Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Thursday, December 5, 2024
Sunday, July 7, 2024
Thursday, June 27, 2024
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
Sunday, October 1, 2023
Friday, September 29, 2023
Wednesday, August 23, 2023
"Dive In," by Roger Illsley
Roger and I decided to work on a reggae song. He did the heavy lifting. I just helped with some of the lyrics:
Sunday, November 20, 2022
Thursday, August 4, 2022
Worrier Blues
Wrote some lyrics--"Worrier Blues"--& Roger Illsley composed some music & recorded the song. Nice job, Roger:
Sunday, June 28, 2020
"On Our Way, Golden One," Roger Illsley
And the hits . . . just keep on comin', as they used to say on KFRC San Francisco. Music by Roger Illsley, lyrics by moi, performance and recording by Roger. California's in such rough shape that I thought it deserved an upbeat approach.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfWR7eC-2JI
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfWR7eC-2JI
Monday, July 31, 2017
At the Edge of the Road One Evening
He was quite high and making
up nonsense songs as he stood
in battered sandals on the gravel.
Dusk. In one of the lyrics he
rhymed spaghetti with confetti.
It was a mournful ballad.
Turning from composing and
performing, he asked himself
if there was any discernible
reason for humanity. He was weary
of the standard answers. He
imagined looking at the human-
phenomenon from another side
of the galaxy and thinking,
"What's that for?" in a British
accent. He then heard his name
called and listened to the familiar
voice as if for the first time. Then
it was no longer dusk but night,
what a drag.
hans ostrom 2017
up nonsense songs as he stood
in battered sandals on the gravel.
Dusk. In one of the lyrics he
rhymed spaghetti with confetti.
It was a mournful ballad.
Turning from composing and
performing, he asked himself
if there was any discernible
reason for humanity. He was weary
of the standard answers. He
imagined looking at the human-
phenomenon from another side
of the galaxy and thinking,
"What's that for?" in a British
accent. He then heard his name
called and listened to the familiar
voice as if for the first time. Then
it was no longer dusk but night,
what a drag.
hans ostrom 2017
Monday, December 5, 2016
No-Sense Songs
We need more songs
that make no sense.
We need more grassland
and way less fence.
Fevers and fenders,
go to the dome.
Let's buy some lettuce
and polish the chrome.
We songs need more
that sense no make.
Please ask the river
to help make a lake.
No hookish formulae,
just No, yes No!
Senselessly, senselessly
trudge through the snow.
hans ostrom 2016
that make no sense.
We need more grassland
and way less fence.
Fevers and fenders,
go to the dome.
Let's buy some lettuce
and polish the chrome.
We songs need more
that sense no make.
Please ask the river
to help make a lake.
No hookish formulae,
just No, yes No!
Senselessly, senselessly
trudge through the snow.
hans ostrom 2016
Saturday, April 5, 2014
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