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LYRICS
If you want off to a good start
Get yourself a bright light-heart
Lighthearted
Easy way to help the human race
Putting a smile upon your face
Lighthearted
Lamenting gloom parted
Lighthearted started
Lighthearted
Please, before you are departed
Don’t let your love go uncharted
Lighthearted
ABOUT THE SONG
C Am
C G Am
Am G
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals, Whistling
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
What if we already are
On a deserted island
All ya can see
Is an enormous sea
Of ignoramus
Ohhh God bless
(What a mess)
Sound too bizarre
Really?
By how far
Do you understand
Will we be the sea I see?
Eventually,
Will it become of you and me
I mean… we
An inevitability
That me and you
Will be drowning, too
What if we really are
On a deserted island…
Deserted Island Music Video.mp4
ABOUT THE SONG
E7sus4 E7
A7 A7addf
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
It’s awful hard not to regret
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
But, please don’t forget
When you fall on your behind
You’ll find
Better off leaving the past behind
When it breaks ’cause it can’t bend
The fracture won’t likely mend
So, leave the fractured past
For the future… at long last
Better than if they said,
“You’re dead.”
ABOUT THE SONG
Em Bm7
Em add F#
C A Em
Em/E
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
Can ya tell me what you’re gonna do
When mean ole Grim comes coming after you
Who’s gonna be your brother’s keeper
After you’re the harvest of ole Mr. Reaper
What will become of your soul
Once your body’s not whole
He ain’t fickle with that sharp sickle
Like the slice of knife with his deadly scythe
Brings’ an end with no mend to your precious life
The End — when the flow won’t even trickle
ABOUT THE SONG
E D A E
E/F# Eadd9
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards and Synthesizers
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
Is it just pie in the sky
Or, have we come full circle?
Getting to the end proving to be hysterical?
Concerning circles, ellipses or spheres
Have no fears!
Irrational number
Representation never ends and never settles
Count to the end and never, ever slumber
The details are full of the devils
Figurin’ makes ya mental
The number’s irrational
Ain’t coincidental
Feels supernatural
Throw on an “I scream”
For Pi à la mode
Decimal reaching into dream
Sweet geometrical mother lode
Your body of work
Such a perfect figure
You’re…
Clarity through the murk
Like a Prince turning into a symbol
π providing answers quite ample
π the answer to why
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 2
Em A7
D6 A7 Em
Em C
A song about Pi written on 3 14 15. Pi (π) = 3.14159265359
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
Just like hiccups that just won’t stop
It’s enough to send your over the top
Too trite… can’t quite
Repetitive narrative
Can’t quite… too trite
Repetitive narrative
Just like poison ivy is a bitch
Just can’t seem to scratch that itch
Oh the moan from a broken bone
Agony’s found a new home
ABOUT THE SONG
E A G A
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
Originally made famous by Stealers Wheel
Written by Gerry Rafferty and Joe Egan
D Well I don't know why I came here tonight D I got the feeling that something ain't right G7 I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair D And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs A Clowns to the left of me C G D Jokers to the right, here I am Stuck in the middle with you The second verse is: Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you And I'm wondering what it is I should do It's so hard to keep this smile from my face Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right Here I am, Stuck in the middle with you. Bridge: G7 Well you started out with nothing and you're proud that you're a D Self made man G7 And your friends, they all come crawlin, slap you on the back and say D A7 Please.... Please..... Third Verse: Trying to make some sense of it all But I can see that it makes no sense at all Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor Cause I don't think that I can take anymore Clowns... (Instrumental Verse) (Bridge) (Repeat first verse)
DR0000_0809-Stuck-In-The-Middle.mp3
ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
Hard to believe the pace
Of our latest arms race
Russia, Iraq, Afghanistan
Not really sure which wars we’re in?
Ukraine, Syria, Iran…
You reign? Seriously, I ran
Where to begin….
Russia rushing in
For crying out loud
While all the while Putin actin’ proud
Crimea Annexation
Cry me a river (exasperation!)
Unbelievable human race
Gonna leave us without a trace
Spreading like Malaria in Nigeria
I’s is in hysteria
Isis and Boko Haram
Teenage hostage harem
ABOUT THE SONG
D7/D6 G/G9
C/C7
C/CM7
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse
Coversong originally made famous by The Beatles
Written by George Harrison and released as the opening track on the Beatles’ 1966 album Revolver.
Verse:
D7 D7#9 D7
Let me tell you how it will be
D7 D7#9 D7
There’s one for you nineteen for me
C7 G7#9 D7
‘Cos I’m the taxman Yeah I’m the taxman
Verse:
Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cos I’m the taxman Yeah I’m the taxman
D
If you drive a truck I’ll tax the street
C
If you try to fix it I’ll tax your seat
D
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat
C D
If you take a walk I’ll tax your feet TAXMAN!
C G7#9 D
‘Cos I’m the taxman Yeah I’m the taxman
Verse:
Don’t ask me what I want it for (ah ah, Mr. Wilson)
If you don’t want to pay some more (ah ah, Mr. Heath)
‘Cos I’m the taxman Yeah I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die (TAXMAN!)
Declare the pennies on your eyes (TAXMAN!)
‘Cos I’m the taxman Yeah I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
Originally made famous by Fall Out Boy
Written by Pete Wentz ane Patrick Stump
Am Am
I am an arms dealer,
E E
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
Am Am
And don't really care which side wins,
E
As long as the room keeps singing.
E
That's just the business I'm in.
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E E
I'm not a shoulder to cry on,
But, I digress.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate, yeah.
Am
Am Am
I wrote the gospel on giving up.
(You look pretty sinking,)
E E
But the real bombshells have already sunk.
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
Am Am
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep.
E
Crashing not like hips or cars,
E
No, more like p-p-p-parties.
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E
Bandwagon's full,
E
Please, catch another.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate.
F Am E Am F C E E
Am
Am
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
E
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough;
E
Sing, until your lungs give out.
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
E E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
(Now you.)
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
E E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
Am Am
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
E E
This ain't a scene, it’s a god damn arms race.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate.
Am
I'm a leading man,
F C
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
E
Oh-so intricate.
E Am
ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards and Synthesizers
From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
Part of The Beatless Sense Mongers’ Freedom Experiments
by Daniel Brouse
Operation Meetinghouse Music Video.mp4
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
LYRICS
I think I always knew…
“What you do turns into you.”
I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.
Do ya know what I mean?
No ghost in this machine
Don’t hesitate
To…
Live every moment
Let life ferment
Add some spice
n’ make it nice
Forget berate
The trait of hate
Puttin’ a dent
In back rent
And, paying love forward
Thank you, Lord!
[And, praying love forward
Thank you, Lord!]
ABOUT THE SONG
A C
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
The longer you wait the harder the climb
The longer you wait the shorter your time
How can you get to heaven
When you’re not even breathin’?
The longer you wait — procrastinate
The closer your date to lying in state
How can you get to heaven
When you’re not even breathin’?
After you’re dead what can be said
The path laid is where you’re led
How can you get to heaven
When you’re not even breathin’?
Breath in!
ABOUT THE SONG
D C
D C E A
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse
LYRICS
Here’s the thing
In your spring
You can bring
Most anything
To life
… or not… Lot’s wife?
To spring forth
Give birth
Spring forward
Leap of faith
Don’t doubt
n’ look back
Or, alas
Pillar of salt
The spring in your walk
The extra mile smile
The thought in your talk
Sense of humor all the while
No, don’t bother
Don’t look back
Looking forward
Staying on track
ABOUT THE SONG
A
1 fret down slide up to A
A G
In the Bible, the wife of Lot is a figure first mentioned in Genesis 19. The Book of Genesis describes how she became a pillar of salt after she looked back at Sodom.
“Flee for your life! Do not look behind you, nor stop anywhere in the Plain; flee to the hills, lest you be swept away.”
Lot’s wife looked back, and was turned into a pillar of salt.
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse
originally made famous by The Rolling Stones
written by Mick Jagger and credited to Jagger/Richards
E D
Please allow me to introduce myself
A E
I'm a man of wealth and taste
E D
I've been around for a long, long year
A E
Stole many a man's soul and faith
E D
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
A E
Had his moment of doubt and pain
D
Made damn sure that Pilate
A E
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
B
Pleased to meet you
E
Hope you guess my name
B
But what's puzzling you
A E
Is the nature of my game
E D
I stuck around St. Petersburg
A E
When I saw it was a time for a change
D
Killed the Czar and his ministers
A E
Anastasia screamed in vain
E
I rode a tank
D
Held a general's rank
A
When the Blitzkrieg raged
E
And the bodies stank
B
Pleased to meet you
E
Hope you guess my name
B
But what's puzzling you
A E
Is the nature of my game
E
I watched with glee
D
While your kings and queens
A
Fought for ten decades
E
For the Gods they made
E
I shouted out
D
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
A
When after all
E
It was you and me
E D
Let me please introduce myself
A E
I'm a man of wealth and taste
D
And I laid traps for troubadours
A E
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
B
Pleased to meet you
E
Hope you guess my name
B
But what's puzzling you
A E
Is the nature of my game
oh yeah, get down, baby
solo
B
Pleased to meet you
E
Hope you guess my name
B
But what's puzzling you
A E
Is the nature of my game
E D
Just as every cop is a criminal
A E
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
D
Just call me Lucifer
A E
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
E
So if you meet me
D
Have some courtesy
A E
Have some sympathy, and some taste
D
Use all your well-learned politesse
A E
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
B
Pleased to meet you
E
Hope you guess my name
B
But what's puzzling you
A E
Is the nature of my game
um baby, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals
From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse