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LYRICS
What a lucky lad
When you look back
At all you had
What a lucky lad
Chorus
And, they all join in
With the words you’ve given
Make them sing and shout
Get the words out
I suppose
When it comes to prose
Nothing you lack
Please give a dose
… a word attack
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — Am Aadd9
Em
C Em Am
Made in the USA (West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Terrestrial Planet
By Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
You have a mouth that’s a razor
Your words cut to the very core
You a real trail blazer
Never cease to amaze Her
Look, God! No hands
Or, maybe it’s that no one understands?
You have a tongue that’s a laser
Your words seeing what’s in store
You have the touch of a taser
Your love shocks the sinister
Chorus
You have the touch of a Taser
Your ideas shock the sinister
They don’t know what’s going on… for sure
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Capo 2
Em Dsus
Em D A Em
B Dsus
B D A Em
A 1-track stereo recording made in the USA (Ambler, Montgomery County and West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.)
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
From the album that is half Country and half Progressive Rock — Dr. Jackal and Mr. Rawhide
By Daniel Brouse
HOW TO PLAY THE GUITAR PART
LYRICS
Dum, dum, do, deo, do, de, do, dum… dum
At the time, you know the time
and, by the way, on the day
Almost like you can smell it in the air
They set the verse to rhyme
Then, there
They strum
They drum
Rhythm is born and then bears a vibration
ABOUT
The song was written at 4:20 on 4-20-2012 at a reggae music festival, Wall Street International, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Are we living,
Living in a place,
Where humans,
Aren’t humane,
Where the beings,
Aren’t being,
Very sane?
Oh, no,
A hobo,
Hobo jungle,
My fellow man,
Is more savage,
Than human.
Oh, no,
Hobo,
Woah,
Hobo,
Jungle,
Hobo jungle
The city isn’t savage,
It’s our age,
All over the land,
Can’t understand,
Why the rednecks,
Wreak havoc,
Bully the brains.
Why the fast paced,
Ran, run, raced,
Trampled my face….
Can’t we be the kind,
That can be kind,
No need to remind,
To mind….
Mind my business,
Build a fortress,
Rain distress,
Reign distress,
No, not my mess.
No, I won’t go,
So, far….
As to call it,
A hobo jungle…
More of a bungled,
Humanity.
Are we the animals,
Damning all,
To a hobo jungle,
Just a little respect,
Will fetch,
A civil twilight,
As our day,
Fades to night.
Just a little appreciation,
For the federation,
Of humankind,
Leaving the least,
In the lead,
And, the first,
Behind.
From the Conjuring album I Am (Therefore, I Think) by Daniel
Variations of B, B7, F#, F# add E
Capo 2
What will yielding yield?
No protection. No Shield.
I will not yield
… will not yield to Satin
In Her Place Of Patton
… can not erase space
Nor, un-time (your) crime
Now, I can not yield
I will not yield
To Evilville
In Evilville
Never yield
Not “until”
Not will
Wont
by Daniel Brouse
G walkdown to C
If we want to stop this from happening
We better wake up
Better wake-up
It would appear the edge is near
At the precipice is us
[secret message here]
Stop the slumber
Start to wonder
Gotta wake-up
Does anybody know what time it is?
I’d really like to go to school today
Please do NOT hit the snooze switch!
by Daneil Brouse
Jewel, tool or just a fool?
Whatever I can be
Thank you
For enough light
To have sight
Of me
Jewel, tool or just a fool
Beyond the light sight
Thank you
Insight light might
Help me see me
Putting one foot
In front of the other
Step by step
In a straight line
I find I’m back
Where I started
Chorus:
A circle of deadends
Is there no way out?
Round and round…
’till my soul
Is found
Driving one way
In search of another
Turn by turn
In a lost time
I find the knack
Of being thwarted
And, I’m right back where
I started
Chorus
Panicking away
No guidance from mother
Beat by beat
My heart’s not mine
I’m under attack
… being sentenced
Though, I know
Not what I did
Chorus
Placing faith
Not a fighter
But, a lover
I recover
My Dear,
Nothing to fear
The path is near
We will steer clear
Placing faith
Above all other
There is a way
Out of here
What was a lark
In Evansburg State Park
Was the start
Of our direction
Toward the One
Of perfection?
1.
HOW MANY MILES HOW MANY DAYS
NEVERENDING SEA NEVERSTOPPING RACE
ARMS ARE MIGHTY HEADS WITH LONGING FACE
THEY DON’T WANNA LIVE USING STANDARD WAYS
2.
NOTHING CAN STOP THEM ON THE WAY THEY CHOSE
BOAT IS NOT SO GOOD THEY GOT NOTHING TO LOOSE
ONLY PICTURES OF BLUE SKY AND SEA
BUT THEY ALWAYS KNOW HOW IT’S GONNA BE
3.
NOBODY KNOW WHO WAS RIGHT WHO WRONG
LIFE COULD BE QUITE SHORT LIFE COULD BE SO LONG
PEOPLE IN A BOAT DO NOT WAIT TO ROW
NOTHING CAN’T STOP THEM ON THE WAY THEY GO
REFRAIN:
IN THE MORNING BREEZE
UNDER SAIL AT SEA
WHERE DO THEY GO
JUST THEY KNOW.
What would be great is that if you could continue 1,2,3 with similar 4,5,6 or even better to make up absolutely new song with another theme but in same form of construction. Melody and arrangement is almost ready. Song could be agressive or painfull but foir sure it is on the open nerve but now with this “seaman’s parallel” makes me feel some inconvenient. I know you are a big master of special lyrics and mebbe it’s the moment we can create a good tune. In one week I will revert with ready song video.
I’ll be waiting for your ideas regarding all these matters. Meantime I will click on your link and get down to songs.
always yours,
aiax
LYRICS
In as much
As a word can touch
I’m reaching out to you
And, I hope to see
What you say
About the way
Our heads headed
Remove what’s embedded
About hate, death and war
After all,
There’s got to be more
An expanded view
Evoke a sixth sense
Is what we’ll try to do
So, you can talk to me
And, I can talk to you
Without moving our lips
Communication slips
F”m
The message of a word
Variations of inflection
Having unintentional
Consequences
Spitfire
In the path
Of the dragon’s breath
Caught in the cross-hair
Inherent
In how they hear it
Now, if I could just
Get it through to me
Without giving out
What we’re all about….
Then, the intuition
Will prevail
There is that
That you are
That makes us
… outrageous
It has to do
With how delicious
Thank you