Singing my April 30, 1999 poem Blood (included in Let Me Be Your Bernie T.) using Garage Band instruments.
From my March 7, 2009 poem Lost Years, another attempt at making a song using Garage Band.
Singing my poem Dance (included in Let Me Be Your Bernie T.) with Garage Band drums. Written for one of the few non-parents who’ve been so supportive for decades.
End of the Road Take 4 – Jason Scarabin poem from Summer 2014. Recorded April 13, 2015 with Ainsley doing some back-up vocals. This poem is in Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
Dip Sum – Jason Scarabin poem from June 4, 2014 about brother Deron getting hit by Clarence Adolph, Sr.’s tractor. Poorly played guitar and singing recorded April 26, 2015. Other tracks to enhance added today. This poem is in Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
Gravy – Jason on guitar and singing his poem Gravy, April 26, 2015. Gravy was written on December 29, 2004 specifically for accomplished singer/songwriter Tim LaLonde.
Jump in gravy, that’s what I want to do today
Get it ready tonight and ready for morning, don’t
Don’t eat it, drink it then give it to me, please
Brown gravy with garlic, pickles and lawn chairs
Ride into town and grab a shovel for your peaches
You’ll find the gravy on the old man’s shelf, there
Go to the lumber yard and find a solid plank ok
We’ll strap it to your back and peel off the onion
Juiced spruced and loose to grab this goose
I’m higher than kites fly over the wicked city
I’m jumping in gravy today and I don’t care
I don’t care what the gravy thinks, I’m going
Crying for a minute about a mouse in my house
Saddle up Joanna, grab a banana and a fan pack
Create the ramp when weather strikes at eight
Spread the gravy on sideways and run like hell
Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
2015 recording of Jason Scarabin’s September 26, 1994 poem Blame.
perception of blind morsels
is the bitter end that falls
upon the wandering horseman
his heels are reeled up to steal
but i tell you twice the jew
hasn’t been credited with the brace
the brace is the glow of spring
helps from databased nuts
leaving the sunrise isn’t so bad
but if you leave a sunset you’re in deep
blessed child don’t be still in your hope
keep striving for the rimmed canyon
within the canyons of demise
lies the echo of a disgruntled stranger
whose forgotten the blame put on the good ones
lest we not remind ourselves of what’s been
Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
Copyright © 2015 Jason Scarabin. All rights reserved.
2012 poem after the funeral of a friend.
Tarzan, In A Dream, Cleansed
Scared. Late March. Blind. Faded. The Dove. Coldex.
Try Not To Hide, The Cellar, The Soul, Numbed
Unknown, Castles and My Friend’s Arm
The Goose, The Canvas, Bali, The and Pets
Time to run, time to lose
Time to eat, time to snooze
Time to be nice, not mean
Time to be lean, not green
Have you had a remarkable day?
Have you lost yourself in play?
Growing riches within your mind?
Blowing britches in kind?
I like to run and it feels good
But not until I’m skinny and wood
Getting there with light and focus
After all, no one really knows us
Bread gone, spinach here in tow
Lemons and Mushrooms, some cilantro
Ice and cranberry juice, onions and olive oil
Monterey Jack packs, salmon in foil