Vacation Blues - 12/10/18 10:43 PM
Hi fellows and gals.
Started to write this thing a couple of weeks ago. I do not know what to call it... Started as a poem. I thought of just reading it to the drum&bass beat first, but was fooling around with the recent update and new RTs, so this is what came out of it. No blame if you can not stay till the end, it is kind of long
Big thanks to my wife and a couple of family friends who helped me write some of this. Unfortunately, I did not get them drunk enough to do other poetry projects...too many kids running around. Special thanks to Ray, a kind soul I met on this forum, that proof read this nonsense and made some cool suggestions. This tune is about a family vacation that's gone south.
Best regards,
Misha.
VACATION BLUEZ
The band:
Bass: 921: Bass, Acoustic, Bossa
Guitar: 3238: Nylon Rhytm BossaBrazilRamon
Harmonica: 2857, Background CountryPopJelly
Drums: RealDrums=BossaLewis
PedalSteel 603: Pedal Steels, Background Train
Accordion: I accidently forgot to write,
but I believe it was new Spanish Tango +Klezmer Pop
Older Sony FX.
Lyrics:
Summer arrived like train from New Delhi
Family’s ready to roast some pork belly
Kids in a cooler, six pack in the booster
Maybe reverse that... Got cheese.. Smells like a Muenster
Sad boring city left miles behind
couriers are fired, all planets aligned.
Grilling, canoeing, swimming, fixing the tent
Nuking marshmallows....oh so efficient.
Tired, but happy arrived at sundown
I chugged a cold one, and smiled like clown
I wandered in the boonies to get the fire lumbered
Armies of bugs – now, I ‘m outnumbered.
The deeper I trekked to find some timber
the darker it got can’t see my own fingers
No matches or flashlight, just holes in my pockets
Oh, wait I’ve found ...just a dry chicken nugget
I sang like a mermaid - screamed like a bear
The forest was blind to my cries of despair
I stepped in a swamp full of toads, flies and leeches
A haven on earth for green trolls, nymphs and witches
And there it was, like a desert oasis
A sign from above to could solve this damn crisis
A fine rustic cottage stood tall from the grasses
I though it an illusion and cleaned off my glasses
With heart pounding heavy I entered the grounds
I swear I heard creepy Hitchcockian sounds
I pulled the door handle inhaling strange scents
The squeaky ol’hinge gave away my presence.
Curious, but fighting Prince Hamlet’s question
I entered each chamber like a band in procession.
In a striped shirt... with a bent walking stick
A perfect example of lost/lonely Beatnik
Right by the mantle in a shabby armchair
A woman was staring through long grey hair
Beckoning softly, her voice low and gentle
Asked if I was looking for a reasonable rental
I said Senora, may I use the bathroom
To clean my old shoes of the dust and mushrooms?
She nodded her head and pointed the direction
I saw my pale self in the mirror’s reflection.
I opened the door looked once and then twice
“My gosh lady, is this a time travel device?”
The dials were pulsating with an ambient glow
One big button in the centre labelled "LETS GO".
All of a sudden the booze had spoken
I pressed the button, the machine had awoken.
The vortex was opened; I was flying through space
Envisioning futures in a billowing haze.
Climate is stable, there is no money
bees in flower fields still making honey
food is abundant, buses are flying
seven day weekends, people are smiling
Gears are clanking like jaw on a gator
The device is hot like a sizzling crater
Eyes are rotating in wild directions
Hair is chaotic, so too my complexion
Clothes are smoking and toasted like Smores
Beasts or men coming out through the doors.
What is this place? Who are these monsters?
Charging at me like brute, wild horses.
No place to hide or a run for that matter
Creatures approaching with strange, nasty chatter
I felt a strong grip upon my shoulders,
Tears of joy in the eyes of my beholders
I was preparing myself to be their dinner
but the crowd saluted me as a winner
The more I was hearing their intricate blather
The meanings formed in my fired grey matter
Thoughts coming back all blurry & upset
Of how I encountered that electrical CLOSET!
Looking at folk that awaited my comments
I had a series of Deja vu moments
Last night’s adventure, insane locomotion
The toxic effect of my bubbly potion
Having a bottle... one became "too many"
Felt like a dream, that is sad and uncanny
The "cottage" is the hut of the campground attendant
I hope the old lady was not too offended.
Memories burst, shinning to dazzle
Shapes merge as a completed jigsaw puzzle
Back to myself... here's my wife with the siblings
I’m fighting a swarm of newly born feelings
I glued a on smile for my facial expression
And our camping continued its happy progression.
Started to write this thing a couple of weeks ago. I do not know what to call it... Started as a poem. I thought of just reading it to the drum&bass beat first, but was fooling around with the recent update and new RTs, so this is what came out of it. No blame if you can not stay till the end, it is kind of long
Big thanks to my wife and a couple of family friends who helped me write some of this. Unfortunately, I did not get them drunk enough to do other poetry projects...too many kids running around. Special thanks to Ray, a kind soul I met on this forum, that proof read this nonsense and made some cool suggestions. This tune is about a family vacation that's gone south. Best regards,
Misha.
VACATION BLUEZ
The band:
Bass: 921: Bass, Acoustic, Bossa
Guitar: 3238: Nylon Rhytm BossaBrazilRamon
Harmonica: 2857, Background CountryPopJelly
Drums: RealDrums=BossaLewis
PedalSteel 603: Pedal Steels, Background Train
Accordion: I accidently forgot to write,
but I believe it was new Spanish Tango +Klezmer Pop
Older Sony FX.
Lyrics:
Summer arrived like train from New Delhi
Family’s ready to roast some pork belly
Kids in a cooler, six pack in the booster
Maybe reverse that... Got cheese.. Smells like a Muenster
Sad boring city left miles behind
couriers are fired, all planets aligned.
Grilling, canoeing, swimming, fixing the tent
Nuking marshmallows....oh so efficient.
Tired, but happy arrived at sundown
I chugged a cold one, and smiled like clown
I wandered in the boonies to get the fire lumbered
Armies of bugs – now, I ‘m outnumbered.
The deeper I trekked to find some timber
the darker it got can’t see my own fingers
No matches or flashlight, just holes in my pockets
Oh, wait I’ve found ...just a dry chicken nugget
I sang like a mermaid - screamed like a bear
The forest was blind to my cries of despair
I stepped in a swamp full of toads, flies and leeches
A haven on earth for green trolls, nymphs and witches
And there it was, like a desert oasis
A sign from above to could solve this damn crisis
A fine rustic cottage stood tall from the grasses
I though it an illusion and cleaned off my glasses
With heart pounding heavy I entered the grounds
I swear I heard creepy Hitchcockian sounds
I pulled the door handle inhaling strange scents
The squeaky ol’hinge gave away my presence.
Curious, but fighting Prince Hamlet’s question
I entered each chamber like a band in procession.
In a striped shirt... with a bent walking stick
A perfect example of lost/lonely Beatnik
Right by the mantle in a shabby armchair
A woman was staring through long grey hair
Beckoning softly, her voice low and gentle
Asked if I was looking for a reasonable rental
I said Senora, may I use the bathroom
To clean my old shoes of the dust and mushrooms?
She nodded her head and pointed the direction
I saw my pale self in the mirror’s reflection.
I opened the door looked once and then twice
“My gosh lady, is this a time travel device?”
The dials were pulsating with an ambient glow
One big button in the centre labelled "LETS GO".
All of a sudden the booze had spoken
I pressed the button, the machine had awoken.
The vortex was opened; I was flying through space
Envisioning futures in a billowing haze.
Climate is stable, there is no money
bees in flower fields still making honey
food is abundant, buses are flying
seven day weekends, people are smiling
Gears are clanking like jaw on a gator
The device is hot like a sizzling crater
Eyes are rotating in wild directions
Hair is chaotic, so too my complexion
Clothes are smoking and toasted like Smores
Beasts or men coming out through the doors.
What is this place? Who are these monsters?
Charging at me like brute, wild horses.
No place to hide or a run for that matter
Creatures approaching with strange, nasty chatter
I felt a strong grip upon my shoulders,
Tears of joy in the eyes of my beholders
I was preparing myself to be their dinner
but the crowd saluted me as a winner
The more I was hearing their intricate blather
The meanings formed in my fired grey matter
Thoughts coming back all blurry & upset
Of how I encountered that electrical CLOSET!
Looking at folk that awaited my comments
I had a series of Deja vu moments
Last night’s adventure, insane locomotion
The toxic effect of my bubbly potion
Having a bottle... one became "too many"
Felt like a dream, that is sad and uncanny
The "cottage" is the hut of the campground attendant
I hope the old lady was not too offended.
Memories burst, shinning to dazzle
Shapes merge as a completed jigsaw puzzle
Back to myself... here's my wife with the siblings
I’m fighting a swarm of newly born feelings
I glued a on smile for my facial expression
And our camping continued its happy progression.
!!!