Recent and Near Future Works

Most of our recent work has been focused on music. Composing. Writing lyrics. Recording. Editing. Producing. And studying music….

Much of the work is technical. Studying different scales and modes. Different intervals. The characteristics of different movements. How they sound. What certain shifts convey….

A lot of the work is developing… and then capturing… different means of expression….

In the near future… we will be moving towards the more rhythmic… or percussive… elements….

Recently we have experimented with using the guitar as rhythmic center… driving the beat… while using the bass as a melodic element… experimenting with various scales and modes… and altered time….

We have also used the vocal elements as rhythmic components at times as well….
And the harmonica as well…. To fill… but also to give a feel of the tempo and time….
Exploring time and space….
Using different vocal textures… and tempi… to bring about a different feel….

Still have many works in the embryonal stage….
Others in the conceptual stage….
Still others in different developmental… and evolutionary stages….
Some never meant to be more than studies….

Still have several short stories and longer stories and novels in development….

Lots of unfinished works… still in evolution… and development….
Still… lots to do….

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Exposed Works

Trying to consolidate. Create a handy resource for folks who may be interested in reading… or listening… or experiencing… some of the Exposed Works….

This is a list of Songs… Lyrics… and Poems….

This lists includes the March and April catalog. Songs/Lyrics on page 1. Poems on page 2. Site is where they are originally Exposed.

Will add Stories and Prose/Opinions.

Orange

by BaHR
26 April 2015 1054

The Sun sank like an over-ripe pumpkin
Beneath the serenely waveless azure sea,
But without the splash.
Beneath. Him.
He focused on the illusion
And embraced the glittering flecks
Glancing off of the waves.
He had never enjoyed such an ordinary sunset
So much in his life.
The tranquility.
Of knowing.
He had arrived.
The butternut squash ravioli
Was so dry he almost choked
As he screwed up his placid grey eyes
And craned his neck to survey the exquisite scenery.
That was what he was paying a premium to enjoy….
Cavorting….
He cared not a whit for the truffles
The maitre d’ hotel carefully shaved
And scattered onto his dish
Like fresh black pepper or Sea Salt
From the Dead Sea– spread like a scroll.
He was not vegetarian.
Or even vegan.
He swore he was by nature
A carnivore.
But as he almost choked on his meal…
He relished his resplendent…
Exquisite…
And… expensive…
View….
Seeing…
And being seen…
Was paramount in his mind….
He wanted to be somebody….
Be SEEN as being somebody….
And… besides….
He had carrot juice
He could use to wash it all down.

Creativity… and CompartmentaliZZZZing!

I posted earlier about Compartmentalizing….

The Three Bs….

Follow-up….

My dad fell and broke his hip yesterday. Had hip replacement surgery today.

I compartmentalized….

If you look… observantly… you will see people compartmentalizing in times of extreme stress….

We humans focus on unimportant… or even frivolous things…. We obsess about meaningless minutia… in the grand scheme of things….

Like the food for the family to be served at a funeral. Who sent flowers. Who visited. Anything. Everything. To distract us from our grief….

We very rarely see out families… especially extended families… except at family events…. As we get older… those events tend to trend towards funerals…. Or hospitals….

Grief is a very strong emotion. And a very strong driver of human… experience…. Of human… direction….

Grief is VERY strong. Grieg affects us. Grief effects us. Grief changes us.

Because grief is strong enough to lift us up… out of our rut…. Out of our comfort zone….

Grief is strong enough… to change our lives….

Even when no one else notices. Even when no one else knows….

Even in our shame.

Grief and shame tend to go together.

Even when our grief… and our shame… are internal. Even when all of our scars are invisible to prying eyes… because they’re on the inside.

Compartmentalizing can be good; or… compartmentalizing can be bad.

Compartmentalizing can form an eschar. A truly hideous scar that prevents any real healing. Then… the wound needs to be debrided. The dead… corrupting… tissue… needs to be removed…. So that REAL healing can occur.

That’s what God is Good is really about. Examining hidden wounds…. Debridement….

My Daughter I Never Knew, too.

Don’t forget to examine your heart.

Dancing Bear (extended incomplete version)

by BaHR
30 March 2015
06 April 2015 2222

Had a little job that I needed to do
So I sweetly said goodbye to you.
I let the backdoor slam as I turned to leave
Feelin’ like I just might finally be free…
Not knowin’…
How wrong… a man… can be….

I guess a rodeo clown mighta been a smarter job;
I couldn’t’ve looked any dumber if I’d been hoppin’ clods…
But my pride sure seemed to get the best of me
At that moment… as I was just about to see….
Just how wrong… a man… can be….

Well, I was Dancing Bear in the soft moonlight….
Dancing Bear by myself tonight….
How I wish you were there…
In your bear skin…
Dancing Bear….

The costume the gave me was a frightful sight
And the moon was shining way too bright that night
For me to find a place… to hide… my hide… anywhere….
So… I started shakin’ like bees were stingin’everywhere….
Baby, I just went wild out there…
Dancing Bear….

Well, I was Dancing Bear in the soft moonlight….
Dancing Bear by myself tonight..
How I wish you were there…
In your bear skin…
Dancing Bear….

Now… brother… if you’ve never been in such a fix
Then you should never tell another brother “nix-nix”.
Cuz just about a minute or three
That sweaty old bear skin started chaffing me
I had no choice… or just didn’t care…
That I was… Dancing Bear….

Yes, I was Dancing Bear in the soft moonlight….
Dancing Bear by myself tonight..
How I wish you were there…
In your bear skin…
Dancing Bear….

Sometimes… Love is Like That….

by BaHR
29 March 1134-1517-1627
(As yet unfinished… of course!)

Remember way back when…
there was just one Wedding Cake…?
When the vows that we swore
Somehow seemed something more
Than just some promise one of us
Seemed to know all along she would ignore
(-cough!-) and… break…?
I guess that’s what I miss…
most…
Being lost in that dream…. Better off….
Not knowing about your clever schemes….
Better off not knowing
that love’s almost never forever….
Now that our love is severed…
Seems I’m somehow lost in that past forever….
Forever….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Honey, I think I know that thing that you feel…
And truth be told… I felt the same thing, too….
The real deal…?
Sometimes….
Down deep in my soul….
Sometimes… it hurts…
To think that I’ve been such a fool….
I feel like such a fool….
To KNOW I’m fool…
To feel… this… pain… still….
I know it ain’t cool….
I AM such a fool…
And I’m so confused….
My thoughts are so complex….
Life should be simple…
And… I should be simply…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

It’s not that I really mind your leaving…
It’s just that I find that my soul is still grieving…
The loss of love that I thought
Must be God-sent… because it felt so… divine!
Now… I’m crying….
Because your love wasn’t all that I lost that day…
And now I guess that must be my cross, as they say….
Seems I can never go on and just get on with my life…
If I can’t somehow start…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Because I just can’t seem to get you off of my mind.
I’m crying inside… and I feel like I’m dying…
And these bitter tears are taking their sweet time…
Washing your stain… out of my heart and mind…
Cause I’m holding on to your memory… holding on to the pain…
Hoping you won’t forget me… wishing I was to blame…
When I really should be…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

I’m not an idiot… though I may a fool.
And despite all my schooling, I feel I’ve been used like a tool….
I know your friends and your lovers keep telling you:
“Just make up your mind…
and just move on….
Don’t waste your time
because it just feels wrong…
Every night that you waste in bed with him
Is just one less night
You could be out searching for Mr. Just-Feels-Right
Instead of sleeping next to some fool who holds on too tight!”
So when you’re lying in your king-sized bed… alone….
I hope I’m stuck in your head and you’re singing this song…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

I remember the vows that we both swore that day
But when you swear at me now… I still feel the same way….
Now I’m regretting words I may have said….
Regretting forgetting to say “I love you” instead….
Reliving those time when you broke my heart….
Your tongue was so sharp while you were screaming your hate.
Your refusing to forgive me finally drove me way….
Now I’m foolishly thinking maybe I should have begged you to stay…
Instead of telling you goodbye when you walked out that door…
And left me feeling a fool when you did….
The way you did….
But… Baby… you did….
And… you left me… foolishly…

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Baby… I would sure love to wish you well…
But… truthfully…? I hope your life’s a living Hell…
And while I know and accept that it’s your right…
To ME… it still feels wrong… that you broke my heart….
To me… it still stings….
It still cuts like a knife….
Right through me….
And I still feel I lost a big part of my life….
And this house will never feel like a home….
Because you left me….
Alone….
And… you left me singing this song….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….
Yeah… sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….

Yep! Sometimes that’s what love’s like…
At least so I’ve been told….
Sometimes love seems to be spite…
And some folks seem to think love is all about control….
“If you really loved me right…
Then you’d give me your soul….”
Seems every rose has its thorn
And every horny thorn its rose
That seems to shameless prick you
When you’re in its most passionate throes….
But… if that sounds at all foolish
I’m just feeling like a fool in love….

Forgiving….
Forgetting….
Reliving….
Regretting….
Sometimes….
Love is….
Like that….
Yeah… sometimes…
Seems love is…
Just… like that….
And sometimes…
Love is…
JUST like that!