“Reeling In The Years” by Steely Dan.

I think this was written in Winter or Spring 2009. The recording was done with the iPhone fourtrack and mixed in Sonar. I imagine a full band version would sound pretty good. I might work on recording a version with more instruments at a later date.

Lyrics:

Let’s dance real slow, until the music stops. First me, then you, then we fall fast upon the floor. So slow that it don’t hurt. It don’t hurt you at all. Don’t you ever want them to slow it down? In the worst way? So much your feelings hurt all through the next day (and through the night while you’re sleeping it off.) And through the night thinking, “Where will I be when I’m thrown in the ground? Searching my head, will they find what I found?”

Night Beast was written and recorded about a year ago, I think. Maybe longer than that. This one’s been sitting around on my harddrive for a while, but I’ve had nowhere to put it until now.

Lyrics:

It’s a cold, dark wind that’s picking up pace over my stone tired hickory face. It’s a black night beast who’s giving me chase into an early stone-covered grave. All that I want before I go is to talk until the fire knows what I know. It’s a shame that I’ve been home digging through slate, looking for answers about whence we came. It’s a shame that all I learned, this side of “heaven”, flew through the window on the wings of a bird. All that I want before I go is to talk until the fire knows what I know. And when every word has made its way through the open air, I’ll be away digging through slate.

Here’s a recently recorded demo of a song that should serve to show you what I’m goin’ for here. This one was recorded on my iPhone with that multitracker app. Then I did some mixing with Sonar. Cute, eh?

Lyrics:

I’ve been living underwater for a year or two, I guess. I cannot complain about the food and the view, it is the best. And the people here are friendly and they never get upset when you have to do what you’re doing to keep your name in check (unlike the ones who live above). But the thing about the ocean and the thing about the lakes: there’s a river that runs between the two and the river is the place where my bones lie in the evening, where my bones lie in the day. But when the morning sunlight comes, my bones will swim away (and they ain’t never swimming back).