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The Only Thing (Vocal) |
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Contrary to first impressions, this one is NOT about how tough
it is to be a musician, nor the regrets that some musicians express
when they find out how tough it is. This song is about a guy that
LOVES being a musician - he's just not very good. He wonders why he
does it, but will probably never do anything else.
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Technotic |
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This is a song that is
done in a style sometimes called "techno". I find it hypnotic. Get it?
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I Feel Betrayed (Vocal) |
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Someone asked how
I sound when I'm not tracking pieces, just playing guitar and singing. I
wrote this one to answer that. Of course, I could have just played
ANYBODY'S
tune to illustrate, but it wouldn't be the same. Besides...I like the
lyric. |
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Sleep, Children, Sleep (Vocal) |
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A guy wakes up one day
with god-like
powers. In order to prove this to himself, he kills everyone on the planet
by covering the
sun with his hands. I mean...who wouldn't?. |
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| C'Ora
Mardjii |
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There is a moon called
C'Ora that orbits a planet whose name escapes me. On this moon, they
mine a spice called Mardjii. This is about the time we spent there mining
on a work detail. |
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Dangerous and Precious (Vocal) |
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This was actual advice
I gave to a girl once. A guy I repect told me it sounds like it could be a
Jimmy Webb
song. I take that as a high compliment. The guitar bit at the end just
came to
me. Turned out nicely, you think? |
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Pistol#1 |
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When Pistol screams,
people listen. |
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Eastbound Greyhound |
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A moody piece. A young
girl (that doesn't want to) gets on the first bus leaving town on a gray
day.
I think things go better for her after she arrives at her destination, but
I'm not sure.
Things don't ALWAYS get better, you know. |
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| Dark
Angel Time |
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A Dark Angel came to me
and stole my breath. I thought I would surely die. I awoke later, not sure if I
had dreamed it. |
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The Situation (Vocal) |
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This is
Dark Angel Time...re-done...with vocals. The lyric is about
a guy that gets greedy and gets caught. I left DarkAngel
Time on the site, though, because I like it. |
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Ritmo Rumba (Vocal) |
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Some of us
love the sea more than others. My uncle loved the ea and taught
me to love it as well. He loved it enough for both of us. Our
version of camping when I was a kid was going out on my uncle's
little fishing boat for the weekend. When he died, I wrote this. The very
next day. |
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Rhetoric |
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Me talking to you,
presenting old ideas as if they were new. You are too polite to interrupt. I
will talk your leg off if allowed. |
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Stomp |
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A simple rhythm, a
stomp in B minor. Lo-fi recording. I thought I could somehow leverage my
participation in the lo-fidelity craze of the 90's with this. I didn't. It just
sounds....funny. |
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| Apple
Dreams |
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When my daughter was
little, she would kiss me goodnight and say "apple dreams"
instead of "sweet dreams". I wrote this for her. She and my
grandaughter are both perfect. |
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| Hold
Me |
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This is about being in
love. It makes me want to kiss your neck for hours. |
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| Gypsy
Tune |
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The torment of 10,000
years is captured in a woman's tears. Just so we're clear, this song is NOT
meant to sound like a gypsy song. The lyrics contain the line "I'm just a
Gypsy tune - A flash of light, that's all", indicating one's temporary
nature. |
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Soft |
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Two lovers, spent,
breathing each other's breath. |
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| Big
Hot Hands |
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An abused boy's
memories of his father's brutality. Picture a little boy looking at his
father's HUGE hands with terror as they fall on him. |
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| Change
the Way I Think
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Many times in my life,
this is something I have done too late. I encourage you to help me do
this. |
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Life's Soup |
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Inspired by Dr. B.
Pathos' poem of the same name, this is about the rich mix. |
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| Snow
(sunset mix) |
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This is the essential
primal sound, set against a blazing fireplace and a silent, snowy night.
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Forecast |
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As he reads the paper
at night in silence, a picture of the future forms in his mind. |
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Mental Disease (Vocal) |
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An ode dedicated to
that "funny" feeling some people get after everything they've done comes home
to roost. |
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| Live
Like Fire, Cry Like Rain |
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Dedicated to those who
feel things deeply and are proud of it. |
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| One
Thing (Vocal) |
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Buddhism for
Dummies...just something I wanted to say. |
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