Master song list

Every song written in my whole hooman life. It all started with some special-occasion songs and cascaded into several months of speedwriting challenges. Caveat auditor: this is a laboratory and a lot of three-eyed freaks are the result 😛 The demos are basic as hell, and most songs were written within hours.

While this WordPress is home base for my songwriting efforts, the other places you can hear noisemaking are on my YouTube channel and SoundCloud.

My selection of Best of, such as they are:

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3. These four strings

An ode to the ukulele. Another torturous rhyme scheme, but I’m glad I stuck with it.

These four strings

All the other kids think I am strange in every single way
Cus every single day
I play the ukulele
In the bath and in the shower I will sing and strum away
Swing and hum and sway
They think I’m bloomin’ crazy

Other guys are into football
Other girls are into crafts
Me, I need nothing but these four strings
That wink and dance and laugh

All the other kids are missing all the best parts of the game
They’re stressing and they’re lame
The cure is ukulele
On the bus and on the ferry and the Monday morning train
In thunder and in rain
I shred on ukulele

Other girls are into comics
Other guys are into cars
Me, I need nothing but these four strings
The fastest way to the stars

All the other kids will join me in a beautiful parade
With music that we’ve made
And wield the ukulele
All the streets and alleys ringing with a rainbow serenade
The grey will start to fade
We’ll play it on the daily

Other guys are into yoga
Other girls like knitting socks
We need nothing but these four strings
That’s all we need to rock

2. Running water

Experimenting with DADGAD tuning. I’ve been working on singing and performing in the break between 50/90 in October and now, so I feel a bit more confident there, and composing is probably the part of songwriting I like the best. Lyrics are forever a struggle though.

Running water

Running water
Slips beneath the trees
A song in motion
Running water
Silk between my fingers
Dream of an ocean

Chorus
Running water
Mirrors rippling clouds
Running water
To you I whisper aloud
Take me out to the sea

Running water
You take your time
Carving the earth
Running water
Beneath your secrets flow
Death and rebirth

Chorus

Running water
Dancing leaf and stone
You clear my mind
Running water
I take a breath and sink
Reborn I rise

Chorus
Take me home to the sea

1. Get this shit done

I’m doing FAWM this year – 14 songs in 28 days – and have started with some determined procrastinating. So this is me slapping myself. Not the happiest with this lyric but, eh, moving right along.

Get this shit done

Wake up and shed the night and shout at the rising sun
Shake up the neighbourhood and start your day on the run
Take up your ammunition, go and grab your gun
It’s getting too late
It’s time to get this shit done

Fake up some motivation, it’s better than having none
Make up some reasons why, we’ll find out after we’ve begun
Break up this pity party, fight until we’ve won
It’s getting too late
It’s time to get this shit done

Buck up and pray for inspiration, oh dear god amen
Stuck up inside this maze, find the exit round the bend
Luck up and find a flow that pays up dividends
It’s getting too late
Get this shit done, my friend

Fuck up once or twice, stand up and try again
Suck up your cowardice and pick up the bloody pen
Pluck up your courage, follow through until the end
It’s getting too late
Get this shit done, my friend

Repeat verse 1

 

50. The end

Maybe this song is a little too dramatic to describe 50/90, can’t say there were too many wild beasts… or if so, only imaginary ones 😛 But it’s been a bloody long haul. Hurray, we finally made it!

The end

Chorus
We made it to the end, my friend
We made it to the finish line
We made it to the end my friend
It’s time for whisky and wine

We started full of fear and doubt
The daunting road was long
Just had to kneel and make a vow
That we’d stay true and strong

We battled fierce and wild beasts
We walked through thundering rain
More than once we brushed defeat
We fought despite the pain

Chorus

We climbed the mountains and the hills
We crossed the river mud
When I fell down and you fell ill
We helped each other up

Through blazing days and blackest nights
Through raging seas and storms
We kept the end within our sight
We knew we’d meet the dawn

Chorus

Instrumental

Chorus

49. Bun rieu – Vietnamese food song

I’ve attempted songs in Spanish and French; I’ve had a stab at country, rap, bossa, reggae…it’s only right that I do a song in the language and style of the motherland, Vietnam. Small problem is that like lots of other first generation kids, my written Vietnamese is about the level of a 6 year old’s. I’m most fluent in menu Vietnamese. Sooooo here is a song entirely comprised of foodstuffs. Assist from my dad to whom I kinda sorta promised this, and a Wikipedia list of dishes.
What’s interesting musically is that Vietnamese is a tonal language, so the melody has to conform to the movement of tones (which is partially why Viet translations of foreign songs often sound awful).

Btw traditional Vietnamese music is always mournful and yearning. Lyrics about dead lovers and sons and such cheerful topics. That’s why this sounds like a dirge… for pho.

Bun rieu

Bun rieu, cha gio, nuoc mam
Pho tai, banh xeo, bia hoi
Mi nam vang, bun thang, goi cuon
Ca ri ga, sinh to bo, thit kho

Banh canh, pho ga, cha ca
Mi tom, cua xao, canh chua
Ca phe sua da, trung chien, heo quay
Che chuoi, banh bao, chao tom

Banh flan, xoi man, tiet canh
Bo kho, goi tom thit, com chien
Hot vit lon, mam tom, banh mi
Bun mang vit, banh hoi, che dau xanh

And translated, sort of:

Crab vermicelli

Crab vermicelli, spring rolls, fish sauce
Beef pho, pancake, beer
Phnomh penh noodles, vermicelli soup, rice paper rolls
Chicken curry, avocado smoothie, caramelised pork

Thick noodles, chicken pho, fish sausage
Prawn noodles, fried crab, sweet & sour soup
Iced milk coffee, fried egg, roast pork
Banana pudding, pork dumpling, sugar cane prawn

Flan, savoury sticky rice, duck blood
Beef stew, prawn/pork salad, fried rice
Duck egg, shrimp paste, bread roll
Duck noodles, noodle cake, green bean pudding

 

48. Love is love

For the marriage equality debate debacle that’s going on here.

Love is love

Love is love
Dare to speak its name
Love is love
A rising flame
Yours and mine is the same
A gift to lift us up
Drink deep from the cup
Drink unashamed

Love is love
A thrill of joy
Love is love
It’s girls and boys
Or boys and boys
Girls and girls, whatever
Love makes the world better
It isn’t a choice

Love is love is love is love x4

Love is love
No matter its face
Love is love
Hate can’t erase
Its tender taste
Standing hand in hand
It’s not much to demand
The right to embrace

Love is love
Let’s share it around
Love is love
Let’s sing to the crowd
Let it resound
A clear and simple song
Rings out all night long
Sing loud and proud

Love is love is love is love x8

47. Painting the sunrise

The end of 50/90 is a real struggle. This is an experiment with weird timing and some lyrics stolen from Homer, cus he’s not around to claim royalties 😛 This is kinda part of my loose gods/myths theme which also includes Falling into darkDragon, and Omniscient, immortal

Painting the sunrise

Painting the sunrise
Slipping on the robe of day
Sweeping out shadows
She ushers them away

Fiery and bright-eyed
She sings with a thousand birds
And opens cloud curtains
Calling out these words

Chorus
Wake up, my children
I’ve made this day, fresh for you
Wake up, my children
Taste the sky, drink in the dew

Instrumental

Gently she rouses
Heavy-headed blossoms and she
Breathes on the creatures
Stirring beasts and bees

Rosy-streaked fingers
Stroke troubled slumbering cheeks
And brows creased by nightmares
Loosen as she speaks:

Chorus

Instrumental

46. Fault-lines

I don’t know why I decided on this arsepain of a rhyme scheme. Masochism, probably.

Fault-lines

Wide awake at midnight
Staring at the moonlight
Struggling hard to find the signs
I couldn’t foresee

I’m on the outside
Trying to look back inside
Looking ‘cross the great divide
Between you and me

Chorus

Tiny little cracks
Turn into fault-lines, fault-lines
Til there ain’t no way back
Our stars just wouldn’t align

All the petty fights
You’d defend your own side
Stubbornly I’d stand by mine
We couldn’t agree

All the white lies
Scattered through the good times
Even though it all seemed fine
We weren’t meant to be

Chorus

We had tender moments
Flashes of laughter and light
But there were many omens
It never felt right

Chorus

45. Nothing is promised

I’ve been listening to The Sixth Extinction audiobook which is pretty much as dire as such a title would suggest.

Nothing is promised

You weep as you watch the burning house
Meanwhile you throw more coal on the fire
You wail as you breathe in choking dust
Yet refuse to do what you must

You cry for the shadows of yesterday
Why don’t you try and fight for tomorrow
You yearn for the comforts of yesteryear
Why not stand up and wipe your tears

Chorus
Nothing is promised
Nothing is owed
It’s up to us to take up the load
Gotta be honest
Gotta be bold
It’s up to us to walk this winding road

You moan as you watch the oceans rise
Meanwhile you poison skies with abandon
You fear that the forest will disappear
You shed your crocodile tears

You mourn the children that die in war
Meanwhile you throw your hands in the air
You grieve when you see the corpses float
Yet refuse to send a boat

Chorus

Do what’s right, do what’s hard
Face the night, play the cards
Take the reins and take the fall
Face the pain or nothing will be left at all

Chorus

44. Sleep now, my friend

Another semi-cheat. This music existed long before 50/90, but the lyric is new. A simple lullaby.

Sleep now, my friend

Cast your cares aside
Throw off the weight of day
Close your eyes and dream
Let your mind play

Still your troubled thoughts
Slip off the fears you bear
Lay down and rest your head
And say a silent prayer

Sleep now, my friend
Rest your weary soul
Sleep now, my friend
The world has taken its toll