First official release from upcoming collaborative project by T.G.I.K./Z.D.L.R.

Alarm Clock

Madness

Night Moves

Live Forever

I Love Trees

Gratitude Attitude

Chop Wood, Carry Water

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"Songs Of Myself," after Walt Whitman, was the original working title for this album entirely produced by T.G.I.K., a.k.a. This Guy I Know from Chicago; many of these songs were written intended to contain words of encouragement for myself and others who slog through The Struggle. Many of these songs talk about civilization, society, politics, and god; I maintain that my music is non-denominational. I offer these songs humbly to whomever may still be listening with the modest hope that they may be valued and appreciated. 

I'll be back in the woods this summer. Those who know how to reach me may be able to do so. 

Thank you all, 
with only love from, 

Zack de la Rouda

Song Of Myself

i don't know where i went wrong
i don't know when i got lost, but i am
might have had a false start from the jump, 
racing rats and the crabs at the bottom of this bucket
well, so it goes, now i understand
once you try to follow god, the devil is gonna force your hand
aw hell, heaven help us
once a good thing gone could it ever come again?


i don’t know where i went wrong
i don’t know when i got lost, but i am.
might have had a false start from the jump,
racing rats and the crabs to the bottom of the bucket,
well, so it goes,
i understand:
once you try to follow god,
the devil is gonna force your hand
aw hell,
heaven help us
once a good thing gone, could it ever come again?

come again, come again?
i didnt get what you just said.
are you dumb or am i deaf or what?
i thought i heard some words about 
putting in work first before you get to the reward of it
of course thats common sense 
acquiesce and accept that we all end up just as dead
no matter what we did
artist or a businessman
you develop some wealth
just to throw it in trash
thank you, come again
with prayer hands
i’m been tryna reap from seeds sown in the spring
threw caution to the wind
focused like a fiend
i can only see what i want, not what i need
lost grip on the joystick
been tryna plan a flight for a year but i cannot afford the trip
it’s not like i hear voices
but i’m fuckin nuts
stuck in ruts
most people avoided

come again,
next one - last shot
opportunity passed by. it didn’t knock
can’t be sitting there sad
once you figure out the math
if you want love
gotta give it up
focus on the future, the present moment is crucial 
the past could teach a lesson
that you gotta be more prudent, a student of taoism
which means that i doubt mystics
see jesus spoke truth but look at devout christians
throw the book at em! read the words how they written
the thing you can’t explain contain all the wisdom
so if you’re think you’re right, then you’re wrong about it
the tighter that you try to tie the knot, it all unravels
hypocrite for life. i’m a fuckin addict
honor darkness and light, call god abraxas
read demian..
read ishmael…
read the tao te ching…
read anything..
don’t watch tv,
don’t eat food that you can’t spell easily,
please stop sleeping

Zack de la Rouda

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