stephen Watkins of Texmex Shaman whom also Produced this guitar gem and the other being Myself-- taken from a composition by another wonderful composer and guitarist who wrote this song in the early 70's in another form, but a similar Progression--Hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do!! the drums and bass are supplied by Roland and Boss--
the guitar garden artwork was created by Stephen

Zwiff with TexMex Shaman(original composition by David Williams) TURN IT UP!

Orchestration mix and production by ↯Mahan↯💀↯Mahan↯ @mahan-mahan
lyrics and vocal by Stonerjazz

i forgot to not think about anything at all
i really dropped the ball
never gonna make it to the hall a fame
that's a shame-
everybody ought to have a shot to show the people what you got

it doesnt matter now cause i'm old
or so i'm told
but what the hell does anybody know anyway
this is only one of infinite scenarios
everybody ought to turn the volume up on their Stereos everybody ought to turn the volume up on their Stereos

Infinite Scenarios  ~with ↯Mahan↯💀↯Mahan↯ (turn the volume up on your stereo)

Teamed up again with my amazingly talented friend Mahan💀Mahan who did all the orchestration and engineering on this Song--
Lyric and vocals by Stonerjazz

The captain and his crew
were weeping as they knelt
upon the steps., outside the palace foyer
Righteous warriors every single one

Reflections of the sun
children of the other
the protectors of the mother
humble in their confidence of failure
unaffected by the outcome
broken hearted with the truth
grieving for their youth

And yet their heads held high
fighting tiny battles
in anticipation of something Better

its the inner not the outer
its the quiet not the shouter
its the powder not the pistol
its the battle not the score
its the boatman on the water
and the sparkle on the river
and the distant glimmer from the shore...

Captain And His Crew With Mahan💀Mahan

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

Well it is time again for a guitar song with my fine and good friend Stephen of TexMex Shaman--The Brilliant production work is his as is the rather hilarious artwork, some of the percussion recordings , a whole stadium full of screaming fans that he found somewhere, and of course his kick-ass electric guitar play--i in turn added some guitar noise a little synth, and some percussion recordings from my Roland/Boss bass and drum player--Hope those of you that find your way here enjoy this as much as we do:):)

who said anything about a Bridge  (with TexMex Shaman)

Burnin Daylight (from the half-life project on bandcamp)

Mahan Mahan is responible for the orchestration and mix(coverart)
TexMex Shaman on electric guitar and Mastering(coverart)
the poem and voice by stonerjazz(coverart)
 
the nature of their being by jeff gardiner 

 ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of their being--

The Nature of their Being-with TexMex Shaman and Mahan💀Mahan

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

stepping off the edge with desire
he was the flyer on perception's broken wings
sixteen times he bounced and landed on the ledge
with the shack at the back where the
old man sat on some wooden crates
and spoke of gates in dreams
and trips and traps and strategies and
cautionary tales about inorganic beings
and how to catch a rabbit or lion or a squirrel
with some sticks and strings

scaler field pt 9: Sticks 'n' Strings with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

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

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter @sonic-textures
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
for a change and despite the title, this one is instrumental only

The scalar field pt 11-Vocal Beads-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

this is an open collaboration based on Jo's Lovely poem,vocals, and drumbeats @sonic-textures- I added some acoustic guitar and some FX  and grew those sunflowers--

nettle seeds (copyright Jo Richter)

he got locked out of her garden
before this springtime's floral bloom
as he saw her soft glance harden
saw different patterns on her loom

he found some fallow, barren wasteland
on a hill of thistles, nettles
to cultivate defiant plants and
to get scarred by willful brambles

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bittersweet

haggard, thin and somewhat healthy
his medicine was on demand
to overcome fatigue and palsy
when there is nothing left to want

go feed on nettle seed
thistle oil and fibre weed
there is nothing else you need
nutrient rich and bitterswee

Nettle Seed-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

This is the 12th in the Scalar series--the genius of Jo Richter thruout again finds it's voice here--These works are slowly migrating to a stonerjazz/bandcamp album, more for the practical reason of time constraints on my part and of course a way to present them in a chronilogical order and all in one place(it will eventually dissappear from my page completely)--Jo has also made a playlist where you can hear them in order in case you want to pop some popcorn and a beer or some other relaxing beverages and snacks and hear the whole thing in order soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields in either or all scenerios, we hope you enjoy our poetry and music-- jeff g
lyrics: jo richter and jeff gardiner
everything sound - yes, everything! - and premix : jeff gardiner
image, eventual modulation and mix: jo richter

sitting ducks and circling eagles
do not a whole existence make
he told me as I listened listless
tired drained by his insistence
that I would have to be alert
to push past the break
and be clear enough
to find my hands in dreams
and speak in fluent Nirwanese
in Dada-lekt the verses back
from me to him
that he had taught me while I was not aware

and not-I sat without an ear
in the round of ember eyes still glistening
for both are made of themselves
each other and of fear
but the duck will have to feather up and fly
and the eagle will go hungry as it passes by
this he told me cunning, sly
on this I will rely
not now but when
time runs dry.....

scalar fields pt 12: glitchy glyphs-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

words, sounds and composition: jeff gardiner and jo richter(@sonic-textures)

Jeff and I both feel the grieve of letting go. In times like these, though, it might be wiser to move unpredictably. Our special thanks go to the memory of Carlos Castaneda, whose novels and gesta and concepts of reality had had quite an impression on our respective minds when they were a lot younger and infinitely more malleable. It's been a blast!
(a note from stonerjazz) 
The photograph of the lovely bench taken by Jo reminds me of the conversations between Carlos Casteneda and Juan Matus while sitting on benches in city parks  about Magic and human beings and the sheer wonder of this existence--the empty bench signifies  their absence in a most poignant way and the final installment in this definitive journey-- and yes indeed it has been a Blast!:)
please find the complete scalar field collection in it's proper order at soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields and coming NOW to Bandcamp as an album too 😊

part I: journey's end
on the brink of sanity
patterns to puzzle a lot from
radiance translates as "shree"
illuminates the rhizome

as alchemists nurse sympathy
stellar drone and terran hum
dot the i and cross the t
I am many, we are one

and when the falcon's freefall flight
devours Osiris' agony
you sit, you breathe, you call it a night for feathers defy gravity
you have no name, you have no weight uncirculate demummified

Part II: journal's end
Even though, small and uninformed
he seemed to know and though he tried
to get a fix on how and why and when and where
Explanations, few and far between
appearing only in a dream
forgotten in the waking
while brains are baking
and crud is caking on the carcass
while it's slipping in it"s standing
exponentially expanding disappointments
take their toll,
even though, wouldn't trade
this moment for a nickel or
for anything at all
graduated, grateful, gratified beyond belief
time's the culprit
time's the thief

scalar fields pt13 Journal's end with Jo Richter

The art work comes from  one frame of a video i made for youtube-It is a derivitive of a painting that i made an photographed in single frames then further digitally manipulated with other programs--it started out with me and some paint  in a very organic painterly fashion--i filmed it in a stop motion way as the painted progressed--my idea to then produce some music for the metamorphosis of the painting--which i did  do on this particular project--how ever the music is not the crystal city song, but since it is connected to the art, i will advertise it here-- It turned out to be something pretty Cool  if you get a moment give it a spin https://youtu.be/KzDWzNdjmHk  Cheers!

Time it trembled as it took a tiny step
then another and another and another
and one by one illusions crumble
from the precipice they stumbled

overwhelmed by solitude without desire
the beginning of regret eventually becomes itself
as the grip begins to Slip
mortality is anxious for an outcome

started as a crawler then a totter to a toddler
to a walker then a runner
to a sprinter to the speed of light
and further on and back again

eventually to the brink of understanding
in a moment of the ultimate expanding
landing firmly after crashing through the curtain
finding something unexpected and perplexing
in the ether south of heaven
in the ally of a backstreet in the Crystal City-

where we're waiting in the Q 
one and all for further guidance
impatient and inspired by passions
and the fires of the hearts desires--

in the Crystal city (Time it Trembled)--from the half life project on Bandcamp

The artwork is from a frame in a video that i made filming a painting i was doing organically with paint and brush and paper in a stop frame technique-- the image i took from the video was then run through another filter program just for fun---Check it out if you get a minute-its on youtube---https://youtu.be/PkGRuv8V6sg

Sunday Afternoon Jam (From the half life collection on bandcamp)

Not without a good serving of Nostalgia does this bus ride come to an end--Made such good friends along the way from Zed and back  again--My heartfelt thanks to everyone who made the music and rode the bus with us(on 23 songs in total)--a special thanks to Terry (Tea R Sea} , a founding member of the Smoking trout , a producer extraordinaire , foundational player and the rock on which this and these songs are made-and of course all of you who have listened and encouraged :)     jeff g

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects (intro/middle/outro)
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp! thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local constabulary


Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say things turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground and settled down
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy too  having arrived safe and sound
 without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Johnny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling holy and the player
of the  golden instument divine -till the end of time.

The Quest for the Holy Dumpling - End of the Line - The Smoking Trout

Artwork screen shot and altered from youtube video https://youtu.be/PkGRuv8V6sg

Excerpts from"Stories from the Deep-Zone"

Poem : Deep-Zone Traveler--by jeff gardiner

Deep zone traveler wanders
on the twilight bridge
crossing chasms full of trouble
from ridge to rim

Cowl and cape pulled in against the Tempest bent
in supplication to the wind

Stranger can you tell me
if you know the meaning
of the Riddle
sitting in the middle of the muddle
in a puddle full of people

when he finially got his groove
and later at the gate
as it was sliding towards the latch
he caught a patch of sunlit inspiration
captured in a basket woven with emotions
while all the notions
he held so dear and clear appear
as light and sand and fog and nothin more than that

supplication to the wind

A remaster and a brand new Video https://youtu.be/k-bD4BemH6A?si=UIewOcyO26I1POHQ-- Stephen has Further enhanced an already brilliant music track and made a fantastic video to go with it--Mj Brewer supplied and replaced the original bass line beautifully-stonerjazz wrote and performed the lyrics-i am so happy to reintroduce this song, it is Near and dear to our hearts:) heartfelt thanksTo Stephen and Mark and  in advance to those who find their way to this cool little tune:):)
@texmex-shaman
Mark--@user777114915:

THE TOAD
l was flying down state 95
just ten miles East of Blyth
Hot Rod Lincoln blaring on the radio
My ole pickup truck lt overheated
l had to stop and find some shade
underneath a Palo Verde tree
a blg ole Toad There he spoke to me
He sald "Why don't you give me just a little lick Right here, Right behind my ear

Now you may think lt's a little funny, but l can guarantee
You will thank me ln the end my Friend--

Not wanting to disappoint my new found friend
l took a little tiny lick
and washed lt down with a Beer
After Frothin at the mouth for a little blt
my Consciousness lt took a hit
and headed south ln a flood of light

There are no word that can describe what happened next-
but l can say for sure without a doubt, unequivocally
My brand new Paradigm got tangled up with my Epiphany!!

Shit kickin Toad Lickin(remastered)-TexMex Shaman and MJ Brewer

NEW album released 10/31/2025 SCALAR FIELD ON BANDCAMP listen for free --

stonerjazz

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