This song I wrote about 8 months ago but am just getting around to recording… I was very hurried tonight so this was just a quick one. Not like anyone actually listems anyway.
Hmm… maybe I’ll write something about this song later.
Mandolin, guitar, drums
I played the open mike last night at the Shadow Lounge. Nik and the central Plains were the feature act. I love that shit.
Anyway here is todays song. I wish I had more time to work on it but I don’t.
on an unrelated note I decided today that there are at least a billion people in front of me in the “worthy of personal criticism” dole queue. I take pride in that fact.
This is something I was working on earlier this week and decided to finish instead of abandon…
“and open hearts will tear apart from listenin ears who played a part
in bring us to bear their thougts which got us not to cast out lots
for fear we’d fail before we start and dissapoint all those who watch
but we know what we’ve got, it rots if looked over like a watched pot”
This is a fine example of what happens when people with delusions of granduer run into the harsh realities of the world… in this song our protagonist Von Brunswick (see previous song “He’d have a scepter in his hand…“) in his efforts to escape from assasins of the king whome he’d personally insulted, builds a boat which sinks… he’s left struggling to tred water… luckily he gets picked up by a man in a deridgible whome VB tells in a fit of pride “I’m the savior you saved me we’re still not even though.” It’s no suprise that the man in the airship sells VB to some pirates who lock him up in the hull and plan on selling him into slavery… (To Be Continued)
I was just goofing around and this came out… I’d say the feel of this song pretty well captures the feeling of most of my march music… And I’d say the lyrics pretty well capture the human condition. Look out for the robots.
I distinctly remember a time when i was a kid and I was at an Airshow with my parents watching jets do manuevers etc… I was probably around 6 years old… I was walking along behind my parents and accidentally walked into another stream of traffic and was following a totally different family… I mistook this family as my own because they had similar shins and feet as the ones I knew so well… It wasn’t long until I looked up and saw thier faces. Totally unfamiliar faces… the father had red hair and a mustache and the mother had black hair (my parents look like me) I got real worried but luckily my real parents realized that I was lost and found me. This whole ordeal lasted only a few moments but it got me thinking…. what if these weren’t my real parents… what if this isn’t my real life… just some life that I accidentally followed in place of the real one just because it looked similar… Thank God they are my real parents though… they’re awesome… Well anyway that’s what this song is about.
Fellow passive agressives should delight at this song. The title and some of the lyrics have to do with E.A. Poeâ€™s â€œThe Cask of Amontilladoâ€ taking something/someone and bricking them up behind a wall while their drunkâ€¦ But the guilt! I do this with my anger. This is about patience and humblness and silent rage. It at least sounds happy, right?
Burying guns in ground is an often borrowed term from Bob Dylan.Â Gargoyles shaped like Bears is a reference to Gwen’s fondness for bears… Loose lips sink ships… don’t worry mermaids will save the sailormen!
This song was done in two parts… one I recorded on Tuesday and the rest I recorded tonight. The first was rough and took only a few minutes the second part was rough and took several hours! I play just about ever instrument that I have in the second part. There are about 6 distinct melodies going on at one… it’s a bit much for my smallscale 24 bit recording system to handle. But anyway I’m quite pleased and I’m tired as heck and going to bed.