LYRICS
Perhaps some sort-of bumble going on in the jungle
When I looked at the end of my arm
I could see a mirror looking back at me
Ohhh, I think I get it
The conspiracy is me
1,2,3
A conspiracy of me
Ohhh, yeah… I’m starting to see
The conspiracy is me
The conspiracy in me
What the difference between you and me
And we
If you’re talking about the conspiracy in me
ABOUT THE SONG
Dm Dm7 DmM7 Dmadd9 Dmb5/ Reggae 2 90 Beats Per Minute
Daniel — Vocals, Synthesizers
Production And Engineering — Live 1-track stereo recording. Casio WK-3500, MicroKorg, Alesis controller/laptop/Korg software, DigiTech vocal effects, clean vocals through a Sennheiser microphone, Beringer mixboard and Tascam digital recorder.
Recording Studio
Album notes for the yet to be completed concept album… haa… sorry, I mumble about the bungle of The Jungle.
Look up to the sky… please tell me
It’s a mumble
Why’d we bungle the jungle?
oh you ask oh why they foul the sky
they mumble why they fouled the jungle
look up to the sky
what do you see
please tell me
It’s a mumble why the bungle of the jungle
You mumble why you bumble the jungle?
—-
The bungle
The jungle
When I ask people why you foul the sky
’cause I wonder why
It’s just a mumble
Why bungle the jungle
When you look into the sky
Does it make you want to cry
Does it make you wonder why
When I was why
When you ask why
When we ask why
There’s a stumble on the words
A mumble of words
Why the bungled jungle
Destruction
From your construction
Of your mumbled bumbled ways
Twhat did you say
I C’nt hear you
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soundcheck
starts with instrumental F# ambient atmosphere… F# F#m … Daug… and… when we kick in, it’s reggae at 80 beats per minute
Daniel — Vocals, Synthesizers
Production And Engineering — Live 1-track stereo recording. Casio WK-3500, MicroKorg, Alesis controller/laptop/Korg software, DigiTech vocal effects, clean vocals through a Sennheiser microphone, Beringer mixboard and Tascam digital recorder.
LYRICS
Check, check…
Check this out
This is a song
It’s the soundcheck for the song
That we’re hoping to call “the party”
It’s a ska tune at 128 beats per minute
We’re working with this new Vox effects… pedal thing… we got it kinda for free at Sam Ash… it’s called the Vox Tone Lab… and it’s like C
If you wanna be free… the boogie… and, just doesn’t do it for we
Children going round and round
It’s getting down, down, down
To me
To me
Once we put the other further
Less and less will suffer
I can feel you….
And, you can, too
Then, you can see
You contribute to me
And, I to you, too
And, we sing in harmony
Once we see harmony
Harm no me
When you get down to the bass
The bass in the lower space
The bass takes over the lower space
The mid’s in middle
Not much of a riddle
Once the pieces fall together
(Feels natural)
Don’t ask why
Don’t let the middle pass by
And, the high
For you and I
When you get down to the bass
The basics
Of the music
Don’t let the high pass by
Once you get down to the basics
Of the music
It’s not a riddle of the middle
The basics of the music
It was originally titled the Party because of political parties… but, I forgot that part once the soundcheck started. I liked the soundcheck enough to just keep it. Anyway, it’s more about getting the parts of music together rather than governments. What the heck, feel free to take it either way.
Made In America (USA)
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards and Synthesizers… new Vox Tonelab on one of the vocal mics (live simultaneous 1-track stereo recording)
LYRICS
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
Creating a brand new beat
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
A beat to get ’em off their seat
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
With a groove to make ’em move
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
Move as though nothing to prove
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
Creating a brand new beat
If you’re feelin’ good n’ ready
We’ll try to keep the rhythm steady
A beat to get ’em on their feet
LYRICS
Would you consider me a loon
If I insist we’re living on the moon
Can’t I see that’s lunacy?
Yet we won’t believe in reality
The Earth’s getting hot, hot, hot
Before you know it, we’ll be not
It’s not surprising
The temperatures rising
Is all logic forgot?
What kind-of ticket have we bought
Time we take some giant steps
To our balance there are checks
Yup, giant steps are what we take
If we could only awake
Yup, giant steps are what we take
Leaps and bounds from the fake
142 Beats Per Minute / Reggae (with some inspiration from the Police song “Walking On The Moon”)
The song is about the human race not taking responsibility for global warning and other “real life” man-made atrocities… while getting all wrapped up in make-believe and conspiracies.
Written and recorded West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania, USA.
LYRICS
You thought that one day you’d save
It’s just one day closer to your grave
I hope it’s not a grave… mistake
Mama told you… you had to learn how to behave
And you’re just step… one step closer to your grave
… one day closer to your grave
(Jam)
Do you want to be on the lathe
Everyday a little more shave, shave, shave
As you get one day closer to your grave
Could be a grave mistake
Think that you want to save, save, save, save
Save the day?
One step closer to your grave
So what?
Don’t let it drive you nuts
One day closer
One day closer to your….
(Bass Jam)
Less you become your own slave
You’ve only got so many days to behave
And you’re the slave of how you behave
You’re just one day closer to your grave
One day closer… to your grave
Don’t let it be a grave mistake
Don’t let your life… don’t let it take, take, take
Your life away
Livin’ every day
No regret that it’s closer
Never forget one day closer
To your grave
It would be a grave mistake
LYRICS
It’s an age old question
When are you going to act your age?
If the phrase causes outrage
It’s not a matter of biding time
’till you become a sage
You don’t ever, ever have to act your age
You don’t need to turn the page
Who want’s to grow old together
I’d rather grow old never
So if that phrase causes outrage
You never have to act your age
Sure it’s a must
We’re all going to turn to dust
But until that time… I’m…
Going to live it up
Who wants to act their age
Except maybe if you are two
Once you get to be about three
You realize I’m me
By the time you reach four
You don’t wanna grow old no more
Once your five… just glad to be alive
If you’re living life in beige (time for color)
And you can’t even bare the days
Gotta stop acting your age
In fact, you should have outrage
How you ever gonna become a sage
Open the door… unlock your cage
Time to be. Set yourself free.
Come on, come on dance with me
Everything is beautiful through the eyes of innocence
As you were once
If you take my advice, you’ll do it twice
Alright!
The sea is turning different colors for me
The see is turning different colors for me
LYRICS
Are we going to let the sunshine in?
Without a doubt
Drive the shadows out
Are we going to let the sunshine in?
Begin a window bout about
Looking in
Looking out
