Mega Man Boss Fight

So, I wrote some weird Mega Man-esque 8-bit sounding music a bit back and thought I would post it. Got kinda weird today and added a guitar track. I find the entire thing to be quite humorous, but the breakdown with the drum machine cracks me up the most. It’s SUPER repetitive.  Enjoy!

 

I Get My Boots On

In honor of the previous post, I thought I would throw up a performance I found of my old band doing a very tongue-in-cheek “White Boy Blues” song we wrote called “Get My Boots On (It’s So Pretty).”  We purposefully tried not to get the song ‘tight’ which made it all the more fun for us to play, hence the sarcastic “it’s so pretty” you may hear every now and then.  The lyrics were usually made up on the spot, I think at some point we start remarking on how the sound guy looks like Frank Zappa (he totally did), but they centered on the singer “getting his boots on” with his wife.

As you may be able to tell, my brother and I had just recently returned from a Neil Young concert.

The Band:

Lead Vocals/Guitar:  W. Burrow
Bass:  P. Hanewinkel
Drums:  S. Baker
Guitar:  Me

Debtor’s Blues

The source of this  picture is unknown to me and is not   my work.  I will be happy to provide proper credit where it is due.

The source of this picture is unknown to me and is not my work. I will be happy to provide proper credit where it is due.

I promise not to bother too much with my music, but as I don’t have a new notebook yet this is what I have. 🙂 As always, I despise my singing and you should too.  Nonetheless, I liked the lyrics alright and I nicked some things from my favourite blues musicians that I found entertaining.

Oh Lord, I feel that I’m so upset
I’ve run out of time; can’t pay on my debts
Oh Lord, I plead just for a moment
I pray ya, dear Lord, just for some respite

Well I’m no singer, just songer
And I’m a son, not daughter, understand
I’m no prince, just a pauper
And if you want I’ll be your martyr
Oh, I’ll repent

Oh Lord, I see ’em coming up the driveway
Got a money bag in hand, gonna take all of my things
So let it be; well, I have nothing left to take
Just a song that I’mma hum; couple more that I’mma play

Dear Lord, I’m not a Job
And if you bend me I’mma  fold
I confess
But if you free me of my debt
Oh, for a day I’ll be better
That I swear

Yes indeed, I will work for any wage
Gotta sign that I’mma hold; a small dog by my leg
If you see me, won’t you lend a helping hand
I’ve been down on my luck; blues is falling down like rain

Dear Lord, I might inquire
Can I sit down by your fire for spell
I will witness of your ghost for a warm meal
I suppose that’d be fair.

Lou Reed


Good morning, it’s possum day
feel like a possum in every way
like a possum

Possum whiskers, possum face
possum breath and a possum taste
ooohhh, like a possum

Possum tales, possum eyes
possum bones, possum thighs
oh, like a possum

Possum shots, possum runs
possum sleeps to possum drums
calm as an angel

Good morning, it’s possum day
I feel like a possum in every way
like a possum

Wake up with a possum smile
look at me, look at this smile
like a possum

Things are all right, don’t worry about this
my mind’s amiss, I’ve lost the kiss

My smile is leaden, my gait is rubber
and I say as one possum to another like a possum
calm as an angel

The only thing I hope to never see
is another possum in this tree
playing possum

Just like a possum

I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
it won’t be filled by a one-night fuck

Slurping and squeezing ain’t it just my luck
got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
the size of a truck

The devil tried to fill me up but my down was high
as the sky is up, ah
ain’t that just my luck
calm as an angel

Smoking crack with a downtown flirt
shooting and coming ’til it hurts
calm, calm, ah, calm
calm as an angel

They’re mating like apes in the zoo
ah, one for me and one for you
wouldn’t it just be lovely

Another useless night in bed, ah, ah
by the Hudson River, the roller-bladers giving head
used condoms float on the river edge’s head

Wouldn’t it be lovely
wouldn’t it be lovely

I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
it won’t be filled by one-night fuck
like a possum
like a possum

Ahhh
calm as an angel

You know me I like to dance a lot
with different selves who cancel out
one another
I’m the only one left standing

One likes muscles, oil and dirt
and the other likes the women with the butt that hurts
like a possum

Devil tried to fill me up
but my down was high as the sky is up
calm as an angel

I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
and it won’t be filled by a one-night fuck
like a possum

You know me I like to drink a lot
and carry on
don’t know which self will show up, ah
over the 5 a.m. sun, –

– The moon is shining
over the docks shining
ooohhh, calm as an angel

Girls in the market know what I’m about
they pinch their nipples and they lift their skirts, ah
with a pierced tongue licking below a stained T-shirt

Look at this smile

My mind’s amiss

Smoking crack with a downtown flirt
shooting and coming ’til it hurts
calm, calm

Sitting on a curb I throw a rock
at the passing meat market trucks
it’s just my luck
I’m the only one left standing

Now you know me I like to drink a lot, ah
only one left standing

The girls in the market know what I’m about
they pinch their nipples and they lift their skirts
licking below a stained T-shirt
calm as an angel

Smoking crack with a downtown flirt
shooting and coming baby ’til it hurts
wouldn’t it be, wouldn’t it be

Wouldn’t it be love
wouldn’t it be lovely
calm as an angel

Got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
it won’t be filled by one-night fuck

Ain’t it just my luck
I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck

Another useless night in bed
walk down the Hudson River getting head
calm, calm, calm, calm, calm as an angel

Don’t know why baby, I’m still here strong
and fearless in the outside air
I’m the only one left standing

I’m the only one
the only one
the only one left standing

I’m the only one
I’m the only one
left standing
calm as an angel

I’m the only one
I’m the only one, the only one
left standing
calm as an angel

Shooting an coming ’til it hurts
o’holy morning

Calm as an angel

White Water Hymn

Here’s a song I wrote a few years back that I had kinda forgotten about. I ask that you overlook my singing (I don’t like it and neither should you), but I thought the lyrics had a nice sentiment.

I’m gonna wade in the water
I’m gonna let it carry me down
To the great green pasture
Where the Lord is found

And on the day that I go under
When they take me on down
To that great green pasture
Where I rest my sound

Cheatin’ and lyin’
I gamble and drink
Good Lord, you know I’ve tried
Don’cha know that I’ve tried

To live like the day at the river
When John laid your head down
And the sky up above me
Said, “My Lord is found”

“Lord,” I cry,
“Please know me
Good Lord, you know I’ve tried”
Don’cha know that I’ve tried

To live like a ripple in the water
Just a wake; a simple little sound
And I play when I’m asunder
And I cry out loud