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

LifeInMono(GreatExpectationsSoundtrackCover)

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)
The lovely ladies lactate lager, 
That the lethargic leopards might, 
Lustily locate, Their libations alleviate, frustrations damage mitigation, 

(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk until I crawl, 
Out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn

Small droplets form rivulets on the tongue, for every new dram is a ladder rung, to better ascend the heaven's of delerium, falling through the holes of a societal net, black jack danny's final bet, 
(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk til I crawl, out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn 
(All together now!)
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, in a sparsely furnished room, forty percent to our heads, our salvation and our doom, forty percent to our heads, in a sparsely furnished room, 
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, Our salvation and our doom, 
Our salvation and our doom, Our salvation and our doom
E.Piano: Tom Horricks

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)

Like Steve Buscemi you broke the levy, Continuing to astound from the Pitcher's mound, yet you're the only one who could hit a home run, ninth inning and we've only just begun
See the results of the experiment, it gives off such a masochistic scent, tastes like blood, sweat and tears, with a hint of bank account in arrears, social fearrrsss

Vanilla Chinchilla lady killa swallow pilla to revilla tones of truity removing incongruity and further establish a state of balance,
This is your last chance, pay heed to the silent watcher's 
tarry not at silver-tongued talkers, laying both spells and curse,
Listen to the Universe

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

My nose is clogged, my brain is fogged, my girl is dogged, 
What betta chedda to inhale wheneva, this shit is raw!

Sailing seas of pastime activities let's challenge our proclivity
to assail each other's symmetry, and wake in anothers arms,

I come bearing arms to further assault your charms, and strive to imbibe your diatribe, that I may fly as bird to sky and negate serious harm

I'm not you see strictly a soliloquy though I know, I could go another decade or so, to be you see, not another casualty of love and lost limbo's, stick and toss bimbos, timeless it would seem, this is quite the scene, yes the net is cast, though it feels we'll catch the past, let's ride this to the end, it's my turn to see how far you will bend, let's dance for everything sacred, I choose to do it naked, upon my death bury me in baby's breath and know I tried to make it

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

Hip Happenstance

Mother Funker

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

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

songwriter

Cat Tails

Very singer-songwriter..a little something lyric-wise about everyone in my immediate family.

Hours and hours of legos in my room, doin what it was that I do
Playing songs for my mom in the kitchen that I wrote
playing each song note for note
now I know my dad that I never really got to know
Take the world on strong, yeah I know
singin' ood a lolli ood a lolli
golly what a day
My sister and me, VCR, 
who'd have known I'd a wind up here playing guitar
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what day 
My brother and me in the back woods breaking sticks
The sticks were the swords and the words that we said never end
Singin ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day
ood a lolli ood a lolli golly what a day

Autobiography

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I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL

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!


Funky ll

Where am I

Where Am I

Mahragan El Yateem - اغنيه اليتيم - فيجو #MOHSEN توزيع

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

Songwriter ll

A Good One at That

A Good One At That

Weaving in and out of houseparties within Canada. Touring with father during summer breaks (as a reckless dancer XD).  Quitting Uni in further search of musical opportunity.  Frolicking amongst the Werewolves of London, learning about busking and not mentioning such things at the borders.   In the bars of Australia, but mostly in the natures.  A brief stint aboard a cruise ship in a cover band.  tripping along the west coast and into Mexico and back, with 12 other dirty hippies, chased by a long stay in India.  Being Schizophrenic makes for a lot of unusual memories. 

 Thoughts of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle.  Being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter.  

Phineas Gauge is an organic gestalt, a musical family centered around unique songwriting, rooted within universally related emotions.  While some songs are more whimsical in nature;  Others are created with the intent to make you feel rather than safe and entertained.  A multi-genre entity that believes firmly in tandem experiencing and delivering sonic revelations 
The original Phineas Gage, was a railroad worker  who suffered a tragic accident, when a tamping iron he was packing explosives with, went through his head. They survived yet their personality changed.  Phineas Gauge metaphorically likens the tamping iron  to music,  permanently and positively altering their personalities in an utterly profound way.
The band Phineas Gauge playfully changed ‘Gage’ to ‘Gauge’ to indicate a form of measurement.  As if to say, how does one measure the significance by which one is changed by such potent cosmic forces..



'Half the time I’m not even certain whether or not I’m listening to a song, reading a poem or memoir, or staring at a painting'  - A guy I met once


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

Autobiography

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