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Been a while.............

The light it never comes
Even with eyes open wide
Though all of you are all around
Isolation swells inside

CH: I feel that pain
That I must face alone
I have this shame
That I must face alone
The Anguish Drains
And I must face alone
Thoughts never change
That I must face alone

I don't recognize myself
So how can you all see
The distance that I feel
Though I've everything round me

CH

Just that thought or simple word
You were unafraid to call
Helped shine a light inward
And I stood a little tall

CH2: And you're reaching out
And I am not alone
You take this hand
And I am not alone
You hear my voice
And I am not alone
There is a choice
And I am not alone

Alone (You Are Not)

Organo

Wake Up World

UPDATED VERSION as of Nov 28 2022
MIX/MASTER - WOODS STUDIO

Master of dumb and expert at stupid
I took the boy’s bow and put an arrow in Cupid
Now who’d ever be my valentine?
We had a good run then both decided to pack it in
I’ve been thinking about unpacking us again

Yeah if it’s a bad idea
A silly or even sad idea
A psychic might know but I am not a seer
If I have had another bad idea

Well yes I have blundered once or twice
And that is probably putting it nice
Think flower memorials along the road to love
Should you drive by one of the places where once we'd meet
Would you pull over if you saw me on the street? 

So if it’s ok with you
Maybe we start anew
I can’t always be ruled by my greatest fear
That I have had another bad idea

Who’s keeping score?
‘cuz I’ve got more

Knowing my luck I'll get myself stuck in life's quicksand
Could you wade in and give a guy a hand?

Even if it’s a bad idea
The worst that I’ve had idea
I’ll pick up anytime that you might call
It wont be a bad idea after all

Make me glad
Say it's not a bad idea

Sexagenarian Vol III

Bad Idea

The Summer 2022 extravaganza edition of the **Shaped by What We Love** Threads radio show with Olaf Stephenson for Threads Radio, Tottenham, London......vinyl journey through psyched out cosmic funk, dub, reggae, post punk & jazz.

Shaped By What We Love - July/August-22 | Threads

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it's fine, is seems
you stop, believe
the simple words
rain starts to blur

droppin' down your trail
put it in the mill
next up on your list
send a handy wish

full daisy chains
'n stacked remains
a joke that fits
non stick surface

this massive charge
come foolish hearts
you mix love in
on top of it
a hundred firsts
go unrehearsed
perplexing wind
to lure you in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RssaejcaOrc

wish

Highway running

noun: conspiracy

a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.

It's so very clear



Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Conspiracy - Jamie Rhind

What began as a prosaic comment evolved into an enriching collaboration.  Our friend and Soundcloud poet laurate Peter joins us on a fishing voyage.  Seagull, not content to do a simple voice over, remixes the track and places us on a fishing boat, the sea a bit rough, the gulls impatient for part of the catch, and Peter not just reading but dynamically narrating what he is experiencing on the deck of the ship.  What an honor to work with these artists enlarging on our previous collaboration.  Please check out more of Seagull's music @farout-music-studio, and Peter's poignant songs and poetry @user-264930040

My sanctuary from archive gleans
The gentle times, wherein my mind
Recalls a childhood spent in dreams
Of bobbing boats on ocean spied.

Here, the call of a benevolent sea
The briny, perfumed honesty
Of adolescent memories.

But whence this salty desert sea
Where once the skinny trawler plied?
Plastic water ocean streams
Where finny, swimmy fish should lie.

Silenced of the chuggy motors
Decimated by their quotas
Where the haddock, cod and herring bloaters?

The factory ships that hoovered clean
Of scaly friends the sea main wide.
Its cheaply speckled high protein
Squandered as the herring gull cried.

Where the fishers, where the boats?
Where the nets, and yellow rubber coats?
Where the pots, and lines and corky floats?

...wherein my mind
Recalls a childhood spent in dreams
Of bobbing boats on ocean spied.
Why, they set sail for the past it seems,
Upon tomorrow's ebbing tide.

Childhood Memory--Updated (Seagull, David, and featuring Peter)

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