Wild Nettle Prairie Territory
*WNPT EP I-V*

"The Saga of Pizza Tony and Three Tales of Danger, Disaster, and Destiny"

Herein lies Wild Nettle Prairie Territory EP

Music by Tyler Davis and Joe Fink
Produced by Joe Fink

Part I - The Ballad of Pizza Tony Vol. I
Part II - The Ballad of Pizza Tony Vol. II
Part II - ADVERTENCIA
Part IV - Cold Blooded Dust Disco
Part V - The Space Buccaneer's Handbook (Unabridged)

The Space Buccaneer's Handbook (Unabridged)

Cold Blooded Dust Disco

ADVERTENCIA

The Ballad Of Pizza Tony Vol. II

The Ballad Of Pizza Tony Vol. I

This is a demo recording for a podcast idea! 
I'll be diving into some recording processes for thaTFink and WNPT as well as eventually interviewing other local artists to catch a glimpse at theirs.

Compose Yourself: Episode 2: The Watchmaker PODCAST TRAILER/DEMO

thaTFink - Desert Dessert Deserters

This trudging desert rocker is my attempt to strip down and find some musical roots. Most of my songs have 7 convoluted layers of synthesizer with a litany of effects, but on DDD you will find none. I wrote the main acoustic guitar riff after a trip to AZ, then it gurgled in a cauldron for over a year until I acquired a beautifully out-of-tune piano.

Joe Fink - piano, guitar, bass guitar, drums, autoharp, vocals
Written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink

Lyrics
A weary traveller on a winding desert highway
rubs their eyes

A weary traveller on a winding desert highway
rubs their eyes

Disbielievs the mirage
that clouds the gold
on the moonlit night

Look it...

Unsteady intruders
on this moonlit night
seems to calm the surging rage
for what some call life

Her eyes glimmered with an abject thirst
for you to make up your mind

Intruders on this moonlit night
seem to calm the surging rage
of what some call life

Desert Dessert Deserters!

Unsteady intruders
on this moonlit night
seems to calm the surging rage
for what some call life

Her eyes glimmer with an abject thirst
for what some call life

And her eyes glimmer

Unsteady intruders
with an abject thirst
for you to make up your mind
be the first

Desert Dessert Deserters
on a winding desert highway
rubs their eyes

Desert Dessert Deserters

Chapter VI : Fixtures
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhwkohwvtLo

This is the sixth installment of my Untitled SoundCloud Remasters Music Video Project. The original song "Fixture" developed from a jazz scale the owner of Modern Day Music in West Saint Paul graciously taught me while I was working there. Please go there, that place is incredible.

I reckon "Fixture" was my first recording with the Samson G track pro, which is still my favorite microphone. The Yamaha in the video was my very first acoustic and the one I used on the recording.
Joe Fink - guitar, keyboard, bass, drums, vocals
Written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink

Lyrics
Us modern kids wanna place a bid on your homes
Soldered bits often replace our wits, burn our phones

We're coming for you and I'm not quite sure why
We can't seem to even look you square in the eye

They're coming for you and I'm not quite sure why
They can't seem to look a stranger square in the eye

You flip the switch but the light bulbs only flicker
They crackle and burn as you stare up at the dated fixture

As you stare up at the dated fixtures
Dated fixtures

They're a'comin' for you and I'm not quite sure why
They can't seem to look a stranger square in the eye
Ay-ay-ay
Eye 
Ay-ay-ay

Fixtures

After months of hiatus thaTFink has returned with a lazy tune about daydreaming away anxiety. 

If you have ever anxiously daydreamed about daydreaming about the anxiety you will have from spending too much time daydreaming about anxiety, then this song might be for you! 

May music lurch you from that loop and bring you back into the present.


Written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink
Joe Fink - guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, vocals
Video by Joe Fink


Lyrics
I'm daydreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way
I'm day dreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way

lead me out of here please
far from conspiracy
lead me out of here please
instead of my insecurities
lead me out of here please
can't see through transparency
lead me out of here please

I'm daydreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way
I'm day dreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way

I'm daydreaming of a day
free from anxiety
I'm daydreaming of a day
free from anxiety

Lead me out of here please
Far from conspiracy
lead me out of here please
instead of my insecurities
lead me out of here please
can't see through transparency
lead me out of here please
Far from conspiracy

I'm daydreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way
I'm day dreaming of a day
day dreaming of a way

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfhbt7HCQgw

daydreamed

Just like Han's Christian Andersen's Boiler was rooted in some of my dad's early literary shenanigans, Super Relative is a rip off of a poem my mom wrote in her 3rd hour English class.

Written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink
Based on a poem by "Arlene L. Morse" 
Joe Fink - guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, vocals

Lyrics

Houses stand so close
like the rails on the tracks
close but never touching
and never looking back

She was once voted
most likely to succeed
enrolled in a law school
even though her folks didn't agree

She tries to make a living
while folks slam their doors in her place
Her mind always wanders
as she stands in place and stares off into space

A few years in
about to exchange wedding vows
she married, dropped out
despite the clout

Now needing money
to support the ones she loves
never taking the low road
always stomping above

She tries make a living 
while folks slam their doors in her face
her mind always wanders
as she stands in place

She tries to make a living 
while folks slam their doors in her face
her mind always wanders
as she stands in place

Wife packs her suitcase
now the house is empty
her dreams are all wasted
but they'll say it was meant to be

Houses stand so close 
like the rails on the tracks
so close but never touching
and never looking back

She tried to make a living
while folks slammed their doors in her face
her mind always wanders
as she stands in place

She tried to make a living
while folks slammed their doors in her face
her mind always wanders
always wanders
always wanders

Super Relative

"What's taters precious?"

All music and lyrics written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink

Lyrics
A frigid night but a hot potato
I had somewhere to be but was running late though
Cold hands warm but not enough
Cold night but a hot potato
Cold hands warm but not enough

It was a frigid night but a hot potato
(cold cold night but a hot potato) 
I had somewhere to be but was running late though
(cold cold night turns out I hate those)

Cold hands warm but not enough
Cold hands warm but not enough

Frigid nights but a hot potato
(not enough)
I had somewhere to be
(cold hands warm but)
But was running late though
(not enough)

It was a cold cold night with a hot potato
cold hands warm but not enough
cold hands warm but not enough

Potato

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All music written, performed, recorded, and produced by Joe Fink

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