Urban Mythology

These are the mountains where I live.
Music featured is Peri Urban - Grandpa Urban Guitar Test
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A reflective piano piece.

one of my favorite Peri Urban songs

An original song by Peri Urban.

Get the album at www.periurban.com/page19.html

G (F#) Em
You /say you /are my /friend
Bb C
You /want to see the   more.../train wreck
But in the end
Would you stick out your fat neck

For me?

You got a silver streak
Running down your spine
You prey upon the meek
And say what you built is mine all mine

C G
You /always will des/troy
D Am
What /you don’t under/stand
You never will engage
Your head is full of sand

Barbed wire baseball bat
You call that a joke
I feeling it biting me
You words choke on love

It was a nation that we dreamed
A vision for the whole wide world
It was harder than it seemed
The flags remained all unfurled

We always will destroy
What we don’t understand
I never will engage
My head is full of sand  less

A wee improv thing I put together to test the new guitar my dad built for me. See the latter stages of the build here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zu9_uJRVLLw

More weirdness.....

An original piece composed direct to camera.

Music - Garglebart by Peri Urban

Get the full track here http://www.periurban.com/page18.html

Open D tuning.

Making music with Lily. Everything recorded live to camera.

An original song by Peri Urban. All parts performed live to camera.
Esus C
We are /Kings
G
Torn by the /sea
Dsus2
Just you and /me

Kings through eternity
I wish   more...I could be
More than you see

Am
The merchant sets sail
F G
For the /new /world
F C
The /new /world

He can’t see
The logic of love
That enough is enough
And more is too much

The sword lies with my heart
In the abbey grounds
They tore me apart

I took up the pen
To learn again
I’m the least of men

Together we rise
And to our surprise
Open each other’s eyes

And he takes it in his hand
Gives none of it back
Pierces the land
And the blood runs black

Sells you back your dream
And smiles as you scream
But when you sing
You can be King

So, we are Kings
But what should we do?
Believe in me
I’ll believe in you  less

It's a whole new world for everyone.

An original song by Peri Urban. Performed live to camera.

Tune guitar to DGDGBD (please don't ask whet the chords are!)

I hung my head in shame
When I watched you pray
And I drifted away
Out of the frame

I   more...saw you yesterday
And I knew you'd have to say
Something evil
Was eating at your mind

No-one is leaving today
Locked into paradise
With no way to get you to stay

When the ferry leaves the shore
You won’t come back any more
Standing on the corn
Beneath the waves

My feet are sore
My head feels like a grave
That the living visit silently
Then go

It’s true what they say
About the dawning of the day
And the way the shadows
Play upon your hair

It’s true what they preach
About the things they want to teach you
For each of us a teacher
Will appear  less

An original song by Peri Urban.

Em/C/G
Am/G/F#/C

I'd like to take you on a trip down memory lane
Yeah, I'll put on my boots on and hit the hill again
Because there's something up there I need you to see
Under   more...the mountain near the stone and the tree

Pushing up daisies
He's going crazy

Who is this crazy guy that lives underground?
His head is full of clouds, they gather around
They sing his name out loud, but he cannot hear
So far from everyone, no-one comes near (more) (  less

Words and music Peri Urban. Performance Reid Baer (NewWarriorMan).

OK, what happened here?
This is a new thing for me.
Everybody came over to my place
Uninvited for a jamboree.

Is this the power of poetry?
  more...Or of a disaffected minority?
Or the cutting edge of community?
Presently, it's all a mystery.

Or was it the power of the word?
The way it was said?
Or the way it was heard?
Did it resonate like a bell made of light inside your head?

The morning sky holds a fragile star.
Maybe it was the music,
The singing strings of a new and extraordinary guitar,
With no place for pitch to settle,
You know, those little transverse rods made of metal.

Frets, you call them.
Zones of music, stoppers,
The places where your fingers naturally descend.
Applying lateral pressure
So the note will bend
Like blood filling a brass bowl
The moment to transcend.

You know, I think between us we set words free.
Flowing and cascading but always under some kind of control.
The meaning and the significance and the act of communication
Being the part that disappears into a black hole,
From which radiation
Pours unexpectedly.
What should be consumed and forgotten
Is broken in two by its passage to another realm,
An unknowable place,
Where an invisible face
Owns the hands that grip the helm.

O yeah, we can set everything free -
Words, rhythm, pitch, key,
Meter, ideology,
Compassion, hate, love and technology.
We can make the kind of soup the gods themselves would sip
As they tarry behind the curtain,
Watching the fabric of reality rip.

You can taste freedom,
But it doesn't always sustain your mind.
Sometimes your heart needs more,
You know, when there is something you struggle to find
In the debris,
Without ever knowing
What you're looking for.

Freedom doesn't evaporate when you turn your back.
What's behind you isn't just all black emptiness,
Devoid of life.
You leave a wake of possibility,
Churning up the ocean of dreams,
Making waves until it seems,
In that final moment before sleep returns
It is freedom itself that burns,
Independence that weighs us down
As if on our own we drown.

And it seems to me
That what we really seek
Is to be meek
Within the surrender of gentle and loving slavery.  less

Reading by Reid Baer. Words and music Peri Urban

Yes, you have freedom of speech,
But not here.
In your own home perhaps
But not on the streets (unless we agree).
You can't preach hate
Even if it's what you   more...feel.
By speaking aloud
You risk making imagination real.
Is that what you want?
You do have freedom of speech
But not here, do you see?
Not now.
This is our playground.
This is our money tree.
Of course, you can say what you like
As long as we like it too
And if we like what you say
Things could turn out very good for you.
It's only words after all.
That's what we're talking about here.
Words, not reality.
Take a deep breath and hold on.
Soon the need to speak will pass,
As will the shadow of fear.
Freedom of speech?
Well, kinda.

You can say what you like on your own lawn
But step over that great divide
Onto the next blade of grass
(The one that isn't yours)
And your neighbour owns your thoughts.
That earnest thinking,
That deep philosophy,
Those magical ideas -
None of them are yours any more
If you express them on someone else's turf.

Freedom of expression.
Who owns that idea?
Well, Kembrew MacLeod has the right to "Freedom of Expression"
And now I owe him a debt,
And if he calls it in these words will vanish.
This diamond of structured consciousness
Rendered meaningless by oblivion and regret.

There was a thing I once thought,
I even impressed myself, no easy feat.
It might have been in the middle of the night.
Yeah, that seems about right.
Perhaps it was a song,
And I vowed to remember and cherish and repeat,
But it slipped my grasp,
And it's gone.

Now, that was freedom.  less

My father's garden, my mother's piano.

An original song by Peri Urban, performed direct to camera.

Get the album at www.periurban.com/page19.html

For all my LiveVideo friends, may we never slip away.

Direct to camera composition. Thanks to Olegbach for the title.

Peri Urban and Fábio Portela had never met. But I thought I´d put this two together just for fun. It turned out quite nice I think...

An original song by Peri Urban. Direct to camera.

Music "Boots" by Peri Urban and Michael Cobley, "Metal Ghosts" by Peri Urban, and "Duplo Train" by Lily and Peri Urban.

Original song, live to camera (except the drums!)

Dedicated to the lost and lonely everywhere.

Get the album at www.periurban.com/page19.html

Em G C
I /heard the /news from /Mars
  more... Em G C6
Used the /fuel of a /billion /fast cars
Em G C C6
And /all that’s /there is /broken sand and /fractured air
Em
And a /tiny scum of life
C G
Under the /surface, it was /hiding

C G
So, come on /home, why don’t you come on /home
Em B7
The /thing you’re looking for is /here
C
It’s all a/round you

Em G C
You can /hold it /in your /hand
Em G C6
You can /breathe in /it and /think of it
Em G C
And /eat of /it and /sleep with it
C6 G
You can /love it to /death

So, come on home, why don’t you come on home
The thing you’re looking for is here
It’s all around you

I heard the news from your broken heart
I can sing your song again from the start
Do you think it would help if the stars came down
And the moon hit the ground?

So, come on home, why don’t you come on home
The thing you’re looking for is here
It’s all around you  less