Saturday, November 28, 2009

Bird Days

Despite the lack of posts, we are still plugging away. We have quite a formidable flock.

"Fat Over Lean" is one of those rules of which I didn't understand the necessity before actually doing the opposite. I always just imagined Jack Sprat with his wife plopped down on top of him eating a plate full of "no lean." That's not what the rule is talking about. Oil doesn't dry out between brush strokes like acrylic. This means that if you have a thick layer of, say, dark green and you want to go back over it and add touches of light green highlights, it's not going to work. When you delicately touch your brush of light on that field of thick dark, it's just going to get all mixed up and messy. I've read there are also long term repercussion such as cracking of paint and other similarly dismal disasters. I am so glad da Vinci followed the Fat Over Lean rule on Mona Lisa's lips.

Some of my better birds include my little Carolina Chickadee and my Yellow-breasted Chat. James has a Bronzed Cowbird that I like so much I've asked him not to give it away.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

What's Going On


It seems like our only posts these days are my songs of the day. So I guess we're due for a little update. Don't think we've given up on our birds, folks. We haven't. But something weird happened the other night. We both painted subpar birds. Not that we're claiming to be great oil painters or anything, but our birds that night were well below the standards we had set. Take my Mallard, for instance (left). I mean, it looks like something an elementary school kid or an institutionalized person might paint. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy outsider art. But we were, needless to say, a bit discouraged by this development. The next night we gave it a break. No birds. But now we're back into it and having fun again!


In baby news, Beatrice has added a new word to her vocabulary: "DADA." That brings the grand total up to two (2) words! The other one is "mama." She also crawls around tirelessly. She pulls herself up on things. She loves to bang on a keyboard and hum through a kazoo. She's also teething again, and it looks like she'll have two front teeth for Christmas!


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Song of the Day No. 46

"Lyricists' Bill of Rights"

You may think it's wrong,
But as a composer of songs,
I have a right to write
Really bad lyrics.

Though I admit that I'm hardly
A Lennon or McCartney,
Even those composers had no
Reason to fear it.

So I resolve to write what comes
No matter now mind-numbingly dumb,
And hope the critics
Will never go near it.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Song of the Day No. 45

I didn't post one yesterday, so here's a second for today:

"Gimme Apocalypse"

Chant:
Gimme Apocalypse!
Gimme Apocalypse!

Come on and drop the bomb
Come on and drop the bomb
I tell you I am not dreadin'
The sight of armageddon
It sounds like it could be a ton of fun
A barbecue picnic in the sun

Come on and drop the bomb
Come on and drop the bomb
I tell you I am not afraid
Of fallout winter shade
It seems like it could be cool and nice
So won't you please take my good advice

Nuclear war's
What we've been waiting for
Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!

Come on and drop the bomb
Come on and drop the bomb
I tell you here is what rocks:
It's called nuclear holocaust

Chant:
Gimme apocalypse!
Gimme apocalypse!
(Repeat and fade)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Song of the Day No. 43

"Bedroom Band"

I want to start a bedroom band
We won't need to purchase a van
Or write a business plan, man
We'll be a bedroom band!

Electric guitar!
Cheap drumset!
A microphone!
Blank cassette!

That's all we need
That's all we need

Song of the Day No. 42

Three short songs that I should have posted yesterday:

I.

I don't want to live
In this museum anymore
Dusting off the artifacts
Is such a boring chore

Surely there must be
Something more in store
Than waxing hardwood floors
For me?

II.

Everything is coming unraveled
The world is coming undone
The clouds have started raining gravel
And oceans are made of bubble gum
I'm watching my mind fly away in a hot air balloon
Asking me to come along soon

Everything is coming unbuttoned
Everything is coming unglued
The sky turned red all of a sudden
Now the sun is shining blue
I'm watching my mind fly away in a hot air balloon
Asking me to come along soon

III.

You were bleeding in your stories
Your twisted amphigories
That seemed more like dreams
Than any real reality

Furry animals and plants
Even honey-bees and ants
All seem to talk to you
All seem to understand

Friday, November 20, 2009

Song of the Day No. 41

"Vesuvius"

Vesuvius-
Are you through with us?
Vesuvius-
Have we worn out our usefulness?

You protected us;
Now you've rejected us
And ejected us
When you exploded unexpectedly.

You carried us;
Then you harried us,
Fin'lly buried us
When you went off suddenly.

Vesusius-
Are you through with us?
Vesuvius-
Have we worn out our usefulness?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Bird Days, 10

Another late night
No time to write
Added new birds to the flock

Today I got groceries
Healthy food mostly
Trying to build up a stock

The baby's asleep
I'll check, yes, I'll peep
Hope I don't trip on a block

James is in bed
I'm writing instead
Oh, jeez, I just looked at the clock!

Bye!

Song of the Day No. 40

Another tale of Locust Hill, my fictional southern town.

"Out!"

Take me down to the Old Black River
Deep in the Dark Woods.
Take me down to the Old Black River
Way out in those Dark Woods.
Baptise me in cool November
Knee deep in red mud.

Bramble Childress wore his fav'rite
Blue seersucker suit.
Rev'rend Childress had on his fav'rite
Blue seersucker suit,
With his shock of hair all white
And his cheap patent leather shoes.

Ol' Brandon Boyles come out of nowhere,
Started spreading the devil's lies.
B.B. Boyles come out of nowhere,
Telling the devil's lies.
Gave the congregation quite a scare,
My oh my oh my.

The sunlight was starting to get dim;
The water was getting cold.
Said the sunlight was a gettin' dim;
The water getting cold.
O'l B.B. had some demon in him
Fighting for his soul.

Everyone was feeling kinda nervous,
Wondering what would happen next.
Everyone was getting kinda nervous,
Not knowing what would happen next.
The sunset hardly reassured us
With that demon standing in our midst.

Well, Bramble Childress looked that devil
Square in his red eye.
Yes, Rev. Childress stared that devil
Right in his red eye.
But he'd never sink down to his level;
Rev. Childress would rather die.

Well, a demon exorcism
Was Rev. Childress' only choice.
Yes a demon exorcism
Was the Rev'rend's only choice.
He proclaimed "the Lord hath risen!"
In his husky gravel voice.

Bramble Childress knew an uppercut
Could drive that demon out.
Said Rev. Childress hoped an uppercut
Would knock that demon out.
He clocked him, kicked him in the gut
And cried "Out demon! Get out!"

The Rev'rend's flock just stood agape
At the scene that they had witnessed.
The congregation stood agape
At the scene that they just witnessed.
Skinny B.B. was in sorry shape;
Rev. Childress'd beat him witless.

They dragged ol' B. up to the bank
Without an ounce of doubt.
They dragged B.B. up on the bank
Without a shred of doubt
That they should give the Rev'rend thanks
For driving that demon out.

So take me down to the Old Black River
Save this drowning man.
Said take me down to the Old Black River
Save this drowning man.
Baptize me in cool November;
Let me bathe in the Blood of the Lamb.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Song of the Day No. 39

An instrospective number. I rarely get so personal and confessional in song.

Chocolate is my heroin;
I can never get enough.
I'm nearly always carryin'
A stash of the delicious stuff.

I love to eat a cookie;
I love a candy bar.
I love it when it's sticky,
Clinging to my fingers like tar.

Once I get a little taste,
Nothing else will satisfy me.
Not a morsel goes to waste,
It just may fatify me.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Song of the Day No. 38

Here's somthing a little lighter since yesterday's song was so heavy. A pop tune and one inspired by a fun night out with Lily, Jake, Lucy and Hudson.

"I Adore You"

As long as the sun shines
I hope that you will be mine
As long as the moon lights the sky at night
I hope that you will be mine

I adore you
I adore you
I am living for you
I adore you

As long as the earth turns
I will belong to you
As long as my soul burns
I will belong to you

I adore you, &ct.

Please, please girl
Please be mine
Please, please girl
Until the end of time

"Sake Song"

Sake, sake every night
Sake, sake, it's alright

Let's get together at the sushi bar
The one on the corner is not too far
Let's get together at the sushi bar
It's in walking distance; you won't need a car

With a shot of hot sake and a cigarette
Your cares and your worry you'll soon forget
Finish this pitcher and start on a third
Everything we talk about seems so absurd

A shot of hot sake on an evening in the fall
Is the antidote for staring at the wall
We'll get together at the sushi place
Leave our inhibitions without a trace

Bird Days, Birds 7 & 8


So James told you about how he got a little behind. Well, I did too. But, s'tch-k! Today I had a chance to catch up. I added a sweet little Coal Tit and a Red-headed Woodpecker. I tried something a little different with the Coal Tit. I did a varied wash on my surface which I moved around with turpentine to get the basic darks and lights. I built the bird from there. It's mostly grays and blacks. The wash is yellows. It looks watery. I like. Much.

I love you,
Lily

P.S. Leave me a comment so I know you love me back!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Song of the Day No. 37

"Lonely Aberdeen"

Once upon a time
Deep in the Dark Woods
In the hills of Caroline
A mossy cabin stood
The Old Black's muddy banks
All copper red with clay
Made the house all wet and dank
Splashing night and day

In that cabin no one stayed
Except a lonely hermit
Named Aberdeen Manchester Gray
And his pet frog, Kermit
Abe's skin was of a leathern texture
His hair was soft and gray
His beard was flecked with salt and pepper
His eyes were far away

Every night the demons came
As he lay in his bed
Every night the demons came
And ran wild in his head
Them demons showed him murder
Them demons showed him death
He prayed with verve and fervor
That they would let him rest

Refrain:
Lonely Aberdeen, lonely Aberdeen
Them demons is so mean
To lonely Aberdeen

Abe called out for Jesus
Each and every night
His circumstance was grievous
He was paralyzed with fright
He called out to the Lord
"Save my soul from immolation!"
But his prayers went unheard
He was the wrong denomination

He tried to drive the demons
Out from in his head
Their cold teeth were a gleamin'
Their eyes was big and red
He ranted, raved and thrashed about
He broke things and he swore
His mind was filled with grief and doubt
His soul was torn in war

Them demons made him do things
He never would've done
They even made him see things
His mind was on the run
He saw some blood a drippin'
From the ceiling in the hall
He saw a red heart beatin'
Nailed up to the wall

He began collecting knives
And hid them on his person
He started hanging out in dives
Drinking shots of bourbon
The odor he emitted
Could hardly be called kind
Freely it was admitted
The man had lost his mind

One night old Aberdeen
Passed out beneath the bar
And pissed himself in his jeans
Cause he was gone too far
They shook him and they kicked him
But he just lay asleep
A narcoleptic victim
Missing half his teeth

When they fin'lly woke him
He babbled on and on
Though he'd hardly spoken
For years to anyone
But no one understood
A word he had to say
They all wished that he would
Simply go away

The situation worsened
When Abe sprang to his feet
In frustration he started cursin'
His face white as a sheet
He produced two rusty blades
And stabbed whoever was around
'Til the bartender Kincaid
With his ball-bat took him down

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Bird Days, Day 6


I'm a bit behind with my birds. One bird behind, in fact. Let me tell you, it's tough to find the time every night to paint. And if you get behind, it's even harder to catch up. But today as I started to work on my Tufted "Black-Crested" Titmouse, I noticed that I had forgotten to paint my Tufted Titmouse's ruddy underparts. And his feathers looked a little too blue.

Don't accuse me of perfectionism. These paintings are far from perfect. But it's still a lot of fun, and it's even more enjoyable when you see something you can do to improve their looks and make that happen. So even if I don't produce as much as I want, I'll be happy if I improve my skills and maybe even paint a few birds that are nice to look at.

Fortunately, Lily paints faster than I do. She's got a lovely little hummingbird for day 6.

Song of the Day No. 36

This one's inspired by my favorite band, GUITAR WOLF!

1-2-3-NOW!

Weeeeeooooowwww!
Yeah!
Aaaahhhhhhh!
Oh yeah!

Faster!
Faster!
FASTERRRRRRRRR!

Wooooowwww!
Yeah!
Aaaaahhhhh!
Alright, now!

Faster!
Faster!
FASTERRRRRRRRR!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Zzzzzz


The baby is asleep for the night so I can finally show you what I made. It's a baby outfit and it fits Beatrice just right with a little room to grow. The only problem is that it's really boyish. Maybe I'll save it for a later edition of Nichols' baby or maybe I'll give it away. Whatever. The main thing is that it fits. So now I'll just get right back to work in pinkier and reddier and purplier fabrics.
I love you,
I'll see you soon,
Leave me a comment,
Nighty-night,
Lily

Song of the Day No. 35

I want to go out tonight
I want to breathe real air
I want to see all the sights
Feel the wind through my hair

On my skateboard I am free
To do as I damn well please
On my skateboard I am free tonight

I want to smoke a cigarette
Underneath the stars
Roll around to forget
My injuries and scars

On my skateboard I am free
To do as I damn well please
On my skateboard I am free tonight

Friday, November 13, 2009

Bird Days, Days 4 & 5


Why wasn't there an individual post for Day 4? Oh, I shall tell you. When I went to write an entry filling you in on all our activities, the internet was down. Oh, well, I thought, I'll play with Beatrice instead. In the nursery.

We played and sang and talked. Then I overheard a conversation out in the yard and stuck my head out the window to get a better listen. It seems there are no less than 12 pirate cables going out from ours to another building. This, apparently, is why our internet service is so very touch and go.

Later today, service returned.

Now we have quite a collection of birds! James has added a Tufted Titmouse and is headed toward a Tufted "black crested" Titmouse. I've done a Loggerhead Shrike and an Eastern Kingbird. I love my Kingbird with his chest puffed out, fluffy and white.

Song of the Day No. 34

Short songs! Plus another chapter in the continuing adventures of the Starship Pizarro and by request, a song about Pizza!

I.

I love a fragmentary song
It doesn't hafta be too long
Include string sections or gongs
Brevity doesn't make it wrong

II.

When a soul is beautiful
It radiates a light
Bright and colorful
Drawing daytime from the night

When a soul is beautiful
It casts its glow for all to see
In a way in which the physical
Lacks ability


III.

A house is not a home
When you're all alone
A million bucks just ain't enough
When your life is lacking love

IV.

Fictionalize your life
Make it whatever you want it to be
Fictionalize your life
Turn every day into a fantasy

V. "Starship Captain Bolder"

Starship Captain Bolder
Is a woman of great worth
The President once told her
"You are a credit to Planet Earth"
Now she is on a mission
She's an explorer with a vision
The Pizarro's chief authority

Starship Captain Bolder
Is every inch a girl
Lots of guys would like to hold her
Her looks are out of this world!
But she is on a mission
So romantic transmissions
Are very low priority

I would follow her into the sun!
I would follow her into the sun!

Starship Captain Bolder
Is single, I have heard
Space travel's so much colder
Without a friendly word
But she is on a mission
Brushing up on nuclear fission
Sending missives to her sorority

VI. "Joe's Pizza"

I think that I may die
If I don't get this off my chest:
I love a pizza pie,
And Joe's are the very best!
I am such a fan of Joe,
His homemade sauce and dough
That I couldn't care less for all the rest

I've tried Tony's and Baroni's
Pizza City and Venus Pie
Peppino's and Angelino's
Why do they even try?

My favorite pizzeria
Is Joe's, I must confess
By now that should be clear
I won't settle for less
I am such a fan of Joe,
His homemade sauce and dough
That I couldn't care less for all the rest


(Special thanks to Lily for helping with this song!)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Bird Days, Day 3

Last night James did a Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher and I did a Red-breasted Nuthatch. They were so hard!!! I think part of it may have been that Hudson (my brother) came over with some beer and we all talked while James and I painted. On the one hand, it was a real treat because we don't get to see Hudson so much these days. But on the other hand, we weren't able to really shift into the zone. The paintings turned out just fine, but I don't feel the same way toward my nuthatch as I do my warbler from Day 2. Another factor is that we got big heads and chose some pretty challenging angles to conquer. Maybe with more concentration we would have been up for the challenge. Who knows. Let's hope Day 4 treats us a little better.

Fictional Bands


We've got soooo many bands: No Yes, Darger, MBF, Charles & Henri, Johnny Hand & the Hots; the list goes on and on. Trouble is, most of them are not real. I mean, they're real in the sense that it's a group of people who get together and play original music. But they're not real in the sense of a Band that drives around in a van and works on a business plan, man. Nope, we do it for its own sake. Don't get me wrong, if someone offered me money for my music or to play a show, I would take it! But it's not a career. It's a way to connect with our friends and loved ones and hopefully meet more of them.

So we treat the bands like works of fiction. We play roles, use stage names, wear costumes. We assume alter egos. Our Wolf Note label has dozens of artists and bands, but only consists of about half a dozen actual people. And why not?

Song of the Day No. 33

You don't need fame or fortune
When you live for love
I will be here for you
When times are good or rough
Against the wind or tide
I will be here by your side
I'll love you for eternity

I'll love you in the morning
I'll love you in the night
I'll love you when we're boring
I'll love you when we fight
Against the wind or tide &ct.

Forever and ever
World without end
Forever and ever
You have a friend

I'll love you in the night time
I'll love you at the dawn
I'll love you in the evening
When the sun is gone
Against the wind or tide &ct.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Song of the Day No. 32

Five verses, all with the basic same music, varying in intensity.

"Various Crimes" (aka "Repeat Offender")

Give me all your money
And your jewelry, too
Don't laugh. It isn't funny
Don't think I'm kidding you
This's what you'd call a robb'ry
It ain't nothing new

Today I stole a baby
Took it from its crib
Gave it my old lady
With pacify and bib
She laughed like she was crazy
And thanked me for the kid

I'm a repeat offender
I will offend again
If I go on a bender
I don't want my fun to end
So set 'em up, bartender
Give me three shots of gin

I shot a man on Tuesday
Ran him through the head
Left him right where he lay
Left him cold and dead
His livid skin looked so gray
Deprived of ruddy red

Everybody sayin'
That crime just does not pay
Mama always prayin'
That I will mend my ways
Won't happend 'til I'm layin'
Just a layin' in my grave

Bird Days, Day 2


Last night I painted a Blackburnian Warbler and James painted a BIRD THAT I WANT! It is tiny and yellow and perched there on a branch all cuddly cute! I think it was an American Yellow Warbler.
Oil is so different from acrylic for me... It'll take a while to get used to. It moves, that's the crazy thing. With acrylic, I just have to hope I put exactly what I want where I want because there's no going back. (Well, I mean, I can always wait for it to dry and gesso over my work. Boring.) With oil I just keep changing the color, even on the board. It evolves.
When we paint, time flies! So much of it is just intangible, right brain stuff. It feels so good!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Bird Days, Day 1


So Lily and I painted our first birds. Lily painted a plump Northern Cardinal while I did a Scarlet Tanager. They both came out much better than either one of us expected. And it was so much fun! I think I finally experienced what Betty Edwards has been talking about in Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. I don't draw much, and I've never used oil paints before. But as Lily and I were working, I began to notice a strange sensation that I hadn't felt before. The right side of my brain had taken over, and it was intoxicating!

Song of the Day No. 31

"Employee of the Month"

He's got a great work ethic
And he punches in on time
He doesn't smoke no crystal methic
Yes, he's worth every dime
He's the employee of the month!

He deserves to be rewarded
For the effort he has shown
His success should be recorded
His reputation widely known
He's the employee of the month!

The one whom we admire
Was selectively hired
He would never steal or rob
He's the best man for the job

Employee of the month!
Employee of the month!

There's a placard on the wall
In the bathroom in the hall
Across from the last stall
With a photograph of him for all to see

Employee of the month!

Bird Days


James and I are starting a new series wherein we each paint one bird a day for twenty days. We are painting in oil on wood. On Day 0, we gathered our supplies and prepared our surfaces with gesso (fig 1.A).

Monday, November 9, 2009

All About my Girl


I really love Lily. She is very sweet and nice to me all the time. She is playful and funny, and we laugh an awful lot together. I love to hold her on my lap and wrap my arms around her waist. I love the look she gets on her face and the way she pinches my chest with the thumb and index finger of both hands when she wants to ask me for something. I love how she looks. To me, she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She is my rainbow of happiness. She makes my life glow in bright colors.

Song of the Day No. 30

You shine so very bright
Like the flame atop a candle
Or a flashing neon light
You draw me like a moth

I'm always in your orbit
Like a planet 'round the sun
Your gravity has captured me
My darling, you're the one

CHORUS:
You're the one; you're the one
You are the sky; you are the sun
You're the one; you're the one
You are my gold and diamond

You are the magnet
I'm the shard
You are the ointment
When I am scarred

You're like the clearest winter sky
All glittering with stars
With solar systems in your eyes
You're more beautiful by far

CHORUS

Song of the Day No. 29

I met a friendly whale
Without a porpoise in life
He worked deliv'ring mail
But he never found a wife
He was sad and all alone
No one called him on the phone
And his check book was balanced
On the edge of a knife

Now he just wails and moans
He always wails and moans
He's so sad and lonely
He just wails and moans

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Baby Update


She sits, she crawls, she gets away. She uses more and more consonant sounds and has strong lungs. She's over 20 lbs! She tries to climb. She craves attention. She does this funny thing with her fingers like she's trying to snap with her ring finger. She eats bananas and drinks out of a sippy cup. She likes to play rough. She's a Daddy's Girl! Mama's chest is still her comfiest place. She loves to look at books. She loves to go outside. Sometimes she's scared of dogs.

That's what's up right now with our almost seven month old.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Song of the Day No. 28

"Billy Neon"

Where has Billy Neon gone?
He's left the galaxy
Will he be gone for long?
That I cannot see
He left us in a blinding flash
Left a ring of hot, molten ash
Where's the superhero we need?

The evil Mr. Sinister
Has come to wreak chaos
With his sidekick Jennifer
We're sure they will betray us
He took the money from our banks
Didn't even bother with saying "thanks"
That villain has surely played us

CHORUS:
Billy Neon (where have you gone?)
Billy Neon (please come home)

Billy Neon is coming home
To save us from the bad guys, yeah!
It will be an awesome show
When he sends then back to jail, yeah!
A superpowered punch or kick
Really oughta do the trick
To make them really pay yay yay yay yay!!!!!

The Dream Network

Have you ever dreamed you were someone else? I don't mean someone you know or some character from a movie you saw or a superhero or something, but a real, living human being who is someone totally other than yourself. I've had lots of those dreams. There is an explanation for this phenomenon that not many people know about. It's called The Dream Network.

When a sleeper taps into The Dream Network, he or she plugs his or her brain into a tangled web of wires that connects all the brains of all those currently online. It's sort of like the internet for when you're asleep. The only reason I even know about it is because I accidentally saw it one night as I was leaving one of those dreams. There were lots and lots of beds (more than I could count) just sort of floating around in a soft looking, ethereal environment. Everyone was asleep in the beds and clear wires ran from their heads to a central cluster somewhere in the middle.

How does The Dream Network work? When you connect, you send and receive information directly to and from your brain to other people's brains. You may experience someone else's dreams or memories as your own. It's quite a strange experience, and usually leaves you with vivid images of the dreams you just had.

The whole thing is built around a type of technology that our conscious minds are, as of yet, unaware of. In other words, nobody knows how the damned thing works. At least, no one who is awake.

BABYLEGS!!!

I did a terrible thing and I haven't gotten up the nerve to tell James. He's at work now. I think I'll let him find out right here in a public place where you will all protect me. Anybody there?

There's this company called babylegs. Don't read my story unless you know and understand the CUTE NESS THERE OF. See how irresistible they are? But do you know how much they cost? Yeah, like between $12 and $15. Per pair.

Hear me out and tell if I can really be blamed. There's a sale going on where they are only $7. Plus, if you buy 4 pairs, you get two of the "SuperSoft" pairs for free. Plus free shipping. One look at the website and I was doomed. At regular price, I would have spent $78 not including shipping. I only spent a teensy-weensy $28. That's all.

Oh, and they are so practical! You can put them with a long sleeved onesie, under a dress, under pants, on arms for extra warmth. They will help us get through winter. And I just felt so sorry for my little daughter all dressed up like a boy every day because she got hand-me-downs from uncles, the youngest of whom just turned 13!!!

And I promise I'll go without ice-cream (and any other treat I obnoxiously ask for) for the rest of the cold season. And I already gave up my allowance.

Love,
Lily

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Song of the Day No. 27

I walked in the front door
And entered another place
Floating above the floor
Was a shimmering clock face
What the . . . ?

I jumped out of a window
And slid up to the clouds
Swam around with wingy minnows
Who sang their hymns out loud
What the . . . ?

I dove into the ocean
And into a fish's mouth
Its digestive motion
Pushed me right on out
What the . . . ?

Song of the Day No. 26

Random fragments:

I.

Rock so hard that their
Heads will explode!

II.

Animated crap stew
Slap crated west main

Key Rice!
Key Rice!

III.

Once I met a friendly sprite
Flying round just like a kite
She landed on a barn
And with a ball of yarn
Made a puppy who could bark but never bite

IV.

I've got an on/off switch and a candlestick
A third grade witch and a bag of tricks
Don't underestimate them
That would be a grave mistake

V.

He's under the weather
Don't bother him
He's under the weather
Leave him alone

There's pressure on his head
Sinuses are feeling clogged
His limbs are moving slowly
He is living in a fog

VI.

You think it's good to be obnoxious
I'm inclined to disagree
Where is your tact?
Where is your tact?
You never think before you act
Where is your tact?

Song of the Day No. 25

Mini Mike was a squirrely guy
He had buck teeth and one crossed eye
He only stood three pumpkins high
And green eyed girls'd make him cry

Silly Sally fled the valley
Where her fam'ly's at
Then she moved into an alley
With all the homeless cats

CHORUS:
One buck-a, two buck-a
Three buck-a, four
Five buck-a, six buck-a
Seven buck-a, score!

Corny Connie told bad jokes
She lives in a shack with her folks
A deck of cards is in her spokes
And when she laughs she always chokes

Donnie Diamond loves a rhymin'
Every time he tries to speak
With better timin' you'd see him climbin'
The charts's very highest peak

CHORUS

Song of the Day No. 24

An anthem for a 'serious' rock band:

We're not here for the groupies
We're not here for the drugs
We're not here for the alcohol
We are here for the love

We have come to save the world
We have come to save the world

We're not here for the money
We're not here for the fame
We're not here to be recognized
This is all a big game

We have come to save the world
We have come to save the world

Song of the Day No. 23

I've fallen so far behind
In my body and my mind
Now I need a little time
To relax and unwind
Straighten out my spine
Then I'm feeling pretty fine
Let the sun come out and shine
As I'm floating on the brine
Of the sea, dark as wine
But the waves are unkind
And the sharks are keen to dine
In total there are nine
All arranged in a line
I'm looking for a sign
Or a Dionysian vine

Song of the Day No. 23

Da-
Da da, da-da-da-da
Da da.

Da-
Da da, da-da-da-da
Da.

Da da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da;

Da da, da-da-da-da
Da.

This is an instrumental. I have decided only to notate the melody above.

Song of the Day No. 22

Don't take your eyes off the blade
Until the spinning ceases
Don't take your eyes off the blade
You might end up in pieces

Round and round it go whoa whoas
We have found it throw whoa whoas
Hot metal shards all over you
Hot metal shards all over you

A simple A-B chorus/verse form that will be played through 3 times and then be over, all in less than 2 minutes.

James

Song of the Day No. 21

You belong in prison
You belong behind bars
You made a real bad decision
Stealing other people's cars

You are a very naughty person
With an attitude to match
Your crimes will only worsen
If the police fail to catch
-You

You complain the law is on your back
But you won't stop drivin' drunk
You refuse to leave the outlaw track
And all that crystal meth in your trunk

You're a convict and you know it
Do you really hafta show it?
You're a convict and you
Oughta be locked up

You belong in prison
You should be in a cage
Washing dishes in the kitchen
Earning a prison wage