Here’s something for your ears.

I threw a little something together at work today. Don’t worry, it’s no masterpiece. This is basically a really short song that doesn’t have any purpose other than practice for me. It consists of a drum loop I threw together, a Ben Gibbards acoustic guitar intro looped and distorted, several audio samples of famous people saying famous things, some hand drums played by American Indians, and some Mid-east Asian guy crooning something or other.

You can download or listen by clicking here.

Waiting

Well, I seem to be in a creative mood today. Here’s a little something more for you to listen to. Again, it’s just a rough cut, so don’t be too harsh on me…

Anyhow, for those of you who are interested, this song took 22 takes, about three hours to write, two hours to record, and two cups of coffee. Also, there are no loops in there, and I haven’t adjusted any of the levels. Basically what came out of my mouth and piano is what’s there. Also, no effects.

If you were wondering, yes, I’m in the market for a new vocal mic. Any advice would be great.

Waiting

Lyrics:

Friday, and I was forced
like a wild wet seed into the ground
with the dampness and the warmth
of the loam fingers wrapped around
my inertia.

Friday, and I was borne
like a wild white seet on brother wind.
In a slipshod summer storm
I am finally born, buried again
in hybernation.

Waiting for something;
waiting for Monday.
Oh, I’ll grow at the corners of the wall.

Friday, and there’s the wall
with the dawning day heaving overhead.
The morning had found me tall
in the shadow of what I never said
at germination.

Waiting for something;
waiting for Monday.
Oh, I’ll grow at the corners of the wall.

Almost above the wall.
Almost above the wall.
Almost above the wall.
Growing at the corner of the wall,
it paralyses.

Waiting for something;
waiting for Monday.
Oh, I’ll grow at the corners of the wall.
Oh, I’ll grow at the corners of the wall.
Oh, I’ll grow at the corners of the wall.

dan (creating like a banshee)

Chorus

Here’s a little something I threw together tonight… it’s a little wierd, but bear with me. I was just fooling around on the piano, and this came out.

Note: I do not sing on this song. So bravely soldier on.

Chorus (the song)

dan (get back to me through the grill, yo)

Getaway

I am such a major geek. The other week I recorded this tiny little snippet of an idea I had for a song – which, I might add, is still just an idea for a song – and played in on my piano. So I’m playing it back and I decide to add some vocals, but having no vocals, I just make these up off the top of my head. And they’re… stupid.

Then I think to myself, hey, let’s play with effects a little, shall we? After adding some (laughably bad) guitar to the mix and trying just about everything I could think of in effects, I stettled on just a couple, and this came out. Please note that I moved my voice to the front of the soundstage to hide the guitar, which re-emerges at the end as a sort of screaming something-or-other. I dunno what that is. You decide.

Getaway (it’s really, really short)

dan (always coming up with wierd little songs)

Run

You are the one, the only love I have to claim,
with my heart on your sleeve.
It wasn’t long ago the whole world felt the same,
and the whole world is hard to leave.

Oh, what have you done? Love, why do you run?
What is it going to take to bring you down?

It’s was the best of times, but also was the worst,
with our baggage and weight.
But if I ever said that love doesn’t hurt,
I apologize for tempting fate.

Oh, what have you done? Love, why do you run?
What is it going to take to bring you down?

I listen for the day you say the magic words,
the day you run and damn all consequence;
I’ll match your footsteps when we finally get somewhere,
and when somewhere finally makes sense.

Away

Whenever I see a vapor trail
I’m reminded how these things can fail.
Ten thousand miles broke my spine,
but now out of orbit I am fine.

Whenever I touch this old brick wall
I remember how these things can stall.
Your stone and mortar sealed my fate
but now that I’m breathing it’s too late.

You go away. I’ll be waiting here with a smile on my face.
You go away. I’ll always be here, but in a different place.

And I’ll put your letters in the drawer
like a ticking heart beneath the floor.
Ten thousand beats and you’ll be back.
Eye of a needle, and all that.

And I’ll leave off waiting by the phone.
It only remind me, I’m alone.
Your loaded silence pierced my side.
I’ll wait for the water to subside.

You go away. I’ll be waiting here, mask firmly in place.
You go away. I’ll always be here, with someone else’s face.

This Sisyphitic bliss is hard to keep inside a fist
so tightly closed around what we remain.
The novelty is that your flight was held at bay until tonight
and every vapour trail is damned and leading you away.

I’ve got a thousand miles to go,
and so I thought I’d let you know
that I’m not really there,
finally getting somewhere.

But you have carried me this far,
with every breath a fresh-laid scar.
As if to say it’s fine,
dearest son of mine.