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)

This is a song in response to a Drum Track that Ava from .spinthedrum made, some time ago.. the original was just guitars... Wilfried Hanrath(W:I:L-o'-the wisp) recently added a 
 very interesting bass line and a synth track.. I very much like the addition and am proud to present this new "Bisquits and Tea..

Biscuit N Tea (featuring Wifried Hanrath and .spinthedrum (AVA))

There's some diving ducks down on the dock
they have to share the waters with the otters.
who also like that spot.
They don't know nothin bout the internet
And they don't give a damn about who's President
They just like to swim around all day
Under the water and eat those Fleshy Fishes
Cause they're so Dog Gone Delicious.

Now the gooses are arriving and the ganders they are fighting
and contriving to establish their Goosy Macho standing in the 
Hierarchy of the Gaggle.

And all the said Parties and Some Others
keep sharp eyes to the sky on the lookout for the Mighty Eagles
who hunt so fiercely with their Terrible and unforgiving Talons.

And the Spring is peeking through the Storm Clouds while each
and everyone is anticipating Her Arrival.

There's some Diving Ducks Down on the Dock.(the hierarchy of the Gaggle)

There's Lizzards on the walls in my hotel, it's hot as hell and it don't smell like my home town.
There's strangers in the halls, and the Punjab calls
while children laugh out loud without regard or regret

Ensconced in cotton course and white
the Charpois wait for another night
and the jet is on the runway, waiting for the northern flight
and Kashmir waits with open arms and mountains bright.

There's Lizzards on the walls of my hotel
Theres loaded Tongas on the teeming street that's lined with open stalls of spice and fruit and brass and salt and hanging meat.

There's Lizzards on the walls
Marigolds strung on strings wrapped around all kind of things.
Beggers on the street with broken arms and legs and feet, still smiling as they reach through diesel fumes and swarms of flys and eyes that stare longingly for some relief.

The Privileged life it dawns on me i didn't see till then and there
where a thousand stare in disbelief 
Humbled like a thief before the judge.

There's Lizzards on the Walls(a distant memory)

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)

So juicy and so purple black
Profusion in the mortal stack
Relentless in their silent March
To dominate the universe
With a vengeance few can understand

Dilitants with good intentions
Were enlisted and abetted
The invasion from the Himalayas
Where they landed long ago
From the planet of the purple berry
In a tiny spaceship made of Gold

Sent by cosmic tricksters
With intellect and agendas
Way beyond our comprehension

Now they're in my backyard
Now they're at my door
Razor canes drawn for battle
Like Neolithic Swords

Some say the Cobbler makes it worth the Risk
But I'm not so shore.

Planet of the Purple Berry (Himalayan blackberry)

'l swear to tell the whole guitar and nothing but the guitar, so help me Elvis"
"Sounds good when you play lt loud"
Some Guitars having a conversation-----------------A long distance jam, with my good Friend Stephen of TexMex Shaman- and his beautiful custom Telecaster (pictured)-- What a thrill! Thank you, Stephen, and thanks to all Those who Glve this Tune a spin--

Hats off to TMS for his brilliant technical work:)

Infinity+1 with TEXMEX SHAMAN

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

lyrics to sixteen worlds away


Let us glve you what we've got
there's no reason for the things that broke your heart
that was the last thing that he sa!d 

l'm feeling pretty good
considering the circumstance
he sald with a sigh

he got a little Jaded
he decided joy and pa!n
both were slightly somewhat overrated
Simply incidental to existence ln the Ether

she was standing on the road ln the Rags of her remorse
eyes so Bright
and on her golden platform ln the 
mud of what was Lost

l'm sixteen worlds away from you
she sa!d
l know lt's hard to get lt through your head

l'm here and there
and lt's getting difficult 
to keep my continuity-
(for reasons that are not exactly clear to me)

Sixteen Worlds Away

MlCK and l made this song over two years ago--He most generously agreed to let me Publish---You may have heard lt at his address- We both Love thls song very much, And we hope you do too!!:):)

Production and all orchestrations By Teth Sin
Lyrics and Singing ------by Stonerjazz

The Maestro

captured in the eddy of the river bright, the still life painted with the colors of the soul, the dead-eyed and the damaged wander through the landscape of the misty light without compassion for our plight.

even in the darkest night there’s drops of paint, notes from my guitar, and tiny light that usher in such lush delights, though worthless in the merchants eye, the maestro has the wings to fly…

it’s a big mess, got a hole in my chest, taken down and crushed like apples in a press, i confess to everything i’ve ever done. every single one of us… on the run.

when minds are quiet, the stink of revolution floats in the air, and the overlords they waste away in deep despair… slippin in the deep end not so quietly. fantastic sights!!
tin can rattle in the back, living in a tiny shack, standing in the middle of a two lane blacktop gazing at a cloud i saw some thirty years ago.

The Maestro  featurlng Teth Sin

Another Guitar Confabulation With TexMex Shaman whom also did the producing-
This has left me without adequate adjectives-So for those of you who are lovers of the guitar and who  care to, please have a listen--You be the judge-- The soundcloud Al dubbed lt NEUROFUNK--🕉

VELCRON (jamming with TexMex Shaman)

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

Vocals Jo Richter and jeff gardiner

poem by Jo Richter

The timid tip of your toe won't do
Tensions tighten till you break through
 scintillating Screeds of singular hue
turtle purple, piranha blue.

The torrid tip of my tongue won't Try
to call out the creatures that boldly swim by
superpositions of fact and belief
when the riff vibrates the sea and the reef.

Cymbals bells lyres when the goddess is near
it Says as is quintillion tier
The tentative tug won't tear down the tarp
Zen scholars tend the unplugged Harp...

The Tentative Tug-- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

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

a collaboration of @user-911083679 and @sonic-textures

words: jeff gardiner and jo richter
initial arrangement, voice and everything music: Jeff Gardiner
final arrangement, jaw harp, ravish, and post-production: jo richter

in the hills, there are trees
//: wild things, growing on the slopes ://

cold sweat holds fear at bay
and yet a peg is squarely driven into bone and gristle
delusions breed sight
the picture moving like a ghost amongst the boulders
in the hills, there are trees
wild things, thick stems are growing on the slopes
sheltering birds who flutter and preen indifferently
birds singing with ease, picture perfect, perfect pitch
and they remember all the words in perfect pitch
ease evoking mirth
god‘s infantile pranks
and fortunes of mood
ripple down through the ranks
to the nauseous roots
of behavior filed
with cunning indolence
and insurrections denied
in unbidding silence
is that what you mean

Wild Things growing on the Slopes--with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

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!

@sonic-textures

procedure: Jeff and jo co-composed the lines that eventually made it into the lyrics. Jeff then selected and condensed those lines into a single poem and recorded a spoken version. jo added some modulation and instrumentation, mostly urban field recordings and vst (organ, cello, choir) in quite a gritty mix. Jeff created a mellotron track as well as a remodulation of the reading and jo added some delayed quitar and incorporated all of that into the mix. Eventually, Jeff performed an amazing e-bow solo which jo aðded into the brew - asking his software to also magic up some time reversal and stretching .... ah, the hermetic arts of the mixing desk! image: copyright jo richter

lyrics / copyright Jeff gardiner and jo richter:

I dreamed of bees and she's ensconced
lovingly covered in wax and honey
in her shock

Coy teenagers carry their mothers' frigid deferral
on their sleeves
enticing the junk yard louts -
creating silver bullets for the gentlemen of lore

The porter took the luggage through a doorway made of fog
- snake masters of the charming trades and the Gorgon in the lobby
offer terror as a benefit and a hobby

Fake slaughter of willing lambs
souls embalmed in resin prayers
heretics and fools
buying artificial artifacts from the vendors
in the palace lobby after hours

While towers in the distance seem to shimmer
in the brilliant heat of golden stars exploding
in the summer of his thoughts
while the unknown spawn of heavy metal Gibson psalms
is inspired by the razor wire,  coiled
and singing in the wind

Psalms- With Jo and Jeff-

@mahan-mahan
The Genius of Mahan Mahan is responsible for and the creator of All instrumentals/ musical arrangements / mixes and Production--

Stonerjazz -lyrics and vocals

Burning Pages
by jeff gardiner

mother mother may i have another moment in the light
sister brother seeking renovation in a nation with an ugly reputation
but never meeting in the middle
and craters morphing into something more connected
Lovers haters
closely followed by the wind that wanders all about
while we shout
we didnt know the difference and we didnt till much later
When the blooms had all fallen from the bush
and i was standing at the crossroads
smoking cigarettes with god
while she was telling jokes about the devil

Always hope to give and get
a final gesture of concern
thats not too much to ask
all things being equal as they are
how far we must have traveled and when we wagered on a winner
and free dinner and other things that sings
about a history told by a boneless prophet in a moment of reprisal
on that holy desert, about a twirly girly and a swirly apparition

Will you tell me if you know the truth about the candle in the window
and why it's lit, and the whereabouts of the lighter
was he a fighter in the revolution where the Guiot tine was king?

it didnt matter to the mother, she was not appeased
and dreadful weather it continued unabated,
they should have left it, but they didn't
being human as they are
bit it really didnt change the nature of the crisis,

The silent witness standing on the corner in the Rain
finially had a reason to recite
the dictim of the ages. burning pages after pages after pages
as she read them in a rage..

Turning Pages---- with ↯Mahan↯💀↯Mahan↯

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

The headwaters for this song is based on a beautiful electric Guitar song that Stephen had living in his hard drive for a long time--i had some lyrics sitting unused and unloved in a notebook--this is the result--Stephen is the producer electric guitar player and everything else but the acoustic guitar and vocals which is me) Cheers to my friends and strangers out there in soundcloud land--huge thanks to Stephen and a pre thank you to all who may pass this way--jeff g

She was a beauty in her prime at 17
at 31 she was sublime
The way her body moved and the bedroom promise in her
made men and woman bold with her desire
She had those bedroom eyes yeah she had those bedroom eyes

I wasn't able to appreciate the nature of her twisted intellect and drive twards darker things
i don't suppose i liked her all that much before i loved her-
I cannot deny that beauty has a value
though I'm not all that entanged in the reasons for that revelation
Being Biological in Nature'
if they exist at all, the benefits cannot be quantified
She was a psycho psycho Pathic nympho Maniac and i loved her dearly!!

Bertha ( featuring TexMex Shaman )

liner notes: this song took some maze-walking to arrive at its destination. our album of collaborations on bandcamp ( stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out ) spawned a sonic thank-you card from Jeff. the lyrics came together fast and dirty from both Jeff and I. soon, we had enough material for several parts. references to literature and history spanned all around us like a rainbow bubblegum bubble inflated by the selfish lungs of a baby dictator. at some point, even a common friend joined our efforts which then led to side-projects being spawned. all of this turned into a creative tornado driven by such an energy that I could not stand it anymore and withdrew to the sidelines .... and just a few days later Jeff shared this beauty with all new music to our common lyrics. jeff, my friend, you're a ****** genius! Generously, Jeff indulged me in accepting the suggestion for a cover image I produced - based on a Budapest statue I photographed in 2011. no, the world is not spinning as fast as our creative processes - but you need a darn good stomach for sure .... and hope still sits somewhere in the dark looking out, wide-eyed. jo
                       
    A Makeshift Life--co-written by Jo Richter and Jeff Gardiner


we do not need a future
we do not need a past
the eagle glides where people fall
Oceana Oceana Oceana , Eurasia

a makeshift life
instructions not included
do you want to sing along
with a wordless song
that goes like this--
blah blah blah 
blah blah blah

carved from duty
eugenic beauty
Hugo Boss is your tailor
ordained and named in the mainframe

look at the broken plans you fixed
or all those cigarettes you smoked
think about the dogs you might have known
or those Righteous fights you fought
or friends who've come and gone
does it matter or does it not-

it’s another helpless history day
and that genie in the laptop has had his say
just check the box is still okay
just check Pandora’s box is still okay

TAYGETUS MONS (1984 REVISIONIST EDITION) The Half Life series

The first Smoking Trout song since the last Holy Dumpling song--So great to make some music with Terry and his wonderful Synth Runs and Stephen's magical guitar Play--Many thanks to my digital home boys and greeting to all my Soundcloud friends old and New--
Terry also did the excellent production and artwork on this project=
I wrote the poem and did the vocals in response to what is happening to our world in these very strange days--Hope ya'll Enjoy The Music--

Always get a little sentimental
in the middle of the conversation
when i think about all the options offered
during the assimalation

when the level of concern
and the nature of the consternation
for the mundane and the useless
made it difficult to accept or advocate the privilege
and the worship of the lucky landing of the crooked Cowboys

Though sentimental in its nature
its making meditations incomplete
and decisions Faulty
just distractions while we fiddle in the middle of another Crisis
in the simulation
and the monkeys say "Good good Real good yum yum yum yum
now we're gonna get some Yeah"

Assimilation-The Smoking Trout -Tea R Sea-TexMex Shaman

Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).
 


My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car

 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine


 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 

the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 

vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 

protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 

i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 

tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 

raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves

 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars

mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-

i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avocado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call

Hakan's Shuffle(the Nitro club mix) in collaboration with Well and Jo Richter-140bpm

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

The Body of this grand orchestral work is Jo's -some additional music was provided by me using a a fender custom parallel universe Telecaster running through a mel 9 pedal on a cello setting-Together We created the words using a freestyle technique that yields words and ideas that are surprising to even Us--It is such a privilege and an honor  to conspire  
with Mr. Jo Richter-- greetings to those of you that find your way to this , song.  I hope you enjoy...

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

Kung Tze in the SubwayCar -with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

It's just up over that Next Hill ( from The Half-Life project on bandcamp)

i stepped into the warm night summer air
i saw her then and there
she had a jasmine blossom in her hair
and she was floating in the air

she whispered something in my ear
nothing is real nothing is true
there's absolutely nothing you can do
Enjoy the ride, it's over sooner than you think..

i saw my death off to my left and it looked like a spider.
i'd seen it before but then it looked like a door
and before that it looked like a raven.
and then sometimes it just looks like a shadow.

the raven was white and in flight at my left headed west.
the country was lush and rough
lava, pine trees, and springwater.

a magical place.

Dreamscape

Since i no longer have a Pro Status, my minutes are limited--Many songs had to be deleted from this page--But they have been migrated to Bandcamp--in form of albums--That is a work in progress--The half life series(which are songs with short term stays on soundcloud) will find its permanent home on Bandcamp in the form of an lp- Followers and listeners are hard to come by on Bandcamp for reason that are unclear, but if you get a chance please give that music a little Love-- Thanks to all my soundcloud Friends new and old:) see links below! cheers jeff g--

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