SUNDAYSONGS2008 - One new song a week for a year
To write, record and upload one new song a week for all of 2008.
Inspired by Jonathan Coulton and Melissa Guion and the NYU Graduate Acting Games Project.
This is about forcing yourself to write, so the quality, ahem, varies greatly. They are sketches and drafts
of varying potential, warts and all. And these are mostly recorded at home in Garageband.
So listening accordingly is much appreciated, especially with headphones or good speakers. Laptop speakers, ugh.
All instruments & voices me, unless otherwise indicated. All stuff copyright © 2008 Masonic Music.
This site will eventually look cooler and slicker and bloggier and all that. Thanks for visiting.
08.24.08 Only One Story
with thanks to DT, JD & SB.
08.17.08 I'm Gonna Kiss You Again
irony free. sentiment rich.
08.10.08 The Rest Is Silence
an idea.
08.03.08 Exit Sign
07.27.08 coming
07.20.08 coming
07.13.08 coming
07.06.08 No Pants On

06.29.08 Even further behind
06.22.08 TBD
in transit to Williamstown. got behind
06.15.08 Last Train On Earth
My mother walked in while I was working on this and said "sounds like a traveling song" and left. Not sure what sort of apocalyptic thing I'm on though.

06.08.08 The End Of The World
just when we trying to change it. last week. hmmh.

06.01.08 Change The World
** UPDATED 06.23 with some cuts, room for a solo (use your shredding imagination) and most importantly the lovely Julie lending her vocal stylings to the "girl" part.
This was my first commission. Reprise in LA did a thing where they went into certain high schools and did a lyric writing workshop. They then picked the best lyrics and asked various composers to set them. I was asked, and given a moving set of lyrics by a high school junior named Ray. I was at first stumped, and then just dove in, trying to honor his intention, without altering a word of what he wrote. It put me in the Diane Warren/Musical Theater Benefit land that I have had a love/hate relationship with anyway, so it was good to try and write that way, tongue firmly kept away from cheek. I turned his words into a duet, which I hope works. However I tried to sing both parts, but, much as I pretend, I am not a fierce diva, so use your imagination. Here are Raymond's lyrics with my addenda:
GUY
LISTEN WITH ME NOW, HEAR THE SILENCE
COME WITH ME NOW, SEE THE VIOLENCE
DIE WITH ME NOW AND FEEL THE PAIN
OF A LIFE THROWN AWAY, WASTED IN VAIN
VERSE 1
HER NEEDLE LIKE A KNIFE CUTS DEEPER AND DEEPER
POISON IN HER VEINS CALLING FOR THE REAPER
LOSING THE LOW WHATEVER THE PRICE
SHE MIGHT GET HER HIGH BUT SHE MIGHT LOSE HER LIFE
GUY (GIRL JOINS IN SECOND TIME)
LISTEN WITH ME NOW, HEAR THE SILENCE
COME WITH ME NOW, SEE THE VIOLENCE
DIE WITH ME NOW AND FEEL THE PAIN
OF A LIFE THROWN AWAY, WASTED IN VAIN
GIRL
VERSE 2
DEFENDING HIS PRIDE WAS THE ONE TRUE PLAN
FIST FLYING FAST TO SHOW HE’S A MAN
STEPPED OUTSIDE OVER SOMETHING THEY SAID
NOW HE’S DEAD WITH A BULLET IN THE HEAD
BRIDGE
GUY
WILL THIS WORLD EVER OPEN THE DOOR?
GIRL
WILL (I added "EVER" here) WE FIND WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR?
GUY & GIRL
CAN WE FILL THE VOID WITH PEACE AND LOVE
WITH JOY AND LIGHT SENT FROM ABOVE?
GUY
REACHING UP FROM THE BOTTOM SHE CRIES AND CRIES
FOR A CHANGE OF SCENE - FOR FREEDOM FROM LIES
GIRL
A CALL FROM A FRIEND TURNS SHADOW TO LIGHT
MAKING HER BELIEVE IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT
BOTH
LISTEN WITH ME NOW, HEAR THE SOUND
COME WITH ME NOW, SEE PEACE ABOUND
(The Cast and CHORUS join this chant.)
LIVE WITH ME NOW AND CHANGE THE WORLD
LIVE WITH ME NOW AND CHANGE THE WORLD
05.25.08 TBD
05.18.08 The Face of the Water
getting something to live. guest appearance by Owen Espinosa.
05.11.08 Never Say A Word
05.04.08 Good Night Sweet Queen
In Memoriam Oni Faidal Lampley
04.27.08 Smoke
04.20.08 Who I Am
04.13.08 Bring You Back To Life
04.06.08 Never Never
03.30.08 Those Shoes
Yes, it's true...
03.23.08 California
here i come.

03.16.08 Only
Small song. Absurdly long labor. Thanks for patience.
03.09.08 Many Years (of Mad Joy)
for Victor and Marisa, with gratitude
03.02.08 Put it All Behind Me
set a course for Callipygia
02.24.08 Butte
02.17.08 The In Between
thanks abe

02.10.08 Copper
Nerves in the New Millenium. With nods to Phil G. & the "fitter, happier, more productive" folks.
02.03.08 Today's the Day - Vote Obama '08 remix manqué
BOOOO! Well I have to surrender. After struggling for the past 48 hours with 3 different pieces of software, 3 different versions of the song,
2 different operating systems, too many crashes, and having lost several years off my life, I unhappily present this version of the song.
I was hoping to make it perfect for Super Tuesday, but was stymied by computer evils. I hope the spirit of the tune remains intact.
However, I am hoping for a continued life for this song, both Baracking and otherwise, and will continue to tinker with it until it is perfect.
Dance/Pop is easy to do badly, difficult to get jussssst right.
Thanks to Mike E. for his invaluable pop advice, most of which I was not able to integrate into this version.
BUT STAY TUNED, I will not let a machine defeat me... Gonna get it right! or at least better. Most importantly...
TODAY'S THE DAY so get out there and VOTE!

01.27.08 Little Man
For a friend. Thank you Marvin.
01.20.08 Roll you
The Gospel of Sisyphus

01.13.08 Purple Perfect
A nerdy love song to a color.
01.06.08 Amorosa Anticipacíon
| This was written as a wedding gift to my Catalan cousin Eva and her husband, Aitor. I couldn't attend their wedding because I had to adjudicate professional wrestling. The text is from a Jorge Luis Borges poem, of the same title. I changed the last lines to something a little less enigmatic after being admonished by Assumpta Serna that a wedding poem should never end with the words "sin el amor, sin mí." Heresy, but my cousins were happier too. Aitor y Eva is, essentially, Adam and Eve in Catalan, so this poem seemed particularly apt. |
| Ni la intimidad de tu frente clara como una fiesta ni la costumbre de tu cuerpo, aun misterioso y tacito Y de niña, ni la sucesion de tu vida asumiendo palabras o silencios seran favor tan misterioso como mirar tu sueño implicado en la vigilia de mis brazos. Virgen milagrosamente otra vez por la virtud absolutoria del sueño, quieta y resplandeciente como una dicha que la memoria elige, me daras esa orilla de tu vida que tu misma no tienes. Arrojado a quietud, divisare esa playa ultima de tu ser y te vere por vez primera, quiza, como Dios a de verte, desbaratada la ficcion del Tiempo, sin el amor, sin mi. |
Neither the intimacy of your look, your brow fair as a feast day not the favor of your body, still mysterious, reserved, and childlike, nor what comes to me of your life, settling in words or silence, will be so mysterious a gift as the sight of your sleep enfolded in the vigil of my arms. Virgin again, miraculously, by the absolving power of sleep, quiet and luminous like some happy thing recovered by memory, you will give up that shore of your life that you yourself do not own. Cast up into silence I shall discern that ultimate beach of your being and see you for the first time, perhaps, as God must see you--- the fiction of Time destroyed, free from love, from me. |

