For the fabulous few who leave no footprint.
https://youtu.be/i5Q-viLwH9M

In Mesopotamia
There was this mania
Building stuff out of clay bricks

Sumerian powers
Built temples and towers
Ziggurats, that’s what they did

Humans are scoundrels
Trees should hold council
Just ask the bird or the fish

It’s never enough
With this ziggurat stuff
A ziggurat’s never too big  

The bird and the fish
Were thoroughly pissed
With the cat in the hat and his big ziggurat 

Builders were flagging
Whip  kept on cracking
I want a ziggurat bigger than that

Humans are scoundrels
Trees should hold council
Just ask the bird or the fish

It’s never enough
With this ziggurat stuff
A ziggurats never too big

I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that

I want a ziggurat bigger than that!

I Want A Ziggurat Bigger Than That!

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

We are pleased to present track 8, the final track, from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Waiting For Someone

Art and Miles
By David Husted

Vs
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Far more grace than we can see
often so deceived
To give, to give to give away
And find where tender lays

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Ch
We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

Pre Vs
{instr}

Vs
Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Outro
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Art and Miles

Vocals and lyrics by Special Cecilia
https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas

Music, production and art by Cosmic Keanu (not AI)

“And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

Sweet Escape or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the AI (Feat. Special Cecilia)

Felix is Sleeping

Another rough 'n ready Improvisation with my Saturna Island friend, illio!

I love his Rhythmic sense. It lets me shuffle 'n dance as i get a little Jazzy. ;-)

May you enJOY!

I'm on my ES7 Stage Piano, and illio is playin' his classical acoustic guitar with gypsy like abandon.  Recorded Live on our ZOOM H2N stereo Mic.

Shufflin'

Strangers

Hobo Skip

Here's a song and video that's a bit of a change of pace, a crazy gangster story song from my album "Unhinged" that I recorded back in 2019. A totally made up this rock song and it has a nice riff. This is NOT one of my love songs!😂 It follows these insane bank robbers with serious mental problems! I wanted to make like a little action movie for this song. I'm always trying to make my songs into little films!😁. 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/o7xeuezg1oQ

    The video is new and took several days to finish since I had so many clips to edit together! I really tried to follow the song as close as I could and I even added a clip from an old Yosemite Sam cartoon of the 40's for comic relief!😂 I had a blast creating the video and I hope everyone enjoys it. It's a bit violent but most action films are! Take a peak if you dare! Thanks for listening and hopefully watching and take care!🙏😎✌🏼

“SWEATIN' BULLETS"

I'M DISTURBED, SLIGHTLY TOUCHED, 
MAYBE I THINK A BIT TOO MUCH,
ALWAYS RUN WHEN I SHOULD CRAWL,  
WHEN I'M PUSHED, I CHOKE AND STALL,       
I'M CRACKED, SOMEWHAT ASKEW,
ALL MY LINES A BIT OFF CUE, 
ALWAYS SMILE WHEN I SHOULD CRY, 
WANNA QUIT WHEN I SHOULD TRY,

I’M SWEATIN' BULLETS, SWEATIN' BULLETS,
DON’T SHOOT ME PLEASE, I’M ON MY KNEES,
BEGGING FOR SYMPATHY,  
I'M SWEATIN' BULLETS, SWEATIN' BULLETS,
IT AIN’T NO FUN, CRYIN’ INTO YOUR GUN,
NOW I’M SWEATIN' BULLETS AT YOUR FEET,
                  
I'M UNCLEAR, THOUGHTS OBSCURE,
WILL THEY EVER FIND ME A CURE, 
I STOP DEAD WHEN I SHOULD GO, GO, GO,
CAN'T SEEM TO OVERCOME THE FLOW,
DISTURBED, WHO'S TO SAY?
DOCTORS ALWAYS IN THE WAY,       
MEDICATION IN MY BRAIN, 
WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT, I WANNA RAIN!           
           
I’M SWEATIN' BULLETS, SWEATIN' BULLETS,
DON’T SHOOT ME PLEASE, I’M ON MY KNEES,
BEGGING FOR SYMPATHY,  
I'M SWEATIN' BULLETS, SWEATIN' BULLETS,
IT AIN’T NO FUN, CRYIN’ INTO YOUR GUN,
NOW I’M SWEATIN' BULLETS AT YOUR FEET,
                                          
BY JIM VALDES © 2019

"SWEATIN' BULLETS" (Video - https://youtu.be/o7xeuezg1oQ)

@May 2009

[Verse 1]
นับวันและคืนมาจนถึงวัน ที่ฉันได้คืนถิ่น
หวนคืนกลับมายังที่บ้านเรา มาตามสัญญาใจ
คิดถึงเหลือเกินจึงมาถามไถ่ กลับมาพบความจริง
เขามีคนอื่นตั้งแต่ตอนไหน...กัน
[Pre-Chorus]
แทบจะล้มทั้งยืน เมื่อรู้ความเป็นไป 
ฝันพลันสลาย สัญญาเรานั้นที่ฉัน 
[Chorus]
รอคอยเสมอ รอคอยวันนี้เพื่อเจอกับเธอ
ยังจำได้ไหม ใครกันที่สัญญาว่าจะรอ
คงลืมไปแล้ว ลืมคนเคยรักเพราะความห่างไกล
ไม่อยากจะเชื่อเลย ว่าเธอลืมสัญญา
[Verse 2]
แค่เราห่างกันไม่นานเท่าไร สุดท้ายก็ลืมกัน
สัญญาอะไรไม่เคยคิดจำ แค่พูดมันออกไป       
ฉันนั้นอุตส่าห์เก็บใจเพื่อเธอ ไม่ไหวเอนตามใคร
ทุ่มเททำงานเพื่ออนาคต...เรา
[Pre-Chorus]
หมดคำพูดคำไหน เมื่อเห็นความเป็นไป 
แค่เพียงสิ่งเดียวอยากให้เธอรู้ว่าฉัน

[Chorus]
รอคอยเสมอ รอคอยวันนี้เพื่อเจอกับเธอ
ยังจำได้ไหม ใครกันที่ขอให้ฉันกลับมา
คงลืมไปแล้ว ลืมคนเคยรักเพราะความห่างไกล
ไม่อยากจะเชื่อเลย ว่าเธอลืมสัญญา
[Chorus]
รอคอยเสมอ รอคอยวันนี้เพื่อเจอกับเธอ
ยังจำได้ไหม ใครกันที่สัญญาว่าจะรอ
คงลืมไปแล้ว ลืมคนเคยรักเพราะความห่างไกล
ไม่อยากจะเชื่อเลย ว่าเธอลืมสัญญา
[Outtro]
ไม่อยากจะเชื่อเลย ว่าเธอลืมสัญญา
ตัดใจขอลา คนลืมสัญญา ตัดใจขอลา


คนลืมสัญญา - The Broken Promise

Visit davidhusted.com to encounter my music in a deeper way.

Deep bow of gratitude to you for giving my music a listen, for liking, for commenting and/or for sharing when any given song resonates with you.  You help create a community that lifts music out of the nooks and crannies and allows it to be heard a little bit more than it otherwise might have been.  Thank You sincerely for that. Gratias tibi ago; Pax!

I love to create music.  It is really that simple.  

Dave