No Shoes No Blues

A new recording of an old original folk song

Out, out, out

If I gave away my freedom today, today
If I gave all of my freedom away, away
I would still have my mind; I would still have my time
There ain’t nothing else a person could say

If I gave away my money today, today
If I gave all of my money away, away
I would still my soul, till I grow very old
There ain’t nothing else a person could say

If I gave away my guitar today, today
If I gave all of my guitars away, away
I would still have my voice; I could still make some noise
There ain’t nothing else a person could say

If I gave away my loving today, today
If I gave all of my loving away, away
I would have so much more; it would never be a chore
There ain’t nothing else a person could say


If I Gave it All Away

"It's Nobody's Fault but Mine" is a traditional gospel blues song by Blind Willie Johnson from 1927.  This is my cover of it.

It's Nobody's Fault but Mine

Mainly instrumental, some vocals, very experimental

Will you See

Lost in the Desert

Dreamer in Disguise

Listen to my funky experimental groovy, baby.

Above Me

Money, it's funny, it's making noses runny
it's starving little children and our future isn't sunny, 
you laugh you think that it won't bite you in the ass,
 just wait until your backyard door is caving in with trash, 
it's fast, the way the world is coming to an end, 
just slap a smile on your face because you can't pretend, 
it couldn't, it couldn't, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't, 
we sucked up every drop of oil knowing that we shouldn't,
 here, it comes, the wrath of burning sun, 
splatter on that lotion cuz the cancer has begun,
 it's you it's money, it really isn't funny,
 I heard they said that diabetes got the Easter bunny,
 go hopping and bopping and shopping while you're clomping, 
there isn't any reason that these toxins would be stopping, 
possessions recessions oh I forget to mention,
 the Chinese folks are causing all this universal tension, 
how dare them, we scare them, top Asians will prepare them. 
with guns and tons of dynamite so they can start to flare them, 
explosions in motion we made the magic potion, 
the death the blood the flood the mud the way it has been chosen, 
no sharing no giving no pairing no living,
 please leave my godly country if your skin just isn't fitting, 
your black your red your yellow and your pink, 
too much melatonin can make populations think, 
we're clashing and mashing we hate cuz we ain't matching,
 the sadness we are catching, the violence its a thrashing, acceptance repentance the money has been sentenced,
to burn for all eternity, with all the other peasants, 
they work for many decades without saving up a dime, 
they don't know what their lives have made, there isn't any time, 
and if they got a little chance to bust a single rhyme,
 they'd scream that wealthy white men have been causing all this crime

Dirty Money

River of Souls

Old Country Road

Passage to Shambhala

Bodhiman

I wrote this when I was 18.  It was heavily influenced by Eek a Mouse

Workday

Mayim Chaya

Say Some Grace

Industry Machine

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where the redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'm going there to see my brother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I'm going there to see my sister
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

Wayfaring Stranger

February

Will Markow and Joshua Hall, the way of the animal explained

The Way of the Animal

An original blues composition

Thanks Mom

Thanks

Untitled track

Capo 5
C F G7
When I think of that river, that sweet waters flow
its just gettin better, i feel like i know
do i know anything at all, am i just about too torn to go
shes just like that river, she's just like that sweet sweet sweet flow

C E F G
flow, flow flow, flowing away from me
flow flow flow flowing straight down to the sea
flow flow flow, rolling away with me
all she does is flow flow flow away with me
all she does is flow flow flow away with me

When I think of the master plan, when i think of the ocean and sky
It's just getting better, pretty much all of the time
do i know anything at all, am I too lost to go
Shes just like that ocean, she's just like that sweet sweet sweet sweet flow

C E F C
flow, flow flow, flowing away from me
flow flow flow flowing straight down to the sea
flow flow flow, rolling away with me
all she does is flow flow flow away with me
all she does is flow flow flow away with me

Flowaway

The Gutter

Load up the shells, bring your friends
It's fun to chew  and swallow them
We all were bored, went out the door
Oh no, I think i ate my third

Hello, hello, hello, burrito[x3]
Hello, hello, hello!

Take a bite now, it's contagious
Here we are now, you can feed us
I feel stupid burning anus
Here we are now, you can feed us
A burrito
a tostito
A fajita
taqaria
ate a churro, ate a churro, ate a churro, ate a churro

The beans are all inside of my chest
I guess this gift it makes me feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always eats them till the end

Hello, hello, hello, churro [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!

Take a bite now, it's contagious
Here we are now, you can feed us
I feel stupid burning anus
Here we are now, you can feed us
A burrito
a tostito
A fajita
taqueria
ate a churro, ate a churro, ate a churro, ate a churro

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, tostito? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
Take a bite now, it's contagious
Here we are now, you can feed us
I feel stupid burning anus
Here we are now, you can feed us
A burrito
a tostito
A fajita
taqueria
taqueria, taqueria, taqueria, taqueria

Smells like the Taqueria

I heard it on the street and I felt it in my feet
I knew about it time and time again
But its difficult to realize that im close to my demise
And when it comes I really don’t know when

So tell me, if Im dreaming baby
What is this Im seeing
Tell me grey eyed girl
Please tell me, if im dreaming baby
Cuz if I’m dreaming maybe
Ill understand the world

In the deepest darkest halls of stone
Where the slaves all bleed and moan
I hear a distant quiet eerie song
The catacombs of empty seas
The solid walls of naked trees
All stare at me and ask me what is wrong
But in the mind, what is behind
What is ahead, what I may find?
Is not at all interesting to me
And far away in distant lands
Where children eat from metal cans
I see a broken empty street of dreams

My cheeks are red, my back is hurt
And I can’t tell which one is worse
Embarrassment or falling in the hole
I wipe my pants and dust em off
Then turn around and slowly cough
The petals of my life will now unfold
It’s difficult to care at all
Far down the road the trees are tall
The rooster crows now at the break of dawn
Eyes are wide, I lay in bed
A waterfall inside my head
The animals all ask me what is wrong

Tell Me

Cracked and Bent with Regret

Walking with the Wind

This is a song about losing your mind with nihilism.


Oh, Oh
You know what I'm tired of is walking around walking around
You know what I'm tired of is walking to your house walking to your house
Wasting those hours walking alone walking alone
Already know we are done we are done
I'm asking you
Oh when is this going to end going to end
I'm tired of chewing the same old bubble gum again again
I'm tired of smelling the same scented candle again again
I'm tired of wearing the same shoes
I'm tired of this dumb haircut
I'm tired I'm tired
Im tired
Ohhhhh
When oh when is it done  ohhh
Oh when oh when is it done
Oh tell me now tell me now tell me now
Why can't you just come and call the police on me
I cannot touch them they are my friends
The monsters, the monsters come and hide
I cannot touch them they are my friends
I'm tired of taking the stupid pills
They turn me into a zombie
I want to wrap this blade around my wrist
But I wont because than people see it
When oh when oh when
Somebody call the police on me
Oh please tell me, when
Will they come back for me

Somebody Call the Police on Me

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