The assignment this week is from Eddie:
"Let's get weird! I always enjoy stream of consciousness style lyrics, or as I like to call it "Lyrical Vomit". Songs like Beck's 'Loser' and Dylan's 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' are great examples of this style of lyrics. Write your stream of consciousness song. It obviously doesn't need to make sense. Just have fun with it. Maybe we can generate some silly smiles this week since the rest of the world is so messed up. Genre and style are open."
Guitar recorded in Mayberry. Vocal recorded in the closet of my bedroom at the Omni Hotel, Washington, DC. Ridiculous. Where's Andy Partridge when you need him?
lyrics
Good morning, Capital
Fair warning, animals -- we're coming for you
Wait 'til the heat rises
Take off your disguises -- coming unglued
Everyone says we should steer clear, steer clear, steer clear
of the Beatle wing
Waking on 8 floors
Baking on hot shores -- we're coming to town
Heteros on metros
We won't see the Expos -- so send in the clowns
Everyone says we should look hear, look hear, look hear
as the Beatles sing
What rhymes with museum
And how do we see him -- the man made of stone
Odd times are ticking
The hands that are picking -- the spirits have flown
Everyone says we should not fear, not fear, not fear
the Rites of Spring
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020