A composition based on a slightly silly poem of mine. 

"Daylight came, daylight went, and then a big, bright moon was sent,
 To visit and to dream with me, just as I poured a cup of tea.
 The night flew by to meet the dawn, then suddenly the moon was gone,
 A lovely sight, a magic night, spent dreaming with the moon.”

The Lovely Paris Moon

Dreaming With The Moon

Sanddune II.

A stripped down version of this song with just me and my guitar
And here’s a link to a more highly produced version https://on.soundcloud.com/ilKgH0ZJjkQdhPEuk7

Copyright 2025

Verse 1
I’ve never seen the Great Wall; I’ve never been to Japan.
I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower; it’s not part of my bucket list plan.
I don’t need to stand in line for two hours so I can see the Mona Lisa for thirty seconds.
I can see the same thing at home for free on my computer.

Chorus
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Verse 2
I don’t want to sit in a pressurized cylinder, with only a bag of peanuts to eat,
As I’m elbowed by a stranger who decides he wants to ventilate his feet.
I don’t want to go to a tourist trap and hang out with a bunch of ugly Americans.
If I want to see ugly Americans, all I’ve gotta do is step outside.

Chorus (Repeat)
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Bridge
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Verse 3
Waking up early, rushing to the airport, to get on a crowded flight,
Trying to find space in the overhead bin and not get in a fight.
When you get there, you can’t drink the water, and the alcohol can make you go blind.
That doesn’t sound like the optimal place for a person to unwind.
You have to ration your underwear, or you’ll have to wear it inside out again for a second time.
You have to keep your money in a belt or you could be the victim of a pickpocketing crime.

Bridge (Repeat)
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Not a Rambling Man (Acoustic Version)

Let´s play the Mambo. ( 1993 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

'killing myself to live'

something spontaneous until the next.

scotty: acoustic pearl export drums (recorded on phone voice recorder), fender squire 3/4 bass, epiphone casino, lyrics, vocals.

I want to turn off but it's so hard off turnin'.
So, instead I'll keep on drinkin' and burnin'.

Killing myself to live.
No one else to forgive but myself
for this torture. Self inflicted.

Now I'm licking my wounds,
yet have nothing to prove.
And I can live with myself
knowing I'm in my groove.

killing myself to live

'couldn't forget' with Seafoam Sweater Girl.

Seafoam Sweater Girl: lyrics, vocals, guitar.
Scotty: acoustic pearl export, fender 3/4 bass, epiphone casino

couldn't forget (with Seafoam Sweater Girl)

Original composition by Neno J.
Electric guitar Gibson Les Paul Studio, Ibanez bass, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100, Guitar Rig 5, November 2025.

Speedy blues

" Praise ye the Lord" is an Air form Georg Friedrich Handel's oratorio "Solomon", written in 1748.
The anonymous libretto is currently thought to have been written by the English Jewish poet/playwright Moses Mendes. It is based on the biblical stories of the wise king Solomon from the First Book of Kings and the Second Book of Chronicles.

violin - Clarke Alonzi, Anna Downes
viola - Philip Hayman
organ - Helen Roberts
voice - Robert Llewellyn

We hope you'll enjoy!

lyrics

Praise ye the Lord for all his mercies past,
Whose truth, whose justice will for ever last.

Praise ye the Lord  (Solomon - Georg Friedrich Handel)

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 estrordiinair , foundational player and the rock on which this and these songs are made-and of course all of you who have listened and ecouraged :)     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

my main mutha brother mike from way back wrote and copyrighted these lyrics. I spun a simple three chord tune for it to ride out on and put  an act together. cheers all ye merry folks. get out there and have some fun. 

bayou cowboy

Hello….. It’s snowing now. I recorded this song in a snowstorm the other day… inside of course. I was working on a folk song. Fingerpicking and traditional lyrics, and as what sometimes happens, I really wasn’t really feeling it. So I cranked things up a bit and here we go. I’ll be 70 years old in a few months, which seems like some sort of milestone. (Better than a tombstone) I started listening to music as a young teenager in the 60’s, when my friend Joe turned me on to a lot of great music, most notably, the Woodstock Album. He’s dead now. I never played an instrument or sung until the late 80’s when plucked my first guitar in Germany. Within the last 15 years, I have been learning about and playing music. (Now’s my chance.) Ha. So this is really Old Timer’s music: Hahahahahahahaha. Hope you like the song and thanks for dropping by. Mark

On The Road Again

"more fun than i deserve" 
" stepping off the ledge with desire"
NEW album released 10/31/2025 SCALAR FIELD ON BANDCAMP listen for free or own it for the price of a couple  Frappuccino's   :)

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

stonerjazz