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The bigger the dream
the smaller the dawn
I barely woke up today…
Sorry… no acoustic version yet.
The bigger the dream the smaller the dawn
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A Thousand Lies (Bridge to Nowhere)
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The best liars don’t really need a reason.
They’re glib. They’re creative. They enjoy lying.
They’re not sociopaths… clinically speaking. They have feelings, stirrings of empathy; they indulge in sentimentalism and symbolic emotionalism… in fact, it’s the language they speak… all too fluently, at times.
Special YouTube Version— A tribute to Warhol’s epic, “Empire”
The delight they take in their lies helps sustain them. It invigorates them. In a very real way, their lies give meaning to their lives.
Because they lie from the inside, out.
In a way, the skein of interlocking lies that lace their lives, is their lives.
They lie to themseslves even though they are perfectly aware they’re lying. Their lies are simultaneously excuses and self-entertainments, creative endeavors that provide endless hours of diversion and delight.
And… sometimes… they become politicians.
lyrics
A Thousand Lies (Bridge to Nowhere)
I’ve got a thousand lies
I can’t wait to tell you
I’ve got a bridge to nowhere
I know I could sell you
I’ve got a real nice dream
as phony as hell
you know it’s all a
part of the game
I know the rules
I’m making them up
anything that works
just to stay on top
I don’t care who
else takes the drop
’cause it’s all a
part of the game
tell a lie often enough
people forget
where the truth leaves off
but sometimes that truth
can be pretty roughand usually the truth
is just not enough
besides it’s all a part of the game
I’ve got a reason
for all that I do
life’s got a meaning
I’ll explain it to you
it’s all about me
it’s not about you and
it’s all a part of the game
2008-09-19
(C)2008, TK Major
Dog years and lunar days…
NEW SONG ALERT!
A song a day… that was the concept.
Yep.
A song a day for a year, newly recorded, with a little write-up.
They started out being terrestrial, regular old 24 hour days.
But at this point, we’re pretty much talking about lunar days…
However, there are more than a year of songs up here now — or at least different versions… 400 of them, covering 144 songs and 28 instrumentals. Give or take. Some tracks are no longer available. (Yes, even I have some shame.)
Anyhow, here’s a new song.
I know, I’m supposed to write something about it. It’s been up on Soundclick for over a week and I still haven’t thought up anything. So, what the heck…
It’s about some loser.
lyrics
Rainy Day on Temple Ave
I saw her again
and she was smiling in the sun
but I remember when
she was down and she was almost done
she had herself a man and
he was doing her so wrong
she said I’ll
give you what I can
but I’m not sure that I’m that strong
And I said Baby, that’s OK
I know I should not stay
I wouldn’t want your tomorrows
to be as sad as our today
There was a time
when I counted the two of us as one
there was a dream
I thought all my darkness was all gone
Some things have to be and
some things can never last for long
and some times you just see
to try to hang on is just (so damn) wrong
And I said Baby, that’s OK…
One drink buys the next
until you’re staring at the stars
wondering what went wrong
and wondering where the hell you are
That was
ten thousand miles ago
but I guess I haven’t come all that far
I’m still wandering through these streets
I’m still lost among those stars
And I said Baby, that’s OK…
2008-09-06
(C)2008, TK Major
"He wrote some good little songs…"
Gotchya.
No… not dead yet.
Although regular readers may be forgiven for expecting that the next writing filling this space after some weeks of my absence might well be a tearful eulogy from a grieving friend or loved one who’d somehow managed to crack my passwords.
But… nah.
I’m still breathing and walking around.
In fact, while I was otherwise occupied I did something I hadn’t done in nearly three decades: I let someone else record me in their studio. I was, as they say, dumb talent.
previous versions
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Friday, August 31, 2007
And it was fun.
My buddy, Reggie Ashley, himself a working musician, has a nice little studio, nothing crazy, but, with a recording booth large enough for drums, I felt pretty special… certainly a far cry from the corner of my living room I’ve dedicated to recording. (Of course, before I moved down here to the beach, I had my own, somewhat more elaborate recording space; but it still wasn’t quite as slick as Reggie’s nicely appointed little studio.)
Reg has some nice mics and some good gear but the real difference between a session working under him and doing my own recording was discipline.
As long time readers may suspect, discipline is something I’ve long eschewed in my own creative efforts. That’s for pros, eh?
But when in Rome… and Reggie is clearly a pro, so I tried to go with the flow. And, by and large, I think it worked out.
The best part of this, though, I think, is the very cool triangle and tambourine thing Reggie came up with that underlies the song. He got this little afro-beat thing going on the triangle, and just a tap on the tambo to end the triangle phrase. It’s pretty cool… He also did a tasty little mandolin part, a Nashville-tuned guitar part in the refrains, and supplied a bass drum punctuating the whole business.
All I had to do was play a little guitar, do a little singing, and sit in the booth and look pretty.
previous versions
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Friday, August 31, 2007
lyrics
Forget About the Moon
(C)2008, TK Major