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bookmark_borderDog Days Of Summer

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LYRICS
Just realizing
Temperature’s rising
You’re so hot
Better not… leave you alone
Better not
Way too hot

Start to see the relevance
Of leaving you to the elements
You’re so hot
Better not… leave you alone
Calamity zone
I just can’t leave you alone
Better not
Way too hot

98, 99, 100 degrees
Bi-polar opposite of deep freeze
You’re so hot
Better not… leave you alone
Searing bone
I just can’t leave you alone
Better not
Way too hot

Yes it’s true “all dogs go to heaven”
But it’s up to you not to bake ’em in an oven
I’m casualty prone
Just can’t leave you alone
You’re so hot
Better not… leave you alone
Better not
Way too hot

Dog Days Of Summer.mp3

Dog Days Of Summer Guitar Instrumental.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
A song disguised to look like it is about girls… but, it is really about not leaving your dog in the heat.

Written and recorded at Lake Wynonah, Pennsylvania
Style: Folk Rock
Chords: F# C# / D A F#
Recording: digital stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Piano

From the album A kNew Album

bookmark_borderGuerilla War, Fair?

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LYRICS
Guerilla war
Fair? Nowhere
None to be found
No none around
Guerilla warfare
No more
Guerilla tactics
Spastic
Thick and sick
Where to stick
Where the sun don’t shine
(No more. No more war)
Sounds just fine
And, if you don’t mind
Find
Some kind of kind

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: B D / B D E C# D E B; 147 BPM 6/8
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Proactive Inhibition

bookmark_borderStolen Glory

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LYRICS
As they try to wipe the Stars And Stripes
Don’t let them swipe

Careen from the se1rene scene
Under the red, white and blue
Unfold the Old Glory story
A victim of racism, too

Supremacists insist and persist
Usurping a symbol for hate
#HashTag Confederate Flag
In the state of the irate

Proud to be an American
You’d better think and think again
Giving Nemesis a call
Is bound to be your downfall

Understand your stolen land
Is not at your command
Sooner or later it’s got to get through
The black and white of red, white and blue

Now, I can’t even fly our colors
Ashamed it smells of your odors
F.U. and your racist attack
I want my flag back

[Not going to take it
Going to take it back]

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Twisted Country
Chords: Db Ab / Eb Db Ab / Ab G Db
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

From the album Proactive Inhibition

Band together and join THE RESISTANCE!

bookmark_borderThe Corner of Your I

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LYRICS
Looking out of the corner of your “I”
Wondering… what did you spy?
(And why?)
Why do the birds that sing
Wait for the spring to bring
Fancy songs of fantasy
We see. We be. We are so far.

Looking through the lens of your phone
Suddenly realize… I’m not alone
(At home)
Why do the birds that sing
Wait for the spring to bring
Fancy songs of fantasy
We see. We be. We are so far.

Behind a pair of glasses
The “I” I see flashes
Why do the birds that sing
Wait for the spring to bring
Fancy songs of fantasy
We see. We be. We are so far.

Underneath the leash and chain
Underneath collar and mane
Why do the birds that sing
Wait for the spring to bring
Fancy songs of fantasy
We see. We be. We are so far.

ABOUT THE SONG
Apparently, when I’m writing a song, I go into a special zone or something. Yesterday I was writing a song at Gay Church Market and High Streets, and discovered 3 people and a dog keeping their eye on me. So, I wrote about them 🙂

Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: F# D / F# D C#7
Recording: original take / live and digital 11-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Organ, Drums

From the album Proactive Inhibition

Written between the corners of Market, High, Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA — Gay Church

bookmark_borderCarnival Barker

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LYRICS
The carnival barker is barking at you
(You’re due. You’re due.)
Want to know if you have it in you
(Do you? Do you?)
Step right this way to pay
Try your luck at giving a #uck
(OK? OK!)
The proof is in the pudding
No kidding walk the walk
Put your money where your mouth is
You’re taking life’s pop quiz

The telemarketer is calling for you
(You’re due. You’re due.)
Do you want to change your view
(Do you? Do you?)
Press 1 to pay today
Try your luck at giving a #uck
(OK? OK!)
The proof is in the pudding
No kidding walk the walk
Put your money where your mouth is
You’re taking life’s pop quiz

The First Lady is mailing you
Wants to know if she can count on you?
Mail money right away
Try your luck at giving a #uck
(OK? OK!)
The proof is in the pudding
No kidding walk the walk
Put your money where your mouth is
You’re taking life’s pop quiz

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: CM7 E / G E G6 E7 / C D G
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

From the album Proactive Inhibition

Band together and join THE RESISTANCE!

bookmark_borderThe Wake-up Lullaby-bye

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LYRICS
It’s time to put the kids to bed
With pleasant thoughts to fill our heads
I love you
I love you, too
Sweet dream… in bed
Pillow and head
At the very least
May we rest in peace

It’s time to put ’em to bed
With pleasant thoughts to fill our heads
I love you
I love you, too
Sweet dream… in bed
Pillow and head
At the very least
May we rest in peace

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: Gm F / C Gm; 133 BPM Polka
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Proactive Inhibition

bookmark_borderHouse Fire

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LYRICS
What’s all the fuss
What’s all the rush
Must be something dire
Accident or fire
Sound the alarm
Fear and harm
Fire engine siren
Babies dyin’
Always too late
To hesitate
{rest}

Release of police
Belly of the beast
Oppressing the least
Watch the beast feast
Sound the alarm
Fear and harm
Fire engine siren
Babies dyin’
Always too late
To hesitate
{rest}

All the lights and noise
Killing all the joys
Shutting down the street
Stepping on the beat
Sound the alarm
Fear and harm
Fire engine siren
Babies dyin’
Always too late
To hesitate
{rest}

ABOUT THE SONG
Written between the corners of Market, High, Gay and Church Streets in West Chester while police and emergency vehicles converged. The scene served as a metaphor for the state of our union.

Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: B D E / E B F# / F# A B B A F#
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

From the album Proactive Inhibition

Band together and join THE RESISTANCE!

bookmark_borderQueen Beware

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LYRICS
If I’m but a poor pawn biding my time
Might just tempt fate with checkmate
Click bait
Checkmate
Backed yourself into a corner again
Don’t you remember where you’ve been
Move your king to a different square
Go ahead if you dare
All’s fair
Queen beware
We’re almost there

Your bishop prays to an odd god
The crooked rook’s been rooked and took
Use to be knight all day
Now I took it all away
So there
Queen beware
We’re almost there

Lost your castle in a great big hassle
Wow! Can’t hide our hide inside
How there’s nowhere to run
Looks as though your run is done
You care?
Queen beware
We’re almost there

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: B7 A E A E / A E C B7 / E F F#
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

From the album Proactive Inhibition

bookmark_borderThe Savage Of Average

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LYRICS
You don’t always find what you seek
You don’t always hide your mystic
The mean seems to be in between
The savage of average

You don’t always give what you take
You don’t always take what you give
In The End there’s a chance
It will balance… out
Rebels shout

If you seek you might find
That there’s others seeking kind
Seek and find the kind kind
Rewind

Look back and inspect
Search for the respect
In your retrospect

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: Ab E Db / Ab E Gb / Ab E Db Gb
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

From the album Proactive Inhibition

bookmark_borderThe Scribe

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LYRICS
Come on! Wake up!
Take it down
Prescribed scribe
Message bound
Do you have your pad and pencil
Take it down way down
Do you have your pen and paper
Take it down way down

Come on! Shake up!
Write it down
The message sage
Now you’re found
Do you have your pad and pencil
Take it down way down
Do you have your pen and paper
Take it down way down

Come on! What’s up?
Jot it down
Unpeel appeal
Report the real
Do you have your pad and pencil
Take it down way down
Do you have your pen and paper
Take it down way down

Come on! Time’s up!
Get it down
Spread the new knews
Be the knews hound
Do you have your pad and pencil
Take it down way down
Do you have your pen and paper
Take it down way down

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

From the album Proactive Inhibition

Written between the corners of Market, High, Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA — Gay Church

bookmark_borderButtoned Lip

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Hyper-terrestrial
Buttoned Lip

Hyper-terrestrial is a land based interactive experiment.
Questions? Is music a universal
language? Can sonic experience transcend space and time?
Thus, the name of the band. Hyper-terrestrial

MIDI Files I and MIDI Files II
Also see Proactive Inhibition and A kNew Album

bookmark_borderWrestling Demons

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LYRICS
We can make this work… out
We can make this work
Twerk a new knee-jerk… bout
Twerk a knew knee-jerk
Wrestling demons
Sometimes summons
Revved resurrection

With a bigger wrench… twist
With a bigger wrench
Swing a hammer with… wrist
Grab a mallet clench
Wrestling demons
Sometimes summons
Revved resurrection

We can make this work… out
We can make this work
Out a primal scream… shout
Shout a primal scream
Wrestling demons
Sometimes summons
Revved resurrection

We can make this work… out
We can make this work
Twerk a new knee-jerk… ouch
Twerk a knew knee-jerk
Wrestling demons
Sometimes summons
Revved resurrection

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: Em Dm Em / F C Em; 140 BPM Rock
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Proactive Inhibition

bookmark_borderCzar Of Bizarre

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LYRICS
Found the Czar of Bizarre
Driving by in a car
So I thought they’re put
When one comes by on foot
No matter where you are
Nearer by far

Found the Czar of Bizarre
Riding by on a bike
Call a ball or strike
Out by far far out
No matter where you are
Nearer by far

Found the Czar of Bizarre
Standing right with me
Tell me could it be
(Is it a possibility?)
I’m not far from czar
No matter where you are
Nearer by far
Queerer the star
Above subpar
Nearer by far

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: F# A B / B A F# / F# A B C#7 F#
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Premortem

Written between the corners of Market, High, Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA — Gay Church

bookmark_borderIn The Dark

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LYRICS
Is that right
During broad daylight
The light is way too bright
Wait till it gets dark
So you can see the spark

I know time goes slow
But if you can hold tight
You’ll see that things might
Turn out alright

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

From the album Premortem

bookmark_bordersitting ON TOP of the world

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LYRICS
Watching all the head banging
Jumping on the bandwagon
Claim the fame of a train wreck
What the heck
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world

Feeling all the needling
Lost your youthful seedling
Are you always told
You’re growing old
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world

At “The End” of your rope
Debating if you’ll cope
Waiting for your fate’s
Too late
No sense hanging
When you’re siting on top of the world

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: C B7 E
Recording: digital 9-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Drums

From the album Premortem