Wake Up: Daydream, God of War

and some dark waves.

Rhys Fraser's Album

Parkside

to be Frank

I think this is the best song I've ever done. I wrote it years ago, but I think this is the first take of it I feel does it justice. Hope you like it! 

Lyrics: The Lake Song

It’s 99
in the summer sun
I ain’t got a clue
what’s been going on
I’ve got a beer to drink 
and a guitar to strum
and a song to sing
about someone I love

Got five bars I hear
but my phone ain’t on
I think it’s inside up the stairs somewhere, I may be wrong
The breeze is soft and smooth 
beneath the blue-red sky above
a bunch of forests that ignited
right beneath the midday sun

Between the sad majestic cries
of a loon’s depressed surprise
at the premature demise
of a friend who couldn’t fly
as I lay out on the dock
beneath the sunshine in my eyes
behind them I can’t help but wonder
did that loon’s friend even try

I couldn’t say it wouldn’t
And I wouldn’t say I it couldn’t
Shouldn’t blame it but I would if 
I could shame it to the sky
I’d point right in its face
As if it fell right out of space
And I would put it in its place 
And make a damn good case to fly

I’d say to chase a dream
That you can’t quite catch
Believe in something
That you haven’t seen yet
Run a race, if you finish last
Know you gotta start slow 
That’s just the way to get fast

It’s 65 
and the summers done
For a sec I thought I knew
but now the moment’s gone
Still got beer to drink 
and a guitar to strum
And I’ve still got songs to sing
I’m cold but still in love

Was true I had five bars up here 
now I’ve got none
‘cause I left my phone in my shorts and then I got drunk
and jumped and split the waves
beneath the blue-grey sky above
a bunch my friends dying laughing
at my stupid drunken stunt

And that loon’s cries still fill the night
guess it was more than just surprise
that made a bird forsake the sky
that it was only born to fly
‘Cause now September’s come and gone
like that loon’s friend returned to dust and memories that are enough
to make a past that carries on

And I couldn’t say it shouldn’t
and I couldn’t say it wouldn’t
shouldn’t blame it but I would
if I could shame a loon to fly
I’d point right in its face
with calloused honesty I’d say
its friend’s short life was just a waste
if that loon mourns away its time

Because it never chased a dream
It just assumed it couldn’t catch
It had no faith in anything 
It couldn’t see yet
It went and ran a race 
And when it finished last
It decided being slow
Meant it would never be fast

It chose not to brush the sky
So it could’t crash
To live to die slow
Rather than try to get fast
Chose to leave its friend alone
For the eternal past
And a legacy as empty
As the dreams it never had

It’s not that I don’t care
But I’m still moving on
I can’t rewrite the past
But I can write a song
To keep those poor sad birds alive
For like three minutes at a time
At least in memories of mine
Where even though they’re dead and gone
When I sit out by the dock alone
Beneath a starless empty sky
On a silent winter night
I can still hear them sing their song

The Lake Song

Guitars and GarageBand for iOS and whatnot. I'm a budget conscious musical hack.

A Summer Time Kind of Song

Blowing Off Steam

The Songs We Leave Behind

Smile

The Way You Do

This one does not have a crocodile, so that's bad?

No Attention Span

A tribute to Drift Away. I like the guitars (there are several)

That Rock and Roll (reprise)

That Rock and Roll

Speak for God

Inspired loosely by Pachelbel's Canon. Structured in sections - solo piano, edm-y, short slow piano, rings and strings, and edm-y-er. Recorded and mixed with GarageBand for iOS, although by recorded I mean recorded using thumbs on GarageBand for iOS.

Canon in C

perception plus something is how you make nothing

The Morning After The Last Rooster Dies

The moment that it all went wrong
I heard my bad luck song come on
And from that first beat of the drum
I just thought I can’t be here

But I had nowhere to go
And so I let the whiskey flow
And as I watched my world implode
I just thought best stick to beer

Why do I never seem to learn
I’m like ignorance personified 
I choose to trust in lies
And deny the sun will rise
The morning after the last rooster dies

The crusaders prayed to god
Before they spilled the Persians’ blood
And as they slogged on through the mud
They swore the lord must be near

The worst of all claimed noble cause
For passing the Nuremberg laws
And murdering millions without pause
They swore his heart was sincere

We’ve had two thousand years to learn
Since Jesus Christ was crucified
Still we choose to trust in lies
And still deny the sun will rise
The morning after the last rooster dies

She was here and she was sad
So when she saw that wanted ad
And thought about the things she had
She left to start a new life

Though I know I tried my best
Nonetheless she up and left
And left me with my heart bereft
I guess it’s best not to try

I guess I just don’t want to learn
If it means I have to compromise
If it means have to say goodbye
Only know love when I close my eyes
I don’t want to make that sacrifice

I can live my days in misery
Or keep someone else by my side
But I’d rather trust in lies
And just deny the sun will rise
The morning after the last rooster dies

The Morning After The Last Rooster Dies

Giving my best shot at covering Dobie Grey’s Drift Away. Definitely didn’t do it justice, but that’s okay. Thanks from everyone who’s drifted away to your music Dobie. Rest In Peace.

Drift Away - Dobie Gray

Florida Man

Just a tune. Got some neat riffs.

 Another here means “just” or “merely”. I keep tripping on that line when I hear it.

The Cover of a Rolling Stone

I was reading The Curious Case of Benjamin Button this morning. Afterwards I sat down and wrote this song based on it. I kind of like it, but it’s definitely sad.

Once I was a Tired Old Man

Once I was a tired old man
But that was years ago now
Back then I had pride
Back when I was learned
But now I’m too young
For my voice to be heard

Once I was a weary old man
But that was years ago now
Back when my hair was grey
Back then my lungs were burned
Before my skin grew tight
Before my breath returned

Once I was a lonely old man
But I didn’t much mind back then
Now here I am I’m all alone again
But this time I don’t understand
Here I am again but now 
I’m too young to understand

Once I was a broken old man
But that was years ago now
Back then I was numb and dry
Back when I couldn’t cry or hurt
Before my scars opened wide
Before my tears returned

Once I was a lonely old man
But I didn’t much mind back then
Now here I am I’m all alone again
And this time I don’t understand
If this was the plan
I think I need a word with the man

Can you see we’re all born old
Can I make you understand
No we weren’t naive back then
We understood real good my friend
We were born free so we ran
For the empty open road
No matter where it led
We were all born old
Can you understand
We only got young
When we realized 
Someday life would end

Once they called me a tired old man
Told me kid you be young while you can
But now they’re all old
And now I’m young again
So now they won’t believe 
That once I was a tired old man

Benjamin Buttonitis

Try Unity

"Alright, so this song's about, uh... the world getting hotter and, you know, storms getting crazy and forests burning down and shit and climate change obviously being a real and fuckin' urgent thing and Greta Thunberg winning fuckin' Person of the Year and Donald Trump being president of the United States and being a fucking, like, cartoon villain and chirping a fucking sixteen year-old for fucking trying to keep the world from burning down"

I clean up nice
As a point of pride
I was brought up right
So I'm kind and quite polite
But when I meet your eyes
And I smile wide
Like I'm on your side
Just know sometimes bright light's there to blind and that don't mean
That don't mean I won't bury you

I've heard a benign kind of complacency
Defines divine good guys I hate to be
Out of line but I don't buy
Complacency makes you good what lazy lies say never break the face that hates the wayside as he drives by prays for rain and makes a case for hope those there all die why eyes from where life isn't fair are not my right my job to try to dry and keeping from crying if I can just sit by and be the good guy why the fuck should I believe some deity you can't define would preach to pacify hostility go ahead wonder why I have no faith I hate to say you know you're nothing like divinity
Why would my affinity for trying to be kind 
Be superseded by your paradoxical hyperbole trying to justify what are irrefutably contextualized best as hate crimes but the beauty of all the lunacy is you still don't get that every time abuse of crews leads just ends in mutiny 
and you don't see the heat is gonna lead to nothing but the need to define violence against your kind as nothing at all short of divine
If there's a god on any side
You really think he'd rather let you sink the ship
Or back mutiny
I think you're gonna find you're gonna have to walk the plank for peace
Or try unity

Try Unity

I'm stoked on this

Bananas

Ever go to put on a pair of pyjamas
Find you can't quite fit 
In the too tight pyjamas
Then you're going bananas 
in your too tight pyjamas
All like bananananananas
Rolling around in your too tight pyjamas
Stepping back and jumping up
Into your too tight pyjamas
But you still can't fit
In the too tight pyjamas
All like bananananananas

A couple mastodon-ish 
shit picked coffee beans
Being literal esoteric shit
Only speaking in high-status jargonese
To convince rich pricks to drink shit
Are sitting on a fence 
and this was gonna be a joke 
but the punchline don't exist yet 
to make'm take offence 
and I'm over it 

Have you ever opened up a can uh spam scooped it out with your bare hands 
then spilled it out on your pyjamas slapped the can and screamed 
I'll never eat that shit again 
and then just open up another can 
a broken record spinning 
and you don't know why you're spinning 
no you only know you're spinning 
and you're ticking on and on 
like a time bomb 
only takes time and can't stop 
Iyou might ignite a light in your mind 
wait fuck never mind 
the sparks gone let's move along
what was this song about again?
bananas how I'm going bananas how I'm going bananas babananana bawwwwk

Ever go to put on a pair of pyjamas
Find you can't quite fit 
In your too tight pyjamas
Then you're going bananas 
in your too tight pyjamas
All like Bananananananas
Rolling around in your too tight pyjamas
Stepping back and jumping up
Into your too tight pyjamas
But you still can't get
In the too tight pyjamas
All like bananananananas

I hear monkeys always peel them 
from the bottom to the top
They squeeze the tip to split it leave the skin and skip the slipping hazard grip the unripped vine and dip
Cuz if you only need one 
you got no need to take the lot 
and if you leave it on the vine 
it takes way longer to rot 
but on the other three hands 
on the other three hands
on the other three hands 
if you got 'em why not?

Ever go to put on a pair of pyjamas
Find you can't quite fit 
In the too tight pyjamas
Then you're going bananas 
in your too tight pyjamas
All like bananananananas
Rolling around in your too tight pyjamas
Stepping back and jumping up
Into your too tight pyjamas
But you still can't fit
In the too tight pyjamas
All like bananananananas

Bananas in Pyjamas

Ted Kennedy giving RFK's eulogy, but electronic-y

A Tiny Ripple of Hope

Recorded this either last year or the year before. I think last year. Either way forgot it existed, but tis the season

Reindeer Can Fly

Not a less is more kind of guy (obviously)

RF Raser

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