I'm getting sick of the same old chords.
LYRICS:
I'm retarded
I'm a stooge
I can keep myself amused
Have a hand in
my abuse
Set a spark and light the fuse
I'm retarded
I am rude
I am average
I'm obtuse
We don't use that word…
I'm getting sick of the same old chords.
LYRICS:
I'm retarded
I'm a stooge
I can keep myself amused
Have a hand in
my abuse
Set a spark and light the fuse
I'm retarded
I am rude
I am average
I'm obtuse
We don't use that word…
The instruments were easy, the vocals were hard.
Anyways, I think a levee mighta busted . . .
LYRICS:
Nashville flooding again
it seems all the country stars are dead
Nashville flooding, my friend
The level's rising over our heads…
I'm getting sick of the same old chords.
LYRICS:
I'm retarded
I'm a stooge
I can keep myself amused
Have a hand in
my abuse
Set a spark and light the fuse
I'm retarded
I am rude
I am average
I'm obtuse
We don't use that word…
I'm getting sick of the same old chords.
LYRICS:
I'm retarded
I'm a stooge
I can keep myself amused
Have a hand in
my abuse
Set a spark and light the fuse
I'm retarded
I am rude
I am average
I'm obtuse
We don't use that word…
I'm getting sick of the same old chords.
LYRICS:
I'm retarded
I'm a stooge
I can keep myself amused
Have a hand in
my abuse
Set a spark and light the fuse
I'm retarded
I am rude
I am average
I'm obtuse
We don't use that word…
Aah . . . finally . . . a version of this I'm satisfied with.
Funny thing, I thought I was taking a break from music.
LYRICS:
I've been without
Withheld within
I've choked my pride held down around my well-worn shoes
Adhere it now…
I guess you could say I had second thoughts . . .
(And then second thoughts about the song . . .)*
*UPDATED 2-20-12
LYRICS:
Never inside you again
unless you promise to pretend
What happens next all depends
on if
you change your…
I guess you could say I had second thoughts . . .
(And then second thoughts about the song . . .)*
*UPDATED 2-20-12
LYRICS:
Never inside you again
unless you promise to pretend
What happens next all depends
on if
you change your…
I guess you could say I had second thoughts . . .
(And then second thoughts about the song . . .)*
*UPDATED 2-20-12
LYRICS:
Never inside you again
unless you promise to pretend
What happens next all depends
on if
you change your…
The instruments were easy, the vocals were hard.
Anyways, I think a levee mighta busted . . .
LYRICS:
Nashville flooding again
it seems all the country stars are dead
Nashville flooding, my friend
The level's rising over our heads…
This song is pretty much how I feel on most days . . .
UPDATED AUDIO: 1-21-12
LYRICS:
Make waves to
amplify the sound
Send in the tide
Breath aches
as the breaker breaks
I need a bride
Anointed knight
bringing the fight
to…
Kinda rough. I'm uploading this mainly to share a guitar technique I've been working on. I'm wearing a slide on my picking hand and using it to alter pitches in single line phrases. There's a lot more can be done with this technique that I've…
Track #13 of the "Someone Else's Hell" album
Lyrics:
When the rain falls, we fall too
dust blows our ash to wind
Our lives are here, not so high
as our hopes to die free
Accolades are, never so
great as we could aspire
when we leave…
Track #2 of the "Someone Else's Hell" album.
Lyrics:
somebody else's hell shines through
dishonesty will break us all
how long can the walls last
the unclean masses wonder
i'm standing here with them
how long until...
//someone else's hell…
Straight ahead stone city electric blues for an old friend who used to spend hours spinning BB King and Mike Bloomfield records for me. Recorded back sometime at the end of 2006 on old analog equipment
Wrote this song in a shitty hotel in Lincoln, Nebraska in 2005.
(Thanks for listening, peeps. Keeps me from realizing I've wasted my time.)
Some lyrics as requested by Richard Feynman:
I'm too relaxed
for me to go make friends
Late on my back
and counting down until the end
what have you done?
The chance has passed
for us to make amends
Alone at last
Sometimes it all depends on me
Can you hear the sound of my voice
Move right along
some distance on your own
I don't belong
in a place I could not call home
More stuff from the ancient archives rescued from the same cassette tape as Last Nights Fun. This time a set of 3 Irish reels Live at a concert back around 1992
Comments on Permanent Tourist's stuff
Hot rocks!
Love it...love it...love it...love it
Rocks!!!!
This is ripping, man. I love this groove. Deadly song. Thanks for the advice on echoing up on my drums a bit, great stuff, thanks.
Kick ass. Almost has an early soundgarden esque fell to it.
Totally sick guitar. Loved it!
Awesome song man.
Excellent!
Good tune!
This is epic! Very well put together. Wish I could do something this long that worked this well
Sounds totally rational to me. Bittersweet with an enchanting melody.
Striking guitar work man. Sweet recording.
Great guitar sounds! Really dug those harmony lines at about 2 minutes
Love your easy grungy sounds. Great playing and cool vox.
Huge riffage! Ballsy track!
Nice! Dug that guitar break at about 3 minutes!
beautiful sounds
catchy. mad drums.
I like this shit, i don't have time to listen more right now, but i'd totally jam with you if you werent in the midwest
These are programed drums?
Comments made by Permanent Tourist
I like when people sneak in 9th's and diminished whatchamacallims . . . fingers in strange places + cool solo = awesome song.
Fuzz is good.
Cool.
interesting- I dig the Klingon/monster chant at the beginning
Holy crap!!!! This is so good.
Wrote this song in a shitty hotel in Lincoln, Nebraska in 2005. (Thanks for listening, peeps. Keeps me from realizing I've wasted my time.) Some lyrics as requested by Richard Feynman: I'm too relaxed for me to go make friends Late on my back and counting down until the end what have you done? The chance has passed for us to make amends Alone at last Sometimes it all depends on me Can you hear the sound of my voice Move right along some distance on your own I don't belong in a place I could not call home
Cool . . . . . very cool