Most people who write some of their stuff are inspired by the break up part of their relationships. This song is about a women I onced loved who asked me when do I get my song. After hearing other songs about past relationships. Most women inspire only one song in my lifes tails. She on the other hand has become the focus of the her that I speak of in so many songs. Only thing is she doesnt ever get to hear these songs. She has moved on and is happy with someone else. I also have moved on but Im just happy alone I guess. The beginning of the song was meant to sound some what of the begining of The End by the Doors as I remember setting the stage. I still write mostly of her to this day even though Im over her. Listen
A new version of a song I came up with this year. This is a lot like how it will sound live. Hopefully it'll get even funkier. (disclaimer: used to be called "The Porn Song")
Part of my Old Songs project of making lo-fi recordings of songs I wrote many years, and, sometimes, decades ago. I have come to the inexorable conclusion that in the years between 1996 and 2000, I was either quite depressed, or unexpectedly skilled at feigning it in song [more inside]
If I only had wings, I would fly to you... If I had chains, I would pull you to me... Just open up my heart, you'll see that it's dark and heavy with my love to you... Late last night, we wanted to capture the intimacy and quiet sparkle of this old song ... Hope it brings you a moment of peace and loveliness... [more inside]
Someone wondered what I'd sound like with instrumental backing. Here you go. [more inside]
Sorry I can't say who you are, but you know I love you darlin'.
Another song I've recorded this summer, guitar, voice, phrase sampler (you can hear the click triggering the chorus here). As always, critique, etc - I'm totally open to suggestions and ideas as far as where (and whether) to develop these ideas
This is sort of the summer culmination of a song that me and some of my friends have built up. This version is solo (all of the extra 'tracks' are live loops) Oh, and critique the hell out of it!
En una pequeña calle en arles, bernardo sandoval canta.
Hi, this is the sequel to my previous post : old french song. Actually, this song was the following one we sang during the concert in the church "des frères prècheurs", Arles, in 2006.
This is the current 'live' (as in, I've played it once in a bizzarro jam-show) version of this song. It's a single take, straight through, using my favorite pedal (a Headrush E2). I'm really, really going to beg for criticism (constructive, or other kinds), since I don't know really what to do with it or what to improve. So, crits? Thanks guys
hi, what about a trip to southern France, with an occitan traditional sung by a choir ?
The title pretty much sums this one up. Recorded at 2am or so with my lovely tele.
Here's an unfortunately prescient political power-pop tune I penned in '02, as recorded by Detroit's own rock foursome LISBOA at our (then) modest home studio in our first collective foray into DIY recording. RIFYL: The New Pornographers and dudes/lady-dudes in that vein. Honky tonk piano (emphasis on the "honky"), a Hammond, some e-Bow, a little vibraphone, and a few too many "nah-nah-nah-nahs," but whaddya gonna do, right? Hope you dig it, friends.
Sailor Martin, a tattooed and pierced sailor puppet, sings a song about the joys of silk stockings at sea. Public domain music, "Second Hand Rose," by the Broadway Dance Orchestra. Lyrics and Sailor Martin's singing voice by yours truly.
Written and performed by my old band - Hooray For Everything. This was included in a Simpsons tribute album that sold a boatload of copies. We recorded this in 1997, I think. We began with the lyrics from the song used in the original "Flaming Moe" episode (http://www.snpp.com/episodes/8F08.html) and then made the song our own... When the weight of the world has got you down and you want to end your life. Bills to pay, a dead-end job, and problems with the wife. But don't throw in the tow'l, 'cuz there's a place right down the block... Where you can drink your misery away... At Flaming Moe's.... (Let's all go to Flaming Moe's...) When liquor in a mug (Let's all go to Flaming Moe's...) can warm you like a hug. (Flaming Moe's...) And happiness is just a Flaming Moe away... Happiness is just a Flaming Moe away...
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