LYRICS
Do you/I find me/you unusual?
Quite different from then them all?
Do you find me one-of-a….
One-of-a-kind
Hope you/I find me/you the kind kind
Not interested in the thrill of the kill
Hope I/you remind you/me of the kind kind
Don’t wanna stick anybody with the bill
Do you/I find me/you unusual?
Quite different from then them all?
Do you find me one-of-a….
One-of-a-kind
Written and recorded on October 7 and 30, 2012 in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I found the basic track on the digital recorded. It must have been left over from the October 7 recording session. Since the name of the album is The New Old, I added some lyrics about Hurricane Sandy. She pretty much re-arranged the old into the new normal. And, though it was a devastating event, there was a silver lining to the storm. It was if God created an eighth day in the week filled with the comfort of music.
Shark Swimming in the Streets of Margate, NJ During Hurricane Sandy
LYRICS
The wind does howl
To the pour of rain’s growl
Poor, poor, poor visibility (Can’t you see, you can’t see?)
Ohhhh… I thought the day I’d never see
Full moon. High tide.
You’ve got no place left to hide
“Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good”
You should’ve run, should’ve run just as fast as you could
Full moon. High tide.
Worst time to make landfall
Full moon. High tide.
It’s a wonder if there’s anything left at all
ABOUT THE SONG Music by Eric, Carpenter John and Daniel; written and recorded as an impromptu blues jam as we waited for the Hurricane to arrive; Norristown, PA on October 28, 2012. Lyrics by Daniel; written and recorded inside the truck as Hurricane Sandy was making landfall; West Chester, PA on October 29, 2012.
“Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good”
the author of “When The Levee Breaks”, Kansas Joe (as made famous by Led Zeppelin)
Pictures I saw going by on the Internet:
Shark Swimming in the Streets of Margate, NJ During Hurricane Sandy
The science of a high tide, full moon and landfall of a hurricane —
Higher-than-normal tides — tied to a full moon — have added to Hurricane Sandy’s coastal flooding threat.
As you might expect the explanation is a matter of simple astronomy, not any kind of lunacy associated in folklore with a full moon.
“It’s not the moon’s phase that matters, but the position,” says astronomer Phil Plait on his Bad Astronomy website.
During a full moon, the moon is essentially lined up on the opposite side of the Earth from the sun (this is what allows the near surface of the moon to be illuminated in its full splendor) and the gravitational tug of war between those two intensifies at this time, resulting in higher tides.
This kind of alignment of astronomical objects is called a syzygy (SIH-zhih-jhee) and sailors have understood the effect for centuries. So, for Hurricane Sandy, the higher-than-normal tides that threaten to add to an 11-foot storm surge feared for lower Manhattan are simply a matter of bad timing. — USA Today
Still the weather can spill a chill
Halloween, Thanksgiving… then, it’s Christmas, again
Did you know they’re already talking snow?
Still the whether-or-not slipknot
come clean with thanks… giving beyond Christmas
Bring out cheer more than once a year
Reindeer and mistletoe… comfort, joy and happiness
Did you know they’re already talking snow?
Written and recorded on October 27 and 28, 2012.
The idea — Ambler, PA
Words and music — Conshohocken
Music and guitar recording — Eris Temple Arts, West Philly
Vocal recording and mixing — Exton
LYRICS
Perhaps you just awoke in the eye of a Frankenstein storm
Perhaps you did not hear, heed nor take warn
Perhaps you think it’s safe for you to go
Though the vantage is danger, fear NOT clear
But, maybe you think so?
LYRICS
On display at a vanity fair
Not sure if you’re aware
On display at a vanity fair
Not sure you’re even there
Is your mirror on straight
Or, is that your crooked smile
Your pompousness just can’t wait
And, the crooked smile could use a file
The indifferent or punishing look
Shows a streak of mean style
Using every stinkin’ dirty trick in the book
Good luck, Baby… lookin’ forward to your trial
No need to strain for you to be vain
On display at a vanity fair
Not sure if you’re aware
On display at a vanity fair
Not sure you’re even there
ABOUT THE SONG
C / D / E
E / G / E / A / E / D / E
E / Am less C# / Em / E
Written and recorded on October 23, 2012 in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania. It was inspired by a combination of the Presidential debates, and how they are a mirror of civilization.
LYRICS
I’ve been using gravity to make do
Since before I was two
Oh, yeah… and, I’ve been using friction, too
To save me from the mountain dew
Soooooo
There’s quite a bit you can do
A super, natural hero
Roll with the role of the magnetic pole
An attraction to you
Or, maybe you want to try and repel
You can do it just as well
The solution once you are in motion
Just add a little of your friction
No fool… you’ve got fuel and oxygen
Now, we’re on fire once again
Soooooo
There’s quite a bit you can do
A super, natural hero
LYRICS
The quite chill of an autumn morning
The lichen might consider quite trite
But, the human glare finds it worthwhile to stare
As the fluid cascades amongst the solid
The sunlight cascades over the mountain top
Spilling colors of every hue
Any man must stop to ponder what it is we did
Every man must stop to wonder the wonder if we stop
Look what progress did to the fish
Look what our standard of living has lost
Look what it is we do
Maybe we should be careful for what we wish
Open our eyes. Open our ears. Heed the warning…
Before the waterfalls fall
LYRICS
Money
Like flies to honey
It’s the disease bringing people to their knees
It’s the disease bringing people to their knees
I say, “God!” as I fall to my knees, “give me some, please!”
(more money please)
While busker says the word
A gift from a lord
Brings back faith in prosperity
Money
Like flies to honey
It’s the disease bringing people to their knees
It’s the disease crippling people such as these
While the busker plays the chord
A flowerchild pulls her sword,
Blows bubbles… restores faith in humanity
Written and recorded on October 17, 2012 in West Chester, Pennsylvania. I had been playing the guitar part and just started writing the lyrics when a kind gentleman came over and gave me money. Then, a hippie-chick surprised me with a shower of bubbles. What a day to be thankful.
LYRICS
“Meet the new boss… same as the old boss”
Don’t leave your fate to destiny
Influence the coin toss
Don’t live you life in misery
Go for the gain. Avoid the loss.
Not just for you
But, for those beyond your point-of-view
“Meet the new boss… same as the old boss”
Elevate your fate
And balance the scales
Calming the irate
Putting wind in your sails
Not just for you
But, for those beyond your point-of-view
Written and recorded October 8, 2012 in West Chester, Pennsylvania. It starts with a line from The Who’s Won’t Get Fooled Again as it fit in so well with the title of the album The New Old. Don’t be fooled. You have free will. Please choose your destiny while considering the impact on everyone… even those beyond your point-of-view — “the who”.
LYRICS
When we started to count, we went from 0 to 1
By the way, this was way, way back in the day
Then in the modern day, we found a way
To make music play
Putting bits and bytes to websites
In binary… in fact, back to the very…
0’s and 1’s
Come in from the cold
It’s the new old
Just when you thought out was sold
Come in for some new old
[I can’t get no satisfaction. She’s a daytripper, yeah!]
Can you see
Paper comes from a tree
Moses’ new commandments were carved in some very old stone
Our new condiments were made from mature… more than an instance
Even the telephone, TV and computer come from regurgitated ideas
So, before making a stance…
On creativity…
Before raising fears
Let’s see how much original
Is left in us all
Besides, a zero isn’t much of anything
Let’s try something new… invigorating
Written and recorded on October 7, 2012 in West Chester, PA and is the theme song for the album. It is pretty much a given that we are impacted by the events that have come before us. Instead of trying to avoid it… why not celebrate it?
Written and recorded in Paoli, PA and West Chester, PA on October 6, 2012. I stared thinking about the term BluesFest. It kind-of felt like an oxymoron. Ya, know… “Festival Of Sadness”. So, it’s a tongue-in-cheek song about music moving people. Whatever music moves you, may you be moved. In fact, when it’s all said and done… I hope you are grooved from the experience.
