Water flows, steadily
In a stream, readily
Til it slows, settling
In a lake, centering
Soaking up, energy
From the sun, animate
Heating up, elevate
Temperature, levitate
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to bump up above in abundance
Anything to jump all the junk at the junction
Generate a punk that'll pump at the puncture
Penetrate the sum and become a spelunker
Syncopated pace that fills the space
Scatter data
Sentiments erased in states that stay 
Static at a
Situated change exchanging rate
Rattled at a
Visually faint but plain array
Fatter as the
Wind in the breeze enter spin,
Enter season
Cyclic simmering in the stew
That we season
Flavors of the vapors that palaver
As they steaming
Clouds billow out in a shroud
Of the teeming
Dust and the spores as they 
Clutch at the forms of the
Water covering the clutter
Stuck at the core, and they
Steer into clear atmospheric
Conditions
Mixing up the pillow fluff
Enough to make a mission
Shoot for the stars and depart
My depiction
Freeze into beads anesthesiatic
Glisten
-ing that brings a sting of
Splintering in singlet
Singing things that
Stop on top of
Thought that dots all the
'I's that shine inside
Swiftly
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to blow down below a demotion
Everything to motor the moan of the motion
Motivate a molten tumult of emulsion
Anything to pull at the poles of propulsion
Density of seeds that seize the scene
Brittle little
Entities on teams of tethering
Fit and fiddle
Feathering of wings to fling the wind
Fit to riddle
Everything in sinking ink that springs
Spit and drizzle
Water drops, pattering
On the earth, splattering
Leaf and rock, lathering 
In a gloss, gathering
Into pools, into drains
As a charge, is attained
Ions pull, in a chain
All is dark, til the strain

From Drift To Drip

Liminal

Lyrics:

Following the way of the will-o
Following the way of the will-o
Following the way of the will-o
Following the way of the will-o

Winter's Way

Pines: Following the Way

A song about how I hate how much people judge each other for what they like...

Lyrics:
Change my routine 
Get a new job
I cut my hair 
To a little French bob 
Change my clothes 
Pierce my nose 
Be too loud 
Be a part of the crowd 
Being an individual
Never gets old 
They’ll always try 
To push you in the mold 

Pressure from all sides 
Be like the rest 
Don’t think for yourself 
we know best 

I’ll pretend to know 
All the new trends 
I’ll sit quietly 
While you talk shit about your friends 
I’ll remember this when 
You ask me to go out 
Do I not even like you??? 
Well, that depends.

Uh oh!
Pressure from all sides 
Be like the rest 
Don’t think for yourself 
We know best 

I won’t judge you 
For what you like
I won’t yuck your yum 
Until you decide that
Someone’s below you 
Because they don’t abide 
By the rules set by
Those up on their horses so high 

And I… and I… 
Won’t assimilate

Sneer Pressure

TINASHE - NASTY (ELIMINATE REMIX)

A hommage to Dan McDonald who is one of the owners and presenters over at 1066fm.online radio where thry have given me free reign to do whetever I like for 2 hours every Saturday evening, then they repeat it 5 times in the week.
Well, this was a little thing I pulled together just for Dan who is on Santa's naughty list for being a messer and a bit sexist, so he's the baddest boy.

Lyric by Yvonne Josephine Ridgeway 
Musdical composition by Joseph Carleton Beal and James Ross Boothe



The Baddest Boy

First song for February Album Writing Month 2025. Tried to write a song that sounds as different from my normal stuff as possible. 
Lyrics:
One of these days the sun will rise at a decent time 
One of these days I’ll eat dinner in the sunshine 
I don’t make use of the daylight that we’ve got
I feel like I might have just lost the plot 
Is it just me or is it feeling sorta hot 

One of these days the nights will feel warm and welcoming
One of these days I’ll stand in the dark and its enveloping Cool 
but not cold and I’ll be thankful it’s not 
I’ll forget what it feels like to be forgot 
I won’t feel like I’m just clinging to what’s left of the plot 

One of these days warm winds will rush and thrash and crash into Spring 
One of these days will arrive on a robin’s wing 
The dark times will end tidied up into a knot 
One more year’s done, door closed, thanks a lot 
Hopefully this next year will have a different plot 

Care about the Earth before it’s too late 
Or just keep complaining about the weather while sitting on the wrong side of the pearly gates 

daylight savings storyboard

behold

Testo Valtaoja - Hapanta härveliin

Oon aivan liian derssoni tänään
mutta taas huomenna normaali kun kännätään

Ensin pitää tankata vanha kurarumpu
jos tyhjään mahaan juodaan, niin sitten laulaa urku
Sopu pappaa ja Ahtisaarta kattilaan
intolientä keuhkoon ja kunnon biitti makkaraa

Hapanta härveliin,
mie tarviin kiisselii
oon liian derssoni
näihin piimäpisneksiin

Kohta iskee hätä, koska mistään ei saa mittää
normaalisti tähän aikaan oisin jo tättärää
ei oo tekoäly päällä kun ei oo huulilla mukia
terraformaan marssia, älä sie mulle rupia
nelivedost ei oo tietoo kohta alkaa jalat kulkea
no mitä siitä vaik mul on vielki naama turpea

PIIMÄÄ
MIE TARVIIN PIIMÄÄ
PIIMÄÄ
HAPANTA HÄRVELIIN

From Drift To Drip

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