Originally Composed by Yasunori Mitsuda (1999)
Arranged and Performed by Brian Butts

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Dream of a Shore Bordering Another World

Political satire about... well, you'll find out soon ;-)

Here is the YOUTUBE video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp_hOP5B5dI

LYRICS

Hey there people, I’m back in town
And I’m still truly brilliant and deserve this crown
I took over from grandpa, which makes me real proud
I’m always saluted by the ever-largest crowd

It’s so sad that you all had to wait
We wasted four years. Is this a shit-hole state?
I’ll take care of the losers and make them all straight
It’s not an empty promise, all will be great

I’m gifted and will make an end to each war
I just deport the people, so they can fight no more
And my plans never have a glitch. Really?
I’ll develop that shore and will be rich

Accused of treason and a stupid attack
I wasn’t inside. So, what the heck?
But they shouldn’t have done that, I’ll get them all back 
The judges were smarter and enjoyed my cognac.

Thanks to the Lord who saved me
And the devoted folks who voted for me
They follow me blindly, no matter the scandal
But don’t let them know that I don’t read the Bible

With force I’ll expand this beautiful land
No matter the color, I take blue and green land
It’s the owner that I will switch
A cross with my sharpie and I’ll be rich

Criminal intruders are eating our pets
They secretly job without paying tax
They’re doing my dishes and may mow my lawn 
But I don’t like their faces, so I’ll send them home

Women always get what they need
I grab them by their pussy and may kiss their feet
I used to be horny, but that’s years ago 
And don’t mention Stormy, she took all my dough

And then, I had this amazing plan
I decided to hire rocket man
And I will send him out to space
When he’s done cleaning up that governmental workplace
 
Remember how my first term was paradise
Of course, I volunteered for the Nobel price
And I will never go to jail
Instead I’ll stay, forever, on the Hill

And no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest head of state
no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest, for the greatest, for the greatest head of state

Frankly, I’m not surprised at all.

Back In Town

'The Long Game'

Our thirty-seventh composition published on Soundcloud! We're starting to build up a small repertoire :-D. This one is a bit of a musical oxymoron, since I'd say it's prog punk or punk prog (in any sense you like :-)!), but there probably aren't more contradictory musical styles. We remember Johnny Rotten's "I hate Pink Floyd" T-shirt. This song is punk in its rhythm, vocals, and instrumentation, but prog in its structure, effects, and atmosphere at certain moments. We wonder "why are they burning the house down," which can be understood, among other things, as a metaphor for the harm our political leaders are doing to our democracies. We feel as fragile as "a paper airplane in the rain." And another superb original illustration by Aline!
On stage for our next concerts!

A paper plane in the rain

I made this track on my old electronic piano - programmed rhythm: Acid Jazz. I experimented by here and there making a part double of the recorded rhythm and change the pitch of the drum... in that double.

As usual i used effects on my voice and layered ...(sorry i can't help doing that haha).

Very simple lyrics,  but bottom line: we are living so fast that we don't notice it's going bad with the people around us, or even with ourselves.... 
We ask polite: "Are you OK?" but never want to hear "it's not OK?"
In this sick society we can have an important role to play to make a difference for someone.

Lyrics 
Not OK...


Are you OK

Nobody will know, nobody will see
You're not OK

NO Way
Did you notice, she is
Did you notice that she's not
She's not OK

Not OK...

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

RPR09_72

Collapse the wave function find the location, maybe
Hide inside and bide your time 
Drop a dime on miscreant social climbers
Oh yeah faintly
Remember the Maine
You’ll never forget something
You can no longer name
Listen to the warbling
Of some random dame
Spewing out make believe to hide your pain
Of being left out of the party

This is a pop song
Drawn with crayons
Audio candy
For you
What does it mean
Absolutely nothing
An impression, a reflection of a sketch
Of a mood

Pick out all the pieces of an unspoken theme
Like tea leaves left in a cup
Weave the threads of lies into some woolen plies
And try them on for size, because
You want to look sharp while you’re
Strolling around
At the edge of the really nice part of town
Before they make you feel like a clown
Whoa here it comes

This is shlock song
Don’t worry it’s not long
A scaled back melody for you 
To sing
It’s all about you
And that magic
That you do
Not a word of it is true
It’s flattering

This is a pop song
Drawn with crayons
Audio candy
For you
What does it mean
Absolutely nothing
An impression, a reflection of a sketch
Of a mood

Pop Song

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:

Salt air
Land locked shore
Clipped hair
Clipped hair
Dusting the floor

When the reason's her
When the season's here
Not stuck anymore 
When the reason's her

Going stir
The voice of an Age
Cut off
At the fur
At the fur
Red apple rage

Windowless her
Windowless her
Nausea I could not 
assuage

Tongue tied blur
Tongue tied blue
At the hopelessness
of the page
All the hope I have/hold 
of you

Windowless her
Windowless her
            April 24, 2025

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