Harp starts at 2:02
Forgive me my dudes for my sins of mocking the Dylan. For my penance, I expose my secret tribute to Dylan.
lyrically it leans into Dave Graney vibes, rock and roll is where I hide. :)
(message from bob is here: https://youtu.be/l9wCb8lZJRo?si=fBuyK3NlDZm5Cz-- )
You guys are so nice I wanted in on the niceness you offer to new authors but I self pubbed 4 years ago so I guess I'm not 'new' but anyway.
Don't really even need to link the book but totally here for the headpats LOL!
FYI wrote it in a burst during COVID, self pubbed cos I wasnt gonna go back into development hell, followed a formal process using multiple editors, writer group, beta's, proofer yadda yadda.
Non AI art cos it wasnt available at the time. Commissioned a dude online and it's awesome. Ok well I like it.
I have various contradictory opinions about the book but I was kinda driven by it and sometimes when it's that strong you get out of the way. Still missed a couple of blots in proofing though. Bah humbug.
Glad I did it, was a personal thing of I-did-it and massively liberating.
Anyway sending you all some positive vibes and celebrating your new work and my slightly not exactly new but new ish work!
Lyrics are pretty brutal:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD_uHY7kM4M
What did you tell him
the same things you told me
what does he know now
the truth as I believed.
And I want you
I want you
I want you
so bad I can't breathe
You don't feel
the things
that people feel
not for a moment.
I'm just your tool
i'm just a lie
I'm just your shield
I'm just your
Alibi
You gave me up a lot sooner
than you knew
whiskey with the door closed
late night compartments
where you hide the proof
Composite of everyone you've met.
Your every angry answer
to anything that's happened
is still only grieving
for yourself
Every phone call
a performance
that you gave for
three
think I didn't notice?
I won't be your fool
i won't tell your lies
won't be your tool
won't be your
Alibi
Cliffhanger conversations
in the dark
we are who we are
in passport photographs
can't lose something
that I never had
Does it matter what I thought?
Does it really matter when?
too busy to be playing me
when you're already
betraying them
Truth best viewed from
thirty thousand
feet
(i still hear him crying about you)
I won't be your fool
i won't tell your lies
won't be your tool
won't be your
Alibi
Summon my ghosts of the morning
send them my early farewell
A catch in my breath
at a ribbon
you left in a drawer
But the sun shines on
the sun shines on me
the sun shines on me now
and I don't feel a thing
deep in the mundane and normal
keep the appearance
that everything's well
Linger
over each thing
that still bears your smell
But the sun shines on
the sun shine's on me
the sun shines on me now
and I don't feel a thing
Send me your strength of conviction
give me this moment
a reason to bear
another reminder
that seems to speak in your name
But the sun shines on
the sun shine's on me
the sun shines on me now
and I don't feel a thing
You guys liked the anti-ice video these guys did thought you might dig their take on Surveillance.
Rick's widow sent me another of his poems today, this was published a ways back.
Here's an original music video that uses a collage of stickers, graffiti and protest art collected from public spaces and imagery shared by the community. It's intended as a documentary-style visual accompaniment to an original song cos the song was inspired by street art and stix.
(details about poem at end)
Sandovals Poem
In the place where I came from the jungles were a jade wall
And the plains rolled like the sea
The mountains carried the wind on their shoulders
But some thought the sky was too bright and they wept
And others thought the sea was too deep and they gasped for breath
And some said we use the land - it cannot be owned or possessed
And others said we did not create this and so it mocks us
And therefore we will take it
And they said that which we did not create we still can kill
And they rolled out in all their armor
The horses weighed down under the weight
And the rains came
And the mud
And they sank in the land which they could not possess
Upon the earth which they did not create
- This was a poem supposedly written by a fictional dissident south american writer character 'Sandoval', in S2/22 of Miami Vice circa 1986.
It remains uncredited and according to fandom may be by one of the episodes writers, Shel Willens & Jim Trombetta, or episode contributor John Mankiewicz.
Goes to show you can get cracking poetry from unexpected sources :)
Jesus at the Greyhound Station
Omaha, Nebraska
These people need you, all right, if anyone does,
and I picture you among them, outcasts and cripples, the aged and ill.
One of them might ask for a light, offer you a smoke,
like the young skateboard artist, not so young,
with the four-leaf clover tattooed on his right hand,
the old cowboy hippie wearing his dress boots and crushed straw hat,
with a wad of dog-eared papers in his back pocket,
documents important to him if no one else.
As each of these souls matters to someone,
we’d hope, having gone too long turning our eyes from the needy,
chasing the beggars away with a harsh word, gesture,
not wanting to be bothered, with –what?—
more important things to do.
One might come to the station to sit awhile, without going anywhere,
simply sit and ponder, take it all in without thinking a thought
and wonder how someone might claim to love his brother, love anyone,
but our bus arrives and the gritty run-down dream is broken.
October 14, 2017
Shelby, NE,
Nebraska again, near Omaha,
having just returned from here, now en route to California
Ok so I got some help from a mate who built me Elwood and we made this music video awhile back thought it might fit in here. I still have elwood :)
(OC) Commissioned for a book cover, for a story about dreams of flying at night. 2021
Inner West Blues roots act that veers into every other genre. They wrote an Entry song for local sydney wrestler 'Psykotic's big come back to the ring with a sonic throwback to akka dakka.