Liberated
(music co-written by Tony Hanuman)
Tastiera goes techno. Tony and I, as often occurred, just came up with this out of the blue one day while we were jamming. By the way, the "cheh cheh" sounds that play throughout the song were another example of the wonders of MIDI (see the blurb on "Anesthesia" from "Pink Noise"). I don't remember when we picked the title, but I do remember a lot of screaming and half-naked people stomping on sticks of cream cheese.
Where the Wild Things Are
(music co-written by Tony Hanuman)
When Tony and I first worked this one out, we were searching for a title, and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks... no wait a second, I actually was hit by a ton of bricks. But later that night in the emergency room, I realized that the song made me think of the children's book "Where the Wild Things Are", and Tony was feeling bad about the ton of bricks thing, so he acquiesced. Wow, acquiesced is a gorgeous word.
Teasing Eyes
(music co-written by Tony Hanuman, lyrics by Tony Hanuman)
This song was a lot of fun. Tony wrote the lyrics and the musical progression for the verses, and when we first started jamming to it, the musical progression for the chorus shot out of my fingers like... well I'd better not say, this is a family site. No wait, no it isn't. But I'd still better not say. That way you can't be completely sure what it is that I wasn't going to say. That puts me at the advantage, and I intend to be there for the remainder of my life, so HA. Anyway, Tony went on to make this song even better when he joined an actual band, right around the same time I descended into the hell that is Funyon abuse.
out on the back porch
i've been here so long
i don't know what the problem is
but i know it's not wrong
her face is just an image
it won't go away
my problems don't exist now
my love's here to stay
all night and all day
she wants to go out and she wants to play
late night, early rise
i just can't say no to those teasing eyes
she takes me to places
where i'd never go
sometimes it's not easy
what else should i know
i'm tired of being
with those i don't love
she takes me in
like grace from above
all night and all day
she wants to go out and she wants to play
late night, early rise
i just can't say no to those teasing eyes
no need for questions
the answer's so clear
we're following our hearts now
there's nothing to fear
life's just a gamble
and maybe i'll bet
we'll be together
we'll beat the odds yet
all night and all day
she wants to go out and she wants to play
late night, early rise
i just can't say no to those teasing eyes
Middle of Nowhere
(music co-written by Tony Hanuman)
This song has the distinction of containing sounds generated by a real instrument: Tony's saxophone. I'm sure you can figure out where those sounds are in the song, but in case it isn't overly obvious, it's that clinking noise that sort of sounds like a high-pitched cowbell. I was thwapping the saxophone with a fork. Tony wouldn't jam much with me after that; not sure why. I think he was having personal problems.
So Crazy It Just Might Work
(music co-written by Tony Hanuman)
If any song I ever wrote (or cowrote, as was the case here) was good accompaniment to smoking weed, this is the one. Not that I ever did that; I was too busy performing the song, and Tony and I usually stood far enough apart that we couldn't pass a doobie very effectively. But if I had done it, I wouldn't have inhaled. Or, if by accident I had inhaled, I would have immediately exhaled. Or, if some other slip-up caused me not to exhale right away, I would have not gotten the munchies. Oh who am I kidding, pass the Funyons.
people talk about human nature
like it doesn't matter whether we're around
saying somethings will never change
well you'll never hear different if you never make a sound
so don't talk to me about human nature
while the earth is slowly coming unwound
it's time for certain things to change
because if they don't, we won't be around
you may think your private little wars deserve your time
but this planet won't take sides when it finally unwinds
so let 'em call us dreamers
but they'll never blow my candle out
and maybe i'll set their hearts on fire
and show them what's this dream's about
a world at war with itself
is a world destined to die
how can you ignore the whispering wind
how can you ignore the raindrops splashing in your eyes
see me shatter your illusions of innocence
as you awaken from the ashes of your arrogance
so go ahead and call me a dreamer
but you'll never blow my candle out
and maybe i'll set your heart on fire
and show you what's this dream's about
this is bigger than any checkmark on any application
bigger than a holy war and bigger than all the nations
so let 'em call us dreamers
but they'll never blow our candles out
and maybe we'll set their hearts on fire
it's really not such a crazy thing to dream about
yeah, let 'em call us dreamers
but the angriest storm couldn't blow our candles out
together we can set the world on fire
till there's one less thing to dream about
Tastiera on iTunes
Hear Bead Rag Guns