Lyrics:

Someday soon, maybe I'll get my life in tune, 
I'll change my ways, I'll leave my phone at home.
I'll leave my calls, my raps, my selfie reflections, 
Spurting alerts of up and coming insurrections.
I'll leave my motivator app, my Mickey D points,
My motoring map, my coolest joints,
My photos of fried crap I ate on trips,
And apps of traps on digital drum kits,
I'll change my ways, I'll get my life in tune.
I'll leave my phone at home.

Chorus:
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone at home.

I'll leave my phone at home, my lifestyle tools,
The Uber button that Lyfts my moods,
My MTA pass to the nether lands,
MyCupid's answer for coming together and
My socially awoke way of fraternizing,
My patented mantras for self-mesmerizing,
For fanatically exercising, moralizing,
Radically organizing and politically polarizing.
I'll get my life in tune.

Chorus:
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone,
He'll leave his phone at home.

I'll leave my phone at home, I'll get my life in tune,
You'll find me soon, getting attuned,  
Psychically groomed, spiritually harpooned,
Ethically unimpugned, commercially de-consumed.
I'll stop. They’ll be no socializing, mobilizing, 
Tranquilizing or synchronizing.
I'll leave my phone at home. I'll be dehumanizing.
I'll leave my phone at home. I'll be an empty room, An echoing tomb, an abandoned groom. I’ll leave my phone at home. 
I’ll be an untethered balloon.

Music, lyrics and performances by Rick Moss

© 2021 Rock Moses

He Left His Phone

Lyrics:

I found a note in a drawer, scribbled to a landlord, or maybe a god, or maybe to myself. 

I can't recall the incident that prompted it, though the handwriting is mine. The words are faint, as if the pen was long dry; the impression tentative, only visible when angled toward the light just so. 

It reads: Fix it, please. By all that's holy. And again: Fix it, fool. At least it looks like fool. It may be: for god’s sake or father or fucker. The legibility trails off. And yet despite the weak hand, from the angle of the strokes and the language used, there's an undeniable urgency to it. Fix it, please.

It seems unlikely that the problem was solved. After all, the note wasn’t delivered. I wonder, is this unnamed something still in disrepair? The message could be years old — maybe a decade. What to do?  

I put pen to paper, but to whom do I direct my inquiry? How can I complain when I'm unsure what's been neglected. There are so many possibilities. 

But then, maybe it doesn't matter which issue I have in mind. Maybe it doesn't matter if I address myself or a god or the landlord.

Fix it, please. By all that’s holy. Fix it, fool. Fix it, father. Fix it, fucker.

Once again, into a drawer, forgotten once more. 

-- Words, music and performances by Rick Moss

© 2023 Rock Moses

Fix It

The One Man Male Voice Choir gives us another track from his forthcoming album 'The Queen is Deaf'; a tribute to legendary 80s band 'The Smiths' who did so much to bring traditional Welsh values of misery, insecurity and nihilistic pessimism to a broader audience.
This is 'I know it's over' of which the OMMVC says "It's got a latin flavour, provided by Rhosnesni combo Los Property, with backing vocals by The Caegotones, a legendary trio. The Wrexham Leader said 'the song's finale is taken over by The Caegotones in a massive exhibition of self-indulgence' which, in a Smiths tribute, is the highest compliment they could have been paid."

I Know Its Over

On the eighth of May 2014, a moment he believes to have been an Act of God, Deaf Jeff Daniels, until then an ordinary fifty three year old Council worker, was kicked in the head by a pig in Pentre Saeson and woke up in the Maelor Hospital with an American accent. 
He was hounded out of his native village Brymbo by people pointing and shouting 'witch', 'nutter' 'oi!' or just 'Ayah!  'Ow's your mam?' 
After two years living in a cave, where he perfected his gravelly voiced sound by eating crows and smoking dock leaves, he was found by a wandering talent scout and signed up to The Fabulous Sandra Records. The rest is history, fame and fortune from St Asaph to Gresford.

Folsom Prison Blues - Deaf Jeff Daniels

Mindfire

Leo rising

“4 Stars - Q Recommends” 
- Q magazine

From the album Strange Part of the Country:

w/ Grammy-winner Tchad Blake (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello), and bass legend Danny Thompson (Robert Plant, Joe Strummer)

"One of the most original artists out there"
- Blues Matters magazine

Folsom Prison Blues - Deaf Jeff Daniels

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