Category: Song-a-Day 2021
Now I know you walk beside me
Now I know you walk beside me / invocation of the ancestors
I really like this song. Sometimes you write a song and never feel the urge to keep playing it but this one is not like that.
The clown we’re going to run out of town
All I can see is a smokin’ hole
an’ I can only see that
cause all the shit you stole
You’re gonna have to move out and take the sign down
Too bad that all of your friends get paid to stick around
You’re the clown
we’re gonna run out of town x2
Shoulda listened to Sarah* in 2016
she was right on the money
and her instincts were keen
Think of the world of hurt you could have saved
the way you came to power
was obscene and depraved
You’re the clown
we’re gonna run out of town x2
written December 2020, more verses probably coming, hoping I recorded this on January 4th lol.
*Sarah Kendzior, who predicted 85% of what 45 would do in office years before he did it, and is still among the top ten political commentators in English in the US (please subscribe to Gaslit Nation if you can or donate to her Patreon.) AND SHE’S SO YOUNG! she’s only 42, with a young family…. and yes, I’m combining song of the day with Follow Friday.
Back when I had Garageband
I remember going to Wreck Beach on a Tuesday, and that’s the mood it put me in.
Deadwood Filk
I wrote another Deadwood filk, Load On, but I’ll post that one later
Zero G aka the bed
recording sesh
Recorded ten songs – archival quality, if I was doing it nicey nice it would be 4 – with Anthony at 12th St Sound this morning. I’ve preposted some already.
Had a fantastic time, will definitely go back.
Katie’s going great guns on getting the rental into shape. She’s a force of nature, that woman.
560 new words today on UPSUN
Honestly I feel really happy right now.
Song of the Day – Bruise
There’s a bruise on my heart where the words went through
Green and purple and black and blue
and it doesn’t really matter if they were true
Green and purple and black and blue
The world will turn, my heart still yearn
and fire burn — I’ll never learn
just what it was this love was for
I don’t think that I’ll need it any more
Just a primate sittin’ in the rain
Not imagining that I’m still sane
Hunting for a hit of novocaine
but there’s no monopoly on pain
Buddies tell me keep your chin up, dear
Tears keep swan-diving into my beer
opportunists whisper in my ear
thanks, I’m drunk enough, I’m outta here
I’d invent a thousand words just to see your face
sit at your feet again and share your space
it was all a golden coin time cannot debase
though it SINKS IN THE WELL OF LIFE WITHOUT A TRACE
There’s a bruise on my heart where the words went through
Green and purple and black and blue
and it doesn’t really matter if they were true
Green and purple and black and blue
AKA THE REJECTION SENSITIVITY DYSPHORIA song
Song of the Day – Crazymaking Boy
So this is for Paul, and Mike, and Tom, and Katie’s singing in the background, and it’s off my album Mama’s Got Skills (Katie named it), engineered by Gord Breckenridge. I think that’s possibly the drummer from Fleetwood Mac on the prerecorded drumtrack.
This song comes very close to being commercial. Most of my songs do not even skirt around being commercial, being out in that big ol’ left field.
You are the one I’m plotting crime with
The one I’m spending time with
The one my senses rhyme with
my crazymaking boy
You are my hero from a fable
My supper on the table
My ready willing able
my crazymaking boy
Everything you do just comes out fine
I don’t know how you do it
I’m just glad I’m living through it
Everything you say just comes out fine
I’m in some new dimension
I guess I’d better pay attention
You are the pin that burst my bubble
My vision going double
Another word for Trouble
My crazymaking boy
You are the one who brought me fire
The one who pulled the wire
Personified desire
My crazymaking boy
Crazymaking boy…. X 8
Song of the Day – Kittens at Midnight
Did you think it would all be new!?
Happy New Year, Blog Fans! (Bob Dylan’s New Years Day)
Here’s the first song of the year!
Bob Dylan’s New Year’s Day. Wrote this mostly on the subway on the way home from Dowker’s place, having spent New Year’s Eve there. This will be many years ago now, before 1985 most likely.
The song. Which I recorded on New Years Day, even if I made the blog post a week ago.
The lyrics:
Oh I am a mote in a weary eye that only longs for sleep
I have asked my journeying questions and they don’t now seem that deep
At least I asked, I’m proud of that, and the memories I keep
Though they’ve lost the weight to wound me now, the power to make me weep
Bob Dylan is your bible and you’re ready with a quote
You do not listen for the echo of a sweet or sour note
Poet, sage or prophet, desert voice or vote
On this New Years Day he seems to me another wind driven mote
Peace is available upon demand but the price tag seems so high
Thought I’d something I could trade for it when the limit was the sky
Our grownup occupations have tripped us, you and I
And reality’s a leg hold trap, we’ll get free when we die
We’re all conscripts every one of us, but we act like we’re volunteers
Meant to be here somehow, and joking back our fears
We speak our lines with conviction that deepens with the years
As we take our cues and pay our dues, playacting with our peers
O my Muse is a jukebox, and she plays what I select
Background noise for the girls and boys who want to act and not direct
I look around, hoping someone nods, and the words had some effect
When you quote Bob Dylan one more time, the answers all connect.
2021 – the year of living ancestorily
So for 2021, this blog is going to change up a bit. There will be at least one drafted post that goes live every day. (I’ve started pre-posting awready.) The hope is that I will put together useful or historical facts or just … information that’s easy to find arranged by subject PLUS post a song every day.
Now this involves many different KINDS of posts; some will be PDF’s, some MP3s, some videos, but there will be a song a day. I thought about posting it to youtube, but…. it’s a toxic waste dump that I have virtually no control over. And yes, some of the song posts will be from previous posts, but there will be a particular category: Song a Day 2021
And then, if I have the energy, I’ll write about laundry and cooking and grandson goo and boring domestic shit and progress on my writing projects — that none care about but me.
The point is that I am going to highlight my lifetime of achievement because I’m tired of always thinking to myself that I haven’t accomplished anything in my life. Taken all together, why yes I have. I was autistic and had ADD and mental health issues the whole time, too.
I’m considering password protecting my content or at least some of it, and I’m considering moving the blog to a VPS, after non-definitive discussion with Jeff.
I’m also thinking about money and immortality, a lot, but it’s nothing bad. I just want to eat steak for a thousand years while I drink beer and write nasty shit about misogynist slurs like Jordan Peterson.
By the way mOm the cat poets are Lu You and Liu Zhongyin
