Track List & Notes for 30 Songs in 30 Days:
- Alarms (1:17, 1.8 MB)
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A little folkie song about nature.
- We Get the Wheel (3:46, 5 MB)
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Apocalyptic enviro-overload & rebirth. Electric guitar, voice, Micro Korg, Fruity Loops.
- Soft-Spoken Mascot (1:05, 1.5 MB)
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Experimental song with vintage-choir inspired vox and Korg. Full disclosure: I made the choir track a few months ago!
- Three Beats (5:00, 6.9 MB)
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Mystical folkie about a journey in the morning. A counterpart to #16, Brighter Places.
- Spraying the Leaves (1:32, 2 MB)
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Instrumental folkie with that day's birdsongs, recorded out my window.
- It's Me! I'm All Set! (3:43, 5 MB)
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About a hunting down a monster. Electric guitar, Fruity Loops, crappy voice.
- It's Impossible (1:26, 2 MB)
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Failed attempt at hip-hop ends up as a choir of trippy kids singing about dying at sea after a shipwreck.
- Crab Walking Nomads (1:23, 1.9 MB)
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It's like a campfire song you sing at camp. Easy to play, fun to sing! C and G, maybe a D? I forget...
- Into Town (3:28, 4.8 MB)
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A jaunty tune about trying to escape war. As a little challenge during this project, I've been trying to write something in the "protest song" genre, and this is one of the bastard incarnations.
- Tobacco (2:55, 4 MB)
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Guitar-wailing instrumental.
- Two Men's Election (1:12, 1.6 MB)
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Altered Italian military trumpet calls. A trumpet fanfare for 2 stupid men who are getting elected.
- Multi-Level Pup Tent (3:45, 5 MB)
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About people and wolves and how people like to howl like wolves. Is this what they call Art Rock?
- Ruined Races (2:16, 3.1 MB)
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Unfinished, sad folkie tune.
- The Molasses Is Sweet (3:55, 5.4 MB)
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Waiting for lyrics about the Boston Molasses Disaster...right now, it's elec. guitar, Korg, Fruity Loops, shakers.
- Born Into a Big Fight (3:12, 4.4 MB)
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Soaring-ish electro-rocker. Korg, voice, elec. guitar with e-bow, Fruity Loops.
- Brighter Places (4:00, 5.5 MB)
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Folkish song about a mystical journey into the night sky. A counterpart to Three Beats.
- Evening Oracle (1:16, 1.8 MB)
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Altered crickets.
- To've Drawn the Ace (2:56, 4 MB)
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Techno-keys pastoralia.
- Tunnels in Caves (3:06, 4.3 MB)
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Wormy, repetitive instrumental accompanied by today's rain and thunderstorm.
- Believe in a Fostered Thought (2:53, 4 MB)
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Korg-and-Fruity Loops organ madness meets a fervent choir.
- Turn Around and See (2:47, 3.8 MB)
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It was originally about how your "age group" (like, folks born in 1977 or whatever) never grows, only shrinks, as people die off. Was intended to be reminiscent of Bangles-esque 80's pop. I'm not happy with how it turned out!
- The Stone Tower (1:40, 3 MB)
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a.k.a Disintegration Fruity Loops.
- Palisades in Stride (1:25, 2 MB)
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A folkie song about the wealthy homeowners along the Hudson. They are trashing their mansions and running off into the wilderness!
- Gourd Root (2:22, 3.3 MB)
"I want to make an over-the-top torch song," I thought. "Something with a lot of vibrato and drama." OK, so somehow from that point of inspiration, I made this...
- Triple Crowns (1:50, 2.5 MB)
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I dunno what happened...except maybe that it's kind of a conceptual thing about racehorses dying during races?
- My Work Is to Carve the Ridge (2:24, 3.3 MB)
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It's the right time for some sexy disco! - Silver Skeleton (2:13, 3 MB)
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Disco part II, a la monster mash. The skeleton wasn't always so thin... - A Thousand Holes (3:33, 4.9 MB)
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An ode to shortwave radio. - Flying High in the Wake of a Dirty War (2:32, 3.5 MB)
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Harmonica dublette. - Worth My Weight (2:58, 4.1 MB)
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There's something I don't know, and it's holding my slowly shaking hand. When you're around me, I can barely move, holding my breath as I raise the alarm.
In the morning, as the birds begin singing, your light in the sky helps my heart beat slow. In the moonlight, with aurora shining, with stars in the sky and the air filled with snow. With you around me, I can barely move, holding my breath as I raise the alarm.
I saw your house collapse in ash. I saw the roots of trees come rushing through windows and pouring out leaves.
I saw your dog chew through his chain and jump all over your car while some birds disassembled the drive train.
I saw a cloud form a giant funnel that filled up with cities and sidewalks and clothing and coffee and money.
And we got the wheel, we got the weight, and we'll make it hard to travel. Every time I look into your eyes, every time I slip on a glove, I feel your insides.
And I got a wheel that turns into a tree
And you got a wheel that spits out rivers
And she got a wheel that moves the earth
And he got a wheel that bursts into fire
On the path of flowers and ferns I am walking.
In the world of flowers and birds I am walking.
On the path of flowers and ferns I am walking.
In the world of flowers and birds I am walking.
Far away from where I was, with the flowers and birds, I am walking.
Down a hill of windowless homes, I'm rolling.
Up the sides of chimneys and doors, I'm rolling.
Down a hill of windowless homes, I'm rolling.
Up the sides of chimneys and doors, I'm rolling.
From the sky falls down the sound of shouting, the air is speaking clear.
Far from the sky I know, this sky is yelling, the air is speaking clear.
Far from the sky I know, this sky is yelling, the air is speaking clear.
Through the dirt and roots with my hands I'm digging,
pushing out the pebbles and rocks I'm plowing,
Through the dirt and roots with my hands I'm digging,
pushing out the pebbles and rocks I'm plowing,
Deep in the ground for the voice I'm seaching,
searching for the source of the voice in the sky.
Deep in the ground for the voice I'm seaching,
searching for the source of the voice in the sky.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
I can see the bird in the voice that's singing.
It took hours for memories that were ageless to build
as I wandered around to find the path to your door.
How long have you been here? I've been going in circles.
Have you heard me knocking? I've been at your door.
I was tracking the trail where your victims were dragged
over rivers and roads as I circled your home.
16 kids in 16 hours.
16 kids in 16 hours.
Your jagged teeth were gnashing just an hour ago.
Have you heard me knocking? I've been at your door.
Have you heard me knocking? I've been at your door.
Bind your hands behind your head, hold you legs down.
This one I'll win, I'll do you in, I'll pin your legs down.
Your jagged teeth were gnashing just an hour ago.
If you can recall when your journey ended:
swollen, ocean-severed, gulls bobbing on swells, reclining on flotsam:
a length of rope, a cooking pot, a single boot, a pup-tented shirt for a small shade patch
surrounded by the growing slick,
sinking the terns and floating the whales.
It started out small
We were walking tall
But on the way we took on more than we could haul
Crab-Walking Nomads
Sunk to the floor
So many possessions
We can't carry more
"Hold me down," I said to my friend.
"Hold me down. You can strap more on."
But when you're a nomad, it's not so easy.
"Hold me down," I said to my friend.
"Hold me down. You can strap more on."
But when you're a nomad, it's not so easy.
Get on your knees and do anything they tell you
Let's go
Let's run
Let's hide
Let's get outta here
Let's go
Let's run
Let's hide
Let's get outta here
Doot doot doo...the soldiers marching
The smoke and shock
Lights in the sky and flags waving
Let's go
Let's run
Let's hide
Let's go
Let's run
Let's hide
They're coming into town
Doot doot doo...
Don't talk
Don't sneeze
Don't do anything
They'll find you
Come through your door
Let's go
Let's run
Let's hide
They're coming
Doot doot doo...
I heard a call. I heard a call.
I hear your voices come over the hills, and I want to answer, but I know I cannot really join you. My pup tent has many levels, but none of them go deep enough into the ground to let me be with you in the romantic way I imagine when I hear your howling.
Oooohooohhhohhhohhh. I cannot do it.
All I want is to see you smile.
(this song is mostly improvised gibberish)
Oh wo, wo oh...Your hands, your claws. Your ronder tops. You said so much. You said enough. Born into a big fight... My first fall wasn't very far. It's the landslide I heard you so long. My bad time I hear you say it wasn't such for me to say it was not anyway. You had it say. You heard it sing. You had it say so on its own yesterday. You had it say. You hear it say so long, oh, you might've said it was my hero anyway. You had it made. You had it made. You had it made...Born into a big fight. Born into a big fight...
We did the world some good by walking while our hands were digging, and in the gentle night I'm walking while my hands are digging.
While in the place you live, the holes you dig, your hands are walking, and on the path you walk, the goal you stalk, your hands are walking.
I was in the moonlight up the tree in higher places while you were on the roof and all you saw were higher places.
I'd like to know what time you want to leave for brighter places. I'd like to know what time you want to leave for brighter places.
There is a higher place, a brighter place than we are walking, a glowing starry place, an open place where we'll be walking.
Up in the air the color-lights are moving, curtain-swaying.
Up in the air where color-lights are moving, curtain-swaying.
And in the stories that you tell tonight, your voice will tremble.
And in the stories that you tell tonight, your voice will tremble.
And in the stories that you tell tonight, your voice will tremble.
And in the stories that you tell tonight, your voice will tremble.
Believe in a Fostered Thought
If you believe in a fostered thought, get out your gun. It will happen.
From here on we are only leaving.
Turn around and see.
There's noone your age.
We've all been here already.
We've been here this whole time. (etc...)
Empty fancy houses full of furniture.
Overage and underweight.
Pull them down the cliffs and into the river.
Take the Palisades in stride.
I heard the owners want to leave behind all the ties that hold them to their lives. I heard the sound of matches striking up and down the river to light the Palisades on fire.
Oh! The air was fresh and clean 'till the smoke came rising
and the ash of mansions soared.
Oh! The air was fresh and clean 'till the smoke came rising
and the ash of mansions soared.
What does it mean to be a beautiful man?
What does it mean to be a beautiful woman?
Ahhh!
Is there room in the party for one more skeleton? I don't take up much room!
I used to throw my weight around.
I used to throw my weight around.
But that was before, that was before, that was before, that was before the Silver Skeleton will wake me up.
My days are numbered.
I used to throw my weight around.
The Silver Skeleton will wake me up.
I used to throw my weight around.
I'm only five. I can't be out that late.
I'm much too young. I don't have time to make mistakes.
He's waiting for you (he's coming for you).
He's waiting for you under this ground.
He's waiting for you (he's coming for you).
He's waiting for you under this ground.
He's waiting for you (he's coming for you).
He's waiting for you under this ground.
I heard your name in the air. What a mysterious transmission, echoing through the stratosphere.
A repetitious rhyme calling out without aim, speaking a sublime name to pluck from the air in the nighttime.
Maybe it comes from the thousand holes that let our light shine through the dark dome that shields the blue.
A universal signal, an audible twinkle,
a wave of your hand, a message from you.
The comfort of your sound, so tender, climbs into my bed like a boyfriend. A thread of sound from your tower to my head connecting finder to sender.
I heard your name in the air. A mysterious transmission, echoing through the stratosphere.
Maybe it comes from the thousand holes that let the light shine through the dark dome that shields the blue.
A universal signal, an audible twinkle,
a wave of your hand, a message from you.
Flying High in the Wake of a Dirty War
What what wha-what what is it?
What's holding you down?
What what wha-what what is it?
You should be flying high.
What what what is it that's pulling you down?
You should be flying high in the wake of this dirty war.
What what what's got you down?
The view from here is so much brighter.
You should be flying high.
You should be flying high.
You should be flying high in the wake of this dirty war.
You should be flying high.
You should be in the sky.
You should be flying high in the wake of this dirty war.
I've been scared of storms before.
I don't know if this one is like the others.
I've been scared of storms before.