How lyrics are born

how lyrics are born, social mixing, and general thoughts on 09/15/2023 

"Sacral Insomnia in a coyote night"

(said kigh-ote)

beginning idea for one lyric
( Why stay up trying to sleep if it just doesn't go?
write or form something)

Second lyric set
"You're not an alien,
You're a human who wants attention.
A real alien would want
to remain hidden."
(commentary about certain urgencies in the media-world
where attention is pushed via alteration of self;
one being body mods where people have gone as far as chopping the tips of their noses off and installed studs in their head, etc.

Just comparing that idea of "if somebody really were extraterrestrial!?"
and then going into that idea of the old black and white classic sci-fi movies like invasion of the body snatchers,
but also some others, I cant recall the titles to.
I think there were effective scenes I recall where there would be some human dressed up in a suit and business hat,
the production of the scene sort of fades out from the characters knowing eye, and the audience's knowing,
and then the character is there amongst a crowd.

"Blending in with the humans."

And anyhow,
I think synthesizers and mixes of dissonant sounds,
with a lyricizing of the above--- that's more developed, for a creation.

The
"Sacral Insomnia in a coyote night"
would be more nature night time sensations and feelings,
and rusty lead guitars, and mellow deep soft bass pieces.

So insomnia is a gift in a way when searching for the imaginative.
Because those eerie, quirky ideas... look, it's not the "cool" outsider stuff. All the cool kids or whatever are getting ok sleep right now. And can make salary and that shit.
I'm hanging on for my dear life, lol.

But that sense of mind to romanticize that eerie zone of spectacle, it feels nice in a way to forward some momentum of songs of the werewolve or whathave you,
or alienesque invisible roamers, etc.





There's, umm,
one other lyric set and it's psychedelic rock I think.

only one line for that too. But finally some motions that arent just harping on all improvised all the time.

That one goes
"I am chaos neutral
In the land of the spirits
I am chaos neutral
for a penchance of survival"

then add on some things
but wanting them to have ideas that stick
out,
so going for some mad libs style colleging.

I'm supposed to be sleeping.
Like, I have a morning appointment for
poison ivy outbreak extremities,
but I'm not even sure its poison ivy.
So I doubt I'd be sleeping really anyway.

Anyhow I just spam posted tons of 2012 releases
to local music group things and all of that.
Social media is so not made for me so I don't know what to do.

Someone said good things the last time I played out and
It felt more comforting or ideal to feel like I'm hated or jarred on,
like I'd almost rather that in some way.
Crike, yeah, see, you don't want to get into the mind of
an artist.
Shit that matters to me is I have my grandpa's pocket knife and my grandmother's chained pocket watch.
I'm supposed ta maintain some infinite supply of tuner batteries and guitar strings and stop losing or draining money in a corpsicle economy.

and my brain isn't surpassed like 1974 or something and I hadnt even been freaking born then.

but it's spooky season here in America. Well this part of it. The nights are getting chilly.
and I can either drive out now and stay in my car all night up in some parko lot
or like scrawl more lyrics down,
drink 5 cups or tea or something.

put some jackets on and have a cold night walk.
see if my writing is more uplifting or if it's loathing,
or if it's social commentary, or I can avoid that
and get into full on modus of at least
making, in my mind, some authors happy in some way.
Like Hyatt's book series. To scribble some ideas of imagery.

It's not for other musicians or this or that or winning people over, it's just
inside having something up to par to make authors that are dead now happy, and like satisfying some night time egregore, or not letting the ceremonious past time die out.
walk halfway between the muse and the anti-hero or something
get accepted into some groups and, you know, wait til everyone blinks at the same time all at once and just vanish the heck outta there.

 

 

 Something  stuck in my teeth,

maybe jump off a world
Onto a comet or something.

Twain's Halley's comet. 

wear a hat to match the occasion.

 see, that's one of those things, too
when someone says something good about my music
it's like, how the heck am I supposed to then deal with that!?

The Hierophant's Scroll

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/text/thehierophantsscroll.html
 they get so hateful when
they can't pin you down with
a label
and if you're so full with
life
that you
can't stay still
people get
real shook up
you won't
bend to their will.

It's really strange,
to leap from the page
to come
really alive,
not as a
nostalgia-revival-product-craze

You see the people
you'd edit
all along the way
start to shove
right on past
and try and take
your bright
away

or maybe some
save face
and slather on
a
money-poet's grace
but when it's
down to
bare bones
it has a limit
it will age

I learned what heart is
I learned what art is
I learned what the corporate
music industry is.
I learned that
rock, folk, this revival
and that revival
is typically connections you can buy
or making a sales niche and having
an obedient materialist survival.


This is an ancient test,
to me at least,
that I understand
cannot be packaged,
or pre-emptively released.
It's like Osirians preparedness
for the After-Life Trek
none of the Earthly Desires
had been a high eagered check

yet life keeps it along
rubs salt in your face
seems to advance the
predictable or the heartless
into the majorly chase.

I like testing waters
and mixing elements
performing new tests of substance
or I cannot happily rest
and so what is unstillness
comes often confused
with extreme disagreement
just the expectations of me
are very hard to amuse.

What is life, lived, living to me
seems to reject being still
Like I should be happy or contingent
of others shaping my will
Maybe it's a bit outspoken
my will to program my own brain,
I think to do arts again and again
exactly the same is insane
and that the OverSoul should steer,
and the risk is worth the take
so if I should be judged or de-listed
by the majority
I would still necessitate my wake

I would still stick to my truth
I would still do as I truly do
Ans speak and listen to
my OverSoul
whether it translates pure to
or confuses you.

Because  this is my one life
and many visages cycle along
in the webs of generations
Yet my Will and Soul is strong.
& I keep my challenges inside,
not seeking to wring or monetize
things which I feel others would not value
unless they felt it through my eyes

& it's personal to me,
like some Loci or some Guide,
and the ancient archetypes
are still fillments compound inside
but it cannot be marketed or slurred
or embodied to the hordes
and it's easy to see Truth Intense
comes intense enough to be ignored
because the realness of the task
to self-process the waking soul
is beyond a generation fad
or arrogant, in-fights and control.

So daring if it is,
or retracted from the pulse
of the dizzying world collective,
is an apparition I love the most.
It's a reflection of Silver Lighting
where once friends and brothers
and kin don't shed
between a mercury of crimson
touching a soot grey slate of led.

Never did I think in a present day
I'd walk between floods and flames
between indignant hipster demons
or the Godless upon unmarked graves.
I expected wisers not kali yuga
and I expected mature ancient souls
I close my eyes and see some early visions
between the priestess and hierophant's scroll.

 It takes a key skill in hopefully tangible ways to be able to translate sensations and experiences that many do not particularly understand.
And then in areas of life where you feel like you have to "throw a hail mary" to get any gaining grounds or  sense to approach any of the challenges ahead, it seems that is where others would  be able to actually sync in and relate.
But that is not always the case.

 There is only enough soul power or

Spiritual Prana to go around on Earth.  And so you see many devoid of such, and that lacking of the heart's spirit or an architect's intuition becomes all so apparent when studying the ways of the world today.

few updates of all in all

 CD I'd given my grandma as probably part'a a  birthday gift, maybe christmas possibly.
With homemade  stuff cos I was likely broke then.  Had some instrumentals on it for the most part.

 

 

 

played this yesterday, just something quick

here's some music/guitar blog from 09/02/2023

 

 

video of some cosmetic updates/upgrades on the yamaha fg830.
Will do a more proper and quality scoping of it yet still.
Recorded a short instrumental of playing style over that

 

 

 

 

this is a full version of the "Apollo" instrumental
previously posted a few entries below.
via 08-30-2023 and starts at 2:16  in the video.

all of the clip art seeming graphics are, I should add,
absurdly campy on purpose.  Sometimes I may feel
to clarify an outlay of humor but holy moly that does
not translate through all of the time. Leaving for me
to shrug and also give an enamoring of "oh well"

Also any song I do is, if going over to add anything in the future,
something I will do myself. Othertimes it is meant to be posted
as basically a demo or as practicing and just having a darn ol camera around.

Questioning how I feel when sometimes people, it's good if they like it!
but take it and record over it and repost it and stuff.
Sometimes it makes my songs "flagged" if I re-use my own stuff later.
Just to note and mention.



And saying that,
about to have some of a share of serano peppers
and work on restrengthening my back, as it were. 

 

 Do you not really really realize

about this world?

The ballad of the soul---

The amygdala development over time, 

And the new brain, exercised---

Self-adaption and manual insight...

Oh how it can deter you, if not assumed known, 

How it can deter you away from the beastly world...

What troubles pursue, or is it healing and a worthy growing?...

To make use of development of perception,

Or the actuality of nerve and brain impulse.

If you stray from the pack,

The collective and self-destructive herd animal,

Then you must go through barren lands all your own,

Carrying a seed to find worthy grounds, 

To plant it and pay attention and raise ideas and lived and a sustenance, different, too, and anew...  

Away from this sufferment planet or damned and cursed reality thay separates vapidness and fighting and media spells and usurping and pain.

Passing many lands having left that and onto one's own alignment to a very determination demanding area of internal knowing

 Harmonica in B

played that a good long while while in the bed zone last night.

Had to lay about and recover a lot as my back was frazzled and yikesed,
for like near 2 weeks now.
neat, fun, wa hoo.

But I played the harmonica of the key of B and it was a delightful and
healing feeling. Simple and easy and fun.

And I wondered a bit if--- some of those keys I had not necessarily played in
or excessively gotten to using very much.  Mostly A,D and G. Not so much 'B.'
I wondered if they do take some breaking in.  There are sticky reeds sometimes.

and anyway I am up before the sun, a bit so.
I may be able to soon catch the person who on purpose litters scumbaggy type
garbage onto the road and had for like over a year now--- just getting more excessive.
Like burger wrappers and airport sized little liquor bottles and booze cans, ripped
lotto tickets, more food wrappers. I think I know who it is.
Really not cool.  
You have to like babysit the trashy around here but they're really really like mean spirited.

Anyhow I'm eating an egg every day - so help I can - and had been working at non-back-movement-related activities.
That intense pang! and nerve jolt feeling having remained for it's time hasn't been fun.


That feline momma that found its way here (like lots do) is finally fixed - so hopefully less wildness of having to take care for and manage the litters that had been produced.
Many of them are kept as they depend on or prefer one another's company.
The last litter of them, not really "litter," actually, living, human animals..
litter refers to the above, which that one slummy dolt tosses onto the road here each day---
the  kitten batch, so to say---- that sounds better, kitten batch--
had been donated to a shelter.
and those cat shelters are wholly overwhelmed! really so.

So any-how this blogger is working functionally and as it should again.
So I can maybe effort-type a bit more, when able to. I wasn't sure.
It had such extreme glitches going on.


If I can preen my back out then daily fitness can be a thing. What a gouge out of routine
but had been in enough of a set back to have to start reading about daily ongoings of the world.
And at least looking up campers still, or RVs.
The idea to get, somehow, a separate truck and a pull along camper---
rather than a main R.V.,----
I'm not sure.  I would aim so direly to a maneuverable creative space.
It might make more sense to do that.
Everything is so damned expensive here however. If I can get to some other state
to find anything better.
For my own benefactor of self guarding I honestly hardly trust anyone in this area/county/state.
It's like sharks, scammers, this, that--- extremely raised prices.
Like ya get the privileged to pay to continue to be tortured and other such cool economic features
but what can ya do or say?  I have to heed to my own old advice
and basically make it out and make it through however I can.
Realizing nobody really has my back kind of had set in something
non-alluring for like 2.5 years now especially - maybe thus the back pangs! now.



Not everybody in the world is like they are around here.

Not really a folk musician

 I have a confession:
I am not a folk song writer (by modern sense)

because I have never fallen asleep bored
by playing any of my songs
 

 

in fact!
I play rock'n'roll,
it's true. Just I have whatever only instrument I can make best of
which to my favor for a long while going now
is the acoustic guitar.

I am not Johnny New age Appleseed
with too much patience or predictable forray
or Sister Soozie Woodsy Leap Frog,
with array of simp orbiter monstrosities,
linked to have a seminal fad euphoria
unto cheering-on boomer parents
buying upon them an articulant Martin Guitar
and studio ensemble all the more.

It ever so bores me!
and those people hate people like me,
not the other way around (I've tried)
we do not mesh,
and (I've tried)
but finally it is all too obvious.


they're very very very very (times however many very's you may please)
well off.
So the hurt, the originality, the real fight for it, via a song,
it just ain't there.
But its a million per million now.

and its boring. Good for em if it feels good, writing  that, doin that,
it's all done so correctly, too
so predictable
but ya make me nap while I'm steering my ship.

[this is the advent of playing the heel which is entertaining and fun to me and fine.]

had a lot of fun playing folk songs earlier, aside from all that

the seminal

 Yes, it did reload the post menu options,
finely and a little  bit cooperatively,
rather than CLANGING
with atrocious errors.

Anyway,
dear live journal!,
it's looking like my humor is back,
in this ol skull and picture maker of my brain of mine.
Well that's fine!

Trusting when you've seenenough miserable things
and really made it through the barriers, you know---
when you realize the world you are living in
is a monumental s-a-t-i-r-e,
you know----
that,
okay,
I "tweeted" about this... yeah wish me luck with that....

The collective mind is a dangerous thing when all it takes to lead it is constant emotional manipulation.

so what does that mean?
Stay away from the collective mind!
and wind up like
meeeeeeeeeeeee.
laughter.exe.

anyway I believe in God's joke, lately... living in this time or timeline.
And I think it sucks!
Booo! Get off the stage,
let me take over.
I have some plans,
for---- you know---
occurant realities. That sort of thing.

I'm sitting here, sewing. It relieves animosity pressures.
Or realizing a renaissance movement of practically anything
is so far away from placing a mantle of activity in civilization.

That's infuriating, a bummer, and messed up.
So I decided to sew a bandana to see if I could.
But it is several layers and striping patterns.
and I'm doing o kay with it, but it's by hand.

And I've been customizing the hell out of guitars I have by my side.
And that has been extremely fun and keeps me away from having
to insert my private eye too helmed deep toward any of the collective world's
absolutely abysmal ongoings.

I'm ashamed of the human race!
Is that a kind of... bickery thing to say?
I'm not so sure I can deny standing firmly behind the claim.

I lead to think even some of the most higher ups in industry agency and so on,
are incompetent asshats who hadn't faced enough NDE experiences,
or honed in on the processes of studying their very own initiation, presence, or vacancy
of being a spirit in the flesh and then an identity or personality amongst a
card game called "Biggest Bullshitter Wins First."

I think the common human lately or as of late or what it is being molded toward and pushed into
or accepted or celebrated as,
really, is a scumbag--- a materialist worshipper, a short term thinker, a media obssessant.
I don't care  how much guff that arrives to me in saying so because i'm already splendorous enough in guff, and i've by now seen the operative formation of branches of so much industry that
in order to corrupt you must have corrupted by 5 internal corruptions and then, in entry level practice, continue to go about corrupting immensely upon all you meet, and see, interact with and cross paths with.

and so yes, it really is "Biggest Bullshitter Wins First."
but lathered in coattails and sleeves and layers of "I'm a good person! A real humanitarian!"
with lots of in-groups going around kissing each others butts but soulfully, long term, doing nothing-- and daring nothing, and risking nothing really.

 This darn blogger won't let me in

I have arts and crafts i need to post!

 blogger is becoming very clanky and broken. I think its been abandoned for working with many new browser updates, so checking for different blog sites or may set one up at my website

 Drive about 40 miles either way,
then you will see hearts,
and people with talents, skills,
compassions which aren't at face value.
People who care about animals
and learn and know how to invigorate
something pure as wildlife.

NoBug nets

 

For Apollo

 For Apollo (08-30-2023)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wfPgU0MlLw

https://rumble.com/v3dgtfc-for-apollo-08-30-2023-audio-lome-marsupial.html

https://www.patreon.com/posts/for-apollo-88520793

 If I have to find miracles and
pursue what others don't believe
is even possible
I'll know I never had to have 
leaned on anybody to keep
ever going.  
& that all who tried to bring me down
or keep from what I love and have
as a cathartic internal uplift,
are people who needed layers
of lies or payouts to get where they are.
and anything too new or too fun,
Or too different in technique
and liveliness, raw-life,
was afraid in some way.
Or judgemental or a gatekeeper in some way.
Wherever I end up - I won't forget that.
Seeing beyond the layers
and also the images, 
or ways some conduct and appear,
and then how it truly actually is. 

Cold Lake Shore Line

 consistent, persistent log in crashes with blogger site :)

from you-tube


"cold lake shore line" (08.28.2023-early-recording)
some evidence I'm still workin' on stuff and making sounds.
2nd take of this one.

Words from graphics worked on and updated to make sense of situations.
Song itself is a separate packet.
Ice Cold Lake Shore with Blue Winds.

Song is cut, Morning coming up and just finished it a lil bit ago.
Attaches to some of the other similar ones like "Soft Suede" and "Wayside/I'm So Glad"

music Lome Marsupial LTG music all rights reserved ummm have mp3s of albums and demos like this as this name on patreon. and this name dot come, for support an all that character-breaking-mentioning stuff. Ha!

hits enter

(song demo is indeed on patreon here https://www.patreon.com/posts/88367543?pr=true

for a download with lots of other finished albums and demo song previews as files. and writings and updates

new visuals

some updated main site images.  needed to add 2nd flipside annotation to L&F O.E. visual

 Some
fun sounds
and
playing
them

 check it out, you get the time line
where the collective masses
just follow, follow, follow, follow
with no thinking at all
Like none, no questioning or thinking at all.
Controlled stimuli.
Encode into them pet tricks. 

check the profile you'll know why. things like that happen too often. they're weak minded judgemental censors

 https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100004463658192

 have fun

Just in case

 Just in case