Hey you (ghost dub mix)

I can't go to Funkytown

a re-arrangement of an ol' OrgAsmO song.

(J. Elizalde, G. Gurrieri, M. Serrano. absurd literal translation/adaption: db, his cheap moves, J. Campbell)

Opening to mount the mount
the glutted eye is at our reach
Previously white is now red
A glutted eye to reach the mount (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Stop – next
descend

A glutted eye interior
Crystal reflects exaltation
The glutted eye is now a scene
Rudely displays all your struggle (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Hide the fire
stop – next – descend (hasta el final)

Flowers bloom abundantly,
Dismal time in dismal places,
Well versed reality
The Seesaw maniac is full of beauty (harto ojo! harto ojo!)

Poor man,
tell me where
Hide the fire
stop – until the end (para luego descender hasta el final)

Pobre hombre
Dime donde
Escondes ese fuego
Para luego descender hasta el final 


A: doumbek 
brYan: banjo 
db: guitar, bvox
hcm: bass , bvox
JC: vox
TM: drum kit

the mount

(J. Campbell)

She’s got some faces in her leatherette purse
Ones she shows to a friend that’s not there
All the heads have neatly combed hair
And all the faces show smiles that hurt

One of her socks is down at her shoe
As she hungrily drinks the flask
All her woman’s mind was left far behind
And she was left without a clue

Then she smiles and whispers so softly
Sighing bitterly with her brow crinkling
In her twilight she whispers prayers and lies

Two little boys play outside
The dog drags 7 cousins
Stepfather is at the shop
With a gun at the managers head

Come back kitty Come on back
Through the fence there goes Sam!
Goodbye cat down the road
In a van to Reno
Where he can hide on stage
Maybe that was no fact?
Winter fell upon our souls
And my brother fell back

He remembers before he went alone
Ivan Lloyd with his songs about Jerome
Grasshopper’s head is gone
And Aaron is Drowning


A: bvox, cajon
brYan: bvox, guitar
db: bongos, bvox, klaves
hcm: bass, bvox
JC: mandolin, vox
TM: drum ki

Prayers and lies



(b. tilford)

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in

i’d probably crash in a panic reaching back to try and crush you smash you squash you splash you on the glass and the fact is i own your life span and it was just reduced to a mile and a half

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in
you want to fly to the front
you’d like to sting me on the back of my head
i keep my window rolled down
wind coming in keeps you trapped on the rear dash

where you’re banging your head on the window again and again
you should just chill out
maybe later you can save yourself if you have any brains left

when i drove by you took a wrong turn for the rest of your life you’re stuck inside and you cannot recognize my thickly veiled concern to set you free ’cause i know you’ll just return

you are the bug in my car
you try to fly out through the rear window
you bang your head on the glass
can’t get out the way you came in
you are the bug in my car
too bad you shoulda chose a cadillac
you found my dashboard graveyard
if you could get out you wouldn’t even know where
you are the bug in my car you are the bug in my car
why are you the bug in my car?

don’t feel too bad.  i’m just a guy in car with a bug driving back and forth
it’s just the grace of God that keeps me from flying straight into a windshield called earth


A; bongos 
brYan: guitar, vox 
db: bvox, goat hooves, guiro 
hcm: bass 
JC: big bass drum, bvox 
TM: drum kit

bug in my car

(his cheap moves, lyrics: BBC)

Brown shoed fortuitous frame
Cool breeze on a sunny day
Absolutely friggin tumescent
Juxtaposed antidepressant, some say

Angelic strawberry cafe
Cheese steak and curry souffle
She said let it sit and fester
in sweaty polyester, ok?

Beach inclusive with the water and sand
Perfect cartwheel with immaculate hands
Treacherous trees impressing
Sure to get undressing, today

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Rhythm fluffy with a beautiful stroll
Melody with no chance for parole
Walking with a ramwong
for the chance to climb with King Kong, huzzah!

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Genetic denim and some alien love
Beaker reading through a kick and a shove
Everything cuatro veces
excellent and effervescent, hurray!

We need more questions
Way too many answers

Think about it

(Heinous Bienfäng & his cheap moves)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Every night I hear their screams and splashes of distress
Our lives are joined perpetually in periods of unrest
I scream, I scrawl, I bake the wall

If I had half a mind,
I’d take it out and play with it

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I took a girl on a date and what did she profess
To not know my identity, I said “you wanna guess”?
She screamed, she fled, I dropped my head

If I had my thirty bucks,
I’d go down to the hardware store
And I’d get the largest power sander
And I’d make my brain smoooo-ooo-ooth
(like an egg)

Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness
Last night I got the final dot of an SOS
A terrible thought has split my skull and now I must confess
I want to do a cannonball in someone’s consciousness

A; dawul, percussion 
brYan: frame drum, giggle stick, vox 
db: guitar, vox 
hcm: bass, vox 
JC: mandolin, vox 
TM: drum kit, ramwong 
HB: vox

Someone's floating

(J. Campbell)

I see you in the waves you are a mermaid in the sea
Your body evaporates then the cool starts condensing
You form a new cloud, you float in the sky
then you sprout wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me

I hear you in the trees when the wind is whistling
The falling of the leaves when you finally fell asleep
You woke up in bliss, alive, in love
You wore your wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me.
You floated out to space where the starts are sparkling
You floated past the moon and did not say a thing
You made up for faith, karma, and love
You earned your wings, angelically
But I need you here
Come down from the clouds and dance with me

Come down from the clouds

(b. tilford)

she said he heard she heard he said crazy for her goin out of my head
she heard he said she said he heard not even in the same world
she thought he played she drove he rode soulmates none more for the road
she wrote he read they both witnessed the perfect fit perfectly explode
she tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy
in one coaster-rollin ride they learned
It only takes a minute to break eternity
it only takes a minute

somehow he knew someday they’d make really great acquaintances
she made sure they could endure her promises not to promise anything
they tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy
in one coaster-rollin ride they learned
it only takes a minute to break eternity
it only takes a minute

so if you’re wonderin – how’s it end
well I don’t know, said I don’t know

he said she heard

(J. Campbell)

Guatemala in 83
Helicopters for military
Flying righteous with sunglasses on
to get to the mass

A world away in 84
Butchers with bullets, El Salvador
The generals evacuated the soldiers
While children cried

Ethnic cleansing in Bosnia
Militiamen of Serbia
Weeping people bring the dead to life
In between the fights

Iraqi families in rubble and stone
Angry for reasons I’ll never know
Al Jazeer can’t get their message to send
and we’re all in the dark

Wars for resources
Wars for trillion$
Wars for the children
We let the bombs fall

Famine victims “living” in the Sudan
Prosthetic limbs Afghanistan
Hutu death camps in Africa stand
in the scars on the man

Heavy metals in the factory air
Half a beggar washing children’s hair
Untouchables unload a boatload of sand
Building bricks they can’t have

We are the witness
of his testimony
And we will never forget
And let it never repeat

James Nachtwey

(b. tilford)

God didn’t do it – didn’t make wars cars planes and killing in god’s name
God didn’t do it – there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
love’s left lying around in the strangest faces
sometimes it blows in just like the wind through your hair
but sometimes nowhere does it say anywhere
that everything or even anything has to be fair

God didn’t do it – didn’t make the car check the time and get us to get in it
God didn’t do it – write a big black book for our perfect day hour minute
he doesn’t control everything although sometimes it seems
we all make payments to fate though our will is always free

God did the wind and the water mind and the matter God did

God didn’t do it – make wars cars planes or killing in God’s name
there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange
here’s your share of fear and hate and blues and blame
but at least and after all it’s not like we did these things
what if you and me did these things
what if it’s just you and me?

God didn't do it

another single from our 1st studio album: "It will come back to you".
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i rock for the zeolite stilbite, i’m post volcanic like rhyolite
i rock igneous sedimentary all the way from olivene to serpentine
i rock for the wind and the water, turning into pebbles at the bottom
i rock for the plains and the mountains; the forces of erosion!
i’m a roller for the skates and coasters, rollin up, away, back, on, in, and over
i roll for the tootsies and the -ing stones
don’t forget the dinner rolls
risin in 160 species 25 billion cells in a gram of yeasties
saccaromyces cerevisiae, mycillium
wall to wall, square, circle or oblong
we used to wear em glad that didn’t last long
fashionable functionality, traditional, contemporary
could be made of wool, silk or cotton just to walk all over it often
puttin quality in the density
let’s cut a rug
defining the division of the species, all the way with the X or the Y we’re
reproducing or attempting not to be with intense velocity
taking it home with the chromosones
introducing DNA to the moans and groans
about to explode!
A: triangle
bt: vox, guitar, zills
db: djembe, bvox
hcm: bass
JC: udu, vox
TM: kit

mycelium

Fanga alafia is a new take on a traditional West African welcoming song. It starts out quite peaceful and then ends rocking the drums! 
Comment on the timeline for fame and fortune!

from our 1st studio album: "It will come back to you".
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Fanga Alafia Ashe Ashe
Ikabo Alafia Ashe Ashe
Welcome to our world today
Good health to you always
Peace is my intention
and motivates what I say
Look into my eyes again
I want to make sure you are a friend
Trust should be expected
With innocence as a trend
No tricks up our sleeves
No war, no disease
We only come in peace
“Fanga” is a mystery
It could mean anything
“Alafia” translates as welcome
Good health to you and peace
“Ashe” is authority
Vital life-force energy
The word for inner power
That exists in everything
“Ikabo” I don’t know
Forgiveness some say so
David wants to sing about burritos!!!


A: djembe, vox/bvox
bt: guitar, talking drum, bvox
db: djembe, doumbek, vox/bvox
hcm: ukelele, fanta bottle, bvox
JC: mandolin, shaker, vox/bvox
TM: kit, shakers

Fanga alafia

Wildly percussive original acoustic music. Imagine death metal played on acoustic instruments. 
We sound nothing like that... 
well maybe just a little bit. 

Brevard Busking Coalition

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