Songs I wrote/recorded for February Album Writing Month 2021

fawm 2021

Citrine

Multiples Of Multiples

Planet X

Wanderer Above The Sea Of Fog - draft

by Jay Ferguson
A cover of one of my favorite Spirit songs from their 1968 debut.
Zachary Scott: vocals, guitars, bass, piano, drums
Larcom Scott: cello and harp

The Great Canyon Fire In General

Accordion Sketch 1/1/24

Your Horns Look Nice With That Dress

This is a draft for FAWM 2021! :)

Here's a mini song I thought might be a fun start to FAWM!

Lyrics:
The funeral director took a puff on his cigarette,
and told me, "son, call me back when you're dead."

My neighbor, the plumber, picked a frog up off the ground
he dropped it in the toilet and he watched it spin round

and the funeral director took a puff on his cigarette,
and told me, "son, call me back when you're dead"

the funeral director

Why are you so close to me?
why are you so close to me
your smoke rings fucking choking me 
so why ya gotta live so close to me

you've cursed the names of certain streets
I curse the place we used to meet
I'll say fuck my sentimentality
and fuck my car for the places it takes me

Why are you so close to me?
why are you so close to me
your smoke rings fucking choking me 
so why ya gotta live so close to me

I've tried to take back our soundtrack as my own
this album's mine, I've claimed it as my home
so fuck my sentimentality
and fuck obsessing over all the stupid memories

(why are you so close to me)x2

Why are you so close to me?
why are you so close to me
your smoke rings fucking choking me 
so why ya gotta live so close to me
Why are you so close to me?
why are you so close to me
your smoke rings fucking choking me 
so why ya gotta live so close to me

Why Are You So Close To Me

And so I sat, 
driving home deep into night
when the sidewalk briefly glowed beneath a softly flashing light
My vision smudged by deep regret,
it was a quarter past two
and I saw somebody in the dark,
and for a moment it was you

I saw a biker and I cried out your name
as I passed him and watched his light falling away
in my rearview
god i wish it was you
in my rearview

and so I sit,
burning gas in the parking lot
of the old ammunition plant
slash wildlife viewing spot
the park closed hours ago, but not a soul around to mind
god i miss you
god i wish i could just leave it all behind

(guitar/melodica solo)

i saw a biker and i cried out your name
as i passed him and watched his light falling away
in my rearview
god i wish it was you
in my rearview

i saw a biker and i cried out your name
as i passed him and watched his light falling away
in my rearview
god i wish it was you
in my rearview

The Biker draft

I'm a big man
muddy hands
taxidermy madlad

I'm a makeup 
choked up
pansy little punk

I'm a 5 foot
blonde root
mathematic fanboy

puppetmaker
heartbreaker
really easy drunk

and I guess that's pretty cool
and i guess that's pretty cool
(pretty cool, pretty cool, pretty cool cool cool cool cool)

I'm a dropzone
second home
summer walking on my own

wanderlust
fairy dust
wishywashy kid

I'm a lonely
gen Z
liberal-hating-leftist

i'm a commie
zombie
gender fender bender little shit

and I guess that's pretty cool
and I guess that's pretty cool
(pretty cool, pretty cool, pretty cool cool cool cool cool)

I'm a nervous
person
but I got a lot of stuff to do 

I'm a godless
morbid
corvid loving guy

I'm gentle
I love people
Have a habit of withholding judgement

but if you hurt my friends I won't let that shit fly

and I guess that's pretty cool
and I guess that's pretty cool
(pretty cool, pretty cool, pretty cool cool cool cool cool)

Taxidermy Madlad

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I Look A Little Mangy

Ship's shot down and sinking fast
taste each breath, it might be your last
waters rising, the fastest i've seen
we're in an accidental submarine

We're all going down together, it seems
in our accidental submarine
by happenstance or some kind of machine
we've built an accidental submarine

I pledge allegiance
to the flag
of the united states of america
and to the rivets holding this tin can
one nation under water

We're all going down together, it seems
in our accidental submarine
by happenstance or some kind of machine
we've built an accidental submarine

(break filled by me singing scat in a slick manner)

We're all going down together, it seems
in our accidental submarine
by happenstance or some kind of machine
we've built an accidental submarine

indivisible, baby
Indivisible, Baby
INDIVISIBLE, BABY
we're all going down together

We're all going down together, it seems
in our accidental submarine
by happenstance or some kind of machine
we've built an accidental submarine

We're all going down, we're all going down
we're all going down together it seems
by happenstance or some kind of machine
we've built an accidental submarine

Accidental Submarine

I listen to all genres of music from all time periods. Every once in a while, the elements braid together and create something nearly indescribable and surprising where I am merely a passenger in their car. It feels like magic.

Keyholes

I created this song for my son on the event of his thirteenth birthday. I attempted meeting him where he is, acknowledging where he’s been and nodding to so many changes ahead. I am playing with contrasts. I wanted to include elements of songs from other artists which he shares with me, yet holding my own style.

The first half and the second half of the song are different in terms of quantization. While the core pocket is on the mark, several other elements are unquantized, making their component flitter off-beat and disjointed. The metaphor for this is the newness of being a kid and discovering things. It’s awkward but it is your normal: unpracticed and inexact. The change in beat represents rolling up your sleeves, making plans, and building structure of your life. The solo’s first long notes imply caution or fear, but give way to the celebratory and frenetic energy of discovery and exhilaration in finding what the world has to offer. Finally we return to a similar feel as in the beginning, but now all the tracks are quantized and tight, communicating the foundation of self, but now with more command and decisiveness. The end drifts off slowly, not representing an ending, but more like a natural rest before searching for the next challenge.

Oh, and a little trivia about this track is the duration is 5:53, which if you add the numbers together you get 13 !

Thirteen

Red Doorknob

Hi, I'm Salem! I'm 21, and I like writing songs as well as hoarding and learning instruments.

Red Doorknob

Salem Heideman

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