I’m in love with life, though she beats me all the time, I always come back for more, I try to make her mine,
I’m in love with life, though she beats me all the time, I always come back for more, I try to make her mine,

And if poets cry tears, of music in the air, I will cry with them, as experience twists and bends, paper folds in my life, creases in my skin, I don’t know where I’m going, oh where, I am going, I am going,

‘Cause I’m in love with life, though she beats me all the time, I always come back for more, I try to make her mine,
Yeah I’m in love with life, though she beats me all the time, I always come back for more, I try to make her mine,
Yeah I’m in love with life, though she beats me all the time, I always come back for more, I try to make her mine
j.horricks - vox, guitar
a.guise - guitar
k.krievin - bass
j.strum - drums
mixed by sonic wizard

Homeland

In Love With Life

Mute voice, sounds across the room, you wouldn’t believe, the struggling silence ensued,
Perfumed air, flowered hair, enrapturing, slave to another soul,

And I’m still waiting, for the day that you will begin, to look my way,
I’m still waiting, for the day that you will begin, to look my way,

Ghostly face, fades away, stealing through the night, shadow on my mind,
Wastin’ time, the devil’s lie, you wouldn’t believe, the meaning of this life,

And I’m still waiting, for the day that you will begin, to look my way,
I’m still waiting, for the day that you will begin, to look my way,
I’m waiting, for the day that you will begin to look my way,
I’m waiting, for the day that you will begin to look my way.
j.horricks - vox, guitar
a.guise - guitar
k.krievin - bass
j.strum - drums
mixed by sonic wizard

Mute Voice

Cucumber is blue, and full of juice (Mm full of juice)
Into the garden, a baby moose (moose sound)
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
She don't know, where I'm goin' to
She don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin to
Comin' from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
into the valley, valhalla's walls
before I die of mating calls, mating calls yeah
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know, where I'm goin' to
she don't know, where I'm comin' from
an' she don't know where I'm goin' to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from
goin to
comin from

Bass - Graham Horricks
Percussion - Kristin Krievin
Background vocals - Allison Skirtschak
Additional Guitar - Alan Guise
Rhythm guitar and vocals - Jess Horricks
Album Art - Kyle Kostecki

video link to other version: www.youtube.com/watch?v=iR0_odbxGgM

Blue Cucumber 2019 Space

And the road seemed to twist and turn, yeah,
And the sky was all charcoal burned, yeah,
And the cars were all over-turned, yeah,

And the road was all twists and turns, yeah,
And the sky was all charcoal burned, yeah,
And the cars were all over-turned, yeah,
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah,

I made some words that turned to stone, yeah,
I put them into a sugar cone, yeah,
Fed them to a boy in my homeland,
He grew sick now I’m all alone, yeah,

Fed ‘em to a boy in my homeland,
He grew sick now I’m all alone, yeah,
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

additional guitar: a.guise
bass: k. krievin
drums: j.strum
mixing: sonic wizard

Fetus of myself, in eternal coma of love
Can’t digress, can’t regress
No life to live

Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah
Oh look me in the eye,  Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah

She’s fallen down the stairs, and in my little head, I know I’m dead, no life to live

Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah
Oh look me in the eye, Yeah said you wouldn’t lie, yeah, yeah

Guitar and Vox: J.Horricks
Additional Guitar: A.Guise
Bass: K.Krievin
Drums: J.Strum
Cover Art: K.Krievin
Mixing: Sonic Wizard

Stairs

I recorded the vocals for this when the interior roof of the apartment building was removed.  It was about 4am and I had to whisper sing to feel that I wasn't disturbing the tenants in the other 'apartment' that could probably hear me thinking...haha

Can't Get You Out Of My Head Kylie Minogue (cover) -phineas Gauge

I'm not one of those guys who brags about how stacked his amp or guitar is...but do I love to look at guitars on the internet and dream of buying them...hell yes!

I ain't no gear head, but I like my guitar porn
I ain't no gear head, but I like my guitar porn
though I'm thoroughly convinced, the only box I'll ever love is the one with strings attached
I'm thoroughly convinced, the only box I'll ever love is the one with strings attached.

The rhythm the melody, the plectrum, the capo
the rhythm the melody, the plectrum, the capo
I ain't no gear head, but I like my guitar porn 
I ain't no gear head, but I I like my guitar porn porn

addtl guitar: Alan Guise
Bass: K.Krievin
Album Art: K.Krievin

Songwriter ll

Guitar Porn

Haaa 
Music is so fickle, I'd rather eat a pickle
Salt and vinegar runnin' down your chin
Where do I even begin?
Loving music is the, original sin
It comes out in spineless beats
And sonorous jangled sheep like bleats

Making meat sacks sway with reckless abandon
Pity the mind as though it hit by a cannon
Mmm
And if there's one thing everybody knows, it's this

Up tempo for beers, down tempo for tears x3

And everything in-between
there's probably music for your spleen
it borders on the downright obscene
if you have a minute give a listen
let it trickle through, your nervous system
Clothed in silence and masking noise
Some would say it takes grace and poise
To them I say, music is a horrible vice
Music is neither slender nor is it sleek

Behold, Believers, Heathens and Dreamers I've punched a hole with my tongue through my Cheek x3

Fickle Pickle

How can the masters know their pets when the cheese has been denied?
head to the apothecary for replenishments

The monkey gets the weasel at least for a little while
This is the way it goes in the land of the crocodile

Richard is a dick, as willy is known to bob,
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh haw!!!!!

I'm solitary refined wined and dined
y'all can relate to my kind
careful what you wish for cause careful what you find
the jungle ain't the only place with strange animals

an old man's drink, fake flowers on a hat
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x2
I sold all of my bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico
x something...

Jess Horricks - guitar, vocals
Graham Horricks - bass
Alan Guise - guitar, vocals
Kris Krievin - Drums

Richard is a Dick

Richard Is A Dick

I know what you’re thinkin’, we don’t need no conversation anymore,
Let’s get out from down here, and head up to the second floor ahaa, Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey!
Yeah, They say gettin' there is half the fun,
With my crew like this, 
Once the fun has begun,
Aw ya know, we ain't never done,
We ain't never what?
We ain't never done Heeey!
Yeah, break it down somethin'

Now get into the sauna, let the steam, penetrate your clothes, its gettin’ kind o' hot here, what should we do? Throw some coal on the open fire,
And the world is an oyster, and girls, you are the pearls, 
Some sediment of sweetness, so roll on downtown by my side awhaa,
Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey, Yeah!
awhaa!, awhaa!
They say getting there is half the fun,
With cats like these, any o' these
Aw ya know,  Once it's a-begun, they ain't never done
They ain't never what?  They ain't never done!
Yeah!  Break 'em off somethin'
uhh, uhh, uhh,
Yeah

vocals and guitar: j.horricks
add'tl guitar and vocals: a.guise
bass: g.horricks
drums: k.krievin
sax and piano: t.horricks
bckgrd vox: a.skirtschack
add'tl percussion: d.scavarelli

Tired Of Wearing Longjohns

lyrics
I know what you’re thinkin’, we don’t need no conversation anymore,
Let’s get out from down here, and head up to the second floor ahaa, Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey!
Yeah, They say gettin' there is half the fun,
With my crew like this,
Once the fun has begun,
Aw ya know, we ain't never done,
We ain't never what?
We ain't never done Heeey!
Yeah, break it down somethin'

Now get into the sauna, let the steam, penetrate your clothes, its gettin’ kind o' hot here, what should we do? Throw some coal on the open fire,
And the world is an oyster, and girls, you are the pearls,
Some sediment of sweetness, so roll on downtown by my side awhaa,
Sweet!
I know what’s on your mind Hey, Yeah!
awhaa!, awhaa!
They say getting there is half the fun,
With cats like these, any o' these
Aw ya know, Once it's a-begun, they ain't never done
They ain't never what? They ain't never done!
Yeah! Break 'em off somethin'
uhh, uhh, uhh,
Yeah
I know what you're thinkin' 
we don't need, no conversation anymore
let's get out from down here
and head up to the 2nd floor awuha,
Sweet!
I know what's on your mind hey
yeah
they say gettin' there is half the fun
but with my crew like this
once the fun has begun
aw ya know, we ain't never done
we ain't never what?  
we ain't never done!
Hey
credits
released October 1, 2002
vocals and guitar: j.horricks
add'tl guitar and vocals: a.guise
bass: g.horricks
drums: k.krievin
sax and piano: t.horricks
bckgrd vox: a.skirtschack
add'tl percussion: d.scavarelli

Tired Of Wearing Longjohns (Daddy's stoned Ext'd Version)

Canary’s in the coal mine, will she rise to sing again?
Heat is hot and the lights are out, I can’t hear my little friend
Guess I’ll swing the axe again, one last strike before I’m dead
A dirty hand finds a match, to light my last cigarette
One last spark in the dark, course there’s gold on the other end
Figures I’d win the lottery on the last day I get to spend

The air grows thick and the stone is wet, I wish I would’ve stayed in bed
Amongst the old blackened rock, I wipe the sweat from my dizzy head
Time slows and my breathing shows, I think to my kid and the marionette
Cigarette’s gone and the day is done, guess I’ll never see them again
Voices cast from the after-life, hell can’t be as hot as this
Suddenly I feel a breeze, lungs suck up the oxygen
I look up and see my friends, dug me out of the cave-in

Another close shave with death, I think to my kid and the marionette
The gold and the coal and all the rest, another chance I’m feelin’ blessed
Canary’s in the coal mine, she won’t rise to sing again, I thank you for your sacrifice
Until we meet again.

Canary in the Coal Mine

Support

Canary In The Coalmine

Yeah, uh huh, Mmmmm
The mojo is weird,
The weirdness is everywhere,
It sits in us all,
But mostly in me,

Oh my sea-sick love, is there a God above?
To rule over these, trampolines and monkey's

We're all snow blind it would seem,
but it's ok, I've got the cure 
And you can catch my disease

Oh my sea sick love, is there a God above?
To rule over these, trampolines and monkey's,

So dust off your marbles, And polish your magpies,
Cause I've got clever hands, And the kitty in the clutter box,
is pushing hour sands

The Weirdness

Every minute every hour every day, 
The World spins away,
I want to display,
How beautifully it takes my breath away,
away, away,
So let the sunlight in your eyes,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,

Every minute every hour every day, 
The World spins away,
I want to display,
How beautifully it takes my breath away,
away, away,
So let the sunlight in your eyes,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Open all the doors,
Should feel just fine,
just fine,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon,
And howl at the moon, the moon, the moon.

guitar/vocals: J.Horricks
Bass: G.Horricks
Drums: D.Erickson

Every minute every hour every day (2023)

A funky rock track we recorded a long time ago where I sound like a serial killer at the beginning and would re-record those vocals had I the stem tracks....still...I enjoy listening...turned out pretty good in my estimation.  I would tag the other players on this track, they said I could put it up on the internets, but I do not know if they are down.  So  I'll just leave it at this..unless I am given consent to reveal the mystery players hah hah.

Vacation

Wow!
Uh-huh
I can tell you've been eating your wheaties girl, cause you're all fit up right!
Can you feel me?
Oh Girl!
What you do to me
A misquitoes pleasant biting, I need that itch to distract from that other....ITCH!
You pour so smooth into my coffee cup, like an angry wallet that don't give a fuck
Uh!
Wow!
Uh-huh!
On a funkadelic highway, we do it my way
Sitting so sleazy on the rhinestone road, Batten down the doors to punch in the code
Whaa!
It goes tip, tap, toe, now disrobe
show that dance floor what ya know
Uh!
Go!
I feel like a secret agent man, when ever I go to the can
And I think, I'm rich again
Oooooooooh
Aaahaaaah
(Theme)
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
 just throw your hands up in the air right now
just throw your drinks up, get loud, get wild
They boy's gonna show ya how we get down
Theme's in the building so pour another mother fuckin' round
Shake it down til we bring the ceiling down and the bury the crowd
Show these rappers what it means to be underground
I'm spittin' frozen shit, sendin' shivers up your spine
I'm like a mutant, I shape-shift, inside your mind
I turn to liquid, take your brains enough to write I flip it
cause the rust on my head for you is just too sick and twisted
Yeah you don't know it yet, but I got you addicted
Yeah my world domination plan is being implemented
I say fuck all that beginner shit, I only start shit to finish it
my records limitless, yours is diminishing
I see the future call me prophet with a vision
the rats inside the pot can call me cook inside the kitchen

Bass - Jess Horricks
Rhythm Guitar - Jess Horricks
Additional Guitar - James Marie
Additional Vocals - Josh Fitzgerald a.k.a. Theme
Additional percussion - Kyle Kostecki

Funkadelic Highway

Bass In.
Guitar 1 in slide.
2 reps of guitar idea.
Ahhh *J
Guitar 2 in.
Yaaa!
Ahh hell no!

Monkey see and monkey do I wanna get a hold of you
But it really doesn’t matter right now because….
Just dance! X 4
Guitar 1 riff change
Bass riff change
Drum change


Bridge
Guitar new riff. 2 x whistle
Do PE Do Pe Do – Jess
Ahhh
Eeeeee
After 6 reps of guit 1, add guit 2
Monkey vocals x 3 Ah Ah Ah Ah
Just dance x 5
Bass riff change. Background Jess

Bridge 2
Trumpet
Bass & Drums (like chorus)
Lead guit near end. Trumpet solo
Take us home!
Just dance x 9.
(Whisper on 2 and 4.)
Da Da Da Da Da - Trumpet

C-Monkey (Bare Mr.Bones)

C-Monkey (Bare Mr. Bones)

I sway, like a leaf, in, the autumn breeze
I fall, verdant green, feeling so serene

Crimson, golden red, remember those words she said
And I, will have tonight, to hold your arms in mine
Yes, I will have tonight, to hold your arms in mine
x2
j.horricks - vocals, guitar, trumpet
k.krievin - bass

Golden Leaf

The trumpet sang, a thousand fiery embers in my heart, on the sun
I felt you there, quiver of cupid’s arrows in the air, oh amazon
And I, love you, and you, love me
Took me to another place, where the sky was your face and I the breeze,
Singing through the trees
And the whistling brook, saw us playing games in the rains,
Until the shadows fell, and we did it all again,
And I, love you, and you, love me
And I, love you, and you, love me

songwriter

Ember

A chill ambient tune with some excellent percussion Sonic Wizard wrote in to keep it fresh.

Cattails in the breeze I've fallen,
For her again she's nameless,
Crickets singing, her song of,
Cattails in the breeze

Cat Tails

Some, get by on beauty,
and some, are good with their hands,
and some, feel there is a goal,
Phineas Artillery.docx
and some,
feel they are fat.
Conscripted into being, some throw it away,
some are taken...
The rest until it's too late
(Solo)
Inadvertently stealing, simultaneously feeling,
What is this?
We're revealing?
The floor of the theatre shakes,
and threatens to give
way
Micro, Macro, cosmentality
Choosing our reality
Different pre
-
wreck visits
If it adds or subtracts, what is the purpose of the sum?

Written mostly on long walks, an introspective existential reckoning.
vocals/bass/guitar - j.horricks
addt'l guitar - alan guise

Sometimes it means the World
Sometimes you just wanna give it away
You spend yours and I'll spend mine
Oh Precious time

Sometimes you meet a girl
Sometimes you just wanna give her away
You spend mine and I'll spend yours
Oh Precious time

It builds up like a pearl
Youth traded for wisdom inside
You spend yours and I'll spend mine
Oh Precious time
Oh Precious time

precious time - phineas gauge

Song is dedicated to my first gf's brother..I like to jam this one with other people because it's easy to pick up and catchy?

Your sister don't love me no more (no more) 
She thrown me in the cold outside the door (outside the door)
Your sister don't love me (she don't love anybody)
She don't love anybody
Sing it now!
When I was old enough to cry, it's what I did now
Singin' when I was old enough to cry, it's what I did now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cry, cry, cry
Your sister don't love me no more (she don't love me no more)
She thrown me in the cold outside the door (the door)
Yeah your sister don't love me (she don't love me)
She don't love anybody
Sing it now!
When I was old enough to cry, it's what I did now
Singin' when I was old enough to cry, it's what I did now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cry, cry, cry
cry, cry
(your sister don't love me)

J.Horricks - vocals, guitar
Graham Horricks - bass
James Marie - additional guitar, lead
K.Krievin - drums

Marks Song v2

If you were sick, and I was around
I would make you, chicken soup
and put you to bed
and sing to you
call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

And then I woke up, all alone
I stayed in bed, no reason to get out
and I sent, a telepathic message
that said call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

Written in my teens, recorded in my 40's :p :D

she says

A truly zany 'Circus Fred Penner Funk' selection that is both cute and obnoxious...I could see it being on a kids show but not necessarily  😛😄

I am the octopus

 Indiana Jones (building a house)
(uck man yeah k tell me when you’re ready, my punishment, everybody this is
serious,this is retard, I need a stick, I just um)
You look in the chameleon’s eyes
Prepare yourself for the diamond surprise
The salmonella skies send down rejuvenating flies
We feast on their sighs and sing
The lows are the highs when the ear drum eats its ice cream
Thick is the cream of the rash
When you feel Aphrodite’s lash
(thick is the cream of the rash)
Feeling for a form, it’s coming by storm

Indiana Jones, Indiana jones, Indiana Jones (thick is the cream of the rash)
Get over here and save me! What the heck?!
I’m drinking mountain dew past midnight
Where are you?
(Indian Jones and the temple of stoned x3 of...)
Stoned!
The marrow, it’s a sparrow, a-sparrowgus
It flows in the veins and feels no restraint
(none whatsoever!)
As it grabs, a hold of the tain
t
(Oh my God!) A sickly nightly saint (genuflect)
Old paint
Sing!
Oh my cat, my cat I want to pet you!
You see a mouse?
I see a mouse!
It’s building a house (squeak) Yaw
Iz building a haus

🤣  This 'song' was created complete with a coffee percolating sound effect recorded with the condenser mic, live spanking, and lyrically is complete stream of consciousness.  The end makes me laugh everytime.


Indiana Jones (building a house)

This one here's a bubbly and effervescent test tube of time distillation, an ode to integrity, an utterance of a truth that still holds the water with which it was wistfully wrangled.
j.horricks-vox,trumpet,guitar,bass
m.hamelin-guitar solo
sonic wizard-addt'l mixing and production

Funky ll

Where I'm Going To

Where I'm going To

Recorded late night waaay back whenever, my friend at the time, recorded some beat boxing then went to sleep. I made a song out of it :p

The guitar solo section is mostly 4ths and I remember at the time thinking 'Ya! 4ths!  Something really different!  Nobody ever does that!   lol, there's a reason for that.  It's like a middle finger suddenly springing up in the recording.  Which I think I was going for?   Nowadays I find it really jarring and am slightly pissed off that I did that. I no longer have the bedtracks for it however, so this is how it stays.

Girl, when I said I needed you, I wasn't playin' 'round.
Got my passport on file.
I'll be takin' a trip, on my way to see you.
And when I do, Oh!
Girl, my mind is made up. Still I ain't struttin' like no peacock, for
the chicken heads
Gimme’ one slice of bread, and I will make a sandwich
One you never seen before,
one with a beautiful head, 
Of lettuce, cherry tomato,
the havarti of my soul, and some mustard on parole.
Ninja in the west, is livin' off lemon zest.
I tried my best, now put me to the
test.
Pretty flowers, diamond daffodils, flamin' flamingoes,
and all those other skills.
My mind is more riddled than a puzzle,
a puzzle of a maggot sittin' in a garbage bag in the dream,
a dream I discarded long long ago,
a dream that made me insane

Cuckoo (feat. Vov Abraxas)

Cuckoo 4eva

Cuckoo (feat.Vov Abraxas)

Fix the sickness of your head
Are we breeding just not to be dead
People are burning books that I once read
I once read

And where am I, where am I, right now?
it's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I, right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head, or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!
Think about the wisdom we all claim to know
Nothin' more than cowboys and indians 
Fighting over gold!
Fighting over gold
Fighting over gold
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my head or it's out
OUT!
Where am I, where am I right now?
It's in my head, it's in my or it's out
OUT OUT OUT!


Where am I

Where Am I

You said you were my friend,
and I was ready to defend,
but did something else catch your eye?
or did you get caught in a lie?
like a fruit fly to a glass of wine
a fruit fly to a glass of wine
to a glass of wine
glass of wine
I would have had your back
if you could've picked up the slack
I didn't want to attack
but I see you've got a knife
I see you've got a knife
and if you could see the beauty
that I see in you
the colours wouldn't fade
this story would be great
all these things will pass
when changes come relax
life's a bitter friend
lonely til the end
but a good one at that
a good one at that
a good one at that

A Good One at That

A Good One At That

My first full blown country song.  So get out yer shotgun n' ol yeller n' cry about it all with that 2-4 under the seat.  That's what I did.

Tip the Bottle
The bottle don’t mean Jack, without you babe
I’m goin it alone
N’ I don’t care about the size of your rack
I’m goin’ it alone
But I ain’t dyin’ of no heart attack
I’m goin’ it alone
N’ someone get this monkey off my back
I’m goin’ it alone

Won’t someone, come and, tip this bottle 
For me
Won’t someone, come and, tip this bottle 
For me

Silence in the air is kinda heavy
I’m goin’ it alone
N’ I can’t ask for you to be ready
I’m goin’ it alone
So you n’ him are finally goin’ steady
I’m goin’ it alone

Won’t someone, come and, tip this bottle
With me
Won’t someone, come and tip this bottle
For me
For me 
For me

Lead Guitar and Percussion - James Marie

Tip The Bottle (I'm Goin' It Alone)

Phineas Gage, was a man who suffered a tragic accident when a railroad spike he was tampering explosives with, went through his head. His personality changed. Phineas Gauge liken the spike to music, altering their fundamental nature, in an utterly profound way.  

     We humbly invite you to better acquaint yourself with our rather eclectic music of which we are very passionate. It makes us think of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle. It is like being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter. 

    Strange, comforting, a funny tickly feeling just prior to the first wave of psychedelic introspection, a paradox on a long pier, and you sold all of your bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

for further enquiry contact here or at: jesshorricks@gmail.com

pH!ne@$ g@uGE

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