Here are some lyrics for song that is forth coming. I need to get time to record it — keep an eye out, I will post a link once it’s done. In meantime, bask in the cuteness.
Have you seen the pupper toes
Leavin tracks in the snow
Have you seen the pupper toes
Showin where the pupper goes?
Little pupper toes and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose
Did you see the pupper run?
jumping around and havin fun?
Just a little pupper in the sun!
look at that silly pupper run!
Little pupper toes
and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose
Watch the pupper chase the ball
that pupper can’t run at all
watch the clumsy pupper fall
that pupper is much too small
Little pupper toes
and little pupper legs
with round pupper bodies
and a pupper tail that wags
yeah little pupper toes
following a little pupper nose
I mentioned in my last post I was posting a new song soon. Here it is! The new song! It’s more an audio experiment than a ‘song’, but I think it’s pretty cool. Something different than the poetry I normally post.
Broken brown bits, crisp
crumbles of last year’s green
and several dozen types of leaves,
crust over spring growth.
Like asthmatic ash from Vesuvius
Killing whole swathes of grass
roots and all, thier blades useless
reducing lawn to soil and mold
A graveyard of a landscape
ripe for the visagoth weeds
and hordes of invading seeds.
Ruckus winds rustle up dust and pollen
Much to my red-eyed stuffy nosed chagrin
Blowing snow mold from greening grasses
and picking up Spring’s pouring puddles
placing them in soft slow cumulus clouds
that patrol above like sentinels on watch
over birds scouting for nesting real estate
and us walking the recently unclothed yard
hunting sprigs and signs of future flowers
amidst the detritus of falls fallen waste
welcoming a storm’s whisper in the billowing
breeze, thunder being the trumpet blast
heralding the warmer season to come.
Late Summer
Drowning in throat coating dust
dragging deep dry breathes
thick through burning nose
down into long lashed lungs
on arid August afternoons
with lawn long gone brown
the sandy soil scorched naked
wind whipping up small dust devils
plastering particles of sand
to sweat soak on skin exposed
to reddening low slung searing sun
and one can only sit stone still
waiting for the inevitable window
shaking thunder storm to clear
the air and the damned drought.
And the sun surrenders dropping down in water
sky turning shades of fall foliate
The leaves themselves rustling muted and thick
laying in wait as insects hold their breath
upon the whisper of a storm tiptoing toward us in the air
even the massive mirror of lake sits stil waiting, a pebble tossed wouldn’t upset it’s calm.
the fish too admire it’s beauty and do not to jump
for bugs on the surface.
A Fire takes root
warming the night
Fingers of flame reach low hung branches
Logs groan and spit heat
Casting errant embers like molten bullets
Among us
As we watch moths,kamikaze to their deaths with unnervingly grace into the dying flames
Fall
Fall fell sudden
Like a broken arrow
from an old archer’s
time worn palsied hand
Leaves crisp aqnd brittle
as rattling ancient bones
tumble around desperately
In the yard Catching
on the lawn or a stick, a puddle
a fence post, reaching for any thing
that holds.
And at night…
Through the leaves and
trees – The cool full
moon does not shine on
me as I sit or maybe
stand by the faltering fire pit
that is full of darkening coals
grown old and cold as the
late September night
and the coals also
do not shine on ….
Through the leaves and
trees – the old and cold
darkening coals do not shine on
me as I stand or maybe
sit, back turned to fire pit
that is full like the cool bright moon
Grown old and cold on this late September night.
Winter
Breath hard and heavy,
stumbling still sleepy,
along an old overgrown road,
cutting through dark woods,
tripping over logs long rotten,
now frozen stone solid
toward deerstand lashed
in marraige to old oak.
The November morning grey
seeps into pre-dawn gloom
as I sit in the soft slow sway
of my metal perch
watching shadow-like trees stand
against sharp freezing air
Frost tugging at tips of toes
damp in booted thick socks
a nape of neck breeze tickling
down the back chilling deep
in spite of my thermal shirt
Fingers pulled into palms
tips tight tucked away
against early winter’s
urgent and constant cold
soon we will cacoon against the season
in anticipation for of the next turning of the cycle
This song was written about our pitbull named Petey– he’s kinda of nut job, but a lovable nut job and we suspect he has dealings in high finance somehow….*don’t ask, inside joke*
Either way, my wife suggest I take a line I would sing to him now and again to the “Nowhere Man”. So I went for it. As you can tell I am not much of singer…or at least not a very practiced singer as this first thing I have ever sang…sung….singed (whatever).
Hey all — check out my newest musical project! It’s an exploration of different effects applied to a signal piano line and layered on top of each other….how quickly it goes from a slightly discordant piano playing, to barely recognizable sounds back to piano…
Added another song to sound cloud, check it out….not the best a really high volume. It’s pretty shrill in areas, I gotta figure out how to pull that out a bit.
But it’s a full song…I will probably work on it more and remove and re-add versions to sound cloud but this is my work today.
It’s called Through the Gate into Bliss, check it out HERE.
T0 all of you have checked out my music over the last few days, and maybe even some of you checked out some of my other posts — thinking I am gonna start incorporating my poetry as spoken word tracks in the background of some of my electronic songs….not rapping, just speaking them.
Anyway, I meant to say thank you, I know it’s not easy to listen someone that just starting out. I am super proud of my work, even if it sounds like that of an amateur….there’s a reason for that, I am an amateur. However, I can see a clear progression from the first two and the third.
I am working on a new song right now, but I can’t get the drums the way I want…need to find a good sequence plugin that is similar to cakewalks sequencer view. Anyone know of one?
I still have to figure out how to clean up the rough edges on these songs, but at least you can get the picture of how I am figuring out how to use the nonokey2….soon I will have to graduate to my full keyboard.
and little pupper legs
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