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Not going to make it to 52 songs by the end of January. Just spent the last two weeks in rural Botswana with no email access learning to play a traditional instrument. Not enough time to record my own songs. And, even in the city, Net is slow. It will probably take me most of the day to upload this song. And my blog hasn't been updating either. But anyway, here's a new song. I have recorded this twice before, but this version is different in that it's an all acoustic jam-rock version with accordion and mouth percussion. Done for two reasons: 1) Now that Eshinee and I don't have a band, as such, I am trying to simplify the arrangements towards something we can more easily perform together live; and 2) the original version of this song had some coarse language which Eshinee has been uncomfortable with (if you go to http//www.so/... where you can purchase our album Simple Words, you can't even listen to the song online 'cause Eshinee won't let me stream it), so I changed some of the words. I like this new version better than the "official" one, even though there's some flubs in it.
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Lyrics
Sometimes it really blows my mind: the many ways we waste our time;
NBA and Elvis shrines on the news get equal time
and in this zoo of modern man, we've natural habitation plans
with remote controls and Campbells cans
and a dog-eared issue of Wired.
You rub your wand until you get your wish,
but it's all meaningless.
A politician does Pinnochio
with a wooden head and expanding nose,
in a pseudo-Caesar pose
in a luxury land turned hovel.
They say that work's its own reward.
I burn my bread by staying bored,
much like a serf before his lord,
with nothing to do but grovel
and hope to give that gold ring a kiss.
But it's all meaningless.
It's all meaningless.
And I'm wild in a civilized land,
like a child in a kind of civilized scam.
Here I go, trying to understand
and be a fan, a fan of the common man.
Somehow we all learn to be free
like great apes or sea monkeys
who procreate and try to please
in a home that mirrors a bubble.
The success measuring meter stick
is not unlike the parlor tricks
of dogs and cats in circus shtick
scratching at day old stubble.
You lift your leg to mark your lot like this
but it's all meaningless, it's all meaningless.
NBA and Elvis shrines on the news get equal time
and in this zoo of modern man, we've natural habitation plans
with remote controls and Campbells cans
and a dog-eared issue of Wired.
You rub your wand until you get your wish,
but it's all meaningless.
A politician does Pinnochio
with a wooden head and expanding nose,
in a pseudo-Caesar pose
in a luxury land turned hovel.
They say that work's its own reward.
I burn my bread by staying bored,
much like a serf before his lord,
with nothing to do but grovel
and hope to give that gold ring a kiss.
But it's all meaningless.
It's all meaningless.
And I'm wild in a civilized land,
like a child in a kind of civilized scam.
Here I go, trying to understand
and be a fan, a fan of the common man.
Somehow we all learn to be free
like great apes or sea monkeys
who procreate and try to please
in a home that mirrors a bubble.
The success measuring meter stick
is not unlike the parlor tricks
of dogs and cats in circus shtick
scratching at day old stubble.
You lift your leg to mark your lot like this
but it's all meaningless, it's all meaningless.
Godchaser
Raw and real is always good in my book.Great song title.Like the lyrics and instrumentally the accordion is a sweet addition.Enjoyed.
Blessings,