This song was written for the Dirty Job album we produced back in 2011. 

Words and Music by Ian Moon
Engineered and Produced by Shortness Of Breath

Lyrics

Seen a little boy 
Standing alone in the street 
No shoes for his feet 
He's standing there in the pouring rain 
He'll walk home on dirty feet again 

So, How can I refuse 
It's not time for me to sing 
My Blues 

Then I seen this man 
Walking alone down the street 
In raggy cloths and curly hair 
You can tell its been awhile since he's had something to eat. 
I wonder how long since he smiled. 

So How can I refuse 
It's not time for me to sing 
My Blues 

Yet here I am 
Up here on this stage 
and all you's is looking to me 
To sing about some inner pains 
To bring back some histories 

So How can I refuse 
It's not time for me to sing 
My Blues

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from Dirty Job, released February 19th, 2011 

Ian Moon, Vocals, Guitars 
Gary Denick, Bass Guitar 
Tedd Steele, Drums

Dirty Job

My Blues

Shortness Of Breath - My Blues

This is a song I wrote, arranged, and produced with the help of my band mates Gary Denick on Bass, and Tedd Steele on Drums. It was recorded live in our little studio with some added Vocal and Guitar over dubs.  

Engineered and Produced by Shortness Of Breath 

lyrics

Hey Baby Come dance with me 
time to get your ass on your feet 
Because we need a Funky Midnight 

Hay Baby take a look around 
tonight's the night to join the crowd 
there's no greed on Funky Midnight 
aim to please on Funky Midnight 

Yeah Baby, Shake off your chains 
Hey Baby, Let your love reign 
Let the beat dig down in your soul 
To lift you up to swing and rock and roll 

Reach out baby, yeah feel the sound 
let it spin you round and round 
dance in peace on Funky Midnight 

You will feel it in your feet 
3 funky white boys setting the beat 
Hate may leave on funky midnight 
and let love lead on funky midnight 

Yeah Baby, Shake off your chains 
Hey Baby, Let your love reign 
Let the beat dig down in your soul 
To lift you up to swing and rock and roll 

Yeah Baby, Shake off your chains 
Hey Baby, Let your love reign 
Let the beat dig down in your soul 
To lift you up to swing and rock and roll 

Come on baby, take your chance 
jump on up and join the dance 
lose the fear on funky midnight 

There's no need to feel so blue 
we're all friends looking out for you 
Have some fun on on funky midnight 
Be as one on funky midnight 

Yeah Baby, Shake off your chains 
Hey Baby, Let your love reign 
Let the beat dig down in your soul 
To lift you up to swing and rock and roll
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Ian Moon, Vocals and Guitars 
Gary Denick, Bass Guitar 
Tedd Steele, Drums

Funky Midnight

This track is the result of a collaboration between myself and my good friend Shae Parker. He gave a some of his poetry and I cobbled together this upbeat =track about the shape of time, the universe, and our place in it. It was recorded live by my band Shortness Of Breath in our little studio with some added guitar, vocal, and keyboard overdubs. 

Lyrics by Shae Parker 
Music by Ian Moon 
Produced by Shortness Of Breath 
Recorded at Dog Hill Studios, Front Royal Virginia

lyrics

Cyclical in nature, 
after all the world is round 
Time is spinning circles 
but the second hand 
makes no sound 

Every 28 days 
the moon is born anew 
Time is spinning circles 
but the second hand 
makes no sound 

Fluid shifts and tidal rifts 
mother nature too. 
Speres and balls and disks and stuff 
round and round 
round and round they go 

Time is spinning circles 
but the second hand 
makes no sound 

Centrifugal forces 
spiralling, 
wobbling 
too and fro. 

Centrifugal forces 
spiralling, 
wobbling 
too and fro. 

Time is spinning circles 
but the second hand... 
Time is spinning circles 
but the second hand 
makes no sound 
Yeah, the second hand 
it makes no...
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released January 17, 2018 
Ian Moon, Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards 
Gary Denick, Bass Guitar 
Tedd Steele, Drums

Ian Moon, Vocals, Guitars, and Keyboard
Gary Denick, Bass Guitar
Tedd Steele, Drums

Produced By Shortness Of Breath.

Spinning Circles

This song came from a recognition that Life can be hard, unfair, and confusing. Yet, all we can do is get up each day and try again, and again, and ...

Lyrics and Music by Ian Moon 
Produced by Shortness Of Breath 
Recorded at Dog Hill Studios, Front Royal, Virginia

lyrics

Hey, hey, what can I say, 
about the state of the world today. 
Everytime you find a little piece of mind, 
someone comes along tries to take it away. 

Then you wake up and try to turn in back around 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 

Your viral dreams feed machines 
that capture all of yesterday's unseen. 
You're just a pawn in some rich man's game, 
forget what it's like to be a human being. 

Then you wake up and try to turn in back around 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 

So go on and let yourself dream tonight 
Open your heart, open up your mind. 
Cause when you wake you may find 
That it's a hard time, living in hard times. 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 

The why-me's keep crying out 
they've had their fill of an aching doubt. 
Didn't used to prove this hard for you. 
Can't remember when you had to go without. 

Then you wake up and try to turn in back around 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 
It's a hard time, living in hard times. 
It's a hard time, living in hard times.

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Ian Moon, Vocals and Guitars 
Gary Denick, Vocals, Bass Guitar, and Keyboards 
Tedd Steele, Drums and Percussions