A Song Each Day

Instruments:
JM: guitar, bass, keys, vocals

Lyrics:
Feels like I’m stranded in a mobile home
Stranded and I can’t can’t go on
But I just noticed the microphone was on

Feel like dancing all alone
Four wheels sound like they’re part of the song
By morning I wonder will the snow be gone

Made it up in my mind
Do those things from time to time

Feel like singing in a phone
Sing singin’ like you can’t do wrong
But I know all my coins I left at home

Instruments:
JM: guitar, bass, vocals
Alex Auxier: drums, lapsteel, vocals

Lyrics:
Will you ever call me out
Will you ever wear the crown
Did you kill your hair with clouds
Tell me how you feel right now

So save me or tame me
Or brave me or make me
Just do not do me the way you did me then
But I won’t toss about it

So damn me but have me
oh laugh please oh laugh please
I’m sensing the weight is wearing through your skin
But I can’t care about it

Instruments:
JM: guitar, bass, vocals
Colin Miles: drums

Lyrics:
Turn to the left turn to the right
All he can say did you see the light
Death has him marked dark as the night
Belly of the beast bound to be a fight

Ride into the sun black as the dawn
He’ll be the doc and your Clementine
Always live your life just out of reach
Always on the run his goal is under siege

Instruments:
JM: guitar, bass, vocals
Kristen Massey: keys, percussion (stix)

Lyrics:
Met her in a bar ordered a beer
She just stood there overcome with fear
I know what to say I know what to do
Diamonds stole alone are easier with two

In the morning sun over some food
Layout the plans of what goes down at noon
She will drive the car and wrestle with the tears
As I pull away with twenty years

Later at a bar order a beer
I just stood there conceal the tears
I know what to say I know what to do
Diamonds stole alone are easier with two

A little pop song about a truck driver leaving on his next haul.

Instruments:
guitars, bass, drums, tambourine and vocals

Lyrics:
Heading out early today before the sun comes up
Left his in love in bed always saves the last cup
Oh oh oh

It’s only natural to race when the lights are up
Time won’t dirty his pace all he needs is luck
Always hungry to taste of the parting cup
You never lose a race so why you giving up
Oh oh oh

Lots of ground loop noise to deal with on this one… so I compressed the hell out of the telecaster to get what I could out of it… maybe next time. Dealing with the bad signal/noise ratio made me do some things I would have never done otherwise. So maybe I learned something. Telecasters ain’t easy but always sound really cool.

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Bass, Guitars, Background Vox: Fires of Bangkok

Lyrics:
N/A

This one wasn’t easy… I had the block today big time!

Instrumentation:
Drum Programming, Basses, Guitars, Vox: Fires of Bangkok

Lyrics:
See that falling light.
As it walks across,
Across the sky.

I could write a perfect letter.
I could paint myself the fool.
Say how we were lost.
That there’s nothing new.

See that falling light.
As it walks across,
Across the sky.

I could write a perfect letter.
I could paint myself the fool.
Say how we were lost.
That what we had is gone.

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: Fires of Bangkok

Lyrics:
N/A

Another instrumental pass at the covered drums…

Instrumentation:
Bass: Tim Delaney
Drums, Guitar: Fires of Bangkok

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: Fires of Bangkok

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.