‘Leave the Stone Alone’

Vote for my SONG FU song here.  Or forward this to EVERYONE you know so that THEY can vote for it

LYRICS are HERE

The voting engine is having trouble.  So you may have to try a few times.  This is a pain, so action will really jack up your karma!

Also, to further add to the confusion, my track is a bit … quiet.  Make sure you turn it up.  Yes, I will learn how to normalize properly in the next round.  The song is still, however, a STUNNER!

DH, out

PS. The song is not actually called ‘Leave the Stone Alone, Yep.’  There is no ‘yep.’  I had to send a corrected file.  If I’d been able to send another, or another in a series of orrected (perhaps normalized?!) file/s … you may be begging all your friends to vote for ‘Leave the Stone Alone_Yep2 ;’ or even ‘Leave the Stone Alone_Yo-Diggety-Doo-Shampoopidditydoo’

And that’s just CRAZY Talk!

back to the drawing board

Leave the Stone Alone

Here are the lyrics to ‘Leave the Stone Alone’ – which is actually just called ‘Leave the Stone Alone,’ and not ‘Leave the Stone Alone_Yep’

See me there … innocuous rock /
You don’t care, you’re gonna pick me up
And put me in your hand you fool of a man /
Even though I’m minding my own business in my garden

You put me in your pocket – perhaps you’re stupid /
I’m getting angry at your impudence
You assume I can do nothing about your insolence /
And that there’s nothing more to me than symmetry and smoothness

I think – real – hard, the air … starts – moving
I start to laugh … you’ll be a hapless victim of my master plan
Your stomach starts to burn and churn and soon you’re feeling smaller
Like Alice down in Wonderland you’re nowhere that you understand
And although I’m inanimate – seems someone bested you – guess who …

CH
You’ve gone through a wormhole where the reject song ideas go
You’re a paper clip now – stretching out to hold a memo
I’m an angry rock, and I settled the score / I’m not the only object anymore
When the magic wears off it will be all over
But you’ll remember … 
You better leave the stone alone : ||

The spell wears off … You shook it off /
You thought it was a bad dream – that you woke up from
My wormhole spit you back into your human shape, ‘n the-way-it-works,
the magic vapor dissipates and then I gotta wait … for  … it

You seem to ‘remember, something ’bout a rock /
Your booty’s sore from being twisted ’round the legal docs
And I don’t have an arm to smack you, or legs to track you /
When you see the stone you think it’s me – I focus … to attack you

So I c-concentrate …. once again the air shakes
I think the dirty mouths of people sure do stank …

 
CH
You’ve gone through a wormhole
Where the reject song ideas go
I have hurled you through the void / In the form of an altoid
Although I cannot move  … I search and destroy
I’m an angry rock, and I settled the score
I’m not the only object anymore
When the magic wears off you’ll be a human again and it will be all over
But you’ll remember
You better leave the stone alone

(“You better leave the stone a-lone” / “It’s never done nothin’ to you, now”)

Song Fu

I uploaded my song on my myspace site … altho I hate that I don’t have my OWN page up and running and have to have a friggin myspace page and that I’m a net-mutant that functions … well … not in the least.  I have noticed that I need a snazzy website and an ability to design it and also an ability to perfectly run my own home studio.  What’s wrong with me?  This is probably why I have been lurking, cave-fish-like, in my house for forever … massive intimidation.  Oh well.  No more whining.  Time to get over myself and wait for the voting to commence so that I can trull for attention and make it to the coveted next round (fingers crossing).

I really am proud of my work

Despite the fact that I only got HALF of the production I wanted on it done, and that I had to cut it in THREE hours (WHEW!), and that I was still writing it at 7:30 because I ended up writing five songs on a total of six topics (with a short-list of 3 – including cigar, breath mint, and paperclip); and despite the sad fact that someone else has written a &*$*#  song about a (^*&*^ r0ck!!!!! aggghghghghghghghgg.  Two good coin songs and two good rock songs so far (if I do say so myself).

And there are a bunch of high quality folks doing this stuff.  There will be more, I’m sure.

 … I think that it REALLY DID turn out rather well.  So I’m going to remain calm and not spaz out.  I’m going to say that it’s like freaking out about another band writing a love song.  

EXAMPLE: “Oh, bullocks Nigel!  Criminy!  The band Twisted Knickers has written a LURRRVE song and stolhluhn our THUNDAH ….”

HYPOTHETICAL RESPONSE: “I know, Pricilla, dahling … what shall we do”

EX: “Kill them!  Maim!  Destroy!”

HR: “But Nigel, they hath completed their tune first!”

EX: “No matter Priscilla … now that I have learned to spell your name correctly, with an ‘S,’ I believe that even though they did complete their tune first – we have found a magic rock.  Therefore we will go back in time and destory ‘ze evidence”

[Nigel twirls his mustachios and slurks away into the gloom of nighttime conspiracy ...]

So yeah – it’s like double musicians both doing a love song – rather than the Beatles finding out that another band had also done a tune covering meter maids, or whatever they were talking about in ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.’  Or whatever.  Who knows these things.  Perhaps I should just rock on.

Song ….. f …. uh …. oooo ….?

Oh …. CRAP!   Song Fu is UP!  The anticipation is too MUCH!  I haven’t read it yet.  The anticipation has been too much.  I thought I’d blog first.  Will check back in full spaz mode …

Now I Know My “ABC’s” …

No one reads this blog at the moment, except for possibly a few friends who have me squeezed onto their Google readers … 

I am quite thankful for this, for I have found out that wordpress DOES INDEED have a spell check.

It’s that GREAT BIG BUTTON up above the box I’m typing in.  The one with “ABC” in it, and the letters are situated right above a check mark.

I believe that it is scintillating intelligence such as this that will make my sweep of the Song Fu competition a SURE THING …

Cho-Panda

The most charming-assed thing in the world, which I forgot about until I was going through my bookmarks today.  This makes waiting for the songfu challenge announcement a little easier!

Ex-FU-semoi?

I am working on getting other blogs up to speed, so that I can start actually blogging again.  Am Twittering again like a maniac.  Am not putting subjects in my sentences, a-la, Brigitte Jones – as this seems more cool and reporter-y.  Don’t know if this is the right place to put this, but don’t hardly care.  Am obsessing about Song Fu 2.  Do not know my task.  

I will put me “me” back in this sentence because I’m tired of being pretentious.  Also because  I’d really like to start a paragraph where I declare that I will not organize my email until I get an email declaring my first Song Fu assignment.  It’s only fair.

I have to get dressed, rather than sit here blogging maniacally on three blogs with bad spelling, Twittering, and organizing tags and bookmarks.  I have a grand plan; and that plan includes going to Ruta – not naked – and making sure that I’m signed up for the open mic next week since I’m not taking my nasty ass up there this week.  Then I will finish all this other stuff I’m doing.  Song Fu is announced tomorrow.  I wish that wordpress had a spellcheck like livejournal, but that’s not important right now.  I don’t even have time to tag this.

Song Fu Take 2

Well the title speaks for itself, doesn’t it.  I’m cleaning out my bookmarks right now.  If you know me you know that this is some kind of uber daunting task that has been looming over my personal horizion for fifty-thousand years.  I feel like I’m going to throw up and I’m skipping two gigs that I’m supposed to be at (including one that is my brother’s).  Eek.  I am a horrible big sister.  But I’ve got to take care of myself.  Garden statuary are not going to pitch in and finish my songs for me.

There are birds trying to eat our cat food while I’m typing this, as I get eaten by fleas on the back porch.  I think I’m going to go inside.  Hopefully the first Song Fu task will not kill me.  The last first task was a mockery of my existence.  If it’s something like that this time (‘Write A Happy Song’), I think that I’m going to go outside and make a sample recording of some of these bitch-birds that keep trying to kamikaze-dive-bomb the cat food.  Just to make a point.