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Documentation Intern Audio

I took my time writing this song -- I've made more changes, lyrically and musically, to this song, than I have to any other songs I've written.  I'm not even settled on this current incarnation, but some of the other songs I was working on just weren't vibin' for me due to the state of affairs when I wrote this at the beginning of the lockdown.  It's strange times, and is proving to be a touchstone for each and every person right now in some way, and even though this song is dark and quirky, there's a gentle optimisim to it as well.  I hope you like it!  Be good to each other, and yourselve

This instrumental was inspired by a lot of things; namely, a failed attempt at making raisin bread in a tiny little oven, along with old school Goombay music, the One Drop Rhythym, M.I.A., and last but not least, the Etch A Sketch Queen, a talented local artist who was nice enough to work with me for the Etch A Sketch Artwork.  All music made with guitars, and my normal homemade instruments and sounds.  There's a YouTube video on my channel for this song that has the entire Etch A Sketch artwork being made in time lapse.   I hope this track makes you feel good!!

Please enjoy my kindergarten-level artwork as you listen to my newly-finished track.  Thanks for listening, love y'all!!

Lyrics:

I stay pretty strong out here all alone
But droopy and weepy, a willow tree
No one seems to notice me hanging around
Need some attention 'fore my leaves turn brown
World in slo-mo as my limbs hang low
Waitin' for a breeze to come and shake my leaves
Been around years, so I do have scars
Touch my bark and give your name a carve

I wrote this instrumental over a decade ago, and decided to record it, and add a little extra to the acoustic soundscape.  The picture is a pano taken from the top of Mt Whitney, right at sunrise in June 2019.

RIP John Prine!!

I wrote all the guitar parts for this and 90% of the lyrics while alarmingly under the influence last night, barely remember it.  All vocals and leg slapping were recorded inside my truck.

Lyrics:
I've played the king and I've played the fool
But I just can't seem to play it cool
Even when I whisper, the law says it to turn it down
There's a pretty little palette laid out before me
And death's the only thing guaranteed
So I'm living like a devil and hoping for an angel above