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 guitar piece done long ago depicting 5 moods...there are other excerpts from this work on this page, and a fantastic treatment by Devin Locke who broke it into 2 songs some time last year (ragged/spat/coin and 4plain/I'm not opposed).. I was somehow able to get tones out my stratocaster That i have never quite been able to duplicate....so here it is ..the whole enchalada!!

The Krux Of The Bisquit

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

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...

These lyrics are to be found in an entirely different  setting in a collaboration with Furico Music Team and Teth Sin, on Teth Sin's site called "The Mighty Himalayas"

Beloved Sisters Of The Storm

We told some lies
we touched the sky
the cliff it sluffed away in heavy rain
and left a gaping gash upon it's face.
it took the trees
it even took the shrubberies

We all sat down on our respective curbs
with heads in hands and played our favorite tunes
performed before and audience that none can see.
you know i really miss your company.
you know i really miss your company.

Rest in reason, move in Passion
living in illusion
living incidentally.
don't you worry about annihilation or creation
Burst asunder
monumental Blunder
little tiny fragments blown past all known horizons.
only to eventually be gathered up upon the waking
and one by one assembled for the rising of the Chorus
for the rising of the chorus.

I've finally got my feet back on the ground
i've finally left that dirty little town.
it's been living in my brain, i guess i found another lane.
and it's real nice out here on the plain.
 it's so goddamn clear. 
and i'm not feeling any pain at all, no, i'm not feeling any pain at all.

No Pain............

Nik is the producer on this Song..He also played rhythm guitar, furished percussion, bass, and base synth music..Also did vocals and backup vocals..any special FX, and the awesome artwork for
this project.. It has been a Gas and totally enjoyable experience... Stonerjazz is responsible for the lead guitar, lyrics, and vocals...  Hope ya'll enjoy this dark slightly humorous tune/poem...
                 LYRICS
I've got about two hours before i have to go back to reality
i got so damned relaxed, i'm fucked up to the max
you know this is the highlight of my day.
i sure wish it lasted longer, i might have to find something stronger.
immortality is not a possibility anyway.

i'm waiting for Euphoria, i'm waiting for Euphoria
 Out on the edge so bright and cool, Restless waves of Brilliant darkness down below whisper me a fool..Whisper me a fool.
i got so damned relaxed, i'm fucked up to the max, you know this is the highlight of my day..i sure wish it lasted longer, i may have to find something stronger, immortality is not a possibility anyway..

It's cool and clear and bright out here above the cheaters and the lovers and the fighters, daydreamers, betrayers,and the liars stacked in layers like hotcakes on your Momma's kitchen table. Admit the truth if you know it,even though it's just  amalgamated combinations of opinions from the minnions of the overlords.

Tell us all about the sacred Books oh captain of the guard.is there something to be said in defense of  Intellect aside from the fact that it makes us hard to kill. So everyone please take your pill, the government will foot the bill.

This strange exotic, apocalyptic  somewhat erotic musical notes of this life surreal is yanking at my heartstrings.
Turns out to be just the ticket for a perfect afternoon..

I've got about two hours before i have to go back to reality...

EUPHORIA( produced by and featuring Nic) lyrics in the bio

A poem about this political internet climate , long gone love, friendship, forgiveness and of course musical collaboration, The beautiful body of this song is an ambient work from Wilfried Hanrath.. I have added a bassline from a Roland bass machine, lyrics and vocals, and a complimentary musical background made with a Fender strat and Melotron..  Fyi, Wlifried has done another version of this song with an added intrumental verse in the middle that is very beautiful and well worth a listen that can be found on his page..!!

Lyrics:
Insular depravity, and  narratives so Bizarre and Brazen, stuffed full in cavities with hand grenades, chocolate bars, and mason jars full of unfamlliar items.
Please sit a spell and help me with the truth, it's hard to tell sometimes, and it can hurt like hell.
You gave me water from that spring that filled the tank, it was the sweetest coldest, cleanest, clearest water that i ever drank, But now i have to let it go and not a moment waste on life long gone and lived in reckless haste.

LONGINGS***Take 2  ( A collaboration with W:I:L-o' the-wisp. WILFRIED HANRATH..)

Hangin by a thread, i thought of something someone said, then slipped beyond the pale to walk amongst the shadows of the pine.
The southern wind sublime upon my face, the tracks of tears erased, washed clean of any trace.
that leaves me to a tiny possibility of Grace.

A tiny possibility of grace.

Every day the stack grows taller and we can't differentiate between the flyers and the fallers, is it paradise or is it squalor? doesn't take a scholar.
Father dark and Mother bright and bruised, the fist the belt the angry welt., don't get me wrong, I aint complaining, we're all players of the hands we're dealt We never had a chance, but still we're obligated. Every day it gets a little closer, the clock the clock is ticking tick tock and i've got a lot of nothing left to spout, seems to me that there was not a lot of reciprocity when this whole thing came about.

I always hoped there was a chance for an invitation to the dance with squirrels and swirls and twirls and murals of workers and warriors and women  in pearls and boys and girls with toys and all their noise.  some things may not be as cut and dried as you may think, relax my friend, no need to hide, it's in the script, i think you better take a seat and have a drink with me.. have a drink with me right now!

Tip - Top

Jo from "sonic structures and silent stretches" asked me if i wanted to take a crack at making some music with this amazing poem.This is the result..

                           Closure
She proudly delighted in endearing innocence.
Deep in the mountain of 
timidly blue window glazings
she traded it in for knowledge.

She proudly reveled in enlightened
knowledge when the 
pleasingly golden summer winds blew
She traded it in for experience.

She proudly clad in coarse
experience. Within minds reach
of pale flight radar clicking.
She traded it in for submission.

She loathed being embraced by 
submission. In the misty haze 
of a midwinter mugging
she traded it in for control.

She employed control to project
righteousness. Next to the stalwart
vents exuding office hours.
It felt intimately close to innocence.

When Age brought Dementia
she crossed streets without looking.
she had no idea of who or when or where.
But She kept straightening her Spine.

Closure(A poem by Jo Richter of 'Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches')(ROUGHCUT)

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))

This is the second poem that Jo Richter of ' Sonic structures and Silent stretches' has sent me. It is a companion poem to our first joint effort called 'Closure".  I love Jo's poems..

                                          Breathing Plastics

When she left for other places
she chose a something to leave behind
For she knew the chroniclers
were not used to keep her kind in mind.

Breathing monsoons to keep living
having what the locals have
she clad in hides of extinct beauty
and left a something when she left..

He'd know what to look for 
when traveling fenced off lands.
That one something feeling all familiar
By the roadside, held in sands..

Breathing plastics wrapped in Air
filtering the local waters
sticking Hazmat suits and Wellies
He followed Late. Building her Alters.

Breathing Plastics ( A poem written by Jo Richter(Sonic structures and Silent stretches)

This is such an interesting project by Wilfried Hanrath(W:I:L), who combined 2 songs from a collection of Collaborations That i did with .spinthedrum(Ava) some time ago. Wilfried Added synth and Bass and frankly i don't know what else to this "NEW" song. This is Wilfried's Third song in his interpretations  of the .spinthedrum series, and once again i am blown away and honored by his efforts and am proud to present His latest masterpiece..

Birthday Walkabout (Featuring Wilfried Hanrath* (W:I:L)and Ava(.spinthedrum)

John Lennon wrote em.. Beatles sang em. last song on Abby Road. brilliant and beloved.  They opened the door!!! and here we are!!!

I Wantchu so Bad (you're driving me mad)

My lifelong and best friend Mikey B. (a brilliant wood master) made and then GAVE me this Guitar. this was His first effort at building a guitar. The body is Spalted Maple and has a hand worked arched top, the neck is made from a center cut from a Huge maple branch that fell in a winter storm several years ago..  Frets and inlays all done by hand the rose wood fretboard was purchased as a block and worked down to it present state. Powered by acoupla Seymore Duncan jet packs. with Grover Tuners a neck adjustment.. the finest adustable bridge. Everything about this guitar is Sublime and plays like a dream with action so sweet.  I have never played a guitar of this spectacular quality.. This song, is  a little test drive..

Mikey (test drive)

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)

This is Third in a series of Poems That Jo Richter has so Generously let me use. Anyone that has ever tried to write lyrics for a song, knows that good lyrics are hard to come by.  When i first read jo's poems, it was and is a cathartic experience. I hope i made a good song out of this GREAT Poem..

OLD SONG

Met the girl that Dürer drew
Spoke in dreams she did to you
Spoke of morphic co-creation
But, alas, she's no relation
Of the mage that has no clue

Took a girl to a ball on the moon
Where Milton's soul served on a dune
Had some bourbon, died of fear
Prophets wailed but dear queen Lear
Had no mercy on the loon

Venus painted on her bed
Sipped from grails of liquid lead
Do you believe, she asked, in rest
Or restauration, no man's quest
Will shroud the beauty of the dead

Was addressed on Stromboli
By a girl with eyes to see
Colours flared and clouds dispersed
On gilded shields for, oh, she nursed
Too many snakes to set one free

Found an ancient photograph
Of a girl engulfed in love
That smelled the rain about to fall
On pastures vain, she'd charmed some shawl
To conceal her just enough

Travelled to the promised land
Where the knotted throngs disband
Love's ancient goddess held a rally
In some lone deserted alley
On a rostrum made of sand

Do you know a place to be
A chalk-cast fresco asked of me
My wings are small, I cannot fly
And all my quiver has run dry
For Ovidus is exiled to Romany

OLD SONG.........a poem written by JO RICHTER (SONIC STRUCTURES AND SILENT STRETCHES)

This is the next Reimagining of the .spinthedrum/stonerjazz collaborations by Wilfried Hanrath of W:I:Lo' the wisp. Once again, Wilfried's wonderful and skilled vision has both surprized and thrilled. Thank you Wilfried..

Wilfried Hanrath - Cool Abberation (STONERJAZZ & AVA), Rework

I Recently had the pleasure and the honor of working on a Furico Music Team-music works Album project. A Fantastic and wonderfully complex collection of 10 songs  simply called "Leaked Live FMT 1" and "Leaked Live FMT2". I am presenting this song With FMT and Windscale Blues Experiment's kind permission.  It is a first take out-take that i was quite Taken with, And quite a bit different than the final cut. Thanks for the listen and Please check this "Live" album out!😊🕉
Lyric..
I just had and idea about an idea about an idea that someone else had.
The Cats were meowing the Farmers were plowing
The Earth was spinning around and around.
There are a few moments that are truly sublime
but most of the time, that's just not the case.
one thing iI've learned in this life that's true.
One psychopath is better than two.

I thought it was dollar but it just turned out to be a dime
i thought that i had found true love but i got out just in time
I thought it was a favor but it turned out to be Crime,
I thought it was just a moment, but it took up all my time..
furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/leaked-l…fmt-2.html,@windscaleblues,

Bangriddim 594 (outtake From "Leaked LIVE FMT2"album)   Furico Music Team/Windscale Blues Experiment

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)

stems are available


Hawk caught a rabbit , took it high up in the air
Eagle caught the hawk much to his despair.
Eagle didn't notice that the hawk had a Hare.
and they all came down, yeah they all came down 
to the ground, to the ground.
They all came down.

Bones and fur and feathers clutched together, tangled in the heather
and i wondered what i was seeing
while standing in the shrubbery by the river in the mountains
where i had a vision of a high way in Nevada
and a sandstone archway floating in the sun.

When i finally got the news, i almost bought a gun..

Hawk Caught A Rabbit------OPEN COLLABORATION

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

46.6 bpm


Talking to myself outloud about time and a reality that cannot be quantified.


This moment

The moment this moment 
is the only moment that exists
the moment this moment 
is not a measurement of time
it takes no time at all
there is no measurement that small
the moment when the moment 
passes from the future to the past
is not a measurement of time at all
but a place in space
like a string of pearls in a void.

This Moment

Some of the lyrics in this songs have been used in other songs. specifically the "Overstated Verse" was first used in the "Double shot of Cuervo" and the "i had to dig a hole" verse has been used in a Furico music team collaboration that is still l in production. I liked how they fit in this song!

Tiny Tyrants
A chip a chirp and then the Strike.
Inexplicable in origin or in fact.
a distant memory unknown and yet familiar
as a house-hold pet.
Which brings up the fact that I outlived ten dogs and cats
and grieved so hard their Tragic Passing.

Quiet isolation, So delicious
causes course derision and division 
among the Tiny Tyrants
A waste of time of which i have not enough of.
Malice pushes through and stabs me in my heart.
and leaves behind another broken part
that always mends a little crooked.

I had to dig a hole so deep that i Fell in
and i never managed to get out again
This life is just a state of mind
and there's no need to be Unkind
mistakes are made from time to time 
and who's to say they were mistakes at all.
Someone's gotta make the call.
Someone's gotta take the Fall.

overrated understated slightly dated speculations
on the origins related to complicit complications
of intention and the nature of invention 
in the manufacture of Reality.

Tiny Tyrants.....Artwork by Kris F

Some ideas about Clarity of Intent and word Fun.

It's not how i would choose to live, the love you took from me was not mine to give
I suppose you think you know the truth.
Extrapolation and the lack Thereof, Precursor to the gods above.
and the failure to correlate within the present circumstance the results of actions taken in the past.
This never ceases to amaze and complicate the connecting of the dots
in the purple Haze.
While intellect is Boiling off like steam, A stream of single thoughts that joins the clouds around their heads
Walking in the desert late at night
far from their Bed
on a quest.
though perception of the consequence is not precise
Some scenarios can at least be precieved 
and in doing so, can mitigate the original intention.
Is the fairy dust curated by the prisoner in the Mortal Coil?


Life's a Joke 
and if you're not laughing
well, the jokes on you
sometimes it Happens
cosmic comedy
 won't you set me free
i just want to go Ramblin around, just want to go ramblin around

Prisoner of the Fairy Dust.

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)

This is another collaboration with my friend EnigmaCurry ..  Another instance of 1+1  equaling more than two.. This is some very unique tones..Enjoy

2 blocks west of heaven - STONERJAZZ | EnigmaCurry

"The summers almost gone again..it's about to pass away..
 i wish i could figure out how to make the summer stay"
                         electric guitar
                         acoustic guitar
                         voice

MEDITATION FOR SUMMER(rain)

Winter Rain (art by Olivia R)

The Infinite.  (5th 0f 5, excerpt from "the Krux of the Biskit")remastered

This is the 3rd mix of several that Tea Are Sea and i put together for this project...the final mix can be found here as a repost and at Terry's place!! i liked this version quite a bit so i have included it of course   with Tea Are Sea's gracious blessing...😊

This thing makes me travel
this thing makes me unravel
this thing looks like a door
a song and a poem gonna take me home
out to the stars, out way past mars.
Now you may think there's going to be some sort of continuity
or some relativity to something
well if you do, that's simply not the case
it just a way to harmonize, and make a bridge from me to you.

i wanna blow your doors off, i wanna blow your mind
i wanna do it with a song, i think that would be fine..
i think it's as good and ambition as any, so that's what i'm gonna do
and if for some reason it doesn't work out, i'm gonna blame it all on you

chorus..

Travel/Unravel(A song and a poem)Tea Are Sea/STONERJAZZ/ mix#3

Started as one thing and became Something else
                                                                                 JG

STONERJAZZ

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