LYRICS
Meandering Jet Stream
Like some sort-of rhumba line dream
Fruit salad on the brain
Civilization drain
Watch us strain
Human induced climate change
Woo woo… last call for the last train
All aboard ‘less you’re the new strange
LYRICS
The scene I’m seeing — extreme
Obscene… we’d let it get to this point
Whose regret… the point of no return
Polar vortex hex on the East
Brave the heat wave on the West
At least…
Someone suggest, “Try our best!”
From what I’ve seen — extreme
I mean… talk about a butt joint
Someone shout, “Before the edge, turn!”
ABOUT THIS SONG
This song is about extreme weather events and human induced climate change. The day it was written and recorded the East and West coasts of the USA where acting bi-polar. The East was getting hammered with a snowstorm and polar vortex… while the West was on fire in a heat wave.
LYRICS
Fusion
Confusion
Solar energy
The sun
No matter our distortion
Can’t help the synergy
No matter our destruction
Devastation, eradication
Let the light shine
It’ll all be fine
Just let the light shine
We’ll all be fine
Fusion
Confusion
If the nuclear
Is not clear
You’ve got Fusion Confusion
The sun
Ra, ra, ra
God of the sun
Ray, ray, ray
Which either way you say
Ra, ra, ra
Ray, ray, ray
Whichever way you say
Ra, ra
Ray, ray
Golden
God
The Sun
Turning the plants on
To being green
The sun
If you know what I mean
(Their fill of chlorophyll)
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — F#
Daniel — Vocals, Synthesizers
Written and recorded in West Chester, PA, United States of America.
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — E add F, C, G#
Am
unknown chord F# B B G#
Made in the USA (Marsh Creek State Park and West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
This song was written after I read a government report that said over 144,000 people a year are dieing from human induced climate change. Then, I went to a favorite songwriting spot… and it was flooded higher than I’d ever seen.
LYRICS
Funny how one thing leads to another
Before you know it… it’s a chain reaction
Honey draws the flies more than vinegar
Suppose the choice lies in your selection
Chorus
Do you wonder how the other half lives
You might be surprised how much they give
Do you wonder, “What is my purpose?”
Is it more tan to be you, 2, 3, 4… for all of us
Sunny one minute cloudy the next
Before you know it… it’s a climate action
Money draws the lies out of context
Impose their will as some sort-of fiction
Chorus
Bunny goes from hunted to hunter
Who’s gonna die… who’s gonna live
The problem is not that perplexed
We will cause our own extinction
Made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
The song was inspired by a heat wave during the last week of May. I tried sitting on my usual songwriting wall, but the stone was so hot it burned my rear. If we could only love as good as we pollute?
This song is about global warming and a hot, humid day in early May. When my kids were very young, we considered buying a vacation house in Florida. I warned them that climate change would turn Pennsylvania into a Florida house by the time they had grandchildren. I was wrong. Today, Pennsylvania is turning tropical in May.
Made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Dm Asus
D D6 Em
Em G D
G A D
This song is about the lack of Spring caused by global warming. All the pink cherry blossoms have fallen off the trees and are about “waste deep”.
While I was writing this song, local artist John Hannafin stopped. He had painted a picture of the blossoming trees and wanted to know if he could paint me in.
Made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
LYRICS
It sucks when you’re living in a swamp
Yet, it seems that’s what we want
When confronted with the taste of our waste
We throw a fit over our own shit
And cry, and rant, and stomp
More coal and oil until we spoil
Yes, it seems that’s what we want
When confronted with the wast of our taste
We recoil and start to boil
Blowin’ methane and monoxides sky high
Patience of the temperate… we try
Written and recorded on January 12, 2013 in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania as a digital, 4-track stereo, extemporaneous recording. After posting this status on Facebook, the song was written and recorded on the streets: “Hmmm… 60 degrees in January… perfect day to take music to the streets… maybe write a global warming song?”
It started while I was sleeping… I heard a news report about severe weather being the new normal. Then, I started hearing a mix of the Stephen Foster song Oh! Susanna and the children’s version of Johnny Comes Marching Home known as The Ants Go Marching (and a dash if You Are My Sunshine)… kind-of tossing traditional irony with a modern day twist.
