Take Me Back,

self doubt power pop for people with issues.  fun to sing along to in the shower

All You Gotta Do Is Smile

Rock and Roll's Not Dead

Better Thoughts

Gimme Shelter for the Devil

I Don't Know How to Talk Anymore

Big mouth strikes again:  Twirl Radio's Mike Lidskin interviews AG.  Felsen's I Don't Know How To Talk Anymore wins 2013 Album of the year win!

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What? they're talking about us on the radio!

Dialed In 7 - 24 - 14

Take A sneak peek inside Felsen's new album, Blood Orange Moon.  "The Telepathic Kind"  started off as a set of lyrics mainly derived from a found post card dated 1947.  One woman was writing to her friend, another woman, while on a train traveling from Flagstaff bound for LA.  There was a problem on the tracks and the train sat still in the desert for several hours overnight.  "The stars look so much bigger and brighter here than they do at home", she wrote.  Being an opportunistic, vampiric songwriter, I got to work and dug in and emerged with a song about communicating with someone faraway, sending them a telepathic message.  The lyrics were there, but it took well over a year and about 10 different musical ideas to tie it all together.  Enjoy it.

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The Telepathic Kind

The First Single from Felsen's Soon-to-be-release and eagerly-anticipated new album Blood Orange Moon.  Vultures throws down the gauntlet Felsen style  "I wanna live where culture kills machines and decent melodies will haunt you in your dreams."  It's a slow dance, slow burn for your last night on earth.

I wanna live where culture kills machines
and decent melodies will haunt you in your dreams.
I wanna laugh once again before I die.
Do you think that you could try? 
Do you need a reason why?

From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.

I believe in you, can you believe in me
when junk technology is the new mythology?
I’ve written you a song.
If you’d like to sing along
trust your feelings they’re not wrong.
Once you hear it then it’s gone.

From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.

If my afterlife
has got a lazy undertow,
you can feel my tempo slow,
feel the windy tarmac blow.
Like leaves on the breeze
beneath the rubble and debris,
broken glass, swarm of bees
we’re stardust you and me.

From the cradle to the amp to the grave
who’s life tonight will be saved.
If there’s vultures on your bones
but they just won’t leave you alone,
they just won’t leave you alone.

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