Inspired by an old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Bugs throws the criminal “Baby Finster” into the air. After throwing Finster into the air, Bugs says, ” I do believe I’ve forgotten my fudge.” Finster comes smashing to the ground.
Written and recorded live at the Montgomery County Courthouse in Norristown, Pennsylvania.
Written in Ambler, PA and recorded at Fort Washington State Park in Ft. Washington, Montgomery County, PA. The live version was recorded by Jon at the Jon Sherling Studios in Mount Laural, NJ.
The inspiration came as I sat on a bench in Ambler, PA trying to think of a song to play on stage that night. When I started writing the music on an acoustic guitar, I look up and saw a face smiling back at me. This made me smile. So, I continued with the inspiration knowing the smiling faces would make me smile that night. Then, I stopped to write down some lyrics, and I heard a little voice behind me yell, “More! More! More!” It was a little girl maybe 2-3 years old. She continued chanting until I started playing again. May music bring a smile to our faces.
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
Black Dress Jess — Percussion (live in NJ)
Janet Nydick — Percussion (live in NJ)
LYRICS
A lady bug landed on my thumb
The German Shepard couldn’t believe what he heard
Mother Earth wonders, “How come?”
The earthworms slurm, “Absurd!”
An ecosystem phenomenon
I am… am… am… in phenomena
Sprouting, budding, blossoming
Everything
Love to listen to life sing
More birds and bees, please
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — Capo 4
Am D6
Em
Am Em
The song is about what happened to me while sitting on a bench in Ambler, Montgomery County, PA.
LYRICS
Did you ever wonder where the reign goes
When it tumbles
As time fumbles
Who knows?
When the reign falls
It’s rolling on off the hill
It’s rolling on off… still
The king turns to court jester
We sing tunes to support Her
When first is last… and last first
Beggars quench their thirst
In a flood of blood
No surprise… up to your eyes
It’s rolling on off the hill
It’s rolling on off… still
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — Capo 2
A D
A Em
A C
A D Em A
Written at the Philadelphia Folk Festival. Made in the USA (Old Pool Farm, Schwenksville, Montgomery County, PA and West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
Songwriting While Shooting Pool in Plymouth Meeting
LYRICS
Rack ’em. Break ’em.
Let the balls roll
Whack ’em. Crack ’em.
Let the deal dole
No longer behind the eight ball any more
Check out all the angles to explore
Eyes popping from their sockets
Watching balls rolling into pockets
Chorus
There is so little to do with luck
Whether you bet the farm or just a buck
It’s more a matter to see geometry
Whether a straight shooter is what you’ll be
Chorus
Strike with just the right English
Weave yourself into the fabric’s mesh
Some happen to call it The Zen
As it happens to you, you’ll know when
LYRICS
Pierce the skin with a needle prick
Take away the ills of feeling sick
Peace of mind… more than a mental trick
When growing old the physiology is thick
ick, ick, ick, ick
Mother’s little helper — quick
Forget another habit to quit
Feeling of relief — slick
Hot spot… I scream “Ice cream” lick
