Groovy. I'm kinda hearing a cross between Talking Heads and Buffalo Springfield... which is a pretty darned sweet sounding hybrid.

This was written for a GameJam. The goal was to write 3 minutes of an Original Sound Track, within a week's time, for an imagined video game that had the assigned theme of: "A Journey to Remember".

OST Game Jam

I’m a penny-ante man
Stakes so thin, you see right through
On Monday night I’ve got comps for two
And I’m doing the best I can
I’m just getting by tonight
But I’ll be fine tomorrow

I always believed in you
But so did all the rest
With that loud refrain of “Just do your best”
That was the easiest thing that we could do
So in the very least, pretty please
Can you tell me if I ever
Got in the way of you being all you could

The French have that raison d'être
I think I’ve heard it said like this:
“L’homme fidèle, il aime le chocolat”

Don’t think that just because 
I have always talked you up
There’ll be a lobster in every pot
Or a pretty man to light your cigarettes at the coffee shop
All the leaves have finally dropped 
So now is not the time for feeling buttered up

I prayed that you would come back home
I’m sure you never knew
I never told you so, I never left a clue
There’s times you gotta go it alone
But if you looked it up
There would not be a doubt about it

The French have that raison d'être
I think I’ve heard it said like this:
“L’homme fidèle, il aime le chocolat”

Raison d'Être

I was experimenting with turning "Haste to the Wedding" on its ear, and this is what I came up with.

Wake, Don't Tarry

Started writing this song on a visit to Goslin Tim's place in Phoenix a couple months ago. Came back home and gave it a polish, with the second half of the song's lyrics provided by Goslin Creamy. Oh, and some banjo from my awesome nephew Jacob! I think it's a catchy little throw-away tune. Happy how it turned out.

Cover photo found on Scott Granneman's Flickr page, here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/rsgranne/5033798419

How Long Are You Just Gonna Sit There?

That's the way it is (cuz that's the way it is)

The Last Arizona Sunset

Little living room recording of our dear mandolin-strumming friend Anathea playing Paul Simon's "Slip Sliding Away".

Slip Sliding Away

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop, nobody knows
I've seen it, time and again
A new beginning towards another end. 
How can I explain the mystery of what I am?
If every grain of sand is a creation
From an artist's hand. 

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story, lasting 14 billion years. 


I recall when I was five
I felt so happy to be alive
When I feel that way again
I jump and run and dance and sing. 

Up on a mountaintop, 
Is where I stand before I drop
If you draw me with wings,
I'll be the change and see everything

Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story, lasting 14 billion years. 

One time, long ago
You were still a friend to know
Images so dear, 
Of all those yesteryears 
Drew a ninja sun
And it just may be the one
To show it crystal clear
To whisper sweetly in my ear,

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Lasting 14 billion years. 

It goes like this: 1 and 1 and 1 make three. 
If we kiss, there will be a you and me. 
To revel the rain, sow flowery fields, 
stroll through the garden, 
roll with the wheels, 
To glow under moon
Get warm from the sun, 
To dig underground, 
get out on the run, 
To light up the night
From up on a stage, 
get out of our heads,
get up on our wave, 
to feed everyone 
A piece of of the heart, 
get out of the cave,
make a brand new start

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 

Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. 
Truth or fear, death or glory
Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Everybody is a finger painted story. Truth or fear, death or glory. 

It goes like this. It goes like this. It goes like this.... It goes like this. 

Everybody Is A Finger Painted Story

Timothy Utley

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