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.
Guitar practicing a Sad Jam in 2014 but timestamp is April 2015.
Guitar practice on June 25, 2015.
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.
Ship Right Through The Crossing Line – Jason Scarabin a cappella original. July 09, 2016.
Mucking Again – Jason Scarabin practicing guitar includes a small part with failed effort at a Black Sabbath song. May 11, 2015.
Not True (Electric Take 2) – Jason Scarabin on guitar. September 30, 2015.
Gone Wrong – Jason Scarabin on guitar. April 23, 2015.
I’m Gonna Cry – Jason Scarabin on guitar and singing after Parker didn’t like one of my songs and Ainsley helps out with back-up singing. April 13, 2015.
I Might Be Dying – Jason Scarabin on guitar and singing his poem that’s included in Let Me Be Your Bernie T. but this version has some different lyrics.
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.
From July 19, 2014: Among the first attempts at bringing one of my poems (Ink, January 9, 2005 – in Let Me Be Your Bernie T. too) to life with music and singing using Apple’s Garage Band. Singing in the first part is hard to stomach but plow through and listen for the art that it is. Added some more voice to it today at the end. And as always, pitching my lyrics to accomplished or budding musicians who need words for their amazing music. I play and sing poorly but I got your words.
It’s hard to explain this feeling inside
My thoughts override everything outside
Crushing my will to eat and survive
Bringing to you what Harry keeps high
Typing your name and your life, I fight
Growing and decaying at the same time
Pursuing this alone, my eyes take flight
They wonder and wander into the night
Don’t feel I want you to think and drink
Take a sip grab a swig clink clink clink
Pen in your hand splatter the ink
Come to me touch me wink wink wink
Our parts together our souls apart
Our hearts apart our minds start
Who are you, my counterpart?
Who are you to mimic my art?
Go and stay, run and fall
Cry and pray, walk stand tall
Do what you have to, to get to the ball
Better get your dress, better not crawl
Whisper to me and tell me your life
I don’t want to know, feels like a knife
Think with me, squeeze tight take a bite
Oh come on heart, think and don’t be polite
Written at 06:49 AM Pacific Time, January 9, 2005
Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
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