- Washington Phillips- Lift Him Up That's All
- The Dickel Brothers- Sinners Have Come
- Rev.Pearly Brown- What a time
- The Carter Family- No Depression in Heaven
- Kemp Harris- Sweet Weepin Jesus
- Dillard Chandler- Jesus Says Go
- Mississippi John Hurt- Will The Circle Be Unbroken
- The Welcome Wagon- There is a Fountain Filled with Blood
ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.
Monday, June 25, 2012
What Is Love?
can you learn from your heart?
is nature really natural?
the voice inside my head says :
"Be Good", "Be Good To Yourself"
I never knew what goodness was,
until I needed it in my life
I need to live clean
I need mental hygiene
I need to breath
I open my mind's eye
the connection is there
I'm not wounded
I never put myself
in the position
I am Free
the world goes on all around me
yes, the life outside
all I feel inside
written down
insides-mine
outsides-world
space in between
caught up in a memory
I never live in my dreams
no, life there
yes, the life outside
all I feel inside
sadness
happiness
insides-mine
outsides-world
nobody, works till 2:30
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Bill Withers' Stutter
the fear you feel, when you can't understand
the words...without rhythm...
repetitions, blocks, spasms
...enunci...ated...
expression
from
Him
oh, how he can come across soo plain
words in the song
the next refrain
true friendship
"to carry on"
"to lean on"
"to call on"
such is pain
in light
in love
perfect imperfection
...and the tear...
glistening in stream upon
...the cheek...
flows down the face,
for in the tears,
the illusion of judgement
the tracks dried
pathways on the flesh
...forgive me...
misunderstanding
perfect imperfections
shame
ashamed
...of self...
to stutter
the words...without rhythm...
repetitions, blocks, spasms
...enunci...ated...
expression
from
Him
oh, how he can come across soo plain
words in the song
the next refrain
true friendship
"to carry on"
"to lean on"
"to call on"
such is pain
in light
in love
perfect imperfection
...and the tear...
glistening in stream upon
...the cheek...
flows down the face,
for in the tears,
the illusion of judgement
the tracks dried
pathways on the flesh
...forgive me...
misunderstanding
perfect imperfections
shame
ashamed
...of self...
to stutter
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
I Have A Dream(for President Obama) : and the choirs keep singing of freedom
This is for my ZeRO heros.
"Come Free Your People" president Obama!
I played the Brother Kirk "Ballad of Martin Luther King" for a old white homeless man, he wept tears of shame from his younger days when he was a pawn in their game. Now, he knew what it's like to go without & be society's outcast. He thanked me and we became good friends. Now this mix brings tears to me, my dream for Obama was not full-filled. I know we can make the dream happen because, I believe in goodness & freedom. Free is something to be. I'm not leaving ZeRO because, it's closing. I just took the job as presidential Mix Maker. That's right folks I'm moving to Washington D.C. to make mixes for president Obama. Have a nice life and think of me as an aid to your country.
"Come Free Your People" president Obama!
I played the Brother Kirk "Ballad of Martin Luther King" for a old white homeless man, he wept tears of shame from his younger days when he was a pawn in their game. Now, he knew what it's like to go without & be society's outcast. He thanked me and we became good friends. Now this mix brings tears to me, my dream for Obama was not full-filled. I know we can make the dream happen because, I believe in goodness & freedom. Free is something to be. I'm not leaving ZeRO because, it's closing. I just took the job as presidential Mix Maker. That's right folks I'm moving to Washington D.C. to make mixes for president Obama. Have a nice life and think of me as an aid to your country.
- Martin Luther King Jr.- I Have A Dream(Speech)
- Richard Farina- Birmingham Sunday
- Stevie Wonder- Heaven Help Us All
- Roebuck "Pops" Staples- Why Am I Treated So Bad
- The Impressions- We're A Winner
- Bob Dylan- Only A Pawn In Their Game
- Pete Seeger & Brother Kirk Visit Sesame Street- The Ballad Of Martin Luther King
- Josh White- The Man who couldn't walk around
- New Riders Of The Purple Sage- Truth Is Dead
- Sly & The Family Stone- Stand!
- Greg Brown- Freak Flag
- Curtis Mayfield- Come Free Your People
- Billy Bragg- Help Save The Youth Of America
- Elaine White- The Time Will Come
- Pete Seeger- From Way Up Here
- Bernice Johnson Reagon- There Is More Love Somewhere
- Gil Scott-Heron- Work For Peace
- Eric Bibb- Sinner Man
- Odetta- Give A Damn
- Bill Withers- Grandma's Hands
Saturday, June 16, 2012
The Unsullen Thinker's- Poverty Sucks EP
Me & My Dulcimer: Experimental Spoken Word Poetry
- George Waldrop- Serendipity of Mental Illness
- George Waldrop- Story of An Artist
- George Waldrop- The Reverie of the Sundial Heart
- George Waldrop- It's Therapeudic! [I really do know how to spell Therapeutic]
- George Waldrop- As I, Simply Drink My Tea
- George Waldrop- Unsullen Sounds(of Thinking)
- George Waldrop- Infidel Speaks On Christianity
- George Waldrop- Poverty Is Not Simply Having No Money
Poverty is not simply having no money — it is isolation, vulnerability, humiliation and mistrust by Texhobart on Mixcloud
Friday, June 15, 2012
Poverty is not simply having no money — it is isolation, vulnerability, humiliation and mistrust
I see a foreboding sky on the horizon
I can't talk my way out of my poverty
I can't be the man she wants me to be
I am truely sorry
why should I try to show her?
why should I try to make her see?
the emptiness of my pockets
the emptiness of my belly
Why would she want me?
can poor people be happy?
so many questions...
in the night setting in
stars I see, are free of poverty
with their penniless brilliance
shafts & handles
the emptiness in the dark
all around them
broken & spent
in the mist
halo,
of the moon
I could panhandle the man in the moon
to buy my baby a diamond ring
sparkling wealth some other man can bring
I feel about 2 feet tall
I know a sadness I can't talk about at all
with friends
guilt & shame of
living beyond my means
she may never understand
I have to accept this
pettiness plays so rough on my conscience
helpless
I tell myself to be tough
I am better than a poorman's
breath of fresh air
I am better than another man's
poverty of spirit
I am broken of my wants
I am broken of my greed
I am alone in this world
I am alone in my poverty
free to need
free to go without
poverty is not free
poverty sucks
I can't talk my way out of my poverty
I can't be the man she wants me to be
I am truely sorry
why should I try to show her?
why should I try to make her see?
the emptiness of my pockets
the emptiness of my belly
Why would she want me?
can poor people be happy?
so many questions...
in the night setting in
stars I see, are free of poverty
with their penniless brilliance
shafts & handles
the emptiness in the dark
all around them
broken & spent
in the mist
halo,
of the moon
I could panhandle the man in the moon
to buy my baby a diamond ring
sparkling wealth some other man can bring
I feel about 2 feet tall
I know a sadness I can't talk about at all
with friends
guilt & shame of
living beyond my means
she may never understand
I have to accept this
pettiness plays so rough on my conscience
helpless
I tell myself to be tough
I am better than a poorman's
breath of fresh air
I am better than another man's
poverty of spirit
I am broken of my wants
I am broken of my greed
I am alone in this world
I am alone in my poverty
free to need
free to go without
poverty is not free
poverty sucks
(I Like To Watch The World) Story of An Artist
I watch my world for others and their expression, art & the wittiness of movements & actions. Back in the early 90's
a number of young people were taking LSD for the phantasm effect of reality. Through rave, neo-hippie & punk rock
cultures. It was an escape from the suppression of boredom & lack of fun that grown up life had to offer. I learned to
use my mind for artistic purposes. Being an observer of everything going on around me, I allowed myself to grow with
my friends. People became a big part of my life. It was a lesson in social studies of the drug culture. I don't feel this
hurt me as being a better person. I end every email with "your friend" as this has carried over from real life into this
computer world, I have come to call my reality. Art is the most important part of what I do. Most of my writing doesn't
come from within, I like to watch the world, so it's easy to relate to but, there is a healthy balance.
I know a sadness today. It's a brilliant sadness like bright colors. It's a feeling to get lost in. It's life affirming and true.
It holds no boundaries. It encompasses the souls of this world. It's beautiful! It's color is a deep hue of blue, true blue.
Ever knowing human emotion. It's alive from within. It's something you share with your best friends. Through
observation and much self evaluation I conclude that this sadness holds validity & soundness to the spirit of ZeRO.
This mix is not for the mixathon, it's about the mixathon. I have submitted 14798 songs all before I died, or was it
14983, anyway back to reality, all the songs I thought good enough to post. Like every mix took time and effort while
listening to 50981 songs in order to pick out just the right ones for placement on the mixes. All of the songs I got a chance
to be apart of, when you listen you become one with the artist, you become one with the song. Nobody, I have met has
ever came close to telling me this about music. It's something I learned & taught myself. This ZeRO experience leads me
to believe there is something greater than us sitting at the computer all day listening to music. So I've contributed well over
1001 songs I wanted to listen to before I died. Every mix all 600 or more is for the final mixathon. So over the passed
3 years you have got to see my living contribution to this mixathon. Dying is apart of living.
Hope you didn't miss a song! Soo Long!!!
a number of young people were taking LSD for the phantasm effect of reality. Through rave, neo-hippie & punk rock
cultures. It was an escape from the suppression of boredom & lack of fun that grown up life had to offer. I learned to
use my mind for artistic purposes. Being an observer of everything going on around me, I allowed myself to grow with
my friends. People became a big part of my life. It was a lesson in social studies of the drug culture. I don't feel this
hurt me as being a better person. I end every email with "your friend" as this has carried over from real life into this
computer world, I have come to call my reality. Art is the most important part of what I do. Most of my writing doesn't
come from within, I like to watch the world, so it's easy to relate to but, there is a healthy balance.
I know a sadness today. It's a brilliant sadness like bright colors. It's a feeling to get lost in. It's life affirming and true.
It holds no boundaries. It encompasses the souls of this world. It's beautiful! It's color is a deep hue of blue, true blue.
Ever knowing human emotion. It's alive from within. It's something you share with your best friends. Through
observation and much self evaluation I conclude that this sadness holds validity & soundness to the spirit of ZeRO.
This mix is not for the mixathon, it's about the mixathon. I have submitted 14798 songs all before I died, or was it
14983, anyway back to reality, all the songs I thought good enough to post. Like every mix took time and effort while
listening to 50981 songs in order to pick out just the right ones for placement on the mixes. All of the songs I got a chance
to be apart of, when you listen you become one with the artist, you become one with the song. Nobody, I have met has
ever came close to telling me this about music. It's something I learned & taught myself. This ZeRO experience leads me
to believe there is something greater than us sitting at the computer all day listening to music. So I've contributed well over
1001 songs I wanted to listen to before I died. Every mix all 600 or more is for the final mixathon. So over the passed
3 years you have got to see my living contribution to this mixathon. Dying is apart of living.
Hope you didn't miss a song! Soo Long!!!
- Doc & Merle Watson- If I Needed You(Townes Van Zandt Cover)
- Regina Spektor- Jessica
- Kimya Dawson- Being Cool
- M. Ward- Story Of An Artist (Daniel Johnston Cover)
- Mary Lou Lord- Hard Road (Lucinda Williams Cover)
- Karen Dalton- Other Side to This Life
- Tom Russell- Stealing Electricity feat. Lawrence Ferlinghetti [The Wounded Heart Of America]
- Peter Case- I Hear Your Voice
- Don McLean- Did You Know
- Jake Shimabukuro- Wish On My Star
- Eef Barzelay- True Freedom
- Forest Sun- Saviour At The Bus Stop
- Joseph Arthur- Face In The Crowd
- Wilco- You And I
- Todd Snider- Missing You
- Tom Paxton- Reason To Be
- Guy Clark- That Old Time Feeling
- Tom Russell & Iris Dement- Love Abides
- Steve Goodman- As Time Goes By
- Joni Mitchell- Lesson In Survival
- New Riders Of The Purple Sage- Truth Is Dead
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti- Picasso's Acrobats Epitomize The World
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Sittin' In La La(Waitin' For The Ya Ya)
Warm Cup of Pussy Juice(Flies On My Dick)
Everything I Do Gonh Be Funky From Now On!
- Carolina Chocolate Drops- You Be Illin' (7")
- Joey Dee & The Starliters- Ya Ya
- Titus Turner- Big John
- Ghettobillies- My First Porno
- Allen Toussaint- Everything I Do Gonh Be Funky
- Ween- Flies On My Dick
- Riskay- Smell Yo Dick ( ft. Aviance & Real)
- Ester- Peanut-Butter-Pussy
- Red Hot Chili Peppers- Thirty Dirty Birds
- Abner Jay- Wee Wee
- Chuck Berry- My Dingaling
- The Hollywood Argyles- Alley-Oop
- Mcenroe- The Worst Person
- Funkadelic- No Compute
- Green Brothers Xylophone Orchestra- When You're Alone
- Talking Heads- Sugar On My Tongue
- Chuck E. Weiss- Deeply Sorry
- Rufus Wainwright- Vibrate
- The Beatles- I Want To Hold Your Hand
- Chicken Chokers- Worthy Of Estimation
Everything I Do Gonh Be Funky From Now On!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Texas Hobart's Sounds Better In A Song
- Robert Earl Keen- The Road Goes On Forever
- Willie Heath Neal- Broken Hearted Beauty Queen (Acoustic Demo)
- Ray Wylie Hubbard- Love In Vain
- Drive-By Truckers- Wife Beater
- Rosie Flores- God May Forgive You (But I Won't) (12-15-87 Los Angeles)
- Jacob Jones- You Gotta Be Tough
- Gillian Welch- Barroom Girls
- John Prine- Willow She's A Barroom Girl
- Justin Townes Earle- Far From Me
- Justin Townes Earle- Nothing's Gonna Change the Way You Feel About Me Now
- Mary Gauthier- Falling Out Of Love
- Elizabeth Cook- Heroin Addict Sister
- Gillian Welch- The Way It Goes
- Jamey Johnson- High Cost Of Living
- Elizabeth Cook- Sunday Morning
- Drive-By Truckers- Sounds Better in the Song
- Rodney Crowell- Beautiful Despair (For James)
- Willie Heath Neal- Ball and Chain
Sadness Only A Good Country Can Bring, I've been listening to this a lot because, it brings me a special kind of "Sadness". Enjoy!
Infidel Speaks On Christianity
great ball of confusion, seeking freedom, finding an illusion
hanging jesus upon the cross, repeatedly dying for your imagination
your soul is sinless, believing only what you've been told, you're not unique in dying
a sense of freedom, salvation from yourself, little people's souls
small, weak with fears unique, a deviation from nature, personal Jesus freak
afraid to think, common sense, separation, the connection with mankind, separation of spirituality
bad books, bad music, bad TV, bad religion guiding from within, forces of banality
the integrity of the godly fantasy, all in your mind, look beyond ideas & beliefs
whatever you believe you're still yourself, remain the way god made you,
whatever you believe you're still yourself, it's god's will, don't you believe in god?
hanging jesus upon the cross, repeatedly dying for your imagination
your soul is sinless, believing only what you've been told, you're not unique in dying
a sense of freedom, salvation from yourself, little people's souls
small, weak with fears unique, a deviation from nature, personal Jesus freak
afraid to think, common sense, separation, the connection with mankind, separation of spirituality
bad books, bad music, bad TV, bad religion guiding from within, forces of banality
the integrity of the godly fantasy, all in your mind, look beyond ideas & beliefs
whatever you believe you're still yourself, remain the way god made you,
whatever you believe you're still yourself, it's god's will, don't you believe in god?
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Poverty Sucks EP
- George Waldrop- Serendipity of Mental Illness
- George Waldrop- Story of An Artist
- George Waldrop- The Reverie of the Sundial Heart
- George Waldrop- It's Therapeudic!
- George Waldrop- As I, Simply Drink My Tea
- George Waldrop- Unsullen Sounds(of Thinking)
Happiness Is Self Respect
- The Sixth Great Lake- Cannon Beach
- Mandolin Orange- Wake Me
- The Rolling Stones- I'm Free
- First Aid Kit- I Just Needed a Friend
- Jack Johnson- We're Going to Be Friends
- Ween- You Were the Fool
- Kimya Dawson- Being Cool
- Jim White- Keep It Meaningful You All
- Donna The Buffalo- Revolution
- Hayes Carll- Drunken Poet's Dream
- Amy Speace- Make Me Lonely Again
- Amos Lee- Arms Of A Woman
- Donovan- Happiness Runs
- The Staple Singers- Respect Yourself
- Vince Guaraldi Trio- Cast Your Fate To The Wind
- Curtis Mayfield- (Don't Worry) If There Is A Hell Below, We're All Going To Go
- WAR- Why Can't We Be Friends?
- Joe Tex- The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)
- Prince- Resolution
- Parliament- Fantasy Is Reality
Friday, June 8, 2012
Apart From You (Civility)
- Bob Dylan- You're A Big Girl
- Tracy Chapman- Fast Car
- Paul Simon- Everything Put Together Falls Apart
- Mindy Smith- If I
- Cowboy Junkies- If You Were the Woman And I Was the Man
- Jess Klein- A Room Of Your Own
- Those Darlins- Mystic Mind
- Eugene Chadbourne- Zappa Medley
- Kimya Dawson- Underground
- Simon Joyner- My Life Is Sweet
- Lucinda Williams- Blue
- Modern Lovers- Girl friend
- Phillips And Driver- Could It Be Magic
- First Aid Kit- To a Poet
- John Cale- Fear Is A Man's Best Friend
- The Unsullen Thinker- Civility
I started making pieces on my Dulcimer again. I am The Unsullen Thinker. I don't like to say goodbye because, it's not my nature, I got so many more mixes to make in this existence along with poems, experimental instru-mentals. I'm just getting started, my world isn't going to slow down just because of loss. I never expected to have a mixtape community to be apart of my life forever. You have to prepare yourself for sorrow. It's time to start mixing like life needs you to alter others realities because, you are important. Now, I am really ready to get work done now that I don't have to worry about what you think about me putting my same favorite song on 200 mixes, if my heart desires. I know right from wrong so, it myself I have to live up to. I painted that picture of my mom's dog, Salem back in 2006. Some place down the road. Enjoy!
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Story of an Artist
last night I dreamed about the word mundane
foundations of function for the unimaginative
banality in this world, so cerebrally from within
I like to watch the people of this world, eloquent
alive, living theatre, the picture inside you & me
the brittle brilliance, fades with it's shine
wasting the river's splendor, flowing free in our mind
arm in arm, folding fingers with these clock hands of time
"anyman's death, diminishes me, I am involved in mankind"
so let the bells tole for all, how we see ourselves as a whole
baring down from my soul, for you to find, who am I?
living for the insight of this moment within the nature of
the meaning of why we met, vetted mixes to which we get
of the likes of mixing people, with this community I won't forget
before I go, I just don't know, how to replace this strange but,
empty space, empty spaces ain't nothing new, space between you
with the poverty of spirit & weakness of flesh
the only word that fits,comes to mind, is blessed
I only knew you through the window screens
I talked to you with the mouth of my keyboard & mouse
leaving comments,puns, jokes & personal truths
letting you know how I see you
every mix deserves something to say
I posted one almost every day
enough about me, it's all of you I'll miss
for 3 years we shared this un interrupted bliss
in this time I hope you can forgive me when I was unkind
just allow me another chance and you may find
it in your heart to let it pass on by, to live is to fly
my time was my own, reflection of how I've grown
now the time has come to turn around, say goodbye
can you remember when, you looked within, became apart of zen
Todd, made artists of us, this is our story, I am not sorry
we are bonded together, unique in our hobbies
we taught ourselves to listen, found-songs the puzzle pieces to our souls
a thousand mixes starts with a song, ZeRO was the home where we all belong
316 strong
foundations of function for the unimaginative
banality in this world, so cerebrally from within
I like to watch the people of this world, eloquent
alive, living theatre, the picture inside you & me
the brittle brilliance, fades with it's shine
wasting the river's splendor, flowing free in our mind
arm in arm, folding fingers with these clock hands of time
"anyman's death, diminishes me, I am involved in mankind"
so let the bells tole for all, how we see ourselves as a whole
baring down from my soul, for you to find, who am I?
living for the insight of this moment within the nature of
the meaning of why we met, vetted mixes to which we get
of the likes of mixing people, with this community I won't forget
before I go, I just don't know, how to replace this strange but,
empty space, empty spaces ain't nothing new, space between you
with the poverty of spirit & weakness of flesh
the only word that fits,comes to mind, is blessed
I only knew you through the window screens
I talked to you with the mouth of my keyboard & mouse
leaving comments,puns, jokes & personal truths
letting you know how I see you
every mix deserves something to say
I posted one almost every day
enough about me, it's all of you I'll miss
for 3 years we shared this un interrupted bliss
in this time I hope you can forgive me when I was unkind
just allow me another chance and you may find
it in your heart to let it pass on by, to live is to fly
my time was my own, reflection of how I've grown
now the time has come to turn around, say goodbye
can you remember when, you looked within, became apart of zen
Todd, made artists of us, this is our story, I am not sorry
we are bonded together, unique in our hobbies
we taught ourselves to listen, found-songs the puzzle pieces to our souls
a thousand mixes starts with a song, ZeRO was the home where we all belong
316 strong
Friday, June 1, 2012
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