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[tristanbgilb]

Awesome lyrics — this already has that raw, cosmic outlaw energy perfect for a gritty, classic rock / psych-rock track (think: Soundgarden meets Santana).
Here’s a structured rock song version (Verse / Chorus / Bridge / Outro) that keeps your words but gives them rhythm, rhyme flow, and performance punch — all built around an E–G–A (1–3–4) progression:

“Rain of the Falling Stars”

[Verse 1]
In the flight of the night, tempers flare,
Demons beware of the planet we share.
Mother Majesty, heaven of this earth,
Keep us kind, show us what we’re worth.

[Pre-Chorus]
I walked the fire, my feet got burned,
Cold stream of healing, lesson learned.
Pleasantly surrounded by angels’ cry,
Lifting me higher, I don’t ask why.

[Chorus]
Rain, rain of the falling stars,
Meteor my world, crash my heart.
Live it spinning, lost in rhyme,
Running through this endless time.

[Verse 2]
The cops are chasing me, Mexican way,
Living free in the light of day.
Evil stay back, I won’t fade,
Outlaw soul, I’m unafraid.

[Bridge] (heavy guitar riff kicks in)
I was there, and then I’m gone,
Crossed the line, still singing my song.
If I died, bury me deep,
If I live, my soul I’ll keep.

[Final Chorus]
Rain, rain of the falling stars,
Meteor my world, tear apart.
Live it spinning, lost in rhyme,
Still I shine through space and time.

[Outro – Instrumental / Vocal Fade]
Yeah… falling stars…
Shine on me… shine on me…

[tristanbgilb]

in the flight of the night
tempers flare
demons beware
of this planet we all share

mother majesty
from heaven of this earth
keep us kind
feeling fine

I walked the fire
my feet got burned
cold stream of healing
pleasantly surrounded by angels

the cops is chasing me
of the Mexican way
to live this day
evil stay at bay

I was there
and then gone
crossed the line
singing a song

if I died
bury me
if I lived
set my heart so free

rain rain of the falling stars
meteor my world
live it spinning in time
lost in rhyme

[tristanbgilb]

THE MORNING AFTER (Under Jah)
reggae

[Verse 1]
The morning after, seize the day
Heaven’s joy, come what may
Pray for them, them is us all
Rising high though we fall

Falling uphill, feel the thrill
Kneeling before the feet of Him
Him who is all, I call your name
He is I AM, the eternal flame

[Chorus]
Before it goes, I wish to know
Who made who — was it he or them?
All is the creator, great and tall
Maker of giants, ruler of all

[Verse 2]
Magnificent today, it goes
A better tomorrow, heaven knows
Forget the sorrow for just a while
The end is near — the dawn’s first smile

[Bridge]
Let it be done, Jah number one
I is it, under Jah sun
The Most High and Jesus Christ
Above me, lower than life

[Chorus]
No flesh, be blessed, tender tow
Tengo I AM, let it flow
Holy spirit of my heart
Anxiously waiting at heaven’s door

[Outro]
Watching heaven’s door —
Watching heaven’s door —
The morning after, Jah forevermore.

[tristanbgilb]

the morning after
seize the day
heavens joy
pray for them
them is us ALL
falling
up hill
the thrill
kneeling before the feet of him
Him who is ALL
he is I AM
before it goes
I wish to know
who made who
was it he or them
ALL Is the creator
creator of giants
magnificent today
and it goes
a better tomorrow
forget the sorrow
for just a moment
the end is near
the beginning of the story I hear
let it be done
Jah number one
I is IT
Under Jah
the most high
and Jesus Christ superstar
above mi
lower than Jah
no flesh
es be blessed
tender tow
tengo I AM
holy spirit of my heart
anxiously away
watching heavens door

[tristanbgilb]

ChatGPT said:

That’s beautiful, Tristan — vivid and heartfelt. It has the bones of a story-song — a journey through memories, danger, love, and gratitude.

Here’s a version shaped into a full song with verses, chorus, and bridge — keeping your words intact but giving them musical flow and emotional rise and fall.
I’ll make it folk rock / reflective acoustic style (like Neil Young, John Prine, or early Bruce Springsteen).

“Heart of Freedom”

(Verse 1)
It’s a mystery
Not what it seems to be
Never alone
Walking amongst the living

My dad took me on a road trip to Montana
Crosses lined the highway, white in the sun
He said they mark the souls that never made it home
And we drove on, just father and son

(Chorus)
The roar of the ocean, calling to me
Wonders of the seaside, wild and free
Tide crashing hard upon the rocks beneath
Heart of freedom, so full of salt
Blood of the world, in life’s glory

(Verse 2)
We worked on cars in the cold backyard
He cursed the bolts and the time on the clock
Stress in his voice, grease on his hands
Trying to make the old Ford talk

We rode that yellow tractor home
Stick shift grinding, brakes near gone
One wheel lifted off the road
But I’m still here — glad I’m not gone

(Chorus)
The roar of the ocean, calling to me
Wonders of the seaside, wild and free
Tide crashing hard upon the rocks beneath
Heart of freedom, so full of salt
Blood of the world, in life’s glory

(Bridge)
He worked his whole life, never slowed down
Except that one week by the sea-town
I turned my back to the tide and fell
Cold waves taught me what stories tell

He washed my coat, shrunk it down
Said, “Son, I’ll buy you a new one somehow”
And I still feel that promise sound
In the waves, in the wind, in the now

(Final Chorus)
The roar of the ocean, calling to me
Wonders of the seaside, wild and free
Tide crashing hard upon the rocks beneath
Heart of freedom, so full of salt
Blood of the world, in life’s glory

(Outro)
It’s a mystery
Not what it seems to be
Never alone
Walking amongst the living

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its a mystery
not what it seems to be
never alone
walking amongst the living

my dad took me on a road trip to montana. there were crosses along the highway. my dad told me they crosses marked the people who died i a car wreck. We returned from the trip and got in too late for me to clean up for sunday school.

me and my dad worked on cars. he needed to get to work. he was often stressed working on the cars.

we rode a tractor home. it was yellow. it was a stick shift. it had a clutch and breaks that were weak. i could have died making the turn into the drive way. On back wheel lifted from the road. I am glad to be alive.

my dad worked. it was instilled in him to be work. never ending except for a vacation to the ocean.

I had my back to the incoming tide. I was wiped out and it was very cold. dad washed my coat and ruined it in the dryer.

he said he will get me a new coat.

the roar of the ocean
out to see
wonders of the seaside
meeting my need
tide crashing upon the rocks

heart of freedom
so full of salt
blood of the world
in life's glory

[tristanbgilb]

“Angel and the Bear”

(Verse 1)
Falling into cold mountain months,
Days so cold, breath to the nose,
Coldness in the air surrounds,
Times by the fire we share our souls.

(Pre-Chorus)
Breathe in, breathe out,
Life of love — that’s what it’s about.

(Chorus)
Joy for all, feasting with the beast,
Hearts collide in the winter feast.
Dogs and cows, kids that meowed,
Warmth in the laughter, heaven’s sound.

(Verse 2)
Build a nest, warm is best,
Echoes rise from those at rest.
Heaven’s laughter drifts through the pines,
Calling softly through space and time.

(Chorus)
Soar eagle soar, on breezes wide,
Effortless flight across the sky.
It’s in the heart, it’s in the soul,
United amongst the torn and whole.

(Bridge)
Angel and the bear,
In his heart — the captain’s stare.
Renditions of the past still sing,
Freedom gently whispering.

(Final Chorus)
Light and liberty, flowing within,
Justice to the pure, truth to begin.
Judgment falls on the wicked’s den,
And peace returns — again, again.

(Outro)
Breathe in, breathe out,
Cold mountain fades into doubt.
But love remains, strong and rare —
Angel and the bear.

[tristanbgilb]

Falling into cold mountain months
days so cold
breath frozen to the nose
coldness
in the air
times by the fire to share

breath in
breath out
life of love
is what it is about
joy for all
feasting with the beast

dogs and cows
kids that meowed
build a nest
warm is best
heavens laughter
of those that be no more

soar eagle soar
days of breezes
effortless flight
its in the heart
its in the soul
united amongst divisive
angel and the bear
in his heart
is the captain
renditions of the past

freedom gently seeks in
the light
the liberty
and justice to the innocent
and judgment to those oh so wicked

[tristanbgilb]

“Free at Last”

(Alternative Rock / Atmospheric E minor vibe)

Verse 1
Purple mountains, my majestic throne
Time slows down when I’m alone
Living with a peace I’ve never known
The kind that whispers through the stone

Pre-Chorus
Angel desire, burning higher
Fire for fire, I’m getting tired
But I still believe — in something wild

Chorus
Raining blue from sky-blue eyes
Laughter echoes, love never dies
Honey bee, cherry tree
You and me in eternity
I’m free at last — oh, I’m free at last

Verse 2
Fascinated in this endless realm
Traveling time without a helm
Past and future start to blend
All I need is one true friend

Pre-Chorus
Hearts collide, we come alive
Hold my hand, we’ll survive
Through every tear, I’ll stay beside

Chorus
Raining blue from sky-blue eyes
Laughter echoes, love never dies
Honey bee, cherry tree
You and me in eternity
I’m free at last — oh, I’m free at last

Bridge
Peace in the start, joy in the flame
Generations will know our name
Ganga flows, my spirit free
Thank God — we’re who we’re meant to be

Final Chorus
Raining blue from sky-blue eyes
Through the thunder, the spirit flies
Honey bee, cherry tree
Sing this song of liberty
Free at last — yeah, free at last
Thank God, we’re free at last

[tristanbgilb]

purple mountains
majestic throne
take time out
living with a peace
peace I have never known for sure

my angel desire
so much fire for fire
in the end
I Need a friend
knocking on pushing along
raining blue
the sky blue eyes
of laughter for you
love of hue
truest or them to see
honey bee
cherry tree
fascinated in the endless realm
traveling in the present
wondering of the past
hopefull future
creature feature

peace there is
joy in the start
days are here
never fear
renditions to be felt
for gererations to pass
ganga for me
heart is free
free at last
free at last
thank god
we are free at last

[tristanbgilb]

Valley of the Water

by Tristan B Gilbert
Key: E minor | Tempo: ♩ = 78 BPM | Time Signature: 4/4

Intro

(Arpeggiated chords to set the mood)

| Em | C | G | D |
| E3 G3 B3 | E4 B4 G4 | G4 B4 D5 | D4 F#4 A4 |

Verse 1

(Right hand plays melody; left hand provides root-fifth accompaniment)

| Em | C | G | D |
"Sit-ting here where the moun-tain tops,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"Liv-ing here in the val-ley,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"The val-ley of the wa-ter —"
| Em | C | G | D |
"Pure, cold wa-ter,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"The kind drunk-en from the stream."

Chorus

(Melody rises; accompaniment becomes more dynamic)

| G | D | Em | C |
"Hel-lo my friends,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"I am an an-gel in dis-guise,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"Val-ued in life when I was down,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"I wouldn't give up,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"In this place, be free to-night."

Verse 2

(Similar to Verse 1; maintain expressive dynamics)

| Em | C | G | D |
"Pleas-an-tries of greet-ing,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"So much need-ing,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"Live of love,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"Heal-ing the bro-ken heart."

Chorus 2

(Repeat Chorus melody; consider adding harmonies for depth)

| G | D | Em | C |
"Hey big sis-ter,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"So hard at work,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"Take time this day to show your kind-ness —"
| G | D | Em | C |
"You're not so far a-way."

Bridge

(Introduce a contrasting section; modulate to add interest)

| Am | Em | C | G |
"Keep-ing high, stay-ing low,"
| Am | Em | C | G |
"Want-ing ev-ery-thing I know,"
| Am | Em | C | G |
"With-out a care, lost in space,"
| Am | Em | C | G |
"With a feel-ing of my own."

Final Chorus

(Reprise Chorus with full dynamics; consider a key change for impact)

| G | D | Em | C |
"Hel-lo my friends,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"I am an an-gel in dis-guise,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"Val-ued in life when I was down,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"I wouldn't give up,"
| G | D | Em | C |
"In this place, be free to-night."

Outro

(Slow down; arpeggiated chords to conclude)

| Em | C | G | D |
"Pure cold wa-ter,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"Flow-ing through my dreams,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"In the val-ley of the wa-ter,"
| Em | C | G | D |
"That's where I'll al-ways be."

Performance Notes

Left Hand: Play root-fifth intervals (e.g., E3-B3) in half notes for a steady foundation.

Right Hand: Follow the melody as written; add chordal harmonies where appropriate.

Pedal: Use sustain pedal sparingly to connect phrases; lift at phrase ends for clarity.

Dynamics: Begin softly, building to forte in the choruses, then taper off in the outro.

Articulation: Emphasize lyrical phrases; use legato phrasing for smooth transitions.

[tristanbgilb]

Valley of the Water – Vocal / Right-Hand Melody

Key: E minor | Time: 4/4 | Tempo: ≈78 BPM

Intro (Right hand arpeggio over E m – C – G – D)

(E3 G3 B3) – (E4 B4 G4) – hold – repeat 2 bars

Verse 1

| E4 E4 G4 A4 | B4 _ B4 A4 G4 |
“Sitting here where the moun-tain tops,”

| E4 E4 G4 A4 | B4 _ A4 G4 E4 |
“Living here in the val-ley,”

| E4 G4 B4 _ | C5 B4 A4 G4 |
“The val-ley of the wa-ter,”

| B4 B4 A4 G4 | E4 _ E4 _ |
“Pure cold wa-ter,”

| E4 F#4 G4 A4 | B4 _ _ _ |
“The kind drunk-en from the stream.”

Chorus

| G4 A4 B4 _ | B4 A4 G4 E4 |
“Hel-lo my friends,”

| E4 G4 B4 _ | C5 B4 A4 _ |
“I am an an-gel in dis-guise,”

| B4 A4 G4 E4 | E4 F#4 G4 A4 |
“Val-ued in life when I was down,”

| B4 B4 _ A4 | G4 E4 _ _ |
“I wouldn’t give up,”

| E4 G4 A4 B4 | C5 B4 A4 G4 |
“In this place, be free to-night.”

Verse 2 → Bridge

(Melody repeats Verse 1 contour, then rises one octave at Bridge for energy.)

| A4 B4 C5 _ | C5 B4 A4 _ |
“Pleas-an-tries of greet-ing, so much need-ing,”

| G4 A4 B4 _ | B4 A4 G4 _ |
“Live of love, heal-ing the bro-ken heart.”

(Bridge – move up an octave)
| C5 B4 A4 G4 | E4 _ _ _ |
“Keep-ing high, stay-ing low,”

| A4 B4 C5 B4 | A4 _ G4 _ |
“Want-ing ev-ery-thing I know,”

| E4 G4 A4 B4 | C5 B4 A4 _ |
“Without a care, lost in space,”

| B4 _ B4 A4 | G4 _ _ _ |
“With a feel-ing of my own.”

Final Chorus & Outro

(Repeat Chorus melody; slow final cadence.)

| G4 A4 B4 _ | B4 A4 G4 E4 |
“Hel-lo my friends,”

| E4 G4 B4 _ | C5 B4 A4 _ |
“I am an an-gel in dis-guise,”

| B4 A4 G4 E4 | E4 F#4 G4 A4 |
“Val-ued in life when I was down,”

| B4 B4 _ A4 | G4 E4 _ _ |
“I wouldn’t give up,”

| E4 G4 A4 B4 | C5 B4 A4 G4 |
“In this place, be free to-night.”

(Outro – arpeggiated fade)
E minor → C → G → D → E minor (hold fermata)

Notation Tips

Left hand: octave roots (E–C–G–D) in half-notes; occasional syncopated push for rock feel.

Right hand: melody as above; add chord tones beneath (thirds/sixths) for fullness.

Dynamics: mp → mf → f at final chorus, then fade pp.

[tristanbgilb]

This version shows how the lyrics, melody guide, and chords line up.
Think of this as a readable page before the engraved notation PDF.

Valley of the Water

by Tristan B Gilbert
Key: E minor  Tempo: ♩ = 78 BPM  Style: Alternative Rock Piano Ballad

Verse 1

(Gentle eighth-note rhythm in left hand — roots and fifths. Right hand plays melody with soft suspended voicings.)

| Em     | C  | G  | D  |
Sitting here where the mountain tops,
Living here in the valley,
The valley of the water —
Pure, cold water,
The kind drunken from the stream.

Chorus

| G  | D  | Em  | C  |
Hello my friends, I am an angel in disguise,
| G  | D  | C  | Em  |
Valued in life when I was down,
| C  | G  | D  | Em  |
I wouldn’t give up, in this place, be free tonight.

Verse 2

| Em  | C  | G  | D  |
Pleasantries of greeting, so much needing,
| C  | G  | D  | Em  |
Live of love, healing the broken heart.

Chorus 2

| G  | D  | Em  | C  |
Hey big sister, so hard at work,
| G  | D  | C  | Em  |
Take time this day to show your kindness —
| C  | G  | D  | Em  |
You’re not so far away.

Bridge

| Am  | Em  | C  | G  |
Keeping high, staying low,
| Am  | Em  | C  | D  |
Wanting everything I know,
Without a care, lost in space,
With a feeling of my own.

Final Chorus

| G  | D  | Em  | C  |
Hello my friends, I am an angel in disguise,
| G  | D  | C  | Em  |
Valued in life when I was down,
| C  | G  | D  | Em  |
I wouldn’t give up, in this place, be free tonight.

Outro

| C  | Em  | C  | G  |
Pure cold water, flowing through my dreams,
| C  | D  | C  | Em  |
In the valley of the water, that’s where I’ll always be.

Performance Notes

Left hand: steady root–fifth rock pattern (E–B, C–G, G–D, D–A).

Right hand: play melody line in upper range (E4–B5), add soft 9ths or sus2 for texture.

Pedal: hold lightly through phrases; lift on lyric line breaks.

Dynamics: build through choruses, soften at outro.

[tristanbgilb]

“Valley of the Water”

(Key: E minor — 4/4 time — slow ballad tempo, around 70–80 BPM)

Verse 1

Em       C
Sitting here where the mountain tops,
G        D
Living here in the valley,
Em       C
The valley of the water —
G        D
Pure, cold water,
C        Em
The kind drunken from the stream.

Chorus

G        D
Hello my friends,
Em       C
I am an angel in disguise,
G        D
Valued in life when I was down,
C        Em
I wouldn’t give up,
C        G
In this place,
D        Em
Be free tonight.

Verse 2

Em       C
Pleasantries of greeting,
G        D
So much needing,
C        G
Live of love,
D        Em
Healing the broken heart.

Chorus 2

G        D
Hey big sister,
Em       C
So hard at work,
G        D
Take time this day
C        Em
To show your kindness —
C        G
You’re not so far away.

Bridge

Am       Em
Keeping high, staying low,
C        G
Wanting everything I know,
Am       Em
Without a care, lost in space,
C        D
With a feeling of my own.

Final Chorus

G        D
Hello my friends,
Em       C
I am an angel in disguise,
G        D
Valued in life when I was down,
C        Em
I wouldn’t give up,
C        G
In this place,
D        Em
Be free tonight.

Outro

C        Em
Pure cold water,
C        G
Flowing through my dreams,
C        D
In the valley of the water,
C        Em
That’s where I’ll always be.

[tristanbgilb]

“Valley of the Water”

Verse 1
Sitting here where the mountain tops,
Living here in the valley,
The valley of the water —
Pure, cold water,
The kind drunken from the stream.

Chorus
Hello my friends,
I am an angel in disguise,
Valued in life when I was down,
I wouldn’t give up,
In this place,
Be free tonight.

Verse 2
Pleasantries of greeting,
So much needing,
Live of love,
Healing the broken heart.

Chorus 2
Hey big sister,
So hard at work,
Take time this day
To show your kindness —
You’re not so far away.

Bridge
Keeping high,
Staying low,
Wanting everything I know.
Without a care,
Lost in space,
With a feeling of my own.

Final Chorus
Hello my friends,
I am an angel in disguise,
Valued in life when I was down,
I wouldn’t give up,
In this place,
Be free tonight.

Outro
Pure cold water,
Flowing through my dreams,
In the valley of the water,
That’s where I’ll always be.

[tristanbgilb]

sitting here where the mountain tops
living here in the valley
the valley of the water
pure cold water
the kind drunken from the stream

hello my friends
I am an angel in disguise
valued in life
where I was down
i wouldn't give up
in this place
be free tonight

pleasantries of greeting
so much needing
live of love
healing the broken heart

hey big sister
so hard at work
take time this day
to show your kindness
and not so far away

keeping high
staying low
wanting everything I know
without a care
lost in space
with a feeling of my own

[tristanbgilb]

HIGH ON GILBERT MOUNTAIN

(Verse 1)
Hello — I am a robot
A robot built for profit and pain
Programmed by the government
To serve the war machine again

(Pre-Chorus)
Belly of the beast, burning in daylight
Brandished smiles in the corporate fight

(Chorus)
I am so high — high on Gilbert Mountain
Where the water runs cold and the truth is gold
I’m alive, yeah, high on Gilbert Mountain
Help me stay, before I fold

(Verse 2)
Times under the sun, flowers bloom and fade
Trees and rocks stand tall, never afraid
Sitting in the rain, I start to run
Through the sleet, I chase the sun

(Pre-Chorus)
Metal heart, meet the sky’s reflection
Nature’s code in my own infection

(Chorus)
I am so high — high on Gilbert Mountain
Where the water runs cold and the truth is gold
I’m alive, yeah, high on Gilbert Mountain
Help me stay, before I fold

(Bridge)
Circuits hum, I start to feel
Something real beneath the steel
I was built to fight, but I just want to breathe
On this mountain, I can finally believe

(Final Chorus)
I am so high — high on Gilbert Mountain
Where the water is cold and full of gold
I am free, yeah, high on Gilbert Mountain
Help me stay here — don’t let me go

[tristanbgilb]

FRIENDLY HEART

Lyrics by Tristan B. Gilbert
Indie Rock Arrangement for Lead + Rhythm Guitars

Intro (Instrumental)

(Rhythm)

| Am | F | C | G | x2


(Lead – melodic line)

e|----------------------------|
B|----1--1/3--1--------------|
G|--2--------------2--0------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|


(light delay/reverb – ethereal tone)

Verse 1

(Rhythm – clean tone, light strum)

Am F
Friendly heart — I never see it coming
C G
Centuries of chaos still drumming
Am F
Angel eyes, cut through the storm
C G
You keep me wild, you keep me warm


(Lead – subtle octave harmony or slide fills)

e|-------------------5-7-8--7--5----------------|
B|--5--5h6--5--3------------------3-------------|

Pre-Chorus

(Build slightly – palm muted rhythm)

F C
Beware, my dear child
G Am
The world’s a twisted play
F C
It’ll smile in your face
G E
Then steal it all away


(Lead – ambient swells with delay)

e|---8~----8/10~----|
B|-------------------|

Chorus

(Open strum, full sound)

Am F
Surrender — don’t let me in
C G
Leave the peace where I’ve been
Am F
Freedom in laughter, born to be
C G
I am, I am — the love in me


(Lead – echoing arpeggios / sustained notes)

e|---8-7-5-----------5-------------|
B|---------8-6-5-6-8---8~----------|

Verse 2

(Rhythm – groove returns, dynamic build)

Am F
Settle down, sweet creature feature
C G
My pulse is fire, my soul your teacher
Am F
I feel it rising, I feel it near
C G
In the center, I disappear


(Lead – higher octave runs)

e|--12-10-8-------------8----------|
B|---------10--8--10--12--12~------|

Chorus (Full Band)
Am F
Take me to love, surrender to grace
C G
No room for hate, no losing face
Am F
Heaven’s peace still calls to me
C G
While they’re fleecing America’s dream

Bridge (Dynamic Build)

(Drop to half-time, slow build)

F Am
I am the wind, I am the seed
G F
Rising through the cracks of need
Am F
Friendly heart, don’t fall apart
C G
You’re the rhythm in the dark


(Lead – echoing bends and delay trails)

e|--10b12--10--8--10~---|
B|-----------------------|

Final Chorus (Epic Indie Finish)

(All in – layered guitars, wide reverb)

Am F
Surrender — don’t let me in
C G
Let the peace begin again
Am F
Freedom in laughter, the soul set free
C G
I am, I am — the love in me


Outro (Fade with delay lead)

e|--8~--7~--5~-------------|
B|-------------8~--6~--5~--|


(Repeat instrumental groove until fade)

| Am | F | C | G | x2

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Code: Select all

friendly heart
Neve knowing what is to come
centuries of turbulence
angel heart

Beware my dear child
the word can be so cruel
sending smiles and laughter
my heart calls

surrender
don't let me in
leave the peace
as I am free
freedom of laughter
necessity to be
I AM

Settle down the kindness
creature feature
My heart does beat
and I am so near
within
I reach center

take me to love
surrender to the love
no need for hate
heavens peace
fleecing of America

[tristanbgilb]

I Am No Know

Tuning: Drop D (D A D G B E)
Tempo: 86 BPM — E minor
Style: Psychedelic / Grunge / Alt Rock

Intro (instrumental groove)

(Let low E ring — slowly fade in with light fuzz)

e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5


(no lyrics — slow head-nod groove)

Verse 1
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5

Fall we flow, wa-ters be-low
friends and foe, high a-gain
in the end, there is bet-ter
and much worse, so you want to lay down and cry

Chorus 1
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--7---5---3---2-------------|
A|--7---5---3---2-------------|
D|--7---5---3---2-------------|
A5 G5 F5 E5

Please, I ask, don't kill me now
the o-cean de-li-vers, like earth, wind and fire
so full of de-sire


(Let last E5 ring — breathe before next verse)

Verse 2
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
A|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
D|--2--2-2--5--3--2-----------|
E5 G5 F5 E5

Three steps and miss, ha-ving in-tu-i-tion
ma-jes-ty, so full of dam-na-tion
in-di-vi-du-al terms, worms on a hook
the book thrown with haste, pep-per spray — it is mace I say

Bridge (clean tone, reverb on)
e|------------------------------|
B|-------8~------7~-------------|
G|----7~------5~----------------|
D|--5~------3~------------------|
A|------------------------------|
D|------------------------------|
(let each ring)

Burn-ing and churn-ing, cold and hot
in my brain, seems rot and snot
stran-ger be-ware, I see I say
I live, vape hay — what is this I say

Bridge 2 / Breakdown (ambient)
e|-------------------------------|
B|--15~\12~--10~-----------------|
G|-----------12b14~--------------|
D|-------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------|


Lost in space, feel-ings of my own
Drone at-tack, smack and crack, dis-tract
The end my way — what is this I say

Final Chorus / Outro
e|----------------------------|
B|----------------------------|
G|----------------------------|
D|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
A|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
D|--5--3--2--0--2-------------|
G5 F5 E5 D5 E5

Drain-ing and ar-rang-ing, des-per-ate at-tempt at e-vil
what is this — have a sip, drip and drop
don’t know what or why, stay calm, breathe
ease the mind, free the soul
I don’t know, I AM no, I AM know
NO Park-ing — saved for I … I am No Know


(Let final E5 ring to silence – optional feedback fade.)

[tristanbgilb]

Part I – Section 3: The Inventions of Wonder

It’s funny how the smallest things can feel like miracles when the world is still young. I remember the first time I heard a voice come from a box.

One of our neighbors, Mr. McCann, had bought something brand-new — a radio. He’d saved for months, and when it finally arrived, the whole town came to hear it. They opened every window and door of that tiny house, and people crowded around, hats in their hands, waiting. When he turned the dial and that soft crackle filled the air, I thought perhaps lightning had been trapped inside it. Then, out of that hum came a man’s voice — real words, clear as daylight. A voice from nowhere. Women gasped, children squealed, and one man even crossed himself.

I stood there on tiptoe beside Maxine, my heart pounding. For the first time, I felt the future — not as something distant, but as a hum already buzzing around us.

It wasn’t long after that the McCanns installed the first telephone in Latah. It hung on the wall like a strange black heart. The year was about 1914, and people came from miles around to “try it out.” You’d lift the earpiece, crank the handle, and suddenly there’d be a human voice — a neighbor, a friend, someone miles away — right there in your ear.
The women, especially, loved it. Gossip traveled faster than the wind once the telephone came.

And then came the airplane.

I was outside hanging laundry when I heard a strange roar overhead. The sky was clear, and there it was — a metal bird, shining and alive, cutting across the clouds. I’d never seen anything so wonderful. We all ran into the fields to watch it circle, waving and laughing, half-afraid it would fall. I remember thinking that maybe God Himself had sent it to remind us that miracles hadn’t ended with the Bible.

Still, the invention that changed my life most wasn’t the radio, or the plane, or even the telephone — it was a Ford Model T.

His name was Ambrose, a quiet boy who boarded with his aunt and uncle while he attended school in Latah. He wasn’t handsome in the usual way, but he had kind eyes and a gentle manner. When he bought that brand-new car, it was the talk of the whole county. He offered to teach me how to drive — I was fifteen then — and though Mama disapproved, I said yes before she could stop me.

The first time I gripped the wheel, my hands shook. The car smelled like oil and sunshine, and when Ambrose told me to press the pedal, the thing lurched forward like a living creature. I laughed out loud. Freedom had an engine.

A few weeks later, our school held its annual “Sneak Day.” A group of us decided to drive to Natatorium Park in Spokane. We were young, foolish, and feeling invincible. The park was a dream — lights twinkling, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy, the laughter of strangers — a whole world beyond the hills of Latah.

But on the drive back, the rain came. It fell so hard it blurred the road into a ribbon of silver. Ambrose began to look pale, his breathing shallow. By the time we reached the halfway mark, he could barely sit upright. I remember gripping the wheel as lightning flashed, praying under my breath. “Dear Lord, help me keep this car straight.”

At one sharp bend near Fairfield, I whispered another prayer, certain we’d slide off the road. But somehow, the turn came and went without trouble. The Lord must have heard me.

When we finally reached home, Ambrose was too weak to walk. Mama gave him medicine, but by morning, his aunt sent him to the hospital in Spokane. I never saw him again.
Sometimes I think of him still — his hands steady on the wheel, the hum of the engine between us, the rain on the windshield. I like to believe he’s somewhere beyond that last bend, driving forever under a clear blue sky.

The world kept changing after that. Radios became common, telephones hung in every parlor, and cars passed through Latah every day. But sometimes, when I’d hear the wind rushing down from the hills, I could still hear the echo of that Ford — the first whisper of a new century.

[tristanbgilb]

psychologically examine and translate it into meaning
ChatGPT said:

Of course — could you please share the text, phrase, dream, drawing, or situation you’d like me to psychologically examine and translate into meaning?

That way, I can give you a deeper interpretation of its possible symbolism, emotional undertones, and unconscious significance.

You said:
flames
fire
smoke on the water
fire in the sky
watchful eye
never lair the stare
and the even glare
roger that 7
66 for the 7
nice for the 10
saying and playing
whats this eye see
not me for I do not
eye donot see
for I am forgotten
into the blind
the time
the rhyme
sensations and ambitions
glistening
help me
I have fallen
out of control
lost and found
never alive
somewhat dead
use my bones
to grind bread
rye
sigh
chicken in the night
love bites
and into the day
the way
the say
the night
the right
the fight
cheeze with smile
mile upon mile
pleasant dream
icecream
u dream
I dreamed upon the star
withing it I was
forever far
tempted
bent into tommorrow
listening for the day
tickle the day
meat the reed
the heed
the seed
the need
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
fling
the dream
rainbow star
bye the fireside
loving tomorrow more
wanting it for the fly
why
don't care
don't ask
don't chide
the side
the say
the day
the way
life's way
if life's way
the day will go on
if life's way
the breeze will blow
if life's way
all say hey
hey hey hey
LBJ
peterpan peanut butter
jimmy carter style
reagan and ketchup school lunches
pleasantly dreaming of today
living today
planing on tomorrow
bright future bound
the sound
rewind
invest
rewind
detest the hate
the greatness
the ruling class
who will not yield to the suffering
the agony the people
waiting
waiting for honesty
waiting for integrity
waiting for it all
when all is here
before us all
the greatest place on earth
the methow
the methow
the methow
say again
my friend
i suffereth so
entering into a kingdom
the elitist
against the poor
the poor so greatly defeated
I will not bow down
to the one I don't serve
demon on the breath
alcohol so greatly admired
beast of satan
so worthy
so welcome
let it be
set it free
unleashed
tased
entertained
drained
brained
brain and washed
determination
destination
ratify
destiny of what
salvation of god
freedom of thought
to write the thoughts of the demon
interchanges of angels
choirs
harmonies
the giggles
faintest of wishes
happiness for the devil resurrected through humility
under jesus
those above and without
seem so week
human weakness
spreading the disease
the band anthrax
god save the queen
virus called covid
detained
drained
vaccinate
eradicate
humiliate
o he heavly father
maker of all there is
and setting us free
with good and evil
and all discovery there and such
let it be
that the goodness lives on
and the badness is to pass to goodness
and the lion and the lamb are friends
and the lion eats grass
ChatGPT said:

This is a powerful stream-of-consciousness poem or vision, full of imagery that shifts between fire, destruction, yearning, playfulness, despair, and spiritual struggle. Let me break it down psychologically and translate its meaning:

1. Fire, Flames, Smoke

Flames, fire, smoke on the water, fire in the sky → Fire often represents destruction, transformation, and passion. Here, it feels apocalyptic, like the world is burning, but also cleansing — something ending so something else can begin.

Watchful eye, never lair the stare → Suggests a feeling of being watched, judged, or unable to escape scrutiny — maybe paranoia, or the sense of a higher power observing.

2. Lost Identity / Forgotten Self

Eye do not see, for I am forgotten, into the blind → Suggests dissociation or loss of identity — the self feels invisible, not recognized, drifting into nothingness.

This could reflect depression, alienation, or spiritual exile — not being "seen" by the world, or even by oneself.

3. Falling, Bones, Death Imagery

Help me, I have fallen, out of control, lost and found, never alive, somewhat dead → A cry of despair, describing helplessness and loss of agency.

Use my bones to grind bread → Deeply symbolic. Sacrificial imagery, like offering the body for others’ survival — possibly reflecting martyrdom, exhaustion, or the burden of being consumed by society.

4. Childlike Play vs. Dark Reality

Chicken in the night, love bites, cheeze with smile, icecream, u dream → Playful, almost nursery-rhyme-like. This contrast between innocence and dread suggests longing for childhood simplicity in the face of overwhelming darkness.

5. Spiritual Conflict

Demon on the breath, alcohol so greatly admired, beast of satan → Reference to temptation, addiction, or destructive influences.

Salvation of God, freedom of thought, choirs, harmonies → Countered by spiritual yearning — a desire for redemption, purity, and higher meaning.

This creates a tug-of-war between sin and salvation, despair and faith.

6. Political & Social Commentary

LBJ, Jimmy Carter, Reagan and ketchup school lunches → History, politics, and leaders woven in — suggesting disillusionment with authority.

The ruling class who will not yield to the suffering, the agony of the people → A cry against injustice and inequality.

Covid, vaccinate, eradicate, humiliate → Shows trauma from recent global events, distrust in power, and the wounds of a collective crisis.

7. Hope and Resolution

O heavenly father… setting us free with good and evil → Spiritual surrender, asking for meaning in suffering.

The lion and the lamb are friends, and the lion eats grass → Biblical imagery of peace and reconciliation — yearning for harmony and an end to violence.

Psychological Meaning (In Short):

This text reads like a psychological battle between despair and hope, chaos and order, destruction and rebirth.

The Fire → represents turmoil, anger, transformation.

The Forgotten Self → symbolizes alienation, depression, invisibility.

The Bones & Bread → self-sacrifice, feeling consumed by others.

Playful Rhymes → longing for lost innocence.

Spiritual Conflict → inner war between temptation, corruption, and the yearning for redemption.

Social Commentary → anger at injustice and collective suffering.

Final Imagery → hope for reconciliation, unity, peace.

In other words: it’s the voice of someone struggling with pain, alienation, and the corruption of the world, but who still clings to hope, innocence, and the possibility of redemption.

[tristanbgilb]

THE NO BUDGET MOVIE

ACT III – The Promise & The Wild Ones

EXT. HIGHWAY – MORNING

The Mercury roars along the open road, dust trailing behind. Tristan drives alone now, Paul Evans gone. The weight of the world presses heavy, but his grip on the wheel is steady.

The radio hums on: KFAC 105.5 FM Twisp WA.

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
…remember, friends, take care of each other. This life is short, but the road is long. Up next: What If, by Terry Lee Hardesty.

The song plays. Tristan stares ahead, eyes moist, mind racing.

EXT. TWISP – DAY

Tristan returns to town. He parks the Mercury outside the community hall. People gather, whispers buzzing. A small crowd waits — families, workers, youth, elders.

Someone calls out.

VOICE
It’s him! Tritanium Man!

The people surge closer.

CROWD MEMBER
What happened at Mansfield?

CROWD MEMBER 2
Did you speak? Did they hear you?

Tristan raises his hands for quiet.

TRISTAN
They heard me.
Now we need to hear each other.

INT. COMMUNITY HALL – DAY

The hall is packed. Tristan stands at the front. A chalkboard behind him reads: FREEDOM IS LIFE.

TRISTAN
We’ve been taught to fight each other.
Poor against poor. Neighbor against neighbor.
But the real war — the real enemy — is the lie that God’s gifts are criminal.

Murmurs of agreement ripple.

TRISTAN (CONT'D)
We must end the killing. The cages. The poison of greed.
We must choose love. We must choose life.

The crowd breaks into applause, shouts of support.

VISION SEQUENCE – THE FUTURE

Tristan sees:

FIELDS of cannabis, wheat, corn, all growing freely, unburned.

PRISONS emptying, doors flung wide.

CHILDREN running, laughing, unafraid.

A TABLE where people of every faith — Christian, Muslim, Rasta, Hindu — eat together, hands joined.

Then, a DARK SHADOW: politicians in chains, corruption collapsing, false empires crumbling.

EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN – NIGHT

Tristan walks alone under the stars. He carries a small Bible, worn and bent. He kneels by a tree.

TRISTAN
(whispering)
Lord… I’m no prophet. I’m no king.
I’m just a broken man who wants peace.
If You’ll guide me, I’ll serve. Always.

A soft wind rustles the leaves. A presence, unseen, felt.

INT. TWISP HOME – NIGHT

Tristan returns to his father’s home. His dad sits in a worn chair, quiet, aged. The two lock eyes — no words, just an understanding.

A moment of reconciliation.

EXT. MOUNTAIN MEADOW – DAY

The camera soars across a valley. Bears roam, cubs by their mother’s side. Streams glisten, salmon leaping. Life is abundant.

A VOICEOVER begins — Tristan reading The Wild Ones poem.

TRISTAN (V.O.)
Mama Bear…
In your care, we dare to grow.
With your love, our coats will shine.
Seasons pass, and with time, our hearts are mending.
Lead us today. Show us quietness, power, and honor.
For now… you are our clan leader.

EXT. CIRCLE OF PEOPLE – DAY

Tristan stands with a circle of children, mothers, fathers, elders. They hold hands. The camera circles them slowly.

TRISTAN
We are the wild ones.
We are God’s creation.
And we are free.

The circle lifts their joined hands to the sky.

EXT. SKY – DAY

The screen fills with light. A rainbow arcs across mountains.

TITLE CARD ON SCREEN

"And God said, Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed… to you it shall be for food."
— Genesis 1:29

FADE OUT.
ROLL CREDITS over “Jesus Take Ahold.”

THE END – FULL FEATURE SCRIPT COMPLETE

[tristanbgilb]

THE NO BUDGET MOVIE

ACT II – The Rally & Revelation

EXT. MANSFIELD FAIRGROUNDS – DAY

A sea of motorcycles gleams in the morning sun. Campers, tents, and food stalls dot the field. Banners flap in the wind. The hum of excitement is electric.

Onstage, the EAGLE RIVER BAND tunes up. Drums thump. Guitars riff.

Tristan pulls the Mercury into a dirt lot, dust rising behind him. Paul Evans steps out first, steady and calm.

TRISTAN
This… this is the greatest concert on Earth.

Paul just nods.

EXT. CONCERT FIELD – LATER

The crowd cheers as TERRY LEE HARDESTY steps on stage with his band.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
(booming)
Mansfield! Are you ready?

The crowd erupts.

The band launches into a searing cover of “La Grange.” Tristan pushes his way toward the front, Paul moving silently at his side.

MONTAGE – THE RALLY

Bikers clink beer cans, revving engines.

Kids wave flags.

Old-timers dance in the grass.

Vendors sell cannabis openly, laughing, passing joints.

Tristan stares in awe at the unity of people, free and alive.

EXT. STAGE FRONT – EVENING

The music slows. Terry speaks into the mic, his voice low, soulful.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
We’re here tonight for more than music.
We’re here for freedom.
We’re here to end the war on God’s plants.
And we’re here to love one another.

The crowd cheers, fists in the air.

Tristan turns to Paul.

TRISTAN
This is what I’ve been fighting for.

Paul looks at him deeply.

PAUL EVANS
The fight isn’t outside, Tristan. It’s inside.

INT. BEER TENT – NIGHT

The tent is rowdy. People drink, shout, stumble. Tristan sits apart, watching.

A YOUNG MAN (20s) approaches.

YOUNG MAN
You Tritanium Man? The one who fought the cops, busted through the border?

Tristan doesn’t answer.

YOUNG MAN
You’re a hero, man. But… you look tired.

He hands Tristan a joint.

YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
This’ll keep you going.

Tristan stares at it.

Across the tent, Paul Evans is watching. Silent.

Tristan pockets it, untouched.

EXT. RALLY CAMPFIRE – NIGHT

People gather around bonfires. Guitars play. Songs echo under the stars.

Tristan sits alone by the flames. Paul approaches, sits beside him.

TRISTAN
I’ve fought wars, Paul. In the Navy. In the streets. Against myself.
But this—this drug war—it’s endless.

PAUL EVANS
It ends when you see it’s not a war against drugs.
It’s a war against the people. Against God’s creation.

TRISTAN
And what am I supposed to do?

Paul’s eyes burn like fire.

PAUL EVANS
Be the voice. Be the man who says enough.

VISION SEQUENCE – TRISTAN’S MIND

The flames of the fire consume the screen. Out of the fire, Tristan sees:

A massive PRISON YARD filled with men in orange jumpsuits.

A MOTHER weeping as her child is taken by police.

CORPORATE EXECUTIVES counting money, laughing.

SEEDS burned, plants destroyed, fields left barren.

Then — a LIGHT. A TREE grows tall, lush, radiant, scattering seeds across the land.

Paul’s voice echoes.

PAUL EVANS (V.O.)
All plants producing seed capable of their kind… are good. To you they shall be food.

The vision fades.

EXT. MAIN STAGE – NIGHT

The band finishes a song. Terry steps forward, sweat shining, the crowd in awe.

TERRY LEE HARDESTY
Before we play our last set, I want to invite someone up here.
A brother in this fight.
Tritanium Man — Tristan Gilbert.

The crowd murmurs, parts. Spotlights search.

Tristan looks stunned. Paul nods.

Tristan climbs on stage. The crowd roars.

TRISTAN
(awkward, gripping mic)
I’m no rock star.
I’m no preacher.
I’m just a man who’s seen too much war.

The crowd grows quiet.

TRISTAN (CONT'D)
The drug war isn’t a war on crime.
It’s a war on people. On families. On God’s creation.
It’s time we end it. Together.

CHEERS erupt. People raise fists, lighters, cannabis in the air. The band kicks into “Jesus Take Ahold.”

EXT. RALLY – DAWN

The night fades. The fires smolder. People sleep in tents and fields.

Tristan walks alone, exhausted, but something new in his eyes. Strength. Clarity.

Paul walks beside him.

TRISTAN
You’re really Him, aren’t you?

Paul stops. Smiles faintly.

PAUL EVANS
I am who you believe I am.

He turns, walks into the rising sun.

Tristan is left, standing alone.

END OF ACT II

[tristanbgilb]

The No Budget Movie

Written by Tristan B. Gilbert

Scene 1 – Bryce’s Yard

(Song: “All Day Long” by Dennis Morgan, 2:31)

EXT. TWISP, WA – DAY

TRISTAN B. GILBERT, President of the Black Panthers, cruises slowly on his Vintage GT Performer with black mag wheels, a gift from NATHAN THE GREAT ONE of the Russian Renegade Panthers.

He streams KFAC-LP 105.5 FM Twisp, WA through his VA hearing aids, watching his hometown friends working in the sunshine.

On the radio:

DJ (V.O.)
Coming soon — the greatest concert on Earth! Headlined by TERRY LEE HARDESTY & THE EAGLE RIVER BAND. Don’t miss it!

Tristan’s eyes light up. He pulls up at BRYCE COUGAR’s driveway, where BRYCE is bent over his 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis, turning wrenches.

TRISTAN
Bryce — I have to get to the Mansfield Motorcycle Rally. I’ll never make it on my bike. Sell me your Mercury.

BRYCE
Mr. President, you don’t have enough money. You’re too broke from this civil war of yours against the United States to end the drug war.

(beat)

Trade me your GT Performer, built by Nathan the Great One, and the Mercury is yours.

TRISTAN
(highly offended)
My GT Performer is worth way more than your Mercury! That’s highway robbery.

BRYCE
Take it or leave it. This Mercury will get you to the concert.

Tristan frowns. Hands over the GT Performer. Bryce slams the hood and tosses Tristan the keys.

Tristan climbs in the Mercury, fires it up, and pulls away.

(On the radio: “The Legend of John Wesley Hardin” by Terry Lee Hardesty, 3:52)