a very cool indie/guitar song......nice vocal

An ode to a 29 ys old, huge (at least six feet up to the shoulder…) Westphalian gelding i know and love quite (... :)...) well, named LKW (LastKraftWagen = Lorry)


09.11.2022: Lorry died today and now the ode also has become a requiem...
He's a legend to me, for he taught me to have no fear, RIP...


Ye’ Olde Lorry 

There they come
I already heard and smelled the engine
when they drove on the farm
They come with a bucket full of this Irish mash along
That they prepared at home, that they prepared with love
With carrots and some senior food 
That is always lifting my mood
I can feel how my teeth start to chew
With a deep relief…

I feel their unconditional love,
When she brushes my body so gently
And afterwards combs my long tail
Then she scrapes my hoove out
In former days the bridle was put on
Then i was saddled and we’d walk on a perfect riding trail
Then we  would just fly over the stubble fields
Passed shallow riverbeds in the glittering sun
I felt her taking deep breaths
Exhaling grief and sorrowness
Releasing all the locks and getting relaxed...

Now i’m already quite old
Since a couple of years we just do no rides together no more
I think it’s okay that way 
Strolling with my mates 
Over the meadows day by day
Malming grass and hay 
Sometimes we still go out for a walk through the countryside
Where the blades of grass are swinging in the wind nearby
Now and then I stop and gaze pensively at the sight 
Then she rubs her nose in my fur
And she is clapping me gently and both of us give a content sigh …

Ye' Olde Lorry

In his final days,my father vividly saw things which obviously weren't there. He was otherwise sound of mind,so this was very odd. That's when I found out about Charles Bonnet syndrome.

Charles Bonnet syndrome causes a person whose vision has started to deteriorate to see things that aren't real.

The hallucinations may be simple patterns, or detailed images of events, people or places.

They're only visual and don't involve hearing things or any other sensations.

It's important to be aware that hallucinations associated with Charles Bonnet syndrome are caused by failing eyesight. They're not caused by a mental health problem or dementia.

People with Charles Bonnet syndrome are usually aware that the visions aren't real, even if they're vivid.
There are 2 main types of hallucination that people with Charles Bonnet syndrome tend to experience.

They may see:

simple repeated patterns
complex images of people, objects or landscapes
Simple repeated patterns can take the form of grids, shapes or lines, which can appear in bright or vivid colours. The patterns may lay across or cover everything the person sees.

More complex hallucinations can involve people, places, animals and insects.


There's a great big dog
Outside my window
Why he's alone,I really don't know
I can see him there
Plain as the day

There's a small bird there
On my windowsill
If you look really hard
He's there still
I can see him there
Plain as the day

I think they're trying to kill me
But I don't really mind
I long to be free
To be unconfined
I can see it now
Plain as the day

I see myself with your mother
On a golden afternoon
No wheelchair to roll me
My legs still below me
I hope it happens soon

Charles Bonnet

I like many am shocked and appalled at what is unfolding before us. In the midst of this darkness I salute the people who are opening their hearts and offering assistance to the refugees from this disastrous conflict.

Here are some UK links to appeals providing humanitarian aid. I'm sure each country has equivalent appeals happening now.

https://www.dec.org.uk/appeal/ukraine-humanitarian-appeal
https://www.oxfam.org.uk/oxfam-in-action/current-emergencies/ukraine-crisis-appeal
https://www.unicef.org.uk/donate/donate-now-to-protect-children-in-ukraine/

Empathy For The Agony

Je Me Souviens (I remember)

© Joe liberty 2022. All rights reserved.

StateOfGrace

I went down  to the corner market
To talk to the local prophet
He said $   12.50 please will that be cash or charge

Went home to my one room kingdom
To drink of the liquid wisdom
And let the spirit take the pain away
Take me far away to a better place
Take me back 
To a State of Grace

You know sometimes I’m feeling up 
Sometimes I feel a little down yea
Just trying to get ahead
But I just keep going round and round

Called in to the Tex Mex Shamen 
He said yea man keep on rocking
So I practice my licks till I feel in my finger tips

Let the spirit take the pain away
Take me back
To a State of Grace

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Solo¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

You know sometimes I’m feeling up 
Sometimes I feel a little down yea
Just trying to get ahead
But I just keep going round and round

So I search out the online gurus
To yourself they said to be true
The more you know the more that you will grow
And so it goes

Let the spirit take the pain away
Take me far away to a better place
Take me back 
To a State of Grace
To a better place
To a State of Grace

StateOfGrace 3

I'm Here Alone

Part of a new album I've been uploading, featuring compositions written over the last several months of 2021. If anyone can pinpoint what all of these compositions have in common, musically-speaking, put it in the comments - there was a concept tying everything together but I'm not going to reveal what it was unless if someone figures it out on their own.

Cover art created using NeuralBlender.

This album is going to be called "Prohibited Topics," a tribute to the textbook authors and teachers whose work is being disrupted by right wing efforts to stifle education about racial disparity and structural racism in the US.

Prohibited Topics

21 12 23

A Hundred Years From Now 
by Caddigan, Brennan and Story (1914)

Every one today is going crazy,
Everyone today is going mad
Each one is trying to do something decidedly new
Just to put the rest in bad
Everyday they change the style of dancing
Everyday they change the style of dress
Oh, Boys what is it coming to?
That's a problem we will have to guess

I wonder what kind of life they'll lead 
A hundred years from now?
I wonder what's going to be the speed
A hundred years from now?
The girlies are setting a pace today
That's turning the locks of gold to grey
We're living a life of constant alteration

I wonder if they'll have a tango dance
A hundred years from now?
I wonder if men will wear short pants
A hundred years from now?
There's no solution
It's all evolution
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder
How much the girls are going to wear
A hundred years from now?

Picture this town that once was just a pasture
Picture the girls who roam'd it years ago
They were the wonderful kind
You know the kind I've in mind
The sort of girl the world calls slow
Think of a girl today out in a meadow
Raking the hay a la decolletée?
No chance not in a thousand years
The girls today are all for cabaret

I wonder what kind of life they'll lead 
A hundred years from now?
I wonder what's going to be the speed
A hundred years from now?
The girlies are setting a pace today
That's turning the locks of gold to grey
We're living a life of constant alteration

I wonder if they'll have a tango dance
A hundred years from now?
I wonder if men will wear short pants
A hundred years from now?
There's no solution
It's all evolution
I wonder, and wonder, and wonder
How much the girls are going to wear
A hundred years from now?

A Hundred Years From Now (Caddigan/Brennan/Story, 1914) [cover/version]

It's been a while since I posted my latest track, which in fact dated back to 20 years ago. I've been struggling with several issues, and sadly I haven't had many chances to record any new stuff, these latest months or years. This time I won't say things are going to get better in future, because I'm not so sure they will; still I really hope so.
This piece is about spiritual dawning.

Teth Sin : acoustic guitars, flutes, synthesizers, samplers (piano, Tibetan bells), sound design

Original composition, arrangement, mix, mastering, photo & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

Upside Dawn

"太鼓（beat a drum）"

Vocals: Vocaloid Yukari
Art work: Victoria_Watercolor via Pixabay

太鼓打つ子の後を追う浮雲のおもい足取りわれの後追う

I followed a boy as he walked, beating his drum.
Anxiousness followed behind me.

太鼓 (beat a drum)

Bones

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

Ye' Olde Lorry

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