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It’s a great day in America
Yet, another great day in America
Not like flecks of mica
No, not fool’s gold
You can be anything you want
Before growing old
In America
You can be the President
Of the United States
Or fly a ship
To the moon
Or, be a philanthropist
Of conscious states
Jump, skip or flip
The pursuit of happiness
Is none too soon…
In America
“I am a stranger”
Stranger, I am
Stranger than you
An Alien?
“I come in peace”
A piece I am
More than a pwan
Are you?
“Take me to your leader and there will be a massive reward for you in eternity.”
This note in my pocket
Is to notify you
There is no intelligent life on Earth —
the third planet from the sun.
We’ll guarantee your eternity
While mine is in jeopardy
ABOUT THIS SONG
The song was written on February 20, 2012 — the anniversary of the John Glenn’s space flight of 1962.
“I am a stranger. I come in peace. Take me to your leader and there will be a massive reward for you in eternity.”
— Note carried by John Glenn (the first man to orbit Earth. It was translated into several languages in case he splashed down in the remote South Pacific seas.
I went to the City of Brotherly Love,
And, asked ’em,
“How do you spell love?”
They replied,
L. Ooooo V E,
With a lopsided Oh.
I went to God Almighty Above,
And, asked her,
“If you were to conjure up a spell,
well… what would it be?”
She replied with an angel’s sigh,
“The spell is love.”
Please sing it with me,
“Love spell,
L. Ooooo V. E.,
With a lopsided Oh.”
Beats the devil outta hell,
L.O.V.E. spell
All yell,
“Love spell,
L. Ooooo V. E.,
With a lopsided Oh.”
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 3
G / D / A (3 times)
G / D / E
E / A
The song was written and recorded at Love Park, Philadelphia; Ambler; and Fort Washington State Park, Pennsylvania. The sound was mixed at Guitar Center in Plymouth Meeting. The video was mixed at Starbucks on the corner of Broad and Pine Streets, Philly (where I found *Chocolate Star* Dennis painting and playing the Key-tar.) The video was uploaded and published while driving up Ridge Avenue (to an open jam in Roxborough). All on Sunday, February 19, 2012.
ABOUT
This song was inspired by Dave Grohl’s 2012 Grammy Acceptance Speech… and, was ecorded in a makeshift home-studio using an 8-track recorder.
Dave Grohl’s Rock n’ Roll School .MP3
LYRICS
Dave,
Please save the day.
Hey!
Can you teach us to play?
Can you meet us half way?
Can you reach us… all the way?
“It comes from here.” (point to your heart)
It comes from hear. (point to your mind)
Ole school Grohl
Taping in the garage
Ole school Grohl
No music mirage
Ole school Grohl
Dave,
Please save the day.
Hey!
Will you help us today?
Will you lead the way…
Show us how to plaaaaaay.
How to play a show…
The spirit in music you know.
No fool fighters
Dave Grohl sighters
DAVE GROHL’S ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
Accepting the award, Grohl said, “To me, this award means a lot because it shows the human element of music is what’s important. Singing into a microphone and learning to play an instrument and learning to do your craft, that’s the most important thing for people to do…It’s not about being perfect, it’s not about sounding absolutely correct, it’s not about what goes on in a computer. It’s about what goes on in here [your heart] and what goes on in here [your head].”
Later, Dave went on to say, “To me the biggest advantage of going analog is the restrictions that it implies, which gets you to perform in a way that you’re actually being a human being. We thought about heart and performance. And I would rather people not tune their vocals, I would rather people not grid their drums.”
Walking down and I witnessed a crime,
It happens all the time,
Whether you’re an authority,
Or, just some guy parking… like me.
George Smith,
George Smith,
George Smith Towing.
Greed,
You wanna beat me?
I’m not your wife,
Get out of my life.
Making all that bad juju voodoo,
That you do.
Try taking the car out of park,
Not random vandalism,
On the lark.
George Smith,
George Smith,
George Smith Towing.
by Daniel and Gandalf
PART II
George Smith,
George Smith,
The towing that’s owing,
George Smith
Dear George Smith,
Pursuant to your towing,
We find you to be owing,
For crimes against civility.
See, your boy,
Did crushed our joy,
As we were trying to have fun with Fun.
Then, on my way to find New Found Glory,
Your boy got in the way…
Ruined the day…
Ruined liberty’s story.
He threatened us once,
He threatened us twice,
He terrorized men into mice.
Is this your car?
I’m going to lick you,
Puss e!
I’m going to tow this car far.
Er, a… I would if I knew how to tow a car,
But so far,
No.
No know,
I ain’t been edjewmacated on the crimes I commit… throw a fit,
Shall I call the cops?
Please do,
Hang on,
I’ll get them for you.
No need to make threats on whose asses are moped… rather know good comes out on top.
by Daniel
Girl,
I’m just a boy,
Call me up,
Tell me your problems,
I can be your man.
I don’t need no pride,
You are my joy.
Tell me your problems,
I’ll try ta understand.
by Gandalf and Daniel
I’m just driving,
Driving down the road,
The plan,
My master,
The master plan.
My 454 is revin’
My brain is rage-ing,
Mad,
But, not angry.
Shifting past the shit,
Riding the overdrive,
Wave,
Good-bye.
by Gandalf And Daniel
Now that we are hear,
We might as well take advantage of… this opportunity.
The opportunity to see… hear.
Now that we are here,
With hear… I can see. c c c c
corrugated,
perforated,
saturated,
human waste
corrugated,
perforated,
saturated,
with a bad after-taste
rinse it clean,
rinse it clear,
wring the fear,
from the beautiful scene.
corrugated,
perforated,
striated,
through the prism threw.
glistening dew,
upon you,
like a new born pup,
you’re looking up
You don’t need to,
Share the wealth,
Just as you can’t,
Share good health.
But, you can,
Share your love,
Spread it thick,
Or, spread it thin.
The dead,
Or quick?
Rise above,
Evil kin,
Dance and move,
While you’ve the skin.
Rise above,
The lowly sin,
Flying high,
Again.
Lord, despite my moans,
Thanks for these bones.
These bones gonna rise again.
Lord, despite my wine-in’,
Thanks for this skin.
From a puddle of mud,
My blood,
And, I thank you so.
So, here I go,
Spreading it thick,
While of the quick.
I’ll be your blood vessel… flesh castle,
A Holy Grail set for sail,
Flesh castle,
Blood vessel.
Where ever I roam,
I’m at home.
My body — soul’s house,
At least this life,
No, never alone… in the house of God.
God is good,
God is great,
So, I thank Her….
As part of Her,
Wildlife.
Wild life,
Jig and sing,
Constant fling thing.
“You don’t like the tornadoes?
Stop stirring things up down there,”
God said.
Instead in the stable,
Jig and sing,
Wildlife.
“The loose on the loose,
Ramparts running rampant,”
says Mother Goose.
Mother Nature blows in the wind,
“Naturally, the nature to nurture,
could be nurtured. What a rapture!”
Love life,
Wildlife.
The *please do not refrain from the refrain* refrain:
I’m just a church mouse in God’s house.
Wildlife,
Wild life.
Love life,
Wildlife.
From the Conjuring Experiment
Are we living,
Living in a place,
Where humans,
Aren’t humane,
Where the beings,
Aren’t being,
Very sane?
Oh, no,
A hobo,
Hobo jungle,
My fellow man,
Is more savage,
Than human.
Oh, no,
Hobo,
Woah,
Hobo,
Jungle,
Hobo jungle
The city isn’t savage,
It’s our age,
All over the land,
Can’t understand,
Why the rednecks,
Wreak havoc,
Bully the brains.
Why the fast paced,
Ran, run, raced,
Trampled my face….
Can’t we be the kind,
That can be kind,
No need to remind,
To mind….
Mind my business,
Build a fortress,
Rain distress,
Reign distress,
No, not my mess.
No, I won’t go,
So, far….
As to call it,
A hobo jungle…
More of a bungled,
Humanity.
Are we the animals,
Damning all,
To a hobo jungle,
Just a little respect,
Will fetch,
A civil twilight,
As our day,
Fades to night.
Just a little appreciation,
For the federation,
Of humankind,
Leaving the least,
In the lead,
And, the first,
Behind.
From the Conjuring album I Am (Therefore, I Think) by Daniel
A new project (called Conjuring) making music with songs including Singing To Raise The Spirits, Conjure… Or Sorcery? and The Song.
I thought I would show you what I was talking about,
So, here it is kid….
You don’t want it all,
But, you don’t want it all,
To pass you by,
bye-bye.
Music is not about telling everyone else how you feel.
Music is about helping everyone else feel the way you feel.
Have you no sense of intimacy?
Music is about helping everyone feel what you are saying.
Do you remember when,
You asked me why all the Crayon’s,
In the Crayon box,
Looked the same as you?
After all,
Camouflage is a weird concept in space.
After all,
I’m just a person trying to express myself.
Why would you want to step on that?
Do you ever look outside of your self?
Do you ever look outside yourself?
It’s not that I’m the sickest puppy,
In the litter.
How do I know?
I looked in your blindspot.
What happens when you wait,
Until someone can’t wait,
To go to the bathroom?
Shit happens.
What if there was so much noise,
That nobody could hear my song?
Sometimes noise is a good camouflage.
Sometimes it is not.
I’m not that interested in how you fit into the game…
Rather, that you are a game piece.
Where do all those anarchists go?
That bookstore on South Street?
Oh, yes,
The Wooden Shoe.
Can you tell a Fox,
He swells like his own hole?
Ask Rupert Murdoch.
Have you no sense,
Of intimacy?
It’s funny,
When you try to stop,
A laughing-box from laughing.
Kleenex,
Or, tissue,
Who cares?
Will God bless you?
Doy you,
Yourself,
Know a genius,
When you look one,
In the I?
There are only so many people,
That hold a guitar…
Or, magnifying glass.
Chasing the string of a balloon.
There aren’t that many fish,
That can swim in the sea.
Shall I throw you back?
SOPA & PIPA Pirate Song .MP3 from the album New Found Sound
eye, eye, matie.
shiver me timbers.
yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.
what do you do with a drunken sailor?
shave his belly with a rusty razor!
If you go to Wikipedia.org today, you get a black page asking you to protest. If you go to Google today, you will find their logo blacked-out and a plea to protest.
What has Internet intellectuals all in an up-roar?
New Congressional legislation, known as the Protect I P Act (PIPA) in the Senate and the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) in the House.
The law would censor the Web.
Please, tell Congress — Don’t censor the Web
P I P A: This Act may be cited as the “Preventing Real Online Threats to Economic Creativity and Theft of Intellectual Property Act of 2011” or the “PROTECT I P Act of 2011.”
The term “Internet site” means the collection of digital assets, including links, indexes, or pointers to digital assets, accessible through the Internet that are addressed relative to a common domain name.
S O P A: To promote prosperity, creativity, entrepreneurship, and innovation by combating the theft of U.S. property, and for other purposes.
This Act may be cited as the “Stop Online Piracy Act.”
eye, eye, matie.
shiver me timbers.
yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.
what do you do with a drunken sailor?
shave his belly with a rusty razor!
FIRST AMENDMENT — nothing in this Act shall be construed to impose a prior restraint on free speech or the press protected under the 1st Amendment to the Constitution.
INTERNET ADVERTISING SERVICES —
(i) REQUIRED ACTIONS — An Internet advertising service that contracts to proVide advertising to or for the foreign infringing site, or portion thereof, that is subject to the order, or that knowingly serves advertising to or for such site or such portion thereof, shall take technically feasible and reasonable measures….
(II) cease making available advertisements for the foreign infringing site or such portion thereof, or paid or sponsored search results, links, or other placements that provide access to such foreign infringing site or such portion thereof;
and
(III) cease providing or receiving any compensation for advertising or related services to, from, or in connection with such foreign infringing site or such portion thereof.
eye, eye, matie.
shiver me timbers.
yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.
what do you do with a drunken sailor?
shave his belly with a rusty razor!
MORE INFORMATION
Google and Wikipedia Blackout Protest Over U.S. Internet Legislation
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