one of my favorite Peri Urban songs

Amy, I don't know
How your mind can grow
If your heart is slow
And doesn't flow with love

And sometimes
The trick of knowing
Is showing how you can
Say goodbye, and in letting go

But Amy
What do I know?

Amy, what   more...your sister did
Just another kid
Who grew too fast for the curve
And now you observe

How love don't always serve
We are immortalised
In someone else's eyes  less

An original song by Peri Urban. Part two of an American trilogy?

You asked me, how is America viewed overseas?
Well, America’s envied and loved and despised by degrees
You got everything, nothing and something
  more...But you don’t know what
You are young and you’re brash
And you’re taking the cash
Take the lot
And your people are fat
But the rich and the poor never meet
You got vile politicians
With media whores at their feet
And you like to shoot guns, you got pizza
You sing for your flag
You got Christians, pagans
And those who think God is a drag (queen)
You got lawyers and mountains, freak shows
And deserts and all kinds of pain
You send your young men into battle for freedom
Again and again and again
But the freedoms they win are just chains
Wrapped in velvet and padlocked tight
Yeah, America stands for the light
Or she is the bringer of the night

And America sucks
If you don’t live there
And America sucks
If you are poor there
And America sucks
If she is bombing you
And America sucks
If she don’t love you  less

America - sex capital of the world!

A response to Periurban's recent "Future of LiveVideo" video together with my thoughts on advertising and marketing materials

This is a song written by periurban. This video has better audio than the version on youtube that I made when I was sick.

Who are the real aliens?

A reflective piano piece.

An original song bt Peri Urban.

I'm portable
I go where the sun goes
I'm portable
I flow where the rain flows
Deep underground
I reach where the moon is unknown
And I shiver
In the cold light of dead stones

I   more...miss the surface
I miss the turning of the day

I played the fool
I played by your stupid rules
I found my name in you
I found my shame in you

I miss the surface
I miss the turning of the day  less

my painting of a guitar with music by kind permission of Periurban
quality control by Wesley the Labrador

An original song by Peri Urban. Thanks to Alec. From one King to another.

There's a man who burns up water
Burning up the ocean
To save the world

And if you don't know what he's doing
You might believe it's   more...true
That he can save the world

But when the big rock hits Canada tomorrow
And your teeth are hurting
And all you feel is sorrow

And you hate the moon
You hate the moon

A dozen of us went there
And came back empty handed
Pictures of the few who were first
Where the eagle landed
There we stay
Looking for Jesus' footprints in the moondust
And if the sky falls upon my head
I will remember everything you said

And when the lunatics take over the asylum
And the tide runs in my head I stand beside them
They're burning up the Sea
Of Tranquility
Look out at the Ocean
At everything in motion

We hate the moon
We hate the moon  less

In this third edition of the Vlogosphere, we depart from the weekly format and move into a daily one to allow people to submit their videos in a more timely fashion. There will still be a deadline, if   more...you want to get your videos in you'll need to try to get them to me at least before next Tuesday, though some videos that come after that time will be considered. We are still accepting submissions for THIS WEEK. We have 3, need 4 more.  less

I added some strings, choir, drums and bass to "So, Its a Love Song" by PeriUrban from youtube

i introduce myself and talk about

An original song by Peri Urban. Lead vocal and electric guitar live to camera.

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

The annual Dumfriesshire and Cumbria Greyhound Rescue President's garden party.

Please see www.dgrescue.org.uk for more information on the charity.

Stills by Leslie Murdoch (used with permission).

An original song by Peri Urban, recorded direct to 3 cameras.

Get the album at

www.periurban.com/page19.html

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

More weirdness.....

An original piece composed direct to camera.

Buy your bandwidth now!
A second response to periurban's question about community ownership of the vlogger pond.