Izzy Baird, our first studio engineer told me these were her favorite songs of mine.  So here's Izzy's playlist.  Hope you get inspired.

Thomas Price

Izzy Baird's Playlist of Thomas Price Originals

This is a test run of my brand new original song, "Big Cheese."  Recorded just this week, this is a satirical ode to skewer our billionaire spacemen.  I was inspired by Steely Dan, Blue Oyster Cult, an old Jazz Standard, Cry Me a River, Secret Agent Man, and wanted to make it a jumping fun beat.  Hope you enjoy it.

Big Cheese

Rerecorded version of my newly minted original song.  I was considering some of the British Invasion Pop influenced by folk to come up with this song.

Your Eyes

Song came to me on a drive across Canada watching the wheat fields roll by. Forlorn, lonely, but content. At times we all feel broken and defeated.  We're all on the same road to our own demise, like the wheat, but there is so much for which to live.

Broken Wheat

My cover of Paperback Writer, now with real typewriter sound intro!

Paperback Writer (Lennon-McCartney cover) by Thomas Price

My cover of this Bruce Springsteen song from The River album from 1980.  Since that's what I looked like in about 1980, I decided this photo was fitting.  Submitted for mandatory mechanical license.

Stolen Car (Bruce Springsteen cover) by Thomas Price

Time is the inescapable journey with the only connection with the past being memory.  Don't try to escape it. If you do, the Time Constables will come for you!

Time Traveler

My cover of Drive My Car from the Beatles Rubber Soul album.  I'm not driving.  I'm just getting out of the rain so to eat my PBJ and have a beer.  Besides, the statute of limitations has run and it's Canada.

Drive My Car

An original song written in the style of an old Jazz Standard.

Mystery In A Locket

A lament about the state of how our media tends to cover the election horse race.  As if it's all just normal.

Got Bread And Circus!

This is the full rock & roll/spaghetti western version of my new song, "Got Bread and Circus!"  Consider listening after watching the political horse race news, before throwing your shoe at the TV.  

A goofy video, plus the song can be found at my Bandcamp site as well.  Here's the link--

https://thomasprice.bandcamp.com/track/got-bread-and-circus-2?fbclid=IwAR1n72wOOknYUp0ugpKWGZTdc66zvWYZxbJ7v8SBHf94FSC9JgXdfQfqtmc

Got Bread And Circus!  (full production version)

My original song inspired by that famous and, even more relevant today, Ray Bradbury science fiction book about censorship.

You can find more of my original music at:

https://thomasprice.bandcamp.com

A bluesy, jazzy song that I just wrote.  Sure it has a message, as do all of my songs.  Seems like it would work in a musical.

You can find the lyrics and more of my songs here:

https://thomasprice.bandcamp.com/track/dirty-look-quit-lying-to-me

Dirty Look (Quit Lying to Me)

Happy April Fool's Day!

You can find this song and others at my band camp page:

https://thomasprice.bandcamp.com/track/vintage-bamboozle

Vintage Bamboozle

I was considering the maniacal monkey minions from the Wizard of Oz, plus King Louis from The Jungle Book. This inspired a new satirical song. Of course! So here is a new brew from the distillers at Vintage Bamboozle! Enjoy the brew, but avoid all feudal lords. None are any smarter than you dumbest distant relatives. And I'm not really referring to beloved non-human primates. Preserve your democratic republic while you can.

Monkey Kingdom Come

I was, humbly, aiming for a jazz standard.

Lyrics:

When I thought,
Nothing could happen to me,
You broke right on through.
I was in a trance.
Was this happening?

As if love,
Could even happen to me.
Not just some vague dream.
I asked, "What?"
You said,
"It's all happening."

That music,
Forever plays in my mind.
We broke every rule.
It was not some crime.
It's all happening.

The sunset,
Glows in your eyes every night.
They're hazel and blue,
In the pale moonlight.
It's all happening.

As if love,
Could even happen to me.
As if love,
Would even happen, but
It's all happening.

When I thought,
Nothing could happen to me,
You broke right on through.
I was in a trance.
It was happening.

As if love,
Could even happen to me.
Not just some vague dream.
I asked, "What?" you said,
"It's all happening."
It's all happening.
It's all happening.

It's All Happening

My sentiments about, angry, divisive elections. 

Come what may,
So you say,
It's not exceptional 'round
Here we are now.

Off again?
I'll see you when you stop,
Gazing into broken mirrors.

Some face in that crowd?

Say your last words now,
Before you go,
You who did kowtow.
Cause on the tube,
You know we saw you,
Groveling.
What you stand for now?

No labeling now.
You never really were,
On to something.

Don't claim that you're proud.
All of that noise is just
Quisling whining.
Don't join the big crowd!

Every day,
I wonder if there some
Turning back
From what you did then.

Out again?
I wonder when if I read your name
It's with some mug-shot.

For crying out loud!

Say your last words now,
Before you go,
You who did kowtow.
Cause on the tube,
You know we saw you,
Groveling.
What you stand for now?

No labeling now.
You never really were,
On to something.

Don't claim that you're proud.
All of that noise is just
Quisling whining.
Don't join the big crowd!

He's never been that,
Exceptional round here.
When the bull horn cracked,
He ran to rage and fear!

Say your last words now,
Before you go,
You who did kowtow.
Cause on the tube,
You know we saw you,
Groveling.
What you stand for now?

No labeling now.
You never really were,
On to something.

Don't claim that you're proud.
All of that noise is just
Quisling whining.

Come what may,
So you say,
It's not exceptional 'round
Here we are now.

Here we are now.
Here we are now.
Here we are now.
Here we are now.

Words and music by Thomas Price

Say Your Last Words

The story of one escapee from the gulag.  It's music for these times.  Take it to 11!

Rattlesnake

Eye of the Storm

First Time

Last Flight

Considerations of "back in the day..."

Lyrics:

Could you ever make a move?

Oh, yes I can and I move really fast.
Faster than a rabbit!

You are not convincing me.

Just wait 'cause I'm coiling up.
Wait I,
Need a little time to spring,
Into action!

Just wait till I get my groove.
I had it back in nineteen-sixty-three.
'Gonna make your head spin!

You are not convincing me.
I've seen snails faster than you.

Wait I,
Need a little time to spring,
Gut reaction.

All of those times when I think,
Back to the way,
Things used to be.
You should have seen me when I,
Could run the mile in five-o-three!

They say I was quicker than...
Now I can't believe it's true.
This can't be my rendezvous!

I've been leading for so long,
Maybe I just cannot do something else.
Then I'd have a breakdown!

You are not convincing me.
I've seen rocks as slippery too!

Wait I,
Need a little time to spring,
Into action!

All of those times when I think,
Back to the way,
Things used to be.
You should have seen me when I,
Could run the mile in five-o-three!

They say I was quicker than...
Now I can't believe it's true.
This can't be my rendezvous!

No I can't believe it's true.
No I can't believe it's true.
No I can't believe it!

Could you ever make a move?

Oh, yes I can and I move really fast.
Faster than a rabbit!

You are not convincing me.

Just wait 'cause I'm coiling up.

They say I was quicker than...



Spring Into Action

When you're feeling like you just want to escape.

Lyrics

I'll be gone in the midnight,
So don't look for me.
I will travel by starlight,
Until I am free.
I've no way to get home,
So for now,
Got to roam.

Yesterday lost my country,
To some brigandine.
So I packed up my kit-bag,
Some books and odd things.
Have to bring both my cats,
That for me is the thing.

I've got to be miles away,
Before the morning.
I've sure got a really dark
Road ahead.

I'll send you a postcard,
Can't say where or when.
I'm making my plans for that
Freedom road.

When I get to the new land,
I'll tell you just how,
You can find the way,
And learn to be free right now.
Please to bring more cat food,
That for them,
Is the thing.

I've got to be miles away,
Before the morning.
I've sure got a really dark
Road ahead.

I'll send you a postcard,
Can't say where or when.
I'm making my plans for that
Freedom road.

I've got to be miles away,
Before the morning.
I've sure got a really dark
Road ahead.

I'll send you a postcard,
Can't say where or when.
I'm making my plans for that
Freedom road.

I'm making my plans for that
Freedom road.

find my music at:

thomasprice.bandcamp.com 

Gone in the Midnight

Maybe not even the Hitchhiker's Guide can save us! A parable for our times.

Something tells me that,
You want to sever your mind.
(So long you flakes!)

Skip to fantastic,
Adopt the mythology line.
(It's a mistake!)

Spinning around like a top,
In the vacuum of space.
(So long you flakes!)

What do you know,
You've been suckered again,
In Jonestown.

When I saw you
Drink that cool-aid again,
It let me down.

How did I know that you'd
Choose to go grope in the dark?
(So long you flakes!)

It's what you do every time,
That I send you the dawn.
(It's a mistake!)

Children of Earth,
I am not here to save you again.
(So long you flakes!)

I should have know,
You'd be stuck here again,
In Jonestown.

When I saw you,
Drink that cool-aid again.

Well I hate,
To remind you,
That your history found you.
Know that love,
Should define you too.

But I still often find you so,
Incompetent again.

Something tells me that,
You think you're not from this earth.
(So long you flakes!)
Children of earth I am not
Here to save you again.
(De ja vu!)

Still I hate to remind you,
That your history finds you so,
Incompetent again.
Yeah you're so,
Incompetent again.

Still I hate to remind you,
Again.

Children of Earth

Another song dedicated to my muse. Happy song this week!


Make sure that you write,
Down this note.
Saving up all of your life,
Just counting votes.

Something's been happening,
In background.
So reflect on this,
Remember this,
Remember this now!

Whenever you think,
Someplace else,
Or what if I,
Who am I?
You thick egg-shell.

She's right in front of you,
Boy and how.
So reflect on this,
Remember this,
Remember this now!

So reflect on this,
Remember this,
Remember this now!

Make sure that you write,
To yourself.
This is what we were building,
Just for ourselves.

She's right in front of you,
Nowhere else.
So reflect on this,
Remember this,
Remember this now!

So, reflect on this,
Remember this,
Remember this now!

Remember This

I floored the pedal,
Just to hear,
The engine roar.
Laid rubber patch.
Thought I'd score.

The fuel was cheap,
And so too were my best laid plans.
Onward, I thought,
I'm the man!

Amazing that I never thought,
Of what it'd cost.
I didn't care.
I'm the boss.

I'll bark and bellow,
Preach and yell of,
All my rights.
Over the cliff,
Car took flight!

It's my gasoline,
Fever dream!
When I fire up my four-eighteen,
You'll all know
What I mean.

In my Mustang,
Two-eighty-nine,
We'll cruise,
But my G.T. Rod
Four-eighteen,
Will make all the girls scream!

We plundered,
Stole,
And drilled the lands,
Beyond the sea.
It was for oil,
Teen boy dreams!

We bark,
And bellow,
Preach and yell,
Of fairness when,
We had it all,
Until when.

It's our gasoline,
Fever dream!
When I fire up my four-eighteen,
You'll all know
What I mean.

In my Mustang,
Two-eighty-nine,
We'll cruise,
But my G.T. Rod
Four-eighteen,
Will make all the girls scream!

It's my gasoline,
Fever dream!
When I fire up my four-eighteen,
You'll all know
What I mean.

In my Mustang,
Two-eighty-nine,
We'll cruise,
But my G.T. Rod
Four-eighteen,
Will make all of you scream!



Gasoline

My licenced cover of this early Lennon McCartney song from With the Beatles-1963.

Hold Me Tight

Looking into that,
Mirror yesterday,
Saw what I had become.

Bags under the eyes,
Skin red from sunlight.
Wrinkled prune in the sun!

Tell me a story of you looking out,
Back when the day would begin.
Where did you get that sad gaze
That you found?
That is just me looking in.

Some strange notion I,
Saw in this bleak world,
Took me right to my knees.

Gray the day returns,
But the sun still burns.
This hat can't shelter me.

Tell me a story of you looking out,
Back when the day would begin.
Where did you get that sad gaze
That you found?
That is just me looking in.

It's not a sin to wonder when,
You can begin once again.

So won't you,
Tell me a story of you looking out,
Now that you're just looking in?
Where did you get that sad gaze,
That you found.
That is just me looking in.

Found some old picture,
Just yesterday.
How were my eyes so blue?
Gray they have become,
From the burning sun.
Not a thing I can do.

Tell me a story of you looking out,
Back when the day would begin.
Where did you get that sad gaze,
That you found.
That is just me looking in.

So, tell me a story of you gazing out,
Now that you've locked yourself in.
How is the future in
So much doubt?

Let me just stay and begin.

Looking Out Looking In

News of how the Palantir company might use A.I. on everyone is more than just a little disturbing. Are we Orwellian yet?  Hope not!

Lyrics-

With these fog bank gaslight,
A.I. Bro tools,
Hunt down Jesus,
Because he's not cruel.

Citizen-schmidizen.
Gin-up the ruse.
Fish out the dragnet,
We're chumming for you.

It's the Fogbank, Gaslight,
Palantir, my dear.

We'll be tracking you down,
All around this town.
We are nothing but clowns,
Keep the good man down,
While you can.

With my uniform chloroform,
No-name I.D.
I've got to club you,
So I can get cheese!

No more due process,
And no place for Joy,
No place for Sally,
Or Tommy, or Roy.

It's the Fogbank, Gaslight,
Palantir, my dear.

We'll be tracking you down,
All around this town.
We are nothing but clowns,
Keep the good man down,

While you cannot understand,
What this man,
Really wants us to do to,
You.
No, it cannot understand,
Why this man is so cruel to
You.
No, it cannot be alright,
You will just have to fight.

In my own worst nightmare,
I could never see,
Being some thug,
But then I aim to please.

Ruthless dumb bosses,
On top of small me.
So I must cuff you to
Keep myself free.

It's the Fogbank, Gaslight,
Palantir, my dear.

We'll be tracking you down,
All around this town.
We are nothing but clowns,
Keep the good man down,

While you cannot understand,
What this man,
Really wants us to do to you.

No it cannot be alright,
You will just have to fight,
For your life.

No it cannot be alright,
You will just have to fight.

Till then,

We'll be tracking you down.
All around this town.
We are nothing but clowns.

Keep this goon squad down,
While you can.

Fogbank Gaslight Palantir

Rock & Roll Satire! A picture of some old Roman coins. Rome's Senators and Dictators grew very, very greedy. Oh well! Then Rome fell ushering in the Dark Ages. Such greedy bastards!

If you've got it now,
Just flaunt it.
Make us all proud.

When the money
Has all been spent,
Just say it's Thursday,
On Monday!

If you lost it now,
Just take it.
Your sacred right!

If you're greedy,
And some dimwit,
Just steal it Monday,
For Thursday!

You're greedy now,
So steal it now,
You sacred cow!

You took a vow,
So break it now,
Just break it now!

If you stole it now,
Just bellow,
I'm transparent!

If they caught you with
Your pants down,
Just say you're manly,
On Monday!

If you lost your mind,
Claim Brilliant,
Psychology!

If you are really,
Some dimwit,
Just say you're genius,
On Fool's Day!

You're greedy now,
So steal it now,
You sacred cow!

You took a vow,
So break it now,
Just break it now!

If you cheated them,
Use shell game,
Cut the health care!

If you're just a dumb,
Con-man crook,
Tell them you're working,
For the Lord!

If the deal went bad,
Say bigly,
Number go up!

If you're selfish and,
Dumb dimwit,
Just steal it quickly,
On Mom's Day!

You're greedy now,
So steal it now,
You sacred cow!

You took a vow,
So break it now,
Just break it now!

Steal It Monday!

A song for the journey ahead...

Looking at this broken land,
I know this world,
Is beyond my command.

I've been searching,
For such a long time.
So much wandering,
Hope my shoes will be fine.

'Cause these walking shoes,
Have to get me back home,
To you.

Tripping down this road ahead,
I feel the sun
Beating on my head.

I've been searching,
For such a long time.
So much wandering,
Hope my shoes will be fine.

'Cause these walking shoes,
Have to get me back home,
To you.

I've got a song in my heart,
And I know there's a
Long way to go today.

Well I feel all my steps and
Must trust that my shoes will still
Help me get on my way.

It's a wonder
I found my way.
This sun scorched earth,
And world in flames.

I've been searching,
For such a long time.
So much wandering,
Hope my shoes will be fine.

'Cause these walking shoes,
Have to get me back home,
To you.

I've got a song in my heart,
And I know there's a
Long way to go today.

Well I,
Took to the road,
To make sense of this world,
And now fear that my shoes,
Will give way.

But I'm,
Searching for home,
Every place that I roam,
Just to reach for your warm embrace.

And these walking shoes,
Have to get me back home to you.

Yeah!
I've got a song in my heart,
And I know there's a long way to go today.
Baby,
I've got a song in my heart,
and I know there's a long way to go today.

Walking Shoes

A song for these times...

Hey, Mr. Only,
Locked inside for years,
We all doubt you've figured out,
Just how to shed a tear.

Hey, Mr White Hat,
Shining for the Truth,
Is it right to always fight,
When they don't act like you?

No need to pray for forgiveness,
If you won't trade in forgiveness.
'Cause you know it all,
Yes, you know it all,
Just like a fool.

Hey, Mr. Preacher,
Will we go to hell?
Only if you tag along now,
I depend on you.

Hey, Mr. Caesar,
Heading off for war,
If they die,
Will you just cry,
More cannon fodder,
More?

No need to pray for forgiveness.
You'll make them pray for forgiveness.
'Cause you know it all,
Yes you know it all,
Just like a fool.

Hey, Mr. White House,
Squandered all our faith.
Spent our cash on rich white trash,
Who hate the human race.

No need to pray for forgiveness.
You'll make us pray for forgiveness.
'Cause you know it all,
Yes you know it all,
So say it like you mean it!

Just shock 'em,
Shoot 'em,
Gas 'em,
Juice em,
We've got a war on illegals!

Shock 'em,
Shoot 'em,
Gas 'em,
Juice em,
We've got a war on liberals!

Shock 'em,
Shoot 'em,
Gas 'em,
Juice em,
We've got a war on you!

Shock 'em,
Shoot 'em,
Gas 'em,
Juice em,
We've got a war on me!

Hey, Mr. Only!
Hey, Mr. Only!

Know It All (acoustic)

Satirical folk song. Xenophobia is actually a weapon being used by those in power against all citizens of this democratic republic. Let's not fall for its temptation.

lyrics

You've seen enough of this world,
To know better.
We we're counting on you,
For some reason,
Still remember?

We've all been fools at one time,
Or another.
But this really takes the cake,
And great dumbness,
Seemed to flower.

In your xenophobia,
Can you still see straight?
In your xenophobia,
Is your world so great,
Now?

Back in the day,
We all thought it was funny.
How you just would carry on.
Infotainment,
On the money.

When this world turned,
Out to be full of brown people,
You just shouted us all down,
And said,
"This time, I'll get ugly!"

In your xenophobia,
Can you still see straight?
In your xenophobia,
Is your world so great?

We've seen enough of this world,
To know better.
So no counting on you.
Got no reason,
We remember.

In your xenophobia,
How can you see straight,
Now?
In your xenophobia,
Is your world still great?



Xenophobia

Tell everyone
That I've traveled,
The long way around,
Without questioning.

Maybe I'm lost,
But I'm keeping this course,
Till I've found,
My true reckoning.

Now you've got me here,
Questioning,
My own beliefs and my,
Sanity.

Why do I do this?

Now you're busy and
Questioning,
If there's a source
For my suffering,

That's knocking me
Down here.

Tell everyone that I
Never will follow the crowd.
Just meandering.

Maybe I'm wrong,
Or I'm not going to find
My way out,
Without rescuing.

When I'm down,
I'm sure questioning,
If I deserve to have
Help from you.

What are your hands for?

Don't just sit there,
While questioning,

When I engage in
Such wandering,
That's keeping me
Out here.

There's always someone,
Falling down in this life.

So,

When I'm down,
Just start rescuing.

I don't deserve,
To have help from you,
But what are your hands for,
Up there?

Tell everyone that I'm
Checking my hat once again,
But might travel on.

I see the way and I know,
That my course may depend,
On your synergy.

Be the one,
Who's not questioning,
If I deserve to have
Love from you.

No one deserves it!

Don't get sappy,
By questioning,
Why I refrain from just
Telling you.

[Love you, love you too]

Tell everyone,
That I've traveled
The long way around,

To get back to you.
Always questioning.

Questioning

Acoustic folk version of my new song, Questioning. Well, it is what I do so I think it is confessional.

Tell everyone
That I've traveled,
The long way around,
Without questioning.

Maybe I'm lost,
But I'm keeping this course,
Till I've found,
My true reckoning.

Now you've got me here,
Questioning,
My own beliefs and my,
Sanity.

Why do I do this?

Now you're busy and
Questioning,
If there's a source
For my suffering,

That's knocking me
Down here.

Tell everyone that I
Never will follow the crowd.
Just meandering.

Maybe I'm wrong,
Or I'm not going to find
My way out,
Without rescuing.

When I'm down,
I'm sure questioning,
If I deserve to have
Help from you.

What are your hands for?

Don't just sit there,
While questioning,

When I engage in
Such wandering,
That's keeping me
Out here.

There's always someone,
Falling down in this life.

So,

If I'm down,
Just start rescuing.

I don't deserve,
To have help from you,
But what are your hands for,
Up there?

Tell everyone that I'm
Checking my hat once again,
But might travel on.

I see the way and I know,
That my course may depend,
On your synergy.

Be the one,
Who's not questioning,
If I deserve to have
Love from you.

No one deserves it!

Don't get sappy,
By questioning,
Why I refrain from just
Telling you.

[Love you, love you too]

Tell everyone,
That I've traveled
The long way around,

To get back to you.
Always questioning.

Questioning (acoustic)

Inspired by the Women's March in Portland Oregon!  Progressive, powerful, rock!

Blue Noon--Rock Version

There is light at the end of this dark tunnel. Together, we can get there. Just listen.   go to--

thomasprice.hearnow.com or
 thomasprice.bandcamp.com

Songs from my new album.  You can find CD on iTunes, Apple Music, CD Baby, and Spotify.

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