Eyes On You

A song about William Blake, written in the 90’s by Ed Hoffman for our band called “Shiloh”, based in Raleigh, NC. Words and Music by Ed, performance by Blindhead, 2023.

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I found a quarter in the dirt I pick it up and dust it off
It's in my pocket now and it's a part of me
I found love and then it hurt I picked it out and tried it on
It's just a locket now I wear around a chain

And you may think that I have gone quite insane
But every letter that I know is in my name
I'm the Alphabet Man and you can read my words in the sand

The strangest thing I've ever seen I met a man without a heart
he went from girl to girl and never lost his cool
I met a girl with eyes so green
that it was living in the woods to stare in those eyes but she let me a fool

And you may think that I have gone quite insane6
But every letter that I know is in my name
I'm the Alphabet Man and you can read my words in the sand

I've found this planet spins around because there is nothing to compare
the circle's all there is and all there is to be
and I've found things often move down as I step off that bottom stair
Just as William Blake always used to sand

Alphabet Man

Suitcase Blues + Vocals (with P-Nut Butttree)

A number about werewolves. Spooky!

Featuring @blindhead on sax, clarinet, and banjo, and @doris_cellar on bg vox.

The Wolves of Battenkill

The Wolves Of Battenkill

A song about ADHD and getting sidetracked

LYRICS

I'm gonna be on time
To see my baby
And we'll be doing fine

I'm gonna be on time
To get my shit done
And we'll be doing fine

I'll see this through
I'll be with you
I'm coming to
But maybe not today
Not today

I'm gonna be on time
To get to my baby
And we'll be doing fine

I'll see it through
I'll get to you
I'll be with you
But maybe not today
Not today

Well I'm still in bed
Full of sweat
I can't move
I can't see what's next

I'm gonna be on time
to get my shit done
and I'll be feeling fine

I'm coming to
I'll be with you
I'll see it through
Maybe
credits

Maybe (with John Difference)

An improvised live drums and keyboard recording, later enhanced with bass, guitar, and clarinet. Kyle Erickson on keyboards. Blindhead on drums, bass, guitar, clarinet

Suitcase Blues Instrumental (with P-Nut Butttree)

You can call me Ahab,
But my name is Ibrahim.
To one son, I gave the West.
The other stumbled east.

The Western to the brother said:
"I'll kill you where you stand.
Not with guns and rockets but by
poisoning all your land."

It's no farewell to arms,
But goodbye, satirical teeth.
We're just gumming on the scenery,
Never digging underneath.

He's pulling at his bootstraps,
Ole Münchausen in the mire.
Someone tell the Baroness,
We need to get him higher.

It's the pilgrim's promise
that we'll never get ahead.
We only measure progress
By counting all the dead.

A bureaucratic nightmare
Selling souls for a song.
All they do is stand still,
The silent hooded throng.

(Interlude)

The old moon's being cradled,
In the new moon's skinny arms.
They're clutching one another
Through the sounding of alarms.

And Ishmael and Hagar
Both went down to the well.
They're pulling up ambrosia,
From where seven ewes once fell.

Then Ben fucking Zion
Wrote a few mid-evil books.
Five Revisionist histories
Giving Arabs dirty looks.

Now his son's gone and done it
He's declared a goddamn war.
All those stories that they told him
while he stared at the décoré.

With the heroes on one side,
And the Enemy on the other.
All Romantic tele-visions
Of a powerless, sad mother.

So goodnight sweet, young Yani
Your revenge will come soon
And we're all gonna pay for it
Watching thirty thousand swoon

(Interlude)

So many ayatollahs
Ladling purulent water
To the damned and the innocent.
No one gets imprimatur.

They gulp, and they choke.
For Allah's will be done.
All our doubt will be punished,
With eternal setting suns.

So Shalom Shalom Shalom
And Salam Salam Salam.
Peace will be my white whale
But for you, it's still a bomb,

Dropped from an unending heaven
Where the chosen few do stir
Raining judgment down upon a land
That so many once called Ur.

Worship not for false idols,
Or historical titles.
Not the man in the sky,
Or his tiny little bibles.

If peace shall be had
For the sane and the mad,
We must all cease our fire
For the Baron to climb higher.

Trilemma

A song about AI and the wonders of technical advancements. A lyrical nod to Dead Kennedys.

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Well hello my friend (and farewell)!
Soup is good food!
Did you see that data set yesterday?
You’re in such a great mood!

Was that you and that football player with Taylor Swift?
Why it may as well have been you! I saw it when I was on the can, one hand on my tracker, the other one wiping away reality!

You’ve been embraced, not replaced! You’re always the VIP
It’s gonna be great! The soup line can be erased. Just like you!

Shortcuts are the way to go. Short! Cut! Get it? Don’t be slow!
That fine fellow will help you, not hurt you. It has all the answers!

Want to retire in Bali? For all your hard work?
Step right up! And off you go! You CAN. On your screen. Looking back at the real you.

Open a book? What a waste! Press on that warm glass, sit on your ass.

You’re being erased.

Now it’s time to go

Now it’s time to go

Time To Go

Pirate Song Acoustic

Swineherd

Randall washes up on a vast, filthy, empty beach. The Eyes look inward and outward and show him things that have been invisible for 100 years.

Featuring @blindhead on all hand drums.

MOTHER EARTH

Dead Horse Bay

Indie rock, instrumental, soundtracky, funk, hip-hop influenced troublemaking.

Time To Go

Blindhead

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