Name: Shouting And Pointing, "Mad At Mel" by Get Your Dad
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: Bass: Matt Puksar. Copyright 2024 William Gillis and Michael Kapellas. All rights reserved.

wow, another good one. like the chord progressions and timing change-upss

Tulpa

Refrain 1:
i’ve been losing sleep to my dreams, thoughts form
like a brainstorm constructing all these i-beams
higher than the sky seems, floating on these high seas
fabric of reality tearing apart at the seems

Verse 1:
on guard (en garde) like a drawn sword
on board and i’m on course
brought forth with a strong force
dark matter thoughts gather at the concourse
counting the days since the last accident
trying not to worry bout something that didn’t happen yet
trying not to hurry but no second goes to waste
precious with the pace, let it tetris into place

Refrain 2:
i’ve been losing sleep to my dreams, thoughts form
like a brainstorm constructing all these i-beams
higher than the sky seems, shining bright as high beams
projecting on the screen the images my mind’s eye sees

Verse 2:
this is not a memoir, it’s not a biog
i’m not rock star, i’m not a rap god
just an amateur idiot savant
outsider ghost writer looking for someone to haunt
this is what i need, it’s not what i want
i’m just a beacon for these foreign thoughts
medium to translate the frequency into a song
this is a journey, you are free to come along

Verse 3:
thoughts form in my minds eye, i’m pineal
ain’t funny how time flies, since primeval
tongue been sharp as pine needles, mind lethal 
my rhyme schemal upheaval unequalled
unmatched when unmasked, stark is the contrast
but how many years passed, withdrawn and detached
locked like a rat in a cage with a firm latch
til the self cracked and the shell hatched
and now these brain cells, i’m setting them free
from the brain cell with a skeleton key
and the rains fell enveloping me
riding wave swells and they’re propelling me
with the reins held as loose as can be
i’m doing this shit with a relative ease
let tension release til it’s letting me breathe
you better believe that i’m betting on me

Credits:
Performed By: Youngblood II
Written By: J.Gruseck
Produced By: J.Gruseck
Sample 1: The Last Man by Clint Mansell
Sample 2: Death Is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell

Artwork:
3d Model: mehmetsdln (fiverr)
Graphic Design: drkmatterincorp (fiverr)

Tulpa

HI! MY NAME IS FOLK

GAMES WITH JAMES

like a retro garage in your futuristic bedroom...

The Perfect Rioter

Shouting And Pointing, "Mad At Mel"

Brand new single by James McMurtry: "Remembrance" :

"It's election time, but I couldn't get my head around modern politics. Perhaps history holds a lesson or two. Please forgive my bad Spanish. I haven't been to Spain since I was eighteen and I've spent most of my adult life in the border states so my Castellano may sound somewhat like a northern Sonoran with a speech impediment, but what the hell." - James McMurtry

Remembrance

Con: Afrobeat jam

Con: Afrobeat Jam Day 2

Slagle Rock - guitar, vocals / Sue - vocals/ Rob Zelinsky - guitar, bass, keys, production

She was learning from her mother
The tricks of the trade
To be a fortune teller
And how to get paid

She was studying the tea leaves
Playing Tarot Cards
Quoting magic verses
Of witches and bards

I wasn’t superstitious 
So I let her work on me
Said, When you look into tomorrow
What do you see?

She said tomorrow is a question
I’m hoping to get right
Then she took my hand gently
And said look into the light

When the Black Cat
Crossed my path
Spat three times
Who knows
How luck will go
To or fro
Just waiting for a sign

Broken mirror
Oh dear
Seven years of hard times
The die is cast
In broken glass
Couldn’t ask for a clearer sign

I found a four-leaf clover
And I got a rabbit’s foot
Threw salt over my shoulder
Like she said I should

I made her an offer
A future she might like
An opal from Las Vegas
I bought at sacrifice

I slipped it on her finger
And looked her in the eye
Said I want to be your lover
She said, That’s no surprise

She read it in the dharma
And in my credit score
She said you got good karma
But you could use some more

When the Black Cat
Crossed my path
Spat three times
Who knows
How love will go
To or fro
Lady Luck is mine

Black Cat (Collaboration with Zelinsky Studios)

May Kasahara
Thinking about tomorrow
She might have a plan
She’s got the sun tan

Blue hose with a sprinkler
Says I’m a deep thinker
She’s just a kid
Don’t know how to swim 

She says Hey Mr. Wind Up
Mr. Wind Up Bird

May Kasahara
Don’t dwell on sorrow
Keeps a cool head
Lives life on the edge

She says Hey Mr. Wind Up
Mr. Wind Up Bird

I meet her in the alley
Between the dead ends
She gets a little jealous
Thinks I got too many friends

Now she’s in the sunlight
I’m reflected in her shades
I went down in the hollow
The ladder went away

She says Hey Mr. Wind Up
Mr. Wind Up Bird

May Kasahara
Got a strange kind of aura
She holds it inside
Where they all try to hide

May Kasahara 
Someday she’s gonna
Find her fate
Set the right kinda bait

She’ll say Hey Mr. Wind Up
Mr. Wind Up Bird
Hey Mr.  Wind Up
Mr. Wind Up Bird

Wind Up Bird (May Kasahara)

CAN'T STOP THINKINg

A Parastoo's Dream

Get Your Dad is home to Billy G. Wilderness, U.S Dobbers, and Big Ed King Singers.

Shouting And Pointing, "Mad At Mel"

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