Lisa is very sad
The time she had, it was not good
She fakes a smile
She'll stay a while as her friends expect she should
It's lonely here 
Drinking her beer among the crowd
She doesn't want to stay
Her mind drifts away, the party is too loud

All of this air and not a breath to breathe, she chokes back her anxiety
All of this air and not a breath to breathe ...

All Of This Air

Lyrics started as a quick response to one of those "help write lyrics" threads in a songwriter Facebook group. Then I thought "hey wait a second, I am going to use that" and I quickly came up with this two minute pop song mix, straightforward rock drums, bass, rhythm, lead, synth and vocal.

After our last exchange I'm feeling strange
It's got me thinking it's time for a change
I would not ask you to rearrange yourself 
So I just will let myself out
You're stranger to me without a doubt
You are someone I can do without 
It's time for a change I'm feeling strange 

(c)2021 Timothy E. Daniel

Feeling Strange

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Imposition

I went to see Saint Francis
I thought he had the key
But after 30 years 
He sent me to see Saint Anthony 

I stand here in the future
Looking back on my fractured past
I can see myself watching me
Through a shattered looking glass

Moments captured in a bubble
Float about my consciousness
Anxious guilt portending trouble
Weave daydreams in my wakefulness

Afterimage hallucinations
Doppler audio shifts 
I’ve a Technicolor appreciation
For tangential mental drifts

San San

80s sounding song with a Tears For Fears vibe.

 Hello

Everything you see
Everywhere you go
When you see the light
It will take you home

When you need some time
Time to let it go
Need to find a way
Take it home tonight

Can you feel it now
Can you feel it in the air
Do you feel free
Does it really take you there


Hello, climb the wall
Push it down, oh yeah
Hello, stand up tall
Wear your crown, oh yeah

Out here in the night
Do you see the light
Do you want to know
When it's going slow

When the times are bad
And it makes you sad
Do you run away
Into yesterday

© Kim Riemer 2022

Hello

I'm too old to give a damn
If who I'm supposed to be is who I am
I'm too old to give a shit 
If all of my accomplishments fit 
  into God's great big plan for man

I'm too tired to really care
If the road I'm on is leading to nowhere
I'm to exhausted to turn around 
So I guess I'll be satisfied 
  to park my ass 
  right here on this patch of ground 
  that I have found

Complacence

They dressed you up in festive colors
You never stood a chance
At a normal life like the rest of us
You never stood a chance

Clowny you stood out like a sore thumb, clowny

I have a theory, your parents hated you
Your eyes are teary, its just a theory
Don't be a sad clown, try to relevant 
Don't be a bad clown, stay away from children

In high school it was my school
I met you, took you under my wing
Your white face, your lipstick messy
I rented you out at parties

But you grew wary of your station in life
You wanted a car
You wanted a wife
But those weren't the cards you were dealt
You weren't a Monet, you're an Elvis on felt

In college they filled you with knowledge
And led you to think and led you to drink
Thinking you actually had a chance
Of possibly escaping the moves of your dance

But it was not to be, sorry Clowny
You are who you are and we do as we're told
Sorry, but really I'm not sorry

You got a bit bitter, I guess that's expected
You can't be a quitter, but those walls you erected
Will crumple and then what's to be done
Accept your station and entertain us

Your dreams were not to be, sad Clowny
Being irrelevant has it's advantages, sad Clowny

No one will take you seriously
Just entertain us it's the least you can do
Your parents hated you, Clowny
You weren't what they expected, you see

Sunken eyes and a nose for a red ball
Just keep it level, there's mountains of drugs
To help you

Gigantic feet, white skin, you were so ugly

Congratulations on your new job
you'll make them laugh, isn't that better

There’s mountains of drugs to help you

Clowny

Just a little love song I recorded with my friend Carlos Hatem back in the early 90s.  I always liked the chorus on this one.  It's a little rough -- we never got back to master the mix, but the song still comes through I think.

Where Is the Love

Coffee and Sweat
(C) 2019 Timothy E. Daniel

Working nine to five 
You do your best to stay alive 
It’s hard to make a living
In situations so contrived 

You wake up four hours early 
To beat the traffic at their own game
And so you skip your breakfast 
Granola bars work just the same

You got a big promotion 
Eighty cents more every day
It’s the thought that counts 
So be happy with your pay 

CHORUS
This is what you get
For all your coffee and sweat 
Are you not satisfied yet?
Cuz this is all you’ll get 

Over your shoulder
Your manager lurks
With one eye on your ass
And one eye on your work

With kids to train and dogs to feed
You bite your tongue to keep the peace
This I will endure 
Is the mantra you repeat 

This I will endure
Is the mantra you repeat 
You walk the line between succeeding 
And admitting your defeat 

Chorus

2019

Coffee and Sweat

This could be a depiction of Oakland California near Lake Merritt on one of those warm winter evenings when it feels almost like summer except the days are still short. Or anyplace else you may wish to imagine. 

A departure from my usual style, I have wanted to do one of these feel good cruisin' kind of urban grooves for a while now. So now I can cross this off my bucket list. I had fun. I like it. 

Beautiful Neighbors
(C)2021 Timothy E. Daniel

The air is warm this late afternoon
Folks gathered, talking in the street
An airplane passes overhead 
The warblers raise their voice to tweet

A sharp popping sound may startle you
But relax, that’s not a gun you hear
Just some young men out reveling at sunset 
Having a little fun and drinking a lot of beer

The sweet smell of carnitas fills the air
As the food truck patrons queue
A distant alarm echoes out from somewhere
And church bells call sinners to their pews

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood
Could you be a beautiful neighbor
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood
Would you be a beautiful neighbor

Clowny

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