Wednesday, February 25, 2009

She Speaks To Me

You got to do and you got to see
You must come through and you’ve got to be
You got to save and you’ve got to sin
You get more out than what ya put in
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

Some are born to dream and fly
Some are made to cheat and lie
While I struggle and while I try
She brought me to life and she makes me die
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

And she say…
Zoob zaba sayay
Zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zabah zayah zooyah,
Zoob zaba zayah zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zaba zayah zooyah...

I debarked upon this place
I had a smile upon my face
Lately I’ve been on the ropes
And when I lose my stupid hopes
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

You got to do and you got to see
You must come through and you’ve got to be
You got to save and you got to sin
You get more out than what ya put in
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!
She speaks to me! She speaks to me!

And she say…
Zoob zaba zayay
Zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zabah zayah zooyah,
Zoob zaba zayah zoob zabah zooyah
Zoob zaba zayah zooyah
Zooyah...

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day Top Five

5. Wake up at 9.
4. Exquisite apple raspberry tart thing for breakfast.
3. Nap for 2 or 3 hours.
2. I'd rather not talk about this part.
1. Battlestar Galactica season 4 on the web.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ukulele, [you-kuh-lay-lee] - noun:

A small, stringed instrument native to the Hawaiian Islands, superficially resembling a guitar that has been shrunk through careless laundering.

Known to inspire playfulness in some musicians and defensiveness in others. In the case of the former, it may induce the donning of grass skirts, leis and coconut brassieres. In the event of the latter, be alert for exceptional musicianship, overblown self-respect and mislaid sense of humor.

A poet of lost origins adds additional perspective:

A girl with a wee ukulele
Plucked and picked her strings daily
She strummed and she strummed
Till she audibly hummed
And then had to lie down somewhat frailly

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

There's a Song I Can't Write

I dropped off the new CD for replication and have signed off on the artwork, so the manufacturing begins! I'll have a bunch in a few weeks, very good to move it along. In honor of the event, a set of lyrics from the upcoming release...

There's a Song I Can't Write

There's a song I can't write and I'm singing it now
Singing it now

Singing it now
There's a song I can't write and I'm singing it now

Anyhow


There's a lot I won't do but I'll do it with you

Do it with you

Do it with you

There's a lot I won't do but I'll do it with you

Anyhoo


There's a lot on my mind that I should leave behind

Places to go and stuff I don't know

There's a lot on my plate that'll never get ate

There's a lot to be found if I ever get round...


There's a song I can't sing and I'll write it one day

Write it one day

Write it one day
There's a song I can't sing and I'll write it one day

Hey, what do you say?

Hey, what do you say?