It’s in the music we listen to as we block out the world. Way beyond the images that flash upon our screens. Somewhere much further than that is the angst we have created. Comic book creatures come alive in colorful magazines.
Sure the fables and fairy tales end with stunning song and dance. Your story will never get off the ground, it seems. We all keep looking for something that is truly different. Something you can easily fit inside your pre-paid dreams.
There is no denying what has been Or we end up living it all over again. No time to undo how we evolve So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.
Amazed by how many beautiful things have never been heard. You listen and listen to what has always been there. There’s so much more to enjoy than a simple one two three four. Overlooked by many still searching that won’t make the time to care.
There is no denying what has been Or we end up living it all over again. No time to undo how we evolve So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.
Magical and mathematical as technical as they come. What goes into the mix can’t possibly come back out. Is there really a difference between sunrise and sunset? When every whisper you’ve made becomes a deafening shout.
No time to undo how we evolve So sit back and listen With Quiet Resolve.
Wasting time, doing nothing, hoping something changes. Posting videos, staring out windows, countless rearranges. Repeating, then repeating, boring unending motions. Live shielded, and well protected, invent your own emotions.
I have all the toys but nobody wants to play. My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way. Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up. Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.
One on one, a little fun, when things get out of hand. Say you’re sorry, what more could they want, I just don’t understand. Grab the gold, forget the rest, riches here to fill your greed. Heart and soul, often neglected, like so many left in need.
I have all the toys but nobody wants to play. My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way. Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up. Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.
Leisure life, think of the past, the world takes care of you. The unfortunate, crying life’s unfair, know what they need to do. The worthless, sure are worth less, and simply not worth my time. The foolish, and uneducated, are a dozen for a dime.
My wife and I have lived here for decades and visit a neighborhood park frequently. Another walk to the park yesterday and as usual we stop by the small fish pond. We have never seen ducks in this pond before. So we get to the pond and there is obviously a territorial challenge going on here. I did not start filming right away and missed the more dramatic displays. But this was still cool, especially after recently filming the Red Tailed Hawks training the young how to dive bomb ground targets by practicing on the parent!
Clearly, the challenger was not going to have an easy time, but that did not stop him from showing off his assets.
Enjoy another chance encounter with our feathered friends!
I can remember sitting on the porch At the end of a very difficult day. Problem after problem pounding my head Sometimes I couldn’t even hear my music play.
Thinking if I could sit down for a minute But it takes more than a moment to catch my breath. No one can put more pressure on me than me Not even a matter of life or death.
Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes When the panic level drops it reveals a better way Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes Singing the end to another wonderful day.
When forced to focus on the real things around us It feels like so much is thrown in our way Meadows turn to valleys and hillsides become mountains Digging yourself deeper and deeper into dismay.
Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes When the panic level drops it reveals a better way Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes Singing the end to another wonderful day.
Storms have blown through and ripped things apart Until you’d pray for the return of stifling heat. It will rain for so long the very ground rushes away As easily turn to snow and completely bury the street.
I was really fortunate the other day. I had just gotten in my car and saw a hawk fly right over my head and land close to me. I wished I had my camera but got out my phone in the hopes he/she would stay long enough for me to get a picture or two. After I managed to do that the hawk remained there and kept looking up. I started shooting a video that I posted on YouTube and want to share with you.
I was curious what the hawk was doing just sitting there. Not too long had passed and something made the hawk jump a bit. I kept filming and noticed that other hawks were taking turns and ‘dive-bombing’ the hawk on the ground. Even in the video with the background music you can hear the other hawks screeching as they approach the ‘target’ on the ground. I realized there are three sibling hawks being trained by the adult (I think this is the female as they are larger than the males).
Soon the adult leaves quickly lands in a nearby tree where it almost immediately gets bumped by one of the siblings. I look around and finally see a cat on the ground, trying to make a meal of their training games. Soon the adult flew off and the three babies followed to another practice ground.
There are team mates that always have to win. They cheat and break the rules and do it all over again. Repeat to themselves over and over before they begin Losing the game by playing fair is the biggest sin.
There’s nothing wrong with better equipment. Give it all you got every time you hit the pavement. If it ever took more than one-hundred and ten percent When the coach says, ‘take him down’, you know what he meant.
Training buys a millisecond or two. To cross the finish line first you have to know what to do. Survivors don’t sit at home wishing and hoping it was true. If you’re back’s against the wall, they’ll tell you what to do.
When you can’t beat ‘em fairly Change the Game. Find yourself slow and outmatched Change the Game. Placed a bet turned too far south Change the Game. The line of credit has just run out Change the Game.
Change the Game when your opponent is prepared. Change the Game or break it so it can’t be repaired. Change the Game and just act like you never cared. Change the Game don’t let them know you’re impaired.
Former partners must have played a similar game. Taking credit for things that were in your name. Pointing at others as if they were the ones to blame Scavengers and vultures that won’t survive the same.
The path to Peanut Butter Hill in Lindner Park covered in snow 2021
This is a song I co-wrote with a friend of mine from Xenia, Ohio. I sent him the basic tracks via the Internet and he uploaded to his home studio. Scott Hadley from “The Little Hippies” then sang the vocals and helped with arrangement to make this song click. Then he added keyboard parts and harmony tracks and sent individual tracks back to me……
To help me with this song I asked a friend and The Merchants of Death band-mate Mike Wheeler to play bass guitar. He is in Dayton and got the tracks back to me faster than I could have driven there and back! He has a way of finding grooves within the melody of a song that ties it all together.
I wrote “Peanut Butter Hill” on 1-21-2021 as I was walking through the woods near our home. I take walks in the same park almost daily now that I am retired. We spent a lot of time here when our kids were growing up. Walking past a steep hill in the park next to a creek I thought I should write a song about this park. (Well, what about?) As I walked I started thinking that this song is not about me but about the kids that tried climbing the bare-mud side of the hill. A fence stood at the top where the real path was and at the bottom of the hill was a creek that remained mostly dry. Soon the melody hit me and I knew this was a song about peanut butter hill.
Decades ago I challenged my kids and all the neighborhood friends to climb up the hill – but they could not use their hands! When they failed and said it could not be done, I put my hands in my pockets and climbed to the top. So did my daughter TK. The hill is not what it was back then, but I think we were the only ones to meet the challenge, but everyone had fun trying!
I am working on writing a new song with some friends over the Internet. Recording final tracks now and will release “Peanut Butter Hill” hopefully later this month. 2021 is off to a good start!
