Thank you so much Alexander Timoshenko for your endless mixing tips. What a pro.

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Daily inspired by your advent
Adventuring into your present
Presenting you with a birthday card

Plainly admired from a distance
Deciding on your persistence
Perusing through your psyche files

Reminds that I look forward to being alive
As I stare at your beautiful eyelids
Fold in perfect unison

Shake your hand for sustenance
Like warm and buttered succulence

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Hmm... I don't know how you feel
And I don't know if we could still
Maybe one day talk about some day

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Daily inspired by your advent
Adventuring into your present
Maybe one day

Plainly admired from a distance
Deciding on your persistence
Perusing through those deep blue eyes
Maybe one day we'll talk about it

Hand comb movin' like brush strokes
Through the water of all of her hair
Like preparing a delicatessen
Carefully arranging to share

But the one thing you should never know
Is the one thing I'm gonna tell you so

Hm(m)... I don't know (with lyrics) - Pop / Electronic Version

Well, maybe not a fugue but fugal.

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Hey God, where did all my hens go?
Boots and coats
Cones and knives
Life hangs in mine

A billion years is a drop in the pond
When you're shootin' the shit with Jesus Christ
And then a whole ocean of time
Gives you an eternity on your knees

So then I ask...
Good God, why would you want to pray for always, forever?

You heathen genius child
You're gonna try to outrun your demise
The singular focus of your life
Begs not only the question How but Why

So then I ask...
My God, why would you want to live for always, forever?

Standing with a knife that little chicken dies
I wonder if I'll see her in heaven
But as she closes her eyes
I know that we are doomed to be forgotten

For always, forever
For always, forever

the Fugue Song / For Always, Forever (demo)

Summers running wild, we were free
Like a gang of squirrels in the trees
Mischievous, a little devious
That came easiest in Shrewsbury 

One brother's playing drums downstairs
Another's in China studying there
The last is working a big boy job
And my father's reading in his broken chair

He liked the read those books
About the battles won with calvary
An affection for the guns they used
To fight for our country's liberty

But the greatest gift he shared with me
Was a fishing rod and week
To spend at every summer's end
Down at our favorite Missouri stream

Wading in the waters with my brothers and my father
I'm a kid again
Where the summer's always breezy
And the river runs easily along
Though the years have come and passed
It's better that in peace you rest
That's my point of view
But below the bridge at Bennett
Springs to life the memory of you

At one point in your life you had it all
Wife, kids, and job as a politician
Good position with the best intentions

But an accident and attitude
Aged you rather fast
Without the grace to grab the falling pieces
Made you bitter towards the past

But if ever there was a thing
That you did so unwavering
Was to drive us at every summer's end
Down to our favorite Missouri stream

CHORUS

The last few years were getting rough
You were hard to be around
And one Sonny day in February
Your body let you down

And though beautiful were all the stories
Told at that final gathering
The place in my heart you'll always be
Is below the bridge at our favorite stream

Wading in the waters with my brothers and my father
I'm a kid again
Where the summer's always breezy
And the river runs easily along
Though the years have come and passed
It's better that you're gone at last
That's just my point of view
But below the bridge at Bennett
Springs to life the memory of you

And below the bridge at Bennett
I'll always think of you


Below the Bridge at Bennett (demo)

Thanks so much for the violin and cello parts, Julia and Stefan Freund. What a freakin' treat...! 

Also mixed and mastered by Wil Reeves.

#josephMitFreunde
#Freundinger

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Country boy goes to the city
With a contact from a lady in the choir
's a guy named Mr. Patterson
and he lives in the city where my dreams are inspired

He was cool and quick and pretty clean cut
But not so much in a wholesome way
Said he'd show me the town if I drove around
And bought him some beer as pay

Beer stop, Shock top, Pork chops?

Anyways we drove from apartment to apartment
Met his friends, all these starving artists
'Cept they all worked in the fine dining department
So they were actually well fed and pretty charming

But as the sun went down, the friends got shadier
I stuck around to break some barriers
Talking a lot, trying to figure it out
But they stopped me when I stuck too far out

"Hey, you ask a lot of questions, kid. You a cop?"

"Shit!"

I feel so awkward like a fish outa' wata'
Flippin' and floppin' to flea
Beggin' to ol' Mr. Fisherman
Hopin' he'll let me free

White lines into rhymin'

Tell me how I'm gonna hide
When I see his face I know I'm in it for tonight

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So I guess one of the guys owned a limo business or something...

We rode to the middle of nowhere
To meet up with a guy named Vennie K
Said he was an up-and-coming something or another
who was fakin' it til it's made

And I saw something in the corner of his place
From the corner of my eye
But I'll tell ya the rest of it just like this
In the spirit of that night

They were snuffin' some of that pure stuff
Roughin' it up
Feelin' the luck in their blood lining up
Jumpin' around
The sounds collectin' up in the clouds
And it all comes down from the sky so free

And their style is rhyming like me, but, but free-styling
And they do it with ease, without even trying
It was amazing, the pace and the spacing
All based on events in the moment
They're joking

Strokes going off on their black pants
Stances like dance, they dancin'
Taking the chances with the beat
Banging on to the floor
The door
Man standing on the outside
Knock knockin' and cop calling
Damn what do I do

Just tell me how I'm gonna hide
When I see his face I know I'm in it for tonight

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Speed up, shoot up, clean up
Meet up, speed up, shoot up, clean up

Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Now everyone's going wild

Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Now everyone's gettin' high

Back track, Snap Chat, Black cat, Laugh track
Back track, Snap Chat, Black cat, Laugh track

"Who took my cell phone, bro?
You take my cell phone, bro?
Who took my cell phone, bro?
Maybe the new guy took my cell phone, bro."

"You've got to be kidding me. I think I recognize that building. Yup, that's my car over there. Man, I gotta get the fuck outa here."

Cell Phone Bro - "String Trio" version

Thanks so much for the violin and cello parts, Julia and Stefan Freund. They are real pros.

Also mixed and mastered by Wil Reeves.

Lydian - "String Trio" version

0:00 Radio Intro
02:17 Instrumental Intro ->
04:02 Cell Phone Bro
09:12 Lydian
16:04 Below the Bridge at Bennet
22:17 Hm(m)… I don’t know
26:19 5AM
32:33 For Joanie -> Cousin Dave
39:43 LalaBlaBlu
47:04 Jeremiah solo
51:46 Fugue Song (For Always, Forever)
57:15 You Can’t Fool Computers (by Gerry Fialka)
1:00:15 Short Conversation

Notes: Our second gig and probably last for a while as Jeremiah heads off to Italy for at least two years! This was a fun one. And an infinite thanks to all the work those KOPN guys do to make things happen, especially Jackie and David.

Joseph and Jeremiah - KOPN show - 2016-08-05

the mvp from a massively distributed cloud-leveraged automated music making process

Reimagine / Hello World / Bach Invention #1 cover

Pizza Night - Demo

One day I'll get back to making some music. Today is not that day. Tomorrow is also not that day. One day will be that day, however.
https://www.josephweidinger.com/

Joseph Weidinger

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