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Pass It On

Pass It On

Here’s something that makes me super proud.

Every summer I get to go on vacation with countless relatives and relations to a big old Victorian house near the ocean on Martha’s Vineyard.

Naturally my favorite thing to do is sit on the porch playing guitar. This year, as I was writing a Space Monkey song (see Monkey Man) my brother-in-law comes out of nowhere and hands me some written-in-the-moment lyrics.

Somehow my “playing” inspired Dennis to do something I had never seen him do. It was shocking, actually, quite touching. I could see the uncertain pride in Dennis’ face. And the lyrics were sooooo sweet!

So naturally, this song needed to come to fruition.

I didn’t want Dennis to know I was writing this song, so I secretly arranged to take a walk to the lighthouse with my sister, Lisa, where we set the words to music and came up with the verse about the children’s children. The plan was to play the song for Dennis on the porch, but vacation is so hectic we never got around to it.

So two weeks later, here’s the song. It’s called “Pass It On,” so please . . . pass it on!

The message of the song is simple. Love flows through. But only if you let it. Then long after you’re gone, your love lives on. That, to me, is immortality. It’s not about our actions or accomplishments. It’s not about writing songs or making art. It’s about the divine spark that flows through, that makes all things possible. Dennis hit on this idea perfectly, and I’m not even sure he knew was doing it.

Sometimes channelers don’t even know that they’re channelers!

So pass it on, people. You inspire me to express myself. I’m not even sure if this song would’ve been written without the love passing on from all of you! Or I might have written it, but left in in a pile of papers like Dennis told me he does with his own writing.

The fact that Dennis felt the openness of my energy, which encouraged him to do something he had never done before . . . that is just amazing to me. And that’s what the song is all about.

So I shall encourage you one more time. Pass it on!



8/16

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Monkey Man

You say you wanna help me
but I don’t see how that you can.
You say you understand me
but you’re just a monkey man.
Clearly you haven’t a clue.
Why should I listen to you?
So the monkey says
“Who better than me?
I am you, and we are we.
And this is all imaginary.
It’s true.
You’re really just listening to you.”

8/2

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Jump Right In

This was a fun experiment. I threw a song idea up on a forum I belong to, explained the thought behind the song, and wrote the first verse and chorus. Then I got all these wonderful contributions for lyrics, wrote a few more lines and voila! Instant song!

So you’re drawn to water
So you’re drawn to this.
Not really knowing
If it’s poisonous
Looking down
Your reflection calls you
To cast your self
Into the abyss
Jump right in
Don’t dip a toe in
You’ll find a reason
NOT to begin
Slip and slide
Enjoy the ride
To late to turn back
But hey maybe that’s the plan
Floating through time
Won’t you take my hand
We’re drifting to
the promised land
Jump right in
No reason to fear
We’re all here
And we’re all you
You jump in the water
You forget to swim
You look for a reason
Not to begin
You’re blaming the water
Again, and again
It’s time to sink or swim
Jump right in.
You start to tread wate
Taking mouthfuls in
Before you realize
The floating can begin
Your life can begin
All your hesitation
Time is just a wastin’
Take the leap of faith
Don’t worry what’s underneath
You will find
You have wings to fly
And that you can’t deny
Jump right in
That’s why you’re called
You wouldn’t be jumping
If you didn’t like to fall


7/27

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Monkey Meditation Music

You may or may not have noticed that I have been writing less lately. I have been very conscious that it was becoming almost an obligation to myself, and not necessarily in a good way.

I’m getting the sense that maybe I should explore music for a little while in the morning. Everything is vibration, so the monkey tells me that sitting at a piano keyboard (or guitar) and meditating over the notes that come out of my fingers and my heart might be interesting and maybe even beneficial for a time.

“Don’t expect anything to come out of it, just do it.” 

Okay, Monkey.

Oddly enough (NOT) I just purchased this new keyboard controller with some of the slot machine winnings that I manifested two Saturdays ago on a hunch brought on by the 14th or so anniversary of my mom’s passing. She LOVED one of the casinos near me, so as a tribute I went down there with my sister. I kind of knew I would win.

So this is all I did. Sat at my keyboard, played some notes, then layered some improvised vocal noises on top. All while the morning sun shined in my window.
Wish every morning could be this magical.

Paul
4/9

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Hey Hey We’re Space Monkey

Because it's MY JOB to be disturbing.

Posted by Paul Tedeschi on Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Because IT’S MY JOB to be disturbing.

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Say You Will

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As a hobby, I like to make cigar box guitars. Usually whenever I make a new one, a song falls out out, so I go over to my computer and rough it out. This one seemed a little naive at first, but then I realized that perhaps the song wanted to tell me that my world was too jaded.

Say you will
Wonderful
Say you will
Wonderful
It don’t cost nothing
to give a smile
It don’t cost nothing
to spend a while with me
It don’t cost nothing
to give a hug
It don’t cost nothing
Just be kind to me
Say you will
Wonderful
Say you will
Wonderful
It don’t cost nothing
to break the ice
It don’t cost nothing
to just be nice to me
It don’t cost nothing
to lose the frown
It don’t cost nothing
to turn around
and just let it be
Say you will
Wonderful
Say you will
Wonderful

1/17

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Second day in and the first song out…

(Still very crude, but promising.)

You’re the New Year Yesterday
So far so good, I say
But I don’t know what to make of you

You’re barely two days old
So much to be foretold
That I don’t know what to make of you

Will you be my savior?
Will you be my downfall?
Will you be my turning point?
Will you make things better?
Put me back together?
Or will we fall apart?

Life can be so hard to bear
Sinking in this easy chair
Cause I don’t know what to make of you

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Beast of Burden

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Even 2016 couldn’t kill him. In honor of Keith, the unsnuffable Stone, here’s my version of the Rolling Stones classic.

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World In My Head

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There’s a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There’s a world in my head
Trickling down
No one knows
Just what’s inside of my head
Not even me
Memories
Pictures and thoughts that I’ve had
Unconsciously
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
And my attic is full
Boxes, bikes and old butterflies
Newspaper clippings a shrine
To everything that was once mine
And is mine
And will always be mine
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
Acrobats
Party hats
Hole riddled diplomats
Income tax
Persian cats
The smell of grass
Not being there for your heart attacks
Stupid facts
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down
So many voices inside of me
Fragments of everything that I know
So many people inside of me
So much that nobody nobody
No one knows
Just what’s inside of my head
Not even me
Memories
Pictures and thoughts that I’ve had
Unconsciously
There is a world in my head
Trickling down down down
There is a world in my head
Trickling down

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Won’t Be Long

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One day I won’t be my mother’s baby.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
One day I might be a grownup, maybe.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
Maybe I will go to Paris and raise a kid.
Maybe I will love somebody the way that she did.
The way she loves me now.

One day I will tend my mother’s garden.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
And take my children out into the flowers.
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
“The cats will play outside all day.
The kids will run me ragged.
But then they’ll go to bed.”
That’s what she said.

How long will we have to be together?
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”
How long will it be until forever?
“Won’t be long,” she said. “Won’t be long.”

When will we see each other again?

“Won’t be long,” she said.
“Won’t be long.”

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