Gregg M. Pasterick

I'm gonna start the new year any place but here. Don't understand why? Just look in the mirror. ... goodbye ...

over my dead body, which feels awfully close by Singer-Songwriter

febba chabuba by Singer-Songwriter

Fly Me to the Moon by Singer-Songwriter

(playing around with) Day Tripper by Singer-Songwriter

ooh lala (the chorus) by Singer-Songwriter

vodoo chili (slightly, a return) by Singer-Songwriter

8 13 25 by Singer-Songwriter

(the first two verses of) all along the watchtower by Singer-Songwriter

It's best to smoke the peace pipe at sunset. Feed your dreams and give chase. Heed what the cactus wren said, and greet the stars with your embrace ...

... test driving new hardware/software...

I was a long haired, skinny kid with a sparsely populated mustache on a greyhound from Pittsburgh to Buffalo. A hippie girl in skintight hip hugger slacks sat down right next to me. Took me a half hour to say hello. Hello. Do you think we'll be making love soon? Life on the road, ain't it grand? Could be I'm looking for America. Could be I'm off to visit my aunt.

Til You Came Along by Singer-Songwriter

His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla. He had a reputation. He rode into town at sunset as those of his ilk are wont to do Some say he comes from Cincinnati. Some say that's where he's goin' to. His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla. He rode like a man haunted. Some say he's lookin' for somethin'. Some say he's runnin' away. Some say he comes from Cincinnati. Some folks have too much to say. His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla. He had a reputation. Some say he was a cosmic cowboy riding the stars across the sky. Some say it's just his imagination, Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by. Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by. Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by.

It's best to smoke the peace pipe at sunset. Feed your dreams and give chase. Heed what the cactus wren said, and greet the stars with your embrace ...

Briefly #6 by Singer-Songwriter

Briefly #4 by Singer-Songwriter

Briefly #3 by Singer-Songwriter

The bad stuff and the sad stuff. Anything but the glad stuff. I'm just not feeling it today. The 'why' stuff and the 'high' stuff. Anything but the 'goodbye' stuff. I'm just not feeling it today. We were old and in love. We were young and tired. ... gets gone before you know it, and it's all pointless. Dead ends and old friends. Roll credits and the movie ends. I'm just not feeling it today. I'm just not feeling it today. I'm just not feeling it today.

The Magic That Happens On A Summer Night by Singer-Songwriter

It would've been a groove to get high with you listening to "Hitchhiker's Guide." It would've been a groove to get high with you blowing bubbles into the night. It would've been a groove to get high with you just one more time. It would've been a groove to get high with you. Time is a distance I can't overcome. I'm lost in its darkness. I'm held in its thrall. Time is a distance I can't overcome. Is who we were who we will be? It would've been a groove to get high with you

... a Pure Prairie League cover ...

… life ...

...the typical noodling concurrent with Jessica Jones lately...

Everybody seems to be dying and it's killing me too. What can I do? Oh, what can I do? I'm broken-hearted everyday. For this there is no map. There is no there and back. There is no back. It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction. It's a long fall, don't ya know? If I could save time on a bottle I'd have it all drunk by now, like milk from a cow. Almond milk from a cow. It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction. Sometimes I'm still that twelve-year-old boy hunched over his blueberry incense, waiting for the mysteries to be revealed. I'm still waiting,

More Musical Archeology, this gem from Leather-Clad Hooligans, written in 1981, recorded in 1997...

A fifty-year-old song no one cares about. I am a fossil.

Weirdness that soothes, provokes, inspires, makes you ask, "What the hell was that?"

Things didn't just veer off course, they left the planet altogether. Just one more medicinal toke and I'll be ready for the Great Forever. Just one more medicinal toke. Just one more medicinal toke. She left her nuts in my motel window for just one more medicinal toke. Dingleberries drive her right under the bed, and I am magnificently high, rockin' back and forth, lickin' chocolate from my fingers. I don't know how this happened, or why. Just one more medicinal toke. Just one more medicinal toke. She left her nuts in my motel window for just one more medicinal toke. The violets led me to the mushrooms. It was there I found the newt. I'm naked from the neck up. One more medicinal newt. Just one more medicinal newt. Just one more medicinal newt. She left her nuts in my motel window for just one more medicinal newt.

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a glass of wine. We're gonna get neurological tonight and sing a desert auld lang syne. Tomorrow we're movin' on some more, leavin' these 29 palms behind. Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a glass of wine. I see ya found a portal. Happy trails. Happy travels I'll see ya again, unless I already have... I see ya found a portal. Happy trails. Happy travels I'll see ya again, unless I already have... Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a glass of wine. Your love makes me dizzy, unless that's the pot. I'm dizzier still, without even tryin'. Venus is a little further north each evening, perhaps it's a sign. Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a great big glass. I've got a great big glass. I've got a great big glass of wine.

covering the Beatles because I want to. Pffft.

I've got winter in my panties, a cool, refreshing breeze. Aliens have taken my daughter, and my wife can't find her keys. It's always on the bottom, in a bag, in a place time forgot. When yer confused together, yer confused a lot. On the beach, by the lake, where the monkeys play, where the thunder rumbles and the sky is gray, the weather gathers and drifts this way... I'm in repose in neurogenesis. I'm in cahoots with the butterflies. Boxcar Bertha rode the rails, I rode the railroad ties. It feels a bit autumnal, and there's a warbler in the trees. The equinox is tomorrow so I stock up on THCs. On the beach, by the lake, where the monkeys play, where the thunder rumbles and the sky is gray, the weather gathers and drifts this way... "On the Beach, By the Lake, Where the Monkeys Play" Copyright 2017 Gregg M. Pasterick All rights reserved.

F=MA by Singer-Songwriter

I feel my inner primordial ooze in this hot desert sun. Super elastic bubble plastic in this hot desert sun. In this hot desert sun I think I saw Jesus lookin' for water to walk upon in this hot desert sun. I feel my inner reptile stirring in this hot desert sun. Get thee behind me Satan in this hot desert sun. In this hot desert sun I think I saw Jesus lookin' for water to walk upon in this hot desert sun. I'm gonna channel myself into your happy glands. It's the culmination of this moment at last. In this hot desert sun I think I saw Jesus lookin' for water to walk upon in this hot desert sun. My tectonic plates have shifted in this hot desert sun. I stand here at the dawn of time in this hot desert sun.

Harold Budd, Brian Eno and a Djinn walk into a Bar by Singer-Songwriter

...my annual cover of "Witchi Tai To"...

I'm a nekkid pagan hippie - or so it's been assumed - celebratin' Imbolc, and calling down the moon. I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe. I'm a nekkid pagan hippie, I dabble in the Black Arts. My arcane knowledge is vast. Dairy makes me fart. I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe. I'm so high, I can touch the stars. I'm so low, I might be dead. I'm a nekkid pagan hippie. I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe. I'm a nekkid pagan hippie, descended from an ape. I've gotta lungful of marijuana. I'm beginning to dissipate I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe.

...coverin' the Troggs...

...my feeble attempt at this great song...

Laughter is the cause of black holes. It collapses my solar plexus, squeezing me into a singularity, stampeding for the exits. Somebody stood here and did stuff once. Someday that might be me. In the meantime I'm makin' black holes, or maybe they're makin' me. Sittin' beneath the marijuana tree. When the fruit falls I'll discover gravity. In the meantime, there's all this serenity. Om. And then there are the memories, like pressed flowers, still slightly perfumed. They visit me in my waking dreams, and lift me up when I swoon. Sittin' beneath the marijuana tree. When the fruit falls I'll discover gravity. In the meantime, there's all this serenity. Om.

Crooked old women hobble down the street. Weather old men drive pick-up trucks. At this stage of life, I suspect, they just don't give a fuck. I sleep deep and I dream heavy on the Petticoat Junction Express. Thunder rumbles and I dream on, on the Petticoat Junction Express. When there are aliens or dinosaurs involved there are always kids on foot. You'd think by now they would've learned, it's safer just to stay put. I sleep deep and I dream heavy on the Petticoat Junction Express. Thunder rumbles and I dream on, on the Petticoat Junction Express. Venus and Jupiter drift toward conjunction on a sea of darkness and light. I raise my banner to the old Oak King and dance in the deepening night. The full moon rises and I'm afflicted. Grizzly Creek's beginning to crest. Be that as it may a gentle breeze blows on the Petticoat Junction Express.