March Friends #2

~2016

Ever care what people think? Yeah me neither

CAN'T YOU TELL

Ever got too messed up at a party? yeah same

kodak kaeli

Lyrics:

CHORUS 
I will not fall
            I will own it all
            I will be that doll
          but no face, kicking down the doors like I own the place
VERSE 1
It seems to be, unbelievably, I'm deceiving me, 
Can never leave my dreams be, or I would never be me,
it's obscene to me, gotta smoke the greenery
to let my dreams be feasibly redeemed to me
never gonna run and hide, anger subsides
back into my divided mind, imprisoned I'm self-defined till I die 
keep living life on the high, good vibes, enjoy the fucking ride
my animated imagination, instigated retaliation,
can you feel my lyrical persuasion, all over, the mother fucking nation
with regrettable tears, I endear delectable fears, oh dear,
I'm a weird seer, it appears I gotta get the hell out of here
kicking gears, whenever they leer and sneer right at me
cause I'm queer and happy In here
it's very maddening, my fear of failure is draining
cause I'm always out of my mind
let my anger boil bubbles inside
live it up in the moment of time

VERSE 2
I'm a poet don't I know it, I own it
Don't know where the show it, I stole it
It's not coincidental, I'm about to go mental on this detrimental instrumental
very temperamental, so suspenseful with the pencil
can't draw my mind out? here's a stencil
the powerful passion that I bring and sing 
diabolical crashing while changing lyrical flows faster than mood swings
hip hop hippidy skip I dip pip pop colder than dipping dots 
hip don't stop hopping, caught you off guard 'cause you don't know what's happening
'cause I gotta be going, never be slowing, 
keep on running from the people who are always controlling
and I'm the only one who is friends with me
you better stay away from me 'cause I'm my only enemy
it's the end of me, won't pretend to be friendly 'cause
I'm a very scary visionary who studies the dictionary 
make the little critics very weary cause 
I'm a proud outcast 
Andre 3000 knows that
and I'll kick anybody's ass
for putting my music on blast

Chee$y Wrap $ong

This is a song that Chris wrote and shared with Ken and me. We all used BandLab to work on the song together. it started with Chris' badass bass line and arrangement. Ken added some killer drums, in a very odd time. then I add some guitar over the top. I really like how this sounds like we're in room jamming together. Also, Chris produced and mixed this one, and another excellent job he did! We all hope you enjoy it!

Over Easy (with cgmaness and K2 and the Three)

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-2
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-3
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-w-sharon

Guy at Work [Mostly-Recovered Prototype]

LYRICS:
VERSE 1:
Criticize those kneeling
extemporize my feelings
realize why I'm healing
dilapidated people gaze through the peephole
sanctimonious sly smiles
can't control us, I'm in denial
whimsical behavior for the golden power
all of my saviors devour the cowards
lava lamp like lumps in my throat
fist pumping, bass pumping, feel it down to my toes
and I idolize all the eyes that move through my little eyes
I'm surprised, my disguise, getting criticized 
immobilize all of my past mistakes, in my mind,
drive at night, do whatever it takes, to survive,
traumatized, keep my foot off the brakes, revitalized,
And I 

CHORUS: 
I know the world for what it is
I grow old full of more questions
look down at my hands, whose hands are these?
Glare at the wrinkles in the mirror where is me
childhood memories, 
fade away

VERSE 2
 
Now you are in my way 
I can't count the daze
I've been stuck In a daze
of green haze, sticking to my old ways
Catatonic thoughts as I spiral
be erotic for the new arrival
candle light caught dancing with shadows
inner demons adorn angel-like halos
lava lamp like lumps in my throat
bass pumping fist pumping, feel It down to my toes
seeing my parents growing old, I don't know how to handle it
in the dark where do we go? I don't know, keep the candle lit 
no longer innocent, feeling it, oooh it's so intimate, I'm killing it
and I'm getting fucking sick of it, growing old, oh oh I'm not feeling it

CHORUS REPEAT

END

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING:) PEACE AND LOVE PEACE AND LOVE

NOSTALGIC FUTURE

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed-auburn-public-theater-october-24-2023
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed-live-george-odeas

Guy at Work [Mostly-Recovered Prototype]

Al Bob Bidwell