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From the album New Found Sound
Take a word,
And, paint a musical landscape,
Atmosphere as canvas,
So, the world can hear,
All of us.
d, ditty, ditty, d,
dum, ditty, ditty, dum,
Or, just hum,
A meledy,
So, the world can see,
The sound in thee.
Supersonic hero in cape,
Flying through space,
Your mouth,
To my ear,
Like baby’s breath,
Coming in clear.
la, lordy, lordy, la,
music can heal ya,
la, lordy, lordy, la,
music can save ya.
Sound wave, yeah!
Around….
Sound.
Not that many,
Places in space,
Can it be found.
Shush, hush….
Listen,
No! Know,
How to make,
Sound,
Vibrate,
Quake,
Gyrate,
Make,
Sound
There are plenty,
Of good reasons,
To create a way,
For the herd,
To have heard.
Shush, hush….
Listen,
No! Know,
How to make,
Sound,
Vibrate,
Quake,
Gyrate,
Make,
Sound,
Vibrate,
Quake,
Gyrate,
Make,
Create,
Relate,
With new found sound.
(ending on part 3)
Bask in the new found sound.
Take it, take it in,
The new found sound,
Take it, take it in,
Sound all around.
(intro on part 2)
Sound check it out,
Sound check,
Check it out,
Sound,
Check it out.
by Daniel Brouse for the Pho Co. experiment
From The Beatless Sense Monger Album *Twenty-twelve*
la, la, la, cray, cray, cray,
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
la, la, la, cray, cray, cray,
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
diz, diz, diz, dizzy….
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
loosing equilibrium….
gonna fall on our rectum….
more then wreck ’em….
we’re gonna kill ’em….
going….
cray, cray, cray, crazy…..
a wasted life….
being….
la, la, la, lazy….
now….
the state we’re in….
gotta begin….
all over again….
R, T, Z,
Yo,
Fellow,
R, T, Z,
Return,
To,
Zero!
yow!
our inner ear….
must not be clear….
have you discovered….
we’re falling over….
la, la, la, lazy….
cray, cray, cray, crazy…..
diz, diz, diz, dizzy….
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
la, la, la, cray, cray, cray,
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
la, la, la, cray, cray, cray,
woo, woo, woo, woozy….
You put the finger….
On the trigger….
Don’t you figure….
Pulling the trigger….
Called for the grave digger….
It’s not a gun….
That makes life undone….
A pistol….
Does not control….
The aiming angle….
A rifle….
Does not spiral….
Out of control….
Only a human….
Can be inhumane….
A gun is not crazy….
Nor sane….
When only facts remain….
With the angels refrain….
Don’t blame it on the thumb….
Not the vertebrate….
On whether we’re predators….
Or pray….
It is our ability….
To recognize….
Our consciouses….
That makes murder….
Immoral….
Immoral for all….
Beings….
Be it the jawbone of an ass….
Or showers of Zyklon B gas….
Bullet, hatchet or guillotine….
Lethal injection to noose….
It takes a human on the loose…
It takes a human….
To make it obscene….
The being brings meaning….
The being brings meaning….
The being brings meaning….
The being brings meaning….
by Daniel Brouse as part of the Twenty-twelve Music Experiment
ABOUT THE SONG
The song is about morals and ethics. Only humans have morals and ethics. By definition, a gun can not be evil.
INSTRUMENTATION
Humans, using tools as instruments, turned thoughts into music:
e-machine Laptop, DubStep Studio, Tanseon Voice Synthesizer, Samson Mixboard, Micro-Korg, Casio wk3500 Keyboard, Sennheiser Microphone, DigiTech RP3 (for vocal effects) and a Tascam DR-03 Digital Recorder.
Based on the B chord.
It is the day…
Going this way?
… It is the way…
… hope ya have…
… a good day…
… good day…
… escape the fray…
… manifest away…
… dream today…
… is the day…
It is the day…
It is the day…
It is the day…
… going this way…
… light the way…
… the right way…
… the bright way…
… dream today…
… is the day…
It is the day…
It is the day…
It is the day…
A new single for the album Delve Into Twenty-twelve
At the tone
It will be twenty twelve…
Do you know where your soul is?
It is time to delve into 2012 with three new songs. (free mp3 downloads)
Ding, dong.
Sing, song.
May you be blessed
With Happy Christmas
May your new year
Be filled with cheer
Ding, dong.
Sing, song.
May your next year
Be bright and clear
May you be blessed
With Merry Christmas
by Daniel
[whistle]
Fido! Come here, my boy
Yo, Fido!
The animals are running the zoo
There’s nothing much
You can do
They’ve broken free
Of all restraint
Now, there ain’t…
A tame point-of-view
Mic check [echo]
Tell your Ma
Tell your Pa
The sheep say baa
Chorus
Mic check [echo]
Tell your brother
Tell your sister
The mounted monkey will twist her
Chorus
Mic check [echo]
Tell your teacher
Tell your preacher
A sounder of swine
Are taking away your liberty…
And mine
A litter of pigs litter the streets
With a pack of mule mentality
Written and recorded at Dilworth Plaza, Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse
Written and recorded at Love Park, Philadelphia, PA
I feel the days growing shorter
As the nights grow colder and evermore slower
Right when the food is scarcer
Out of nowhere comes a feast fit for the King of Kings
Funny what religion brings
When the discipline of all things
Occurs as humanity sings
Sings from the heart
Of the Good News, music, literature and art
The beauty of the fine arts
As they do their part
Spreading the Word, the joy, the happiness
She whispers in my ear,
“Thank goodness.”
A
C / G / D / A
Written Thanksgiving Day at Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse
I would like to take this opportunity
To thank God for God
Thanking you gave
Thanking God for good
Thanking you gave
The Smörgåsbord of intellect
Cornucopia of utopia
For all the time we collect
Thanking you gave
I hope to spend all eternity
Thanking God for God
’cause it would be mighty hard
To find a way to pray
Without you
Whatever I can do
To help pay your due
I would love to….
In the mean time, I’m…
Thanking you gave
E
G / D / E
E / Em
Written at Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse
We’ve entered an age
In need of our sage
From the year nothing
Spring…
To be our savior
Bringing blankets to the shivering
Bringing food to those hungering
Medical attention to any needing aiding
We pray
Please don’t take that away
With love and rage
Occupy the savage age
X’s and O’s
The hero from year zero
About the Song *With Love And Rage* .mp4 Video
Written at Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse
Free .mp4 Music Video Downloads
Have we fed the end
Are you fed-up with the end
Ready for the love you send
To bring the thing for which we sing
To the hears of every human
Are you fed-up with this human zoo
Are you? Are you ready…
Ready to begin anew
Look at the view
Through
The eyes of the child
Babe
Swaddling
May the joy be piled
Miles
High
Sigh
Bring that thing for which we sing
Em / C
A / G
About the Song *Fed The End* .mp4 Video
High Definition Pictures
Written at Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse