A Song Each Day

Once I played with a bad guitar cord. It made the guitar have a strong high end sound. After I replaced the cord the sound became warm again and I was bummed because of this. On this track I was trying to get that sound again. In the next few days I think I will try to write a few songs that feature this sound.

Instrumentation:
Guitars, Vox: Andy King

Lyrics:
Turn off the bad dreams,
I don’t remember, I won’t remember them.
Turn off the bad dreams,
I won’t remember, I won’t remember them.

Forget all the bee stings,
I don’t remember, I won’t remember them.
Turn off the bee stings,
I don’t remember, I won’t remember them.

This is my body this is my soul.
This is my body this is my soul.

Forget all the bad things,
I don’t remember, I won’t remember them.

I always enjoyed movie soundtrack music and thought that Tim and I could record a short piece in that mindset.  This reminds me how much I love checking out early electronic music.  If you have never looked into this stuff you should check it out.  Pretty cool stuff!  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_music

Instrumentation:
Assorted Keys: Tim Delaney
Assorted Keys: Andy King

Lyrics:
N/A

This song is another international instrumental.  This song is influenced by Femi Kuti.  I saw Femi twice live at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta Georgia and thought the shows were amazing. If you have not had a chance to listen to Femi you should check him out at http://www.myspace.com/femikuti

You may also like to know that Femi’s father is famed Nigerian musician and performer Fela Kuti.  you can learn more about his father at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fela_Kuti

Instrumentation:
Bass, Guitar: Tim Delaney
Guitar, Drums: Andy King

Lyrics:
N/A

Another instrumental pass at the covered drums…

Instrumentation:
Bass: Tim Delaney
Drums, Guitar: Andy King

Lyrics:
N/A

Wanted to make a really messy song that could hardly be understood but still have a leg in pop…

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Maracas, Bass, Guitars, Vox: Andy King

Lyrics:
What’s the commotion, doesn’t make sense.
Why all the vultures, making a mess.
What will you do with your bullet defense?
Taking something when nothing is left.

How do we start making a fence?
What do we do with our bullet defense?
It’s no good, when nobody’s left.
Devil know when we do it to death.

What is devotion, does anybody care?
What is so gripping about despair?
Well that’s easy nobody cares.
Everyone’s blinking they’re all too scared.

Stay young…

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Bass, Guitar, Vox: Andy King

Lyrics:
Breath…
Chica Choo Choo…
Breath…
Chica Choo Choo…

a…b…c…d..e..f..g…h…

barking…

a…b…c…d..e…f…g…h…i…j…k…l…l…m…n…ooooooo

oooooo…. eeeoooo…..oooooeeeeeooowwww….

a….b….c…..d……e….f…..g…..h…..i…j…k…l…mop…..

screatch……………..

1…2..3..4…5..6…7..8…1..2…3..4…5…6..7..8…

screatch……..

ooooh……o..o..o……o..o…o……o..o…o……o..o…o……o…o..o.

a……..y..e.a..h………

ah……ah……ah……ah……ah……ah……ah……

a….b…c…d…e…….f…g.. the rest to zzzzzzz….

I always liked songs that could be played while sleeping without waking me up. This is a song that I think I could sleep through. Not what you want people to do usually but with this song that is the goal.

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Bass, Organ: Tim Delaney
Guitar, Organ: Andy King

Lyrics:
N/A

Another song with international influence…

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Bass Programming, Guitar, Percussion, Vox: Andy King

Lyrics:
In the of the sun,
The damage was done.

Come death or come doom,
We’re nobody’s fools…

Come death of come doom,
No I won’t play the fool…

I wanted to do a song that was embarrassing for me forcing me to make a fun song rather than being so serious. I wanted to add one of those Jackson 5 style speaking parts in it to accomplish this… So Tim and I took a few shots to loosen up and allow the inhibitions to go away then we started recording. Its excruciatingly embarrassing to me but after letting a few friends hear it they convinced me to get over it.

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Bass: Tim Delaney
Drums, Guitar, Vox: Andy King

Lyrics:
First there was darkness, then there was light.
I’m sending you visions tonight, and all the girls with the Cadillac eyes.
This town’s gonna crucify me, but I’m alive, and I will survive,
In the spirit.

(talkin’ crap)

I know you’re a sinner, I know I’m alive.
I’m # 7, but you are space # 9.
I will survive,
In the spirit.

(talkin’ crap)

I will survive, in the spirit.

Another shot at a pop song with a raspberry beret beat.  Reminds me of middle school for some reason.

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming: Andy King
Guitar, Bass, Vox, Maracas: Andy King

Lyrics:
Well they say anything goes,
and we know this.

And they say anything goes,
and we know this.

And its alright there’s no need to fight,
And it won’t, and it won’t stop tonight.

And if its not wrong then why is it so dangerous,
dangerous for you,
and me.

Don’t be discouraged,
don’t be discouraged,

What we got to do is, survive.