Jae Ordon

I love you for your strength and need you for your weakness

Dreaming of sky, earth, gentle sacrifice and healthy strings..

I can only hope.... ❣️💕💟

Moishtes by Jae Ordon

Heroes In The Dark by Jae Ordon

A instrumental version of a composition about trying to be more in touch with your softer side, whether it be personally, in a relationship or in society..It's about being kinder to yourself and the world, whether you are a man or a woman.

Dear renegade’s - As gentle as the rolling hills, the bramble and the deer, the night it holds hushed secrets meant for only your ears. As fleeting as a truffula tree on paper framed by silk embroidered oak and gold melting in the rain…hey a sneed is a thing that everyone needs, who cares about the majestic truffula trees?

Does Anybody Hear Me appeared after a bad psychedelic experience about 3 1/2 decades ago, same time I recorded Anna Marie. I just recorded it a few months ago and thought I'd post to see whether or not it might b something people like...

Recording was made in 1992, have been to shy to show it to people, but just dumped off the 8 track and thought I'd put it

A healthy computer sais there's something in your hair and you sound like a jazzy Mazy Star. Buttons, levers and electric circuits compliment your deep browns. Borrowing nectar from wasps, don't be one of those smart no heart gents. How'd the tape get tangled on my vintage answering machine? I guess I'll ask the golden twirl who is filled with truisms and yesterdays gone.

Drunk Psychiatrist kissed by the night, commanded by the skin of his teeth-use to be small and couldn't see over the wall, but grew five feet and now can see it all, bearing the kings baby on a lonely mandatory and recreational reversing of disease flip phone...so many commercials...not enough promiscuous hairy roofing over the Grand Canyon.

Beautiful girl in the elevator, bubble gum and hair spray, then into the lobby with smell of baby powder and beer. It’s 5:46 and there ain't no sign of the sun coming up for another hour or two, connections are strange now, people still drunk or rushing off to work, or both, lol....Theater people and suits and the sound of music, last night's noise still coming out of a dirty bar on this snowy cit...

Might I interest you in a bit of day light? There’s a lot of it up here sometimes.. will do my best to get it to you…

Have you ever realized you can't "unexplain" something...it's not even a word in the dictionary..

Pig footed pigeon toed people in the form of Tonka Toy flesh are tearing up there yoga mats..I don't know why.. Bubble gum and hairspray may be the solution. I say you're as pretty as you look in the fine line between home runs and fouls.

Friends with weirdos and socialites

There were the three of us in the room, remember Mike put on the cd and I said you can tell that vocalist has a good heart by the way he articulates, and you just laughed and I said really, what do you know anyway, you married a dagger, Mike turned his head and you told me to grow up, and now the crowd at the bar is smiling at me. There’s this old burnt smell in the air which is reminding me of th...

13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight. He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love. I’ll be the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me. You boug...

I can’t see over the Southhampton hedges, it’s good to be taken seriously, but no more serious then you are, there’s the sound of a festival in the street, see all the skinny people eating ice cream- it sure is heaven when you’re not in hell.

You on the phone hunched over in a sweater..it’s nice to see you on the pottery wheel again, I’ve missed the smell of wet clay, and David believes he has painted The Seine At Argenteuil from scratch- all while I was pondering the fact that sound has shape when suddenly I got pulled over by a firetruck

Dream of today-Dream of tomorrow...

Tune popped out while exploring some lyrical concepts that I had been tossing around for a few years...ideas like what subconscious elements and forces lead one to make certain desperate decisions. What drives me? What values define my actions, etc...

Throwing An Indigo Van Out the Passenger Side Window by Jae Ordon

An Election Of Supremes by Jae Ordon

Bonnie Raitt's Name by Jae Ordon