FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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FFaD - Tim Alberts & Nabi Loney
10/13/2017
Tim Alberts (SOCAN)
FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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In a moment of emotion
He terminated connection
He went upstairs
and kissed her on the cheek
He could tell she was drifting
In the realm of uneasy conscience
Innocent and childlike
Should be our dreams
 
In a moment of exhilaration
Inhibition was forsaken
In the mirror he could see
their reflection
He saw their eyes don’t shine
Enticing when she was younger
An impulsive attraction to danger
The crime hardly remembered
But we share the pain
 
We have had our fill
Of information
We are standing still
To catch a breath of air
We are half asleep
Under heavy sedation
In isolation
We don’t weep
For American Grief
 
I remember the singing
Our faces turned towards Heaven
Songs of adulation for the King
I came back to this place
To confront my dark emotions
To taunt my inner demons
To come to terms
 
I’ve anguished all I can
For the soul of the earth
I’ve anguished all I can
For the spirit of Man
I’ve anguished all I can
For the killing of the beast   
And the raping of land
And the loss of their homes
And the American grief   
 
We have had our fill
Of information
We are standing still
To catch a breath of air
We are half asleep
Under heavy sedation
In isolation
We don’t weep
For American Grief
FFaD-Rob Langedyk & Jim Hachey
10/13/2017
Rob Langedyk & Jim Hachey ((SOCAN)

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Written & Performed by Rob Langedyk & Jim Hachey

 

                                             Plunky

FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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If you were born about nineteen-fifty seven                    
Consider this song as your own
Growing up playing cowboys and Indians
Amid cold wars and landings on the Moon
Metallic blue Mercury convertible
Realistic coon-skin cap
We walked with our arms locked together
A force nobody could stop
We laughed at Lucy and Ric
The Magic Kingdom at our fingertips
 And we don’t deny                              
It took a puff from the hookah                                               
To exhale change from our breath
          
 It was such a philanthropist’s daydream
Peddling on beggars wheels
Recanting the voice of neurosis
Reciting an Isakov song
Damn these intrusions
I am loving these scones
I am buoyant and it’s natural
Doing this alone
               
The surgery was cruel and intrusive
It was something that I needed quick
The adjustments weren’t working
The impulses were strong
I faced it alone
 
The missionaries were stowing their luggage
Gathered in prayer on the tarmac
 I guess that I was looking needy
As one of them came over to talk
 He said “Come with us into the jungle,
 That is where you are needed the most
 Some of us are bound
Suffering in silence,
Among the minions’ of God 
And, I wish I had never ignored them
As I started out on my business trip
I am going to Hong Kong
Or is it to Tokyo
I’m out over the ocean
I’ve realized I was wrong
 
The surgery was cruel and intrusive
It was something that I needed quick
The adjustments weren’t working
The impulses were strong
I faced it alone
I am happy alone                      
I am luckier alone
Reminiscing in the silence                                
I am  loving your scones                                           
Among the minions of God                    
Among the minions of God                        
Superstitious and defiant
Consciousness bent
Intellectually stunted
Emotionally complex
Unabashedly profane
Without logical defense
Incorrigibly corrupted                  
Since nineteen-fifty-seven
 
FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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The AudioSexual Soul is often typified by musically inspired mental flights between fantasy and reality. Uncontrolled it can lead to a downward spiral, leaving the AudioSexual broken, broke, alone, and wanting. Those possessing an AudioSexual Soul desire a creative musical experience sequestered in an intimate space, nurturing lyric, tune and performance, to the detriment of, well, almost everything! AudioSexuality can be unhealthy, disturbing, hard on relationships, the ego, and spirit. It can also be passionate, fulfilling, therapeutic, and rewarding (hardly ever financially). It is addictive. Self-destructive. Often closeted, the AudioSexual can become introverted and alone, working their craft for a worthy offering to the creative process. Though sometimes fearing rejection & ridicule, Studies suggest the most gratifying AudioSex-ing is being together with like-minded, crazed, inspired and talented musos’ (musicians), cultivating the fruit of the songwriter’s labor. Lyric and crudely structured arrangements, honed and transformed into pieces of AudioArt, enhanced by the intoxication of their own spirit & soul robbing AudioSexual tendencies.
Alas, AudioSexual Soul, we cloister together again; self-soothing, misunderstood - pretentious perpetrators of expression...... pursuers of "the dream".

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As sophisticated as we like to pretend
It’s more complicated than we’d ever admit
The Prodigy of the Symphony
Plays his insides out in an abstract key
 
She’s a basket weaving intellectual
Distinctively styled emasculating and cold
An underling of the elitist crowd
Alleged to be AudioSexual
 
High Strung Flirtation
Demoralizing and droll
When we hit the note
She begins to float
Casting off her shoes
As we hold the rope
Outta Tune
AudioSexual
Working the Room
                                                                                                               
Otis got busted but he used to make us laugh
Gentle with the children but a bastard to the law
Deceptively deep charismatic and cool
Purported to be AudioSexual
 
Elegant obscurity Duke of Enterprise
Clueless endeavor scheme gone awry
Controversial subject never disclosed
He never profaned a disparaging soul
 
High Rollin’ Sensation
Intimidating control
When we hit the note
He begins to float
Kicking off his boots
Holding on to the rope
Habitual AudioSexual
Immersed in the Blues                      
 
Walking on egg-shells
With a limp and a crutch
AudioSexuals
Losin’ their touch….
 

      ©bc2012

FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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What’s the next big thing?
Strangers appear
Always looking hungry
Harbingers of fear
Crystalline perception
Pharmaceutically laced   
Pathological behavior   
Eradicated and cleansed         
Draw a deep breath my dreamy-eyed son
The world’s in a motion of perpetual ruin
Apathetic opposition to the cynics laying waste    
Escape reality with a dreamy-eyed gaze
My son,
Wild-eyed son
Angry young one
 
What’s the next big thing?
Geopolitical shift
Arab spring
With an Asian twist
London isn’t calling
Economies fail
Relationships crumble
The orb is frail
Lay your cards on the table put your balls in the vice
Lazy-ass boys’ let’em get out an’ fight
Revolutionaries on a Facebook page
Unapologetic for incendiary rage
My son,
Wild-eyed son
Angry young one
 
What’s the next big thing?
Commander in Chief
Annihilation Declaration
Accelerating to the brink
Handsome in your Flak Jacket
Burned in effigy
Justice and Consequence
Spinning Democratically 
Take a penetrating look at the wild-eyed sons
And the pain on their faces when the killing is done
A morose act of duty burns an image in your head
Where has all your innocence gone?
My son,
Wild-eyed son
Angry young one
FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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The rush of the North Country streams
Is enchantment to poets and dreamers
home is the pride of the workingman
 
It’s a pity that any should weep
and be spurned by the true love they seek
We look back on the years, we cherish our friends
We recall things we did as mere youth
We drink to our health as our beauty and wealth disappear
 
The rush of the North Country streams
Is enchantment to poets and dreamers
home is the pride of the workingman
 
The calm of the clear mountain pools
Is contentment to all those who wander
A time of refreshing for the weary ones
 
The flowers have now gone to seed
The poppy lends herself to our dreaming
It's so hard to go on when so many things have failed
We wallow in fear and regret
We keep to ourselves as the desires of our hearts slip away
 
The rush of the North Country streams
Is enchantment to poets and dreamers
home is the pride of the workingman
FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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Serious transmissions
Interrupting our lives
We need comic relief
These are relentless times
Street Prophet Fakers     
We are loathe to emulate               
It’s hard to find a hero
Who still walks straight
With their secrets and their dungeons
Their bones and their skulls
 Encrypting serious transmissions
 Inciting chaos throughout the world
 
Even when it seemed we were lost
Satellites were tracking us overhead
Genetic codes and mutant strains
Euthanized and jettisoned into the abyss
There were times we waited up for you
We waited on your love
And when we thought we’d lost you
We became frantic and distraught
There were times I felt like choking you
Other times just give you a hug
Serious transmissions
Have a way of waking us up
 
Isolation breeds
 Social malcontent
Intensifying anger
Punishing the innocent
Solace in collective
A viral link of lies
Stealth like opportunists
Oppress and demoralize 
With their secrets and their dungeons
Their bones and their skulls
Encrypting serious transmissions
Inciting chaos throughout the world
 
Recognize your Fate
Loved Ones and Friends
Serious Transmissions
Interrupting Us Again
 
We need Comic Relief
Philosophical Change
Spiritual Connection
Those with ears let them hear
 
Epitaph and Myth
Prophecy and Dance
Lyric and Tune
Ominous Sky and Blood Red Moon
 
In Tweets and Blogs
Satellite and Web
A Flash in the Heavens
A Voice Within
 
 Recognize your Hope                       
 Loved Ones and Friends                      
 Serious transmissions
 Interrupting us again
FFaD
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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Friends From a Distance
10/13/2017
B’wanna-wanna’B©2017 (SOCAN)

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~ Friends from a Distance

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