This is a very important song, I'm glad you have brought light to these very vital social issues in this day and age. Ha ha, that pick-up tho! The instrumental actually sounds pretty good here a nice bass sound and everything. Using that harp again! This is actually a good track, of course you go all the way with the lyrics here ha ha, "I'll be doing what your fingers used to do". It works...

In Your Pooper (A Song About Anal Sex) Eau Claire MIx

recorded and produced in Tijeras NM 2017
all tracks arranged and performed by Sad Planet

LYRICS:
Cuz im an easy kill
you want to test me
cuz im an easy kill
you think your above me

so, my heart aches for something long since dead
but it hurts
no matter how i tell it to stop
i burn

heaven can  you hear me?
all of those memories...
bring them all back
those lifetimes
bring them all back

no, they cant be gone
i'm digging in the sand
where did my life go?

i have to reach you

cuz im an easy kill
stretch into the stars at the speed of neon
not another sacrifice
we turned our brains on

we are granted life beyond a million years
aced the final step the worst we had were tears

so, we can have this if we all stop looking right
or left
and just look up

and so, my heart aches for something long since dead
but it hurts, no matter what i tell it to do

and so, just look up
i have to reach you

Easy Kill

I think this boat is leaving way too fast 
Set the sails and dropping with a splash 
With a crash you crack with whiplash 
Tramped in a desperate dash

I know my goal is somewhere out of here 
I know my goal is with a shining peer 
Up in dust as we disappear 
But the sky is so so clear

They say it rains in paradise 
So I don't have to think twice 
We just have to work together 
A little better

Northwestern's the way to be 
I say Northwestern's a way to be 
Northwestern skies to see 
I say Northwestern's a place to be 

The supercity doesn't sleep they go go 
Toronto, GTA, it all blow blows 
Tall buildings, loud voices, all for show 
This armpit would know

I'm a selective who I talk to you 
Because I smile doesn't mean I want to 
Take this discourse any further 
I don't mean to be so rude

Of course I'm not talking about you or you 
I've never really mentioned your value 
Secretly you mean so much to me  
You know I'll never tell you though 

It's all for show you know 
These words can never go 
To the general public or you 
What can I do?   

A Stone Hearts the way to be 
I say a Stone Hearts a way to be 
Stone Heart none to see 
I say Stone Hearts a way to be

Stay away unless I say say say so 
Something I'll never do 
Even if I think it think think think so 
You know I never do

The mole life is a way to be 
But no one will ever ever ever see 
You and your goals, silent shout 
So just peak up, the sun is out

So make your way 
We fade out anyway

Superior

Fuck off with that moustache 
fuck off with that moustache 
dali chevron horseshoes and handle bars
you don't look good in any of that 

ive never been a moustache man
with a moustach plan
never knew much myself about facial hair and for that i blame my dad
he was never a moustache man 
couldnt grow a beard
and theres nothing on my face 
and when there is it looks terrible i fear 

Fuck off with that moustache 
fuck off with that moustache 
pencil toothbrush pancho and handle bars
you don't look good in any of that 

ive never been a moustache man 
with a moustache plan 
window shopping at beard oil bazaars
and envying the grizzly types that sit at bars
I never was a moustach man
I couldn't grow a whisker 
broke my girls heart when she found out I couldn't grow a beard from the start

Fuck off with that moustache 
fuck off with that moustache 
Teddy Genghis Nietzsche and Mercury
they all looked good in all of that

Fuck off with that moustache 
fuck off with that moustache 
Charlie Chaplain Churchill and Dali
they all looked great in all of that

Fuck off with that moustache

We are rolling red pears along the road I say
The transitions calm and collected
like we're in an actor's play

Watch all the skies go gray
See the colour drain from our faces
watch the people run away
into the distance oh
Let all of us shoot and aim
Let us all play the game
Trying to survive at least for a while

It's such a shame
Why can't we stay
So many things lost in translation
I want the day
I can stay and make sure I'm not running away 
ever ever ever again

ever again

or lose my friend

i'll say it again

The skies are gray
We turn away
run into fog because it's better off than what that was

Run into Fog

I want to wake up covered in my guitars 
From a well mannered night playing to the stars 
On the stained rug, Electric Lady Land  
I head out after playing the Goldband  

I'll see what I saw in the movies 
The east coast skies are never gloomy 
Business coats pack on the sidewalk 
and nobody has the time to talk   

Good morning (morning) , New York (Yorkshire) 
Adoring (I'm snoring) , New York (Hardly)   

I want to be on a storefront TV 
Saying "good day" with a mannequin company 
and I'll be on a breakfast program 
Studio set behind where the crowd stand 
I'll perform like "your city's a wonder town" 
Jump cut to the landmarks all around  
Down the streets where Utada had walked 
To the clubs KISS, Ramones and Patti rocked 

Like pancakes at Grandma's 
Waffles, Sonic X and a plasma  
Lookin' at the synchronized studio 
Give me a tape to put it on video  

Good morning (morning) , New York (Yorkshire) 
Adoring (I'm snoring) , New York (Hardly)    
Concrete, shuffle feet, out by the sea 
Brooklyn bridge, by a smidge, not a place for me 

A New York minute is like going to Paris 
Pretty on a coffee mug but when you're there it's 
The dull grey illuminations not seen on the screen 
So until then I'll carry on my dream   

I ain't from a farm or a township 
But skyscrapers are foregin to me 
America's beat-beat-beating heart 
You've watched the movie now you gotta see!  

Good morning (morning) , New York (Yorkshire) 
Adoring (I'm snoring) , New York (Hardly)     
Good morning (morning) , New York (Yorkshire) 
Adoring (I'm snoring) , New York (Hardly)

A New York Morning

Proud - Original

I was just a little boy, when the circus came to town.
I saw the bearded lady, in her nearly see through gown.
And I was just a little boy, when the circus came to town.
I peeked behind the curtain to see what could be found.
And I saw the bearded lady, perched upon her throne of gold.
She caught my eye and looked at me and this is what she told;

Judge not the bearded lady, by the hair on her face.
Doing so could be the start of your greatest mistake.
Don't you know that it's a freak show and we are the freaks.
Don't be judging one another by only what you see.

MIght be the strongest man alive that comes up next.
The wolf-boy, and siamese twins, how could we forget.
 I was just a little boy when the circus came to town.
I realized the freak show was not there, but all around.

Judge not the bearded lady, by the hair on her cheek.
Don't you know she's just like me and you and we're all freaks.
Don't you know that it's a freak show and we are the freaks!
Don't be judging another by only what you see.

(c) 2018 Strayed From The Path

The Ballad of the Bearded Lady

These questions
theyre silly to me 
these imaginings
these ideals you see 
theyre useless 
to you and me 
i thought that 
books would set me free

These Questions

An original guitar instrumental tune
Yamaha LS16, Fender Baja Telecaster, Cort Action PJ, Yamaha THR10c, Zoom R8, Reaper, Addictive Drums

aux8

2018

Let Go

Telling it like it is on the shores of the big Chip.  Be free my brothers and sisters!

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