bookmark_borderCandy Canes

LYRICS
I’m sure going to miss this
No candy canes at Christmas
The devil has them away
There’ll be no sugar on Christmas Day
Go figure
Hostage to shortage
For the holiday

There’s no gas in the tank
No rubber for the wheels
Still we thank God that Christmas feels
Yank our hopes from depths sank
Go figure
Hostage to shortage
For the holiday

Poor Santa
Can’t even bring us coal
But I won’t cry to Ma or Pa
Love can fill our stockings hole

Candy Canes.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Christmas Music
Chords: C G C D / C D C D G
Recording: digital 8-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar

I was listening to my mother being interviewed about her life. During World War II, she was a little girl (5 to 8-years-old.) The war brought about many shortages including gas, rubber and sugar.

From the album Christmasness
by Daniel Brouse

More Christmas

bookmark_borderWWII (The Ice Cream Chill)

LYRICS
Had to beg my brother
For a little sugar
Had to make the sugar
Last a little further
Trying to make the gas last
Toothpaste tubes into shrapnel
Ice cream treat rare and special
Had to beg my brother
For a little sugar
Had to make the sugar
Last a little further
He would rather not bother
Chances were slim with him
Had to beg my brother
For a little sugar
Had to make the sugar
Last a little further
Remembering the war that passed
Reminiscing life in the past
Reminiscing the scene

December seven… miles from heaven
On a date with infamy
Render “we shall never surrender”
And join our warring family
Remembering the obscene scene

The head of a little girl will fill
With the sound of sirens from an air raid drill
And over head, as the little girl goes to sleep at night
Search lights fueling the fright
Is that right?
That’s not right
Right?

Finally, all the way to the light of day
I scream…
Ice cream
The head of a little girl will fill with an ice cream chill
Ice cream in our freezer — a better day
As the thoughts of a little girl fill
Gone is feeling fear that way

WWII.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Cm Csus4 Cm7 C
Rhythm: 67 –> 81 BPM
Recording: digital 15-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Keyboards and Synthesizers

I was listening to my mother being interviewed about her life. During World War II, she was a little girl (5 to 8-years-old.) After remembering all the shortages and difficulties, she recalled not having felt that fear again. The United States has felt safe and secure for the rest of her life.

During the war period, a horse drawn carriage would bring a block of ice for the refrigerator. It wasn’t until after the war that the family could get an electric refrigerator and freezer for ice cream.

December 7, 1941 — “a date which will live in infamy,” President Franklin D. Roosevelt
“We shall never surrender,” Winston Churchill (4 June 1940)

The music turned out to be inspired by Pink Floyd’s The Wall.

From the album Eschatology
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderOperation Meetinghouse

Operation Meetinghouse Songwriting
Operation Meetinghouse Songwriting

Operation Meetinghouse Music Video.mp4

Operation Meetinghouse.mp3

LYRICS
Claiming it’s a message sent from the Gods
Jets of flaming napalm globs
What are the odds
Of killing kids and creating angry mobs

Chorus
What we’re doing really does stink
I mean… come on… don’t ya really think?
I’m not good with a nod and a wink
And, when it comes to freedom — I won’t blink!

Dropping bombs and burning babies
Well, only if God’s from hell
War crimes? There’s no maybes
You’re killing kids and creating a nasty smell

Chorus

(Ya see, I take “Don’t Tread On Me” seriously)

ABOUT THE SONG
E7 Esus
D6 Esus
Esus E7

A song inspired by the anniversary of Operation Meetinghouse. On March 10, 1945, the USA bombed Tokyo:
“The bombs were mostly the 500-pound E-46 cluster bombs which released 38 napalm-carrying M-69 incendiary bomblets at an altitude of 2,000–2,500 ft. The M-69s punched through thin roofing material or landed on the ground; in either case they ignited 3–5 seconds later, throwing out a jet of flaming napalm globs.”

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
Part of The Beatless Sense Mongers’ Freedom Experiments
by Daniel Brouse