This is the second Alliteration word extravaganza with its headwaters in a large pool of poetry words and ideas created by Jo Richter and me over the last few months with maximum attention to rime and flow letting the story unfold of its own accord--Some funny stuff happened 
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After climbing a low  hill in an altered state i met a woman who said she was from the future. i meant to tell her something
got distracted and turned away
When i turned back, she was a thousand miles away
a point of light in the southern Sky and then the thought it just slipped away

My OTher's coming over uninvited all the time asking if i want to make some music
"well i don't see why not" is the answer to the question every time and it;s sublime-
Making music with that other fella in my head--
So you see, it's not a single psychopath After all--
It's a pair of Parrots perching on a neutron star or riding in a car or scratching in the dirt with a crooked stick-

A Morphine moment Nite Cap
the sound of one hand clapping
Belly's slapping to the rhythm of the music 
lunatics laughing at the linen in the lonely hotel lobby-

Cousin Bobby and his sister Sheila cycle south on brand new bikes
blinded by the brilliant broken sky-
All the purple people eaters thought they heard her cry Out
all the people thought they heard her Cry
With an enigmatic smile she explained sheepishly that it was just a cinder or a tiny pebble in her eye and that she never never ever ever cries-

She was thinking bout bobby's sister suzi stipping off her Sari at a party causing such a scene in her itsy bitsy teeny-weeny tiny yellow polka dot Bikini
With her boyfriend Bruno who was feedin doggy treats to the children in the neighbor hood and Suzi's bulldog Buster though she likes to call him spike who is munching and schlurping assorted cheese and meats from the party platter on the counter in the kitchen all the while while thinking that it doesn't really matter

Brand New Bikes with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

deep mind 6(synth)-mellotron-roland Vt-4-Roland drum/bass-Stratocaster-les Paul- Epiphone acoustic-Roland amp models--Voice---Djembe--e bow-179 bpm

BRAIN PASTE

Tampered Tempo's

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

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