beginning in the SEA ending in AYE

some say the moaning,groaning and weeping you hear at sea.is the spirit of a new life being born at sea.my vessel, my mother,my ghost.i hear the sounds of a warning but it may be from the winds yearning.mother of all storms, mother of all reapers,maybe just the dope and the mind of a redeemer.save our souls and a lifeboat has risen,the water is perfect so drink to be forgiven.spiral tides with ebb and flow will always bring you to your home.

blue grey mist,barely dusk before first light.a sudden pop of orange burst and the sun rises with life.on the far horizon the clouds begin to clear,a cool breeze will become gusty i fear.bells and sirens off in the distance,i can barely make them out,song created by water.confused and disoriented,i try to find the range with its direction,allens leslie playing to perfection.the hands of choppy seas,floating across the ivory slick and black keys,a wonderfully beautiful sound,calling out to thee.

amplifier comes to life,tubes warming up  becoming so bright.sounds of tones,highs thru lows and the check of tuning rightly so.a strum across the strings and a one foot on a gas peddle,midi comes to life and shows its strength.quadverb projects each note with warmth,artist flicks the whammy to bend the chord.so the set starts,audience is never bored,waiting in anticipation and wanting one more.guitar is white with parts missing it seems,no headstock and without tuning keys.looks like the moon thats made of swiss cheese.a berger by gibson they no longer make,scuttled with intention and left in a wake but buck has two and he shares it with all of you.wonderful music and a wonderful player,he is a master that no one can match.

a lonely star traveling thru the night sky pulsing bright.traveling above the gravity with might.orbiting thru time and space.passing by the human race.2 aliens on the moon.looking back at earth without a zoom.wondering if they can make it back safe.surrounded by orange glowing plasma making a wake.ships of metal gray awaiting the arrival.in seas so high unfit for survival.a dangerous place this planet they say.just ask the aliens launched from a cape in may.

merky waters created by current and wind.species hide in the rock and sand.evil lurks in men and animal.searching for flesh blindly thru a thermal.sharks of 3 blue, white and lemon.finning,tailing crazed eyes of a demon.a hooded hidden face with hook and sickle,chaseing a grey shadow strikeing blows leaveing no ripple.capturing a gray ghost jn his suit harder than it seems,endless struggles with mind bending dreams.

tears for a heart felt loss and forever the pain.broken strings no volume or gain.laying in a odd shape box. face up hollow holes empty and locked.never to be picked on,never to be tuned on.only one remains,so carry forward the vision in search of treaty secrets of big vinyl fame.

burning star rising bringing light.four winds blow ever so lite.on the waters edge foaming with salty brine.cool and wet gritty with sands of time.sky bright blue not a cloud in the sky.so clear to the horizon telescope being eyed.no haze no glare.to nice of a scene not to share.rotation of a planet brings a new day.i can not leave so i will stay.