LYRICS
Rastafari
Safari
On the Rastafari safari
Rastafari!
Some sort-of spiritual endeavor
That’s going to last for ever and ever
A spiritual endeavor
That’s going to last for ever
Gonna kill you with love
Rastafari safari
Rastafari safari
Rastafarian reptilian
A spiritual endeavor
There’s no responsibility for me
No! Not ever
Rastafari
Do you know why they call it dread
Dread not
Dread locked
Dread not
Lively up yourself don’t be no dread now
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Reggae Music
Chords: D D9 F#m7
Rhythm: 130 BPM Country Shuffle and Swing Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo / recorded live
A song about killing the spirit in an effort to find spirituality.
Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)
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Which came first the chicken or the egg
What’s the price we pay? Arm or leg?
How could the chicken cross the road
If it didn’t proceed
Why would a chicken cross the road
How would we ever know
Which came first the chicken or the egg
What’s the price we pay? Arm or leg?
I don’t get the yoke
But that’s the way the egg rolls
I don’t get the yoke
Which came first the chicken or the egg
What’s the price we pay? Arm or leg?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Why did the chicken cross the road
Oh, why
Did Chicken Little fear a falling sky
Which came first the chicken or the egg
What’s the price we pay? Arm or leg?
I tell ya it’s cut throat
Chances are remote
Why did the chicken cross the road
Knowledge overload
Or knowledge underlaod
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Am G F / F Em Dm / C Dm
Rhythm: 116 BPM / Reggae #1 and Two Step
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS The End is coming
The only thing to fear is how near
The End is coming
There is no sense in running
The only thing to fear is how near
From the moment you’re born
You’re soon to learn
The only for certain
Is that I am
Marching
To some different drumming
We’re all marching
Toward the end that’s coming
Oh, my, my
We’re all gonna die
The End is coming
Only need fear how near
The only clarity
When it comes to certainty
Is the end is coming
So the only thing to fear is how near
The older you get the more it becomes clear
The only thing to fear is how near
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E7 E Em
Rhythm: 104 BPM / Reggae #2 and Country Swing
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
The bubbles rise
They float…
To the top
Then, they pop!
When they get there
They’re at home in the air
The bubbles rise
They float…
To the top
Then, they pop!
Bubbling
Bubbling toward the surface
And, suffice to say
They take on a new birth
In the atmosphere of Earth
The bubbles float…
To the top
Then, they pop!
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em7 C9 Gsus4
Rhythm: 98 BPM / Reggae #1 and Country Swing
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
Does anybody share the care
Is anybody there
Do you care to share
Does anybody anywhere share the care
Please let me know you’re out there
Do you have a concern about the level of care
That you can see anyone anywhere share
Or is it just all wrapped up in selfish
Selfish like some sort-of shellfish
The happy clam that I am
Don’t you think it would be fair
If we all learned to share the care
Don’t you think it would be alright
If we all gained some insight
Saw the light
See the light
Be the light
“We” the light
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Am Asus4 A7sus4
Rhythm: 112 BPM / Ska and Bossa Nova #2
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Dm C / C Am Dm
Rhythm: 112 BPM / Reggae #2 and Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
I couldn’t have seen
I couldn’t have foreseen
The scene
If you could have foreseen
The scene
This scene
Ya know what I mean
We deem what we mean
We deemed we were mean
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em Bm A
Rhythm: 116 BPM / Reggae #1 and Swing Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
I heard on Christmas Day you can feel
It’s the real deal
I heard on Christmas Day you can feel
It’s the real deal
The act of kindness comes upon us
And for at least one day
We find a way
To be kind
It comes to mind
On Christmas Day
I heard on Christmas Day you can feel
It’s the real deal
You can see humanity
See a human being humane
Slightly humane
It doesn’t just remain slightly
You can see humanity spreading growing like a weed
And, we’d appreciate if at least on Christmas Day
You’d find a way to say
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
On Christmas Day
I heard ’em say
I know it’s true
On Christmas Day for me and you
You can feel
It’s the real deal
I heard on Christmas Day you can feel
It’s the real deal
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: G Gaug G6
Rhythm: 110 Beats Per Minute / Reggaw #1 and Swing Reggae
Recording: 1-track digital stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
This is a soundcheck… for a reggae sort-a thing… that will be extemporaneous
We’ve made it this far
Rather combine forces and become a star
We’ve made it this far
The I in the I
And the you in you, too
We…
We can determine destiny
Or, so they say
We’ve made it this far
Combine become a star
Become the star you know you are
We’ve made it this far
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em7 Em
Rhythm: 100 BPM / Ambient #1 and Swing Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
When you sing Christmas carols in your native tongue
I feel the Earth is as one
Heartfelt moment
It’s a heartfelt moment
First, my spirit went silent
Then, it skipped a beat
When you throw out conceit…
When you throw out defeat…
Heartfelt moment
Wait a minute
No, don’t wait a minute
I feel your spirit
Not only can I hear it
I feel it
Deep within
Heartfelt moment
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em E D6 E7sus4
Rhythm: 90 BPM / Ambient #1 and Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Inspired by a friend singing Christmas carols in Thai.
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
Orientation deprivation
This end up
This end down
Turn around
Fragile! Handle with care
Orientation deprivation
This end up
This end down
Whatever you do don’t spin it round and round and round
Are you aware
Handle with care
Beware
Handle with care
Orientation deprivation
In a situation
You don’t know which way is up
How can you lift your cup
If you don’t know which way is up
How can you raise your cup
If you don’t know which way is up?
Orientation deprivation
You don’t know which way is up
Orientation deprivation
You don’t know which way is down
Can’t seem to look around
A nation of orientation deprivation
What’s in your head
Something embedded
More than just a taint of faint
Orientation deprivation
I don’t know which way is up
How can I lift my cup
Raise my glass in some kind of toast
To say you’re the most
How can I lift my cup
If I don’t know which way is up?
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em G Bdim
Rhythm: 129 BPM / Broadway and Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Melodica, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
Boy! Boy, what are you doing over there?
Please move out of the light so we can see delight
Boy, what are you doing over there
Are you aware…
You’re standing in the light
Are you aware when you stand right there
You make a better door than window
Ya know it’s hard to see in your shadow
Boy, what are you doing over there?
Are you aware…
You cast a shadow. You know?
And, I can’t see clearly
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
I found out
Standing in your shadow
Boy, what are you doing over there
You’re casting a shadow on what we know
Ya know?
So, please, please, please if you might move so slight
To the left or the right
Let in the light
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em7 G
Rhythm: 132 BPM / Jive and Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: F FM7 Dm7 F9
Rhythm: 120 BPM / Reggae 2 and Pop Reggae
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
LYRICS
May I say, happy holiday? Can you tell me, “How do you like your turkey?”
Our recipe for catastrophe:
Now, somehow Moscow resides on both sides
In France, they’re doing the (anti)terror dance
Invoking the Kremlin gremlin
The Kremlin gremlin provoking a turkey basting
Are you telling me I am the delicacy? Noooo… I don’t wanna be in the recipe!
Too many cooks in the kitchen… too many kooks in the kitchen
And, here I am sayin’, “I need a die-a-gram”
All the while up to their ears in Syria diarrhea
Some sick Islamic
Don’t ya think that’ll stink?
Leave it up to their fears in Syria diarrhea
You ISIS? I is not ISIS
No Boca Raton killing marathon
While Al-Shabaab rape n’ rob
Run as fast as you can from the Taliban
Oh my gawd! No Jihad
Please read the Qur’an agin’
Is that what is meant? The Qur’an is based on the New Testament… which is based on the Old Testament. We’re all on top of the same base-meant.
And, here I am, “I need a die-a-gram”
The Saudi’s out of Yemen
Can I get an Amen?
They ran from Iran
More than a crack in Iraq
Now who’s gettin’ in
Na, na, na not China
And, here I am, “I need a die-a-gram”
What’s left of the leftovers? What’s the deal with this holiday meal? I’ve been rooked… the turkey’s over-cooked! What else can I say on Thanksgiving Day?
Die-a-gram for Over-cooked Turkey
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Ab Bb Bbsus4 Bbaug
Rhythm: 174 BPM / Reggae x2 machines
Recording: digital 1-track stereo
A song about what is going on in the world for Thanksgiving 2015.
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)
