William C Smith

Funky Stuff

My arrangement of a traditional Christmas tune for three guitars, and my first attempt at mixing in something other than Audacity. Enjoy!

Bring A Torch, Janette Isabella

Cold coffee in the afternoon
A bright future if I leave a little room
Hearts aching in the late Spring rain
The Winds beckon but they
Cause me so much pain

All in all the things I've learned
Say to hang onto the thing I've earned
But it's...
Well it's...

It's all just background noise...
It's all just background noise...

Cold beer to see the evening fall
Thoughts lost in all the ways we'll give it all
Hearts beating to the sound of drums
Angels whisper of the good that's yet to come

All in all the work we do
May never bring me closer to you
But it's...
Well it's...

It's all just background noise...
It's all just background noise...

Cold Summers in the month of June
Summer's over and it's far too soon to leave
Hard liquor underneath the moon
Heart's breaking to the tune of you and me

All in all we've come so far
Who we were from who we are
But I've done everything I can
Now I owe it to who I am

Is it all just background noise?
Is it all just background noise?

Background Noise

Intonation: Salve Papam Yes! Possum accipere ordinem vestrum?

Frixum Pullum...

Verse:
Walking down the road
The Pope is walking down the road
To Popeye's Chicken

Walking down the road
The Pope is walking down the road
To Popeye's Chicken

Chorus:

Every time the Pope comes to America
He's inclined to eat at Popeyes chicken
But every time he eats there he enjoys it slightly less
What you might read as Popeyes he interprets as Pope Yes


Frixum Pullum (Fried Chicken)

Written by William Smith

William Smith: vocals, guitar, piano, and bass. (.. okay, it's V. I. cello)
Paul Witkamp: vocals
Marissa Ortiz: vocals

Engineered by Andrew Reiman

Papa, your baby stands strong there upon his two feet
Soon to make haste for those places his arms just won't reach
You guide my hand as I trace my desire, my need
Yours is the iron, the anvil, the earth, and the seed

Mama, your baby's been hurt by the words they have said
Tears dry on my cheek as you put my worries to bed
You're heard in every good word that escapes my mouth
Yours is the sun, is the moon in the North and South

In these steps you leave, I'll follow
I will still need you tomorrow

You'll take it all for granted from time to time
You'll seek out truth in slanted rhyme

Child of mine take your time, there's no hurry to grow
Taken in stride there's no telling the places you'll go
Rust in the veins wash away when I see your face
Yours is the Spring, everything in its greed and grace

I will be with you in your sorrow
I will be with you tomorrow
In these steps I leave you'll follow
I will be with you tomorrow

Tomorrow

I'm a golden retriever in human form. Don't touch my tail.

Frixum Pullum (Fried Chicken)

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