Monkeys Typing Shakespeare

You might think you can't sing
I bet you can hum
Pick up that old guitar
Have yourself a strum

No one's born a'knowing
Even you can win
Like the monkeys that type Shakespeare
and the angels that count pins

They never knew they couldn't
Just went right on and tried
If folks claim they can't exist
Them folks musta lied

The world is full of wonder
Where will we jummp in?
Are we monkeys typing Shakespeare
Or angels counting pins

Some monkeys take up dancing
Some angels take shorthand
You don't have to be good
You can join our band

What we gonna call ourselves
How 'bout this old friend
We'll be the monkeys typing Shakespeare
and the angels counting pins

Monkeys That Write Shakespeare

This was a lot of fun. Clever, witty lyrics from @nancy-cunningham-2 on an interesting and contemporary subject. What's not to like? In my head, I was leaning into a bit of McCartney's Three Legs, the Beatles' For You Blue and a dash of Simon and Garfunkel. Did I hit the mark? Probably not. 

Last but not least, the song needed a solo, so I reached out to Rich Joseph (@user-831068061) to add his awesome, double-stopping magic dust. Thanks man!

LYRICS © Nancy Cunningham

Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants
Put your best foot forward
Your profile
Your full fronts
Tell him all your secrets
What makes you grin and grunt
Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants

Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice
He knows your S.A.T. scores
Your dentist and your size
Your IQ and your credit score
He can name your price
Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice

Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?
He knows what you pay in rent
How often you hit snooze
He can tell you how to live
Where to buy your shoes
Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?

Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
He'll tell you if your rainbow
Needs repainting black
He'll serve you tasty morsels
Like your clicking crack
Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back

Feed The Algorithm

Eastwards Bound

Down at the Fu Bar Buffet
Lyrics - Nancy Cunningham
Music - Jeff Walker & BIAB

A new Chinese place opened last week
Seemed a little shady, but I took a peek
Nothing looked good, but it sure came cheap
With my luck lately, it was the place for me
                      
Cause' they got all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
They got all you can drink from the Fire Hose
They got all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet…
I get the early bird special 
I get it every day
Oh I keep my plate full
Down at the Fu Bar Buffet

I could take you out to dinner, 'stead of chowing down alone
I would ask you out Honey, if you would pick up your phone
Save you from having to be cooking at home
But it's lookin' like tonight I'm back on my own


I'd get you all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
Then all you can drink from the Fire Hose
They got all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
They got a early bird special 
I get it every day
Oh I keep my plate full
Down at the Fu Bar Buffet

Got laid off, got bills to pay?
Get more helpings…at the Fu Bar Buffet

They got all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
They got all you can drink from the Fire Hose
They got all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
They got a early bird special 
I get it every day
Oh, I keep my plate full  
 down at the Fu Bar Buffet

Yeah, it's all you can eat at the Fu Bar Buffet
I get the early bird special every day
Down at the Fu Bar Buffet

Down At The Fu Bar Buffet

50/90 2024, Track 15. Lyrics by the ever-brilliant @nancy-cunningham-2.

I Don't Want Your Life

Hypnotised (Club Mix) (2006)
The name of this song has been inspired by the hypnotic bass line. It actually started as a weird sound design experiment, and ended up as one of my favourite songs from my album "Trancemotion".

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production

Trancemotion

Hypnotised (Club Mix)

Frostig Klar - Akeli

A baby was born on the W Train the night before my mom's birthday, with some help from strangers. I wrote a song about it during February Album Writing Month. Thank you to Wobbie Wobbit for mixing.

A Baby Got Born
Nancy Cunningham

Somebody's baby got born on a subway train this morning 
I saw it in the paper, so maybe it happened last night
Some baby got herself born in the first car on a W train
She found a stranger to help her out 
Made me smile, they think she's  gonna be alright 

You used to be a baby on a subway train most mornings 
You used to mostly like it, unless we’d had a rough night 
Then you’d cry like the baby in the first car on the W train , 
Til a stranger   would help you out 
He would smile like it's all gonna be alright 
Til you'd Smile, like we're all gonna  gonna be alright

So if you see a baby on a subway train this morning 
If you see a mother who needs a little help some night 
If you see somebody who used to be a baby in the first car on the W train, be a stranger,  help ‘em out 
Go on Smile like you'reall gonna be alright   
Until they smile, like  you're all gonna be alright 

Tell 'em a baby got born on a subway train one morning
Go on smile,  make 'em smile,   it's alright 
Go on smile,  make 'em smile,   it's alright 

Frostig Klar - Akeli

FAWM Snippets