bookmark_borderEat The Beat

LYRICS
I don’t know about all of this, that and the others
But, boy, I can tell you… If I had my druthers
All these muthers
Would have another thing coming
More strumming
Eat the beat

It seems that everyone you meet
Says “you are what you eat”
All of these “others”
Having a dream that smothers
More strumming coming
Eat the beat

Now, if you want a real treat
Close your eyes, open your mouth… and tweet
(Whistling)
Open (up) your heart
This’ll be the start…
Whistle!
More strumming and drumming
Eat the beat

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: F# D#m / B C# C#7 / F# F#sus4; 158 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Whistling

From the album Blown Away

bookmark_borderI Can’t See

LYRICS
The irony of destiny
Can’t let it get the best of me
Blatantly the destiny (one sees)
Is in the “I” of the beholder
One thing’s for certain
We’re all growing…
Older
Going
If the wheels
Come off the tracks
There’s no give-backs
Seals (your) destiny
Maybe I’m blind
’cause I can’t see
Destiny

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: Em; 186 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Blown Away

bookmark_borderThe Things We Get Into

LYRICS
Ohhh… the things we get into
Something old
Something (k)new
Something blue, too
The rush of flush
Thrill of the chill
Know the unknown

Went against the current
Said no to “with the flow”
Know I can make a pig fly
If you say I can’t, still I will
In the course of the force
Goal: square peg in round (w)hole

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: Am D7 Am7(11) Asus4 / Em D Am / Em Am; 152 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Blown Away

bookmark_borderMusic (Till We Die)

LYRICS
Well, what I meant
In the basement
Was meant to permeate
The substrate
Seep from the deep
And clear the air
Up there
From the cellar of my soul
To the seller of my soul
The dues and toll
Of rock n’ roll
At hand garage band
Making music to live by
Last found underground
Making music till we die

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: A D E; 118 BPM
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Blown Away