ABOUT THE SONG
Phew, thank God! A song about love. It’s also about time. Written on the boulders of Saint Peter’s Village in Pennsylvania (in the Springtime.)
Capo 6
Play as a C chord, then lift third string, return to C, add pinky to 5th
LYRICS
Travelin’ back
There’s no need for a time machine
Travelin’ back
Rollin’ up the consciousness stream
Upstream
To the top of the hill
A southern breeze dodges the trees
Taking away the water’s chill
Livin’ heaven’s dream
The Season of Passion
Eve takes a bite from Cupid’s apple
The passion fruit blossoms
The wind will enable
And, scatter their sum some
Until the current brings us back
To where we started from
Though never a big league ball player, I do enjoy playing the All-American-Past-Time from time-to-time. The one thing that does come to mind is when a youngster is on base… and a bigger fellow hits a home run. You can yell, “Run to first.” You can yell, “Run to second.” You can yell, “Run to third.” However, if you yell, “Run home” you run the risk that the lad will do just that. Thus, the name of the song *Fourth Base*
ADDITIONAL LYRICS
You Might find it funny
But, you’re already home
There ya go strutting down the street
Always in search of your comfort zone
You don’t need to beat an easy feat
You’re never alone if you’re always at home
It’s within your reach… you don’t need to roam
You may find it funny, but you’re already home
No need to reach
No need to roam
Self teach
No moan
You might find it funny, but you’re already home
ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — vocals, guitar
The song was written and recorded in Ambler and West Chester, Pennsylvania on an 8-track digital recorder. 1 track was used for guitar. 2 tracks were used for a stereo vocal track. 3 tracks were used for individual backing vocals. 2 tracks were used to create a stereo master mix.
The inspiration for the guitar lick and the lyrics came from the vibe of the people passing by.
Capo 6
Play an Em on the 11th fret… and let your finger wander.
ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — vocals, guitar and noises
Toucan the Singing Bird-dog — noises
Written and recorded in West Chester, PA on an 8-track digital recorder. It was St. Patrick’s Day… and West Chester rocks all day and night every March 17. This one was in 2012.
The voices within want let out
Listen with your heart
(If you want to) hear what it’s about
Reach out to your inner voice
Exercise your reason of choice
The voices within are calling you, calling you
The voices within are whispering, whispering
The voices within are calling you, calling you
Let me out, let me out, let me out!
The voices within want let out
Join in with your part
Form a choir and start
I was driving by Ryan Dunn’s final stop… when this song came to me:
Who woulda thunk
I’d find my glory
Pushin’ up day’s ease?
Dandelions and daffodils
The only things footin’ my bills
Jesus, I’m pushing up daisies
The life I drunk
Is my story
While in heaven
The task I’m given
Is pushing up daisies
Nope. I can’t be lazy
Too late to be crazy
So, won’t ya please
Bring me a daisy
I’ll push it up for you
Sprouting life into view
May I bring you a dream scene
You might have thought me dead
Instead… let it be said:
I’m just laying about these trees
Praying for yor’ day’s ease
ABOUT THE SONG
I’m happy to say, I got to know Ryan Dunn. This song came to me through the spirit that remains. Now, that Spring has come to the place where is life came to an end… the burn and scar are healing. And, it’s a funny thing about spring… how life sprouts up. So, while I was attempting to identify with the spirit… a humorous point-of-view came through… about how he lives on and hopes to push up some daisies for us. Ya, know? Have a holiday on him… a Spring Break… a few days ease 🙂
Written and recorded in West Chester Borough and West Goshen Township, Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Daniel — guitar, vocals, piano (with added whistling and tomfoolery by special request)
Blues variations.
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E / G / E / A / E
E / B / G / A / E
tard time
… kim and i…
time to tard it up
kim and dan being retarded…
on the fly and drinking 7up
Kimmy kimmy coco puff,
tard .
kind-of ruff.
… and a little tough.
she’s toaking, smoking…
a toaken of appreciation.
and, a mongaloidian celebration…
re, re, re retarding
put on the music…
you call this music…?
put on the music
let’s turn it up, up, up
dan… dan… dan the man.
if he can’t play it, no one can.
put it in the song, dude
put it in the song.
this is too much work by far.
i’m at the bar.
this is taking way too long,
you call this work?
jerk
woah, dude, i gotta work tomorrow
this is just wrong
what happened to your beer?
my beer?
you’re drinking it..
you’re a fucking trip
gooey
not too cheesy
na… she’s not sleezy
you’re not right
you’re not right
i left?
a triumphant tard time?
no this is Victory!
… just proving the point
this joint was built for tard time…
ta, ta, ta, tard time
tar, tar, tar, tard timing
tar, tar, tar, tard timing…
a mongaloidian celebration…
tards rhyming…
a mongaloidian celebration…
retardation…
a mongaloidian celebration…
retard nation…
a mongaloidian celebration…
liberation…
outside the box…
cunning fox…
a mongaloidian celebration…
ABOUT
This song concept and lyrics started… then, found themselves at the Victory Brewing Company in Downingtown, Pennsylvania, USA. From there, the tard timing machine traveled through the West Chester music scene.
Through the use of technology, the Tards bring you music made by humans using machines and tools. The entire song was created using free software found on the Internet.
Vocals
The lyrics were input into the voice synthesizer software program *Voice Mix Studio 4*
The Beats
The beats were created using the DubStep Studio website. DubStep Studio for the Tard Timing Song
Black clouds rollin’ in
There’s an evil wind a blowin’
And, I ask again:
Why spoil the soul
With awful?
In the long run
It’ll take it’s toll
Anti-fun never won
Prove the fool your roll
The AnthonE Calamity
This song was written on-the-fly after Joel Roberts tuned the guitar to play one of his songs. I left it tuned that way and tried to play. Performed on the streets of West Chester, PA.
This song is based on Hurricane Irene. I was suppose to play a Bob Marley festival… but, it was canceled due to Atlantic City being under a mandatory evacuation. When I explained my situation to a fan, he said, “Irene’s a bitch.”
Hurricane Irene
Capo 4
F#
Ole Lady leery
Left her lantern in the shed
When the how kicked it over
She winked her I and said,
“If ya know what i mean
My names Irene
Gonna be gnarly
Sorry, no Marely.”
So, we played all night
Into the day
Play, play, play
We played into the rain
The spirit will remain
A tidal surge
Irie sea
Love splurge
See irie
Rainbow
Know
What do you dread?
A raccoon in (your) bed?
I yelled, “Hey!
What’s going on?”
I thought “Say,
The End is upon?”
Hey! Say,
The End is upon?
Time?
Virginia 5.9
Did ya quake? Did ya shake?
As your life flashes
‘fo your eyes
Was it fake?
