bookmark_borderI Ran

I Ran Recording Session
I Ran Recording Session

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

I Ran Music Video.mp4

I Ran.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
D7/D6 G/G9
C/C7
C/CM7

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Flaming Napalm Globs
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderTaxman

Taxman Music Video.mp4

Taxman ReMix.mp3

Taxman Live.mp3

Coversong originally made famous by The Beatles
Written by George Harrison and released as the opening track on the Beatles’ 1966 album Revolver.

Taxman Recording Session
Taxman Recording Session

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

Taxman (Alt. Version).mp3

bookmark_borderThis Ain’t a Scene (Arms Race)

Originally made famous by Fall Out Boy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

This Ain’t A Scene.mp3

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

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

bookmark_borderI Am What I Am

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!]

I Am What I Am Part 3.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
A C

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderThis End Up

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!

This End Up Songwriting
This End Up Songwriting

This End Up Music Video.mp4

 

ABOUT THE SONG
D C
D C E A

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderIn Your Spring

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

In Your Spring.mp3

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

bookmark_borderSympathy For The Devil

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

Sympathy For The Devil.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderDefine Divine

Define Divine.mp3

LYRICS
What do I love about you
Let me count the ways
More ways than I’ve days

When you whisper in my ear
Everything turns clear
You send shivers up my spine
The one they call divine

Chorus

The way you make the sunshine make me feel so fine
The spark of life spirit rife overcoming strife

Chorus

When you whisper in my ear
Everything turns clear
Hairs standing on end
Lovin’ the message you send

(lyrical improv.)

ABOUT THE SONG
D G A
C A

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderThe Train Kept a Rollin

by Tiny Bradshaw
original rock n’ roll version by Johnny Burnette & the Rock N Roll Trio (Tiny Bradshaw, Howie Kay & Lois Mann)
also made famous by the Yardbirds and Aerosmith

           E7             E
I caught a train, I met a dame. 
          E7                       E
She was a hepster, and a real gone dame. 
        A
She was pretty, from New York City. 
       E
And we trucked on down that ol' fair lane. 
        B7             A
With a "heave!" and a "ho!" 
        E7                    E
Well, I just couldn't let her go. 

     E7    E
Get along, sweet little woman, 
     E7    E
Get along, better be on your way. 
     A
Get along, sweet little woman, 
     E7    E
Get along, better be on your way. 
        B7             A
With a "heave!" and a "ho!" 
        E7                    E
Well, I just couldn't let her go. 

          E7           E       E7
Well, the train kept a-rollin' all night long.
                 E       E7           
The train kept a-rollin' all night long. 
    A
The train kept a-movin' all night long. 
    E7           E       E7
The train kept a-rollin' all night long. 
        B7             A
With a "heave!" and a "ho!" 
        E7                    E
Well, I just couldn't let her go. 

Owwwh! 

solo

Owwwh! 

Giddy-yup. 

Oowwh. 

          E7          E
We made a stop in Albuquerque. 
              E7                 E
She must have thought that I's a real gone jerk. 
               A
We got off the train at El Paso, 
    E7                          E
Our lovin' was so good, Jack, I couldn't let her go. 
     B7            A                     E
Get along, well, I just couldn't let her go. 

     E7    E
Get along, sweet little woman, 
     E7    E
Get along, better be on your way. 
     A
Get along, sweet little woman, 
     E7    E
Get along, better be on your way. 
        B7             A
With a "heave!" and a "ho!" 
        E7                    E
Well, I just couldn't let her go. 

          E7           E       E7
Well, the train kept a-rollin' all night long.
                 E       E7           
The train kept a-rollin' all night long. 
    A
The train kept a-movin' all night long. 
    E7           E       E7
The train kept a-rollin' all night long. 
        B7             A
With a "heave!" and a "ho!" -oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh. 

The Train Kept A Rollin Music Video.mp4

ABOUT THE SONG
Daniel — Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderSnow Job

Snow Job Music Video.mp4

Snow Job.mp3

LYRICS
Just another blowhard
Working a snow job
Pulling wool over eyes
Propagating big lies
The facts smacked… the truth marred
Morality robbed… enraged mob

Lying about
Laying about
Don’t you think it’s just about a total white-out?

Just another blowhard
Working a snow job
Time you’re cut down to size
And, said your goodbyes
Your opinions are forever barred
Please! Stop making our heads throb

You send shivers up my spine… you’re that cold
If the story be told,
Your ill will
Is like my tongue getting stuck to an icicle

Writing and Recording *Snow Job*
Writing and Recording *Snow Job*

ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 2
E A7
D6 A7 E

Daniel — Guitar, Vocals

From the album Skin Of Your Teeth
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderRebel-rouser

Rebel-rouser ReMix.mp3

LYRICS
You, you rebel-rouser
You push buttons (Yes, you do)
More than life’s browser
Finger in the eye (I) of the gluttons

Yes, you, you rebel-rouser
Attempt to arouse
A fashion of compassion
Revolution revelation

Get people up to their ears
In up in arms
Until actualization of fears
Yields to concern for alarms

ABOUT THE SONG
F Bb
F C Bb F

127 Beat Per Minute / 16 Beat

Daniel — Vocals, Backing Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers, Controllers and a Computer

From the album Enlarged To Show Texture
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderRefugee

Refugee Music Video Production
Refugee Music Video Production

Refugee Music Video.mp4

Refugee ReMix.mp3

LYRICS
Where are the people?
Seeking refuge from the steeple
When will they realize?
See all the people
Seeking refuge under steeple?
It’s The End… surprise!

Will we rise
To the occasion?
Immortalize
Homo sapien?

7 plus billion
Earthling refugees
Trying to flea.
Plight — oblivion
Obviously,
Caused by you and me… we

Will we see
Our self-destruction?
Can we be?
Humanity surrection

ABOUT THE SONG
C D Em
C D Em Bm7
Bm7 Em

Daniel — Vocals, Backing Vocals, whistling Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers, Controllers and a Computer

A stereo 3-track live mix

From the album Enlarged To Show Texture
by Daniel Brouse