Wasted Ones: Bicycle Eaters Style
MusicIt’s been a long time coming, but the Bicycle Eaters (band I’m in) is finishing up its first full album. Here’s the gorgeous treatment of Wasted Ones (or, Emaline) that I posted here as uke-only years ago when I first wrote it. Wasted Ones/House Made of Cake by Bicycle Eaters
Chimera
WritingThe light in this place is a chimera In the morning it sings sweetly rising with clarity of divine purpose behind the blind smiling as it climbs unyielding up the bedspread And slyly slides over the side of the bed Where you used to sleep In the afternoon it lays about in puddles Tripping me
Devil Everywhere That I Been
WritingForgive us now, oh Lord our long forgotten sins There’s blood in these hills, oh there’s a devil everywhere I been Come to me, sweet Jesus a thief in the hot black night Give your royal lips to kiss me drown me in that holy light Forgive us now, oh Lord all our favorite sins
Curse of Vienna
Music
This is an old recording I just re-discovered of the first full song I wrote with the ukulele. It is so strange and wonderful to hear the night sounds in the background. That mixture is specific to the back patio of the old Holland House. It makes me feel like home in a way that is so special.
The song itself is about meeting special people in special places and then leaving them there. I think any regular traveler with a heart full for romance will get what I’m talking about.
Three Seconds
Music
I gave myself about thirty minutes to write song about three seconds worth of thought yesterday as a challenge for back porch art night. This little guy probably needs to be arranged differently, but it was fun to write something on a deadline and without the usual style I like to write in.
This photo is unrelated to the song, but I’m pretty in love with it right now.
I think my mood is shifting back into silly songs mode, so some more ditties like this old gal might be what’s next. It’s spring!!
Clementina
WritingToday I walked down to the corner store for cigarettes and wine you hadn’t been home for days and I’ve learned not to ask why The girl behind the counter reminded me of myself when I was younger with bitten nails and scarlet lips and I remembered why I had loved her I think I
Holiday in Mogadishu
WritingCome see the beautiful towers Don’t mind the rubble — a room with a view! Knock out the walls to save you the trouble Look up, look up at the beautiful towers Look up at the beautiful towers Come see the lovely beaches Don’t mind the rovers — what speedy valets! They’ll lighten anything that
Here I’ll Stay
WritingThe fields are burning out the back door the screen door is flapping in the breeze the land that we grew on is sounding it’s death rattle and the house we loved in is breathing smoke like air Here I’ll stay, waiting for our home to burn watching the flames roll in like waves on
Her Belly is a Cold Hearth
WritingHer belly is a cold hearth It sits deep and cavernous inside of her It recalls warmer days with the ease of the dead– the feckless indifference of the already finished She stokes it with whiskey and memories of fire when flames would catch reckless and grow higher and higher Yet empty and dark and
Bully of the Open Sea
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I think dogs are super cool and have depth beyond our assumptions. Which, I guess, explains why this is not the first song I have written with a canine muse. Is that weird? Maaaybe.
Last November, a lovely friend of mine gave me the fantastic present of peaceful escapism. As a thank you for her kindness, I wrote her a song inspired by her doggie and sent her this little recording with the ukulele chords so she could play along at home (uke people attract uke people I think) for the pup.
This recording has a whistle solo that really shows off my total lack of talent in that particular area, so I’m really excited to share.