V1 
dobro don’t like logos 
He said so in his post 
He wants to scrape em all off 
Of everything he owns 

He don’t like being a corp whore 
He hate company names 
No word on my gear no more 
I think that he’s just saying 

(chorus) 
No word on my dulcimer 
That smokes my Fender guitars 
Their logo watch it founder 
While I smoke a fat cigar 

My dream is to cream the NASCAR 
e-god what a hideous sight 
My generic electric guitar 
Will show em how to do it right 


V2 
Fender on the headstock 
Makes me like all the rest 
I feel just like a peacock 
and this I must arrest 

Logos they are low class 
In my humble opine 
they reek of tripe and jackass 
and now I’m feeling fine 

(chorus) 

V3 
dobro don’t like low class 
He made a guitar thread 
Does he play the bluegrass 
With no logo on the head 

(of his) lovely wall hung dulcimer 
wearing ambiguous shoes 
trying hard to conjure 
an invisible mountain blues 

etc

Dobro Don't Like Logos

An up-tempo three chord blues with a twist.

Everybodys Got A Worry

A cover of John Lennon's self described rubbish song Cry Baby Cry

Cover of Beatles Cry Baby Cry

Homer Lives

Mack Teh Knife (cover)

MusiciansSuck (and I Can Tell You Why)

A jam in Reason 7 using 1 4 bar block with fades

My New Reggae Song

A sample of vocal processing using Neptune in Reason 7

Give Me Love Neptune

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my job is simple
all i do is stand watch
watch for the ambulance
all night - quiet
crickets in stereo
ah ha
and when the car comes
oh it brings them
fresh from the world
hot from the game
some are shot
some not
some bleed
and some are old
but all are distraught

oh how they protest
everyone says the same - hey
I'm not to be here i got to get back in the game

and when they come to - they are mad
at being put off of their schedule
bad hair
not able to drink or smoke
some feel real life,
for the first time in a long long time
and oh how they protest
everyone says the same - hey
I'm not to be here I gota get back in the game

protesting loudly - what bad luck
they resist - some get depressed
all want to leave
to go
back to the game
the game of chance
yeah where that one fell off a scooter
and then that other one bumped his head
no wound
and then they protest
everyone says the same
hey
i'm not to be here i gota get back in the game

and then from all parts of town
i hear the siren sound
and i know,
there's gonna be trouble
oh
its gonna be a bad bad day
oh
in every way
cause when they get here
everyone says the same
hey
i'm not to be here i gotta get back in the game

oh the horror's of being a fly
every human on earth wants you to die
you woke up with a buzz flying flying flying
then you followed the wrong scent
and you entered the wrong house
by the end of the day you're
dying dying dying
oh they still protest
everyone says the same
hey
i gotta get back in the game

protesting softly
a subtle hint
a look
the eyes tells it all
yeah like hey
where's that rastafarian man with that blond I was looking for
yeah man I wanna get me some of that goat on a stick
ah..
hope he don't speak my language
ah it doesn't matter
the eyes tell it all
I gota get back in the game

wooo


my job is simple
stand watch
watch watch watch for the ambulance
yeah
and then when they get here
everyone says the same
hey
i gotta get
back in the game

yea hit it
whoo hoo who
uea hay how can you tell whos in the game
simple
look at their shoes
everyone says the same
hay
i gotta get back in the game....
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Bad Hair

Did you mean it - when you said "I'm sorry"?

Did You Mean It?

Song about a cowboy. His soul finds its meadow. Or does it?
Cowboy ride your horse
Down the true and steady course
On the never ending trail
Hear the horse flipping its tail
The clipty clap upon the ground
Happiness is just around

The next little town that you come to
A little woman be waiting for you
With eyes so soft you can’t look away
And when she asked you said you’d stay

Cowboy ride your horse
From everyone you will divorce
On the never ending trail
Roll a smoke and then inhale
The clipty clap upon the ground
The far horizon’s where you’re bound

Then the next little town that you come to
A little woman be waiting for you
And your new buddies in the bar room
In the morning smell her perfume

Cowboy ride your horse
Your rigid code you must enforce
On the never ending trail
Another chapter of the tale
The clipty clap upon the ground
The rocks and dust is all you found

(Mid 8)
From east Cheyenne to south despair
The endless string of starry nights
In your head your solemn prayer
And campfire's slowly fading lights
You dream of love and a free range
Prairie dogs, wild horse and water
The nightmares come in form of real change
The life you knew is led to slaughter

Another sad town appears in sight
Are you hoping it’ll be alright?
Will your soul find its meadow?
Or will you keep the status quo?

Cowboy ride your horse
Down the true and steady course
On the never ending trail
Hear the horse flipping its tail
The clipty clap upon the ground
Happiness is just around

Cowboy Ride

In April 08 2023
This was a one take, no bake
No pre  - just me


 I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her

An I know that she will listen to me
Because I love her

I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her

I know she will belive me where the fish are free
Where the fish are free

 I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her

To tell my little girl
That I love her
Oh whoa oh o

I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her
To tell my little girl that I love her
Whoa wo

Yeah she will belive me
Yeah she will belive me

I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her
To tell my little girl that I love her 
-  so bad
I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her
To tell my little girl that I love her 
-  so bad
 
Yeah I know she will believe me
Oh... I know I know

I'm goin to the river where the fish are free
To tell my little girl that I love her
To tell my little girl that I love her

  -  so bad

I'm going to the river where the fish are free

Straight Again

A MIDI programmed piano piece using the Challen piano from Abbey Road Keyboards

My 3/4 invention

Come Home

im in love with a robot
her nemonics are so hot
shes got lazer lips
and silicone in her chips

im in love with a robot
her face really hits the spot
her mother was a mobo
her dad was a mystery

she never cries
she has electric eyes
shes a total prize
she never looks at other guys

im in love with a robot
i should ought not
but she likes me
now im sure you see

She got the lovely sighs
and elastic thighs
gyroscopes for hips
she can dance like a snake on a pogo stick

im in love with a robot
 

I'm In Love With A Robot

Melly sings the blues. Improv session with Melly

Melly Blues

Make The SoundScape

Nice Day For A Heart Break

No Perks

This is a composition made up of blocks in Reason 7. The bed was done over a period of several sessions by simply riffing over a 8 or 16 bar loop. Then one night my singer told me the story of her dream. I wrote it down in song form and she sang it and rapped it. She did about 7 takes, that one and only night. At the time I did not have the music completely done in so far as it had a logical conclusion. So I recorded subsequent blocks to bring it to an end. This posed a problem as her vocal stopped at about the two minute mark. Using Reason I copied her vocal and transposed it as necessary and added harmonies - all her.

In my dream

Momma Don't Worry

Mommy Said

DingyDong

Recorded around 2005 this is one of the first tunes I ever did on a home recorder

The Dually Boys (Master 7 - 20 - 16)

Poor Boy You Cannot Make Me Cry

A million rusty bullets ripped thru my head
Sadly in the morning I still was not dead
In this cold black morning my heart is in hell
Across the tortured waters I hear a faint bell

I put my naked foot on this cold and dusty floor
Shulfled to my feet and stubbed my toe against the door
lit a stubby candle which illuminates the glass
What I saw was hard to handle, took a breath and cursed my class

I should a been a rich man with the things I like to do
I could a been a scholar but I havent got a clue.
I would of been a painter but they took away my brush
Tried my hand at singer and the crowd screamed hush hush 

Every now and then I think that things are not so bad
But long before I know it blue shadows make me sad
Try to find some solace in a glass of happy juice
Realize Im goalless, contemplate the noose 

Brown wind blows away the simple song of this tired man
black skys they are growing -hold on as long as I can
Dont quite have the strength of yesterdays beauty and brawn
I rather take a pill and stretch out on the lawn

Catch some rays
Get some vitamin D
thats ok with me.

look at that seagull no that's a beagle
Listen to the surf of passing cars
I think im on mars

Rusty Bullets

The American Dream

Things I Would Tell A Young Me

She makes my mad heart sing

A tune of the radish eater at the bar jonesing for celery.
July 2020
D Bm A7 G
when the gray light came softly thru my curtain
the writing was clearly on the wall
the answer lay plainly and for certain
it felt easy to up and leave it all   

| F#m Em A7 :|  C G A Asus

blue snow had covered up the black land
impossible to see the way back home
but head there, i must, you understand
i simply had to be alone (like a river stone)

on the way back i had to eat a radish
the roadway was bleak and full of pain
at one spot i thought i had gone maddish
then on came a back beating rain

for endless days i walked upon the rubble
of fortunes lost by the faint of heart
when wolves cried i knew i was in trouble
for once i tried to play my part.
uncover my heart .

Gray Light

the sleek black boat crossed the calm silver lake 
it cut the water smoothly so it left no roiling wake 
the pale yellow sun did put a shadow at my shoe
that passed within a foot of where I sat with my dope crew

the bullet's gash
on the wall you see a splash
oh the bullet's gash
it cut your sweet eyelash

the sleek black boat disappeared into the distance 
gulls were sounding proudly with their strident inconsistance
they called like late nite patrons in need of final drink
with sounds that killed my ears like a pot of boiling ink

the bullet's gash
on the wall you see a splash
oh the bullet's gash
it cut your sweet eyelash

the thinking head aligns itself with a blood red setting sun
and contemplates the loud report from the very close up gun
that ends the pains of all the years piled up like gutter trash
what better way to close the day than bloods from the bullet's gash

the bullet's gash
on the wall you see a splash
untill it cut your sweet eyelash
oh the bullet's gash

The Bullet's gash

I am a home recording enthusiast who writes, arranges, engineers and produces all my own material just like a million others.

I am currently  computer based recording using Reason12 from Reason Studios.

Primarily a guitar player I play all the parts on my songs or sequence them as the song requires. I do all the singing on my tracks

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