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Come Tomorrow, Try Again


Sun Pillar

Sun Pillar (Photo credit: tomhe)

Notes and vocal tracks for a song I am working on for a friend’s band in Georgia.
There style is jam band and I had started writing this several weeks ago and words
began dropping into my head as I was driving to see Ray & Co. in Huckabuck.

The music for the chorus/verse I had written several weeks ago dropped in yesterday
and today I tweaked it a little bit and then lyrics started to drop into the music
with stories of the band members finding verses in the song.  Shortly after that,
I started putting together a possible bridge or alternate chorus for the song.

SoundCloud of my vocal notes —>  <click here>

Chorus/Verse

So-ometimes good ain’t good eno-ough
So-ometimes should’s just should have been
So-ometimes love ain’t ordinary
Co-ome tomorrow, try again

Sean vocal verse:

I got a Jes I want to marry
Ti-imes are hard, you understand
We fuss and fight, it causes troubles
Co-ome tomorrow, (I’ll) take your hand

Jeff vocal verse:

I got a Jes, we got two children
We’re workin’ (or tryin’) hard to make a home
I work all day, it causes troubles (or sorrows)
Co-ome tomorrow, ain’t gonna roam

Alt Chorus/Possible Bridge:

Co-ome tomorrow, Sun is shinin’
Co-ome tomorrow, I’m goin’ home
Co-ome tomorrow, Sun keep shinin’
Co-ome tomorrow, ain’t gonna roam

New Alt Chorus/Possible Alt Bridge (not recorded)

Co-ome tomorrow, Sun is shinin’
C0-ome tomorrow, you’ll understand
Co-ome tomorrow, Sun keep shinin’
Co-ome tomorrow, (I’ll) take your hand

let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry


English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama

English: Nobel Peace Prize 2009, Barack Obama (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Let me tell ya li’l story ’bout a man named Barry
Another corporate puppet for the Military
(Industrial Complex, that is)
He says America’s prestige is on the line
And bombing to stop bombing is super fine

He got a Nobel Peace Prize for who knows what
His Middle Eastern plans will leave a desolate rut
He don’t care about the damage, it’s collateral you see
And he sure don’t give a fuck about you or me

 

Ta want to hear my creaky voice singing this to the Ballad of Jed Clampett?   <Click Here>

Bohemian Rap City


English: Uncle Sam recruiting poster.

English: Uncle Sam recruiting poster. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bohemian Rap City

the double dwelling youths
they claim to be hipsters
hip hop falling from their tongues
like some cysted sort of twister

their stories are the same
like when we played the game
but their beats are something fly
they got some new fish to fry

they bought into the dream
get an education was their plan
but now all they do is scream
their souls belong to Uncle Sam

their stories are the same
like when we played the game
but their beats are something fly
they got some new fish to fry

they’re tired of the lies
and the media manipulation
they’re turning off their sets,
getting high on information

yeah the stories are the same
but the names have all been changed
they got bigger fish to fry
ain’t gotta tell you why

politicians gather in their flocks
they don’t get nothing done
and speak their doubletalks
just a circus for the dumb

they’re waking up the Youth
to the cold and ugly Truth
they’re waking up the Youth
to the cold and ugly Truth

the people that’s in power
they don’t give a damn
about you or you or you or me
the people that’s in power
they know it’s all a sham
they feed it to us daily on HDTV

yeah the stories are the same
but the names have all been changed
their rhymes rising to the sky
and you better listen why

 

SoundCloud Reading/Rap –  <click here>

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry?


One Fear illustration from Book of Fears

One Fear illustration from Book of Fears (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you burn my ears, like Stooge’s Larry

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you just keep it draggin’ on

The N D double A took my baby away
and Honey Boo Boo is all the press have to say

You live a lie and you spread it to us
why don’t ya give some reg’lar  folks some Trust

to think just for themselves

I get sad when your media tells us to cry
sad that people believe in half-truths and lies

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you make me sick, like dysentery

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you just keep it draggin’ on

 

Sucky SoundCloud vocal attempt by Agnew, drunk:  <click here>

The Ballad of Marshall Awe


Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications

Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications (Photo credit: germanium)

 

The Ballad of Marshall Awe

Marshall was born to humble folk
mixed and outcast from his friends
no one listened when he spoke
he daydreamed daily, means and ends

Marshall vowed one day to rule
and never to be looked down upon again
he worked into the finest schools
and formulated his ruling plan

there’d be none of this or none of that
once he had taken charge
trifles he would substitute for math
and only his cronies living large

he had devices and eyes in the sky
and massaged the media with his charm
of course the people never knew why
his system brought them only harm

but perplexed and maybe lulled to sleep
by TV, smartphones and the internet
people forgot every promise Marshall didn’t keep
and spiraled into slavery’s debt

prophets, poets, writers and such
had desperately tried to warn the masses
did their efforts result in much?
Marshall vowed to never free their asses

 

Jehovah’s kiss


The Statue of Liberty front shot, on Liberty I...

The Statue of Liberty front shot, on Liberty Island. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

mad men in their vestibules
seeking counsel from vexe’d mules
pass this rider, here’s more cash
deals made over sour mash

written in rivers of corporate ink
how can the politician even think
that folks on main street will not hear
the American dream is strippin’ gears

gathered in the coffee shops
the radical quickly licks his chops
small businessmen invest in fear
in hopes of holding on just one more year

and teachers teach to worthless tests
to youth, imagination, none invests
while all about us the planet rages
no shelter found in cardboard cages

will we dream or face the depths
of Judgment’s fated gallows’ steps?
will we shine or cease to dream
inside this broken star machine?

i’d hope there’d be enough who wake
to save us from this planet’s fate
but hope is nothing, fools know this,
annihilation is Jehovah’s kiss

 

you put the schwag in the rolling paper


English: Diagram of a cigarette. Filter made o...

English: Diagram of a cigarette. Filter made of 95% cellulose acetate. Tipping paper to cover the filter. Rolling paper to cover the tobacco. Tobacco blend. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

sister had some papers she got them in a crime
brother bought a bag he trade it for a dime

he put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
he roll a joint up
he put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
he roll a joint up
he put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
and smoked that motherfucker up

called his dealer, woke him up
and said:

Hey man, this shit is pretty great
Hey man, can i get another eighth

you such a silly fucker
let me tell you watcha do
meet on the corner
at twenty minutes to
you better have the money
or you’ll walk home feeling blue

with no schwag to put in rollin’ papers
you gonna sit and stew

brother gave him 30 dollars, dealer told him what to do

you put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
you roll a joint up
you put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
you roll a joint up
you put the schwag in the rollin’ paper
and you and and your favorite dealer smoke the fucker up

 

 

 

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