Just a guitar loop with some increasingly mangled guitar atop it. I'm basically just testing out my new cheap looper.

In All Fairness, The G6 Wasn't THAT Fly

Thank you, wonderful songwriting forum.
Vocals and guitar, one take.

Open Letter To FAWM

The words of a recovering Catholic, spoken and screamed along with a distorted keyboard and a sometimes-distorted Korg Volca Beats.

Lyrics:

I was thinking back to a time long gone
Where a mindless puppet would prattle on
While at least three dozen would come to yawn
'Til I changed my plans on Sunday

In the midst of conscience becoming nascent
I spent my time with the saint-adjacent
With a daft routine I was complacent
'Til I changed my plans on Sunday

They were all keeping track of where we'd been
"If you share the same junk, then it's a sin
But if the man's a boy, we'll let you in!
So don't change your plans on Sunday!"

We all shunned the so-called wicked shit
Which made every one of us a hypocrite
And I got so goddamn sick of it
That I changed my plans on Sunday ℞

℞: This is not real!
    None of this is real!

It went on so long before I heard a voice
That told me, "Dude, you've got a choice!
Only when you leave here can you finally rejoice
You'd better change your plans on Sunday!"

I jettisoned the words of priests and abbots
I shed the thumpers and their nasty habits
And the birds and the bees started fucking like rabbits
When I changed my plans on Sunday ℞

My Plans On Sunday (demo)

This is the first "single" off my upcoming album Refresh, out 4/20/23.

Hey...if Blur can have "Song 2", then I can have this. Me on all vocals, guitars, vocoder, and programming.

Lyrics:

Why are we back here?
The third time's not the charm it claims to be
We're rehashing the same old story
Dress it up all you want, it's plain to see

We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again

We're gluttons for punishment
We burned each other one too many times
So naive, so cavalier
We've been ignoring all and any signs

We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again
We're putting our hands in the fire again

Will we ever learn?
We always get burned

Track III

Off the upcoming album "Refresh". This is about a rather nasty person.

Lyrics:

You've so many skeletons
Your closet might as well be a grave
But since we have bones to pick with you
We thank you for the time you've saved
You've ruined the lives of those undeserving
The reasons thereof nothing but self-serving
Yet you deem yourself akin to a pastorate
Your projection's inaccurate

You've got no class
(You give everyone the finger
And with that finger, you scratch your head
And wonder why we all despise you
All from your mouth is better left unsaid)

How can one so low punch so far down?
Where do you get off, you insufferable clown?
As displayed by the childish words that we've read
You've let your infamy go to your head
And you've been parading around ever since
No bats in your belfry, no words left to mince
You chirp like a piping plover
As if your cup runneth over

You've got no class
(You give everyone the finger
And with that finger, you scratch your head
And wonder why we all despise you
All from your mouth is better left unsaid)

A School In July

This is for everyone who has fairly recently felt as if they had no other option but to end it all. I remind myself of this daily, as I will remind each and every one of you -- there IS hope. Hold out.

Lyrics:

As the daily alarm rings out
So many are sleeping in
Ill-equipped to face the horrors
Growing loud into a din

As the daily alarm rings out
One less person will hear
For they've succumbed to the louder one
That's been sounding off for years

It's time to wake
There's too much at stake
It's time to wake
There's not much more that we can take

As the daily alarm rings out
That one time far too oft
Another shuts it down for good
So that their soul may be aloft

As the daily alarm rings out
It only serves to remind
About the ones who've lost the battle
With loved ones left behind

It's time to wake...etc.

As the daily alarm rings out
Try as they all may
They hang and shake their heads
With nothing left to say

As the daily alarm rings out
They're reluctantly awake
To put on the bravest of faces
For theirs and each other's sake

It's time to wake...etc.

As the daily alarm rings out
One less person will hear
For they've succumbed to the louder one
That's been sounding off for years

Alarm

I was given this song to cover from a sibling duo with whom I was previously wholly unfamiliar, and though my production prowess is definitely inferior to the original, I tried my best to make it my own. These kids really know what they're doing!! Done in Ableton, mostly with live looping, vocals overdubbed.

Me: all vocals, guitars, synths, production

Slow Motion (Nicole + Scotty Cover)

I sit down
And I try to write
But there's too much going on
And there's no wonder
And there's no wonder
And it all seems so trite
And it all seems so trite
So why bother?

As I forget
What I'm trying to write
Thousands more are gone
It's all a blunder
It's all a blunder
And it all seems so trite
And it all seems so trite
So why bother?

And deep down
I know I'm right
When I watch the bombs rage on
And lands and people torn asunder
And lands and people torn asunder
And it all seems so trite
And it all seems so trite
So why bother?

Untitled

I'd better be getting at least a dozen autographed pictures of Sid Caesar out of this. Otherwise, this has all been for nothing.

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