FAWM 2018

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February Album Writing Month (FAWM) is an internet challenge where the objective is to write 14 original songs within the shortest month of the year (February). As per tradition, I successfully completed this challenge for the third year in a row. Without further adieu, here's my result from this year!

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released February 25, 2018

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Track Name: I Am Houdini
verse 1:

Straight-jacket holdin' me tight
The crowd stare cuts through the night
Break free with both hands tied
(spoken) How did I do it?

chorus:

Mystery man with his Appleton roots
He comes with a plan in his stranglehold boots
A slick lock-picker with a trick up his sleeve
that no-one can believe

verse 2:

Cool smile; I tour the town
The crowd cheers and fear it drowns
The whole world will know my name
(spoken) I am Houdini!

chorus:

Mystery man with his Appleton roots
He comes with a plan in his stranglehold boots
A slick lock-picker with a trick up his sleeve
that no-one can believe, oh yeah!
that no-one can believe, don't ya know!
that no-one can believe!
Track Name: Good Town (Instrumental by Josh Price)
[intro]

verse 1:

I know that you keep it inside. The
fear of being square unfolds the stories that you hide.
Take off from the world you hold tight. The
weight of the city keeps you up in a plight.

pre-chorus:

Let's forget all the days we're living in lies.
Take your spaceship to Mars and the everyday dies.

chorus:

Let's hop the soul train to the good town tonight.
Livin' like everything's alright.
Take me out where the lights don't sleep.
Feel the beat!

pre-chorus:

Let's forget all the time we're wasting away.
Tune straight into yourself for one more day.

chorus:

Let's hop the soul train to the good town tonight.
Livin' like everything's alright.
Take me out where the lights don't sleep.
Feel the beat!

[guit solo]
[intro]

verse 2:

All and all, it's just another fleeting hour. The
stars won't shine out brighter if the night begins to flounder.
Something came to me that I can not avoid, that
time is meant for more than what we do and who we are.

pre-chorus:

Let's forget all the time we're wasting away.
Tune straight into yourself for one more day.

chorus:

Let's hop the soul train to the good town tonight.
Livin' like everything's alright.
Take me out where the lights don't sleep.
Feel the beat!

[guit solo]
[intro]
[inst verse]
[synth solo]

chorus:

Let's hop the soul train to the good town tonight.
Livin' like everything's alright.
Take me out where the lights don't sleep.
Feel the beat!

[guit solo]
Track Name: Don't You Worry
verse 1:

Don't you worry about the internet
It's all fake anyways
Social media; it turns us all to freaks
Put on a fake smile and cry ourselves to sleep

chorus:

Ev'rybody is more human than they seem
Don't you worry; take it from me

verse 2:

Don't you worry about the twitter
google or facebook too
All these websites they don't mean anything
Fill you with non-sense; Compell you in the ring

chorus:

Ev'rybody is more human than they seem
Don't you worry; take it from me, Oh no-oh!
Don't you worry; take it from me.

skaoutro:

(spoken) Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up now!

Don't you worry; take it from me, Oh no!
Don't you worry; take it from me.
Don't you worry; take it from me, Oh no!
Don't you worry; take it from me.
Track Name: Blue (Instrumental by Michael Karns)
I'm a child to men, and man to young.
It's the state of authority feeling dumb.
When I wake, I know the sluggish drone.
Take the day, feeling useless, a novice tone.

.. But the music keeps me grounded in my meditation
.. And the choices I make leave for no exemption
.. What of man would I be to turn and walk away?
.. What of child am I to fall into the day?

Today...

Today...
Track Name: Evening Echo (Lyrics by Doug Haberman)
When your old friend sends the invite
We’re dead sure it’s just the right night
Drive out of the city crazy far
Until the sky’s a million billion stars

People swimming like in Eden
It’s a paradise for heathens
Faces dance in mirrors everywhere
Your old friend wears a garden in her hair

I see arachnids run from geckos
In a house that’s pure Art Deco
And has paintings by El Greco
Can you hear the evening echo?

Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the echo ring?
Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the songs I sing?

He goes walking in the desert
Dressed in nothing but a nightshirt
He disappears behind some jumbo rocks
Later on, the cops will find his socks

I see arachnids run from geckos
In a house that’s pure Art Deco
And has paintings by El Greco
Can you hear the evening echo?

Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the evening ring?
Can you hear the evening echo?
Can you hear the song I sing?

I’m thinking that the party is so cool
And then we find the body in the pool

I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the evening ring!
I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the songs you sing!

I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the songs you sing!
I can hear the evening echo!
I can hear the evening ring!
Track Name: Coming Down (Lyrics by Doug Haberman)
Hot sun melts ice, that’s our front-page story
When we met I couldn’t stay away
Every friend of ours could read the headline
Be afraid, be very afraid

You find nuance on the blankest canvas
Drawing your distinctions with a blade
I suffer from a kind of color blindness
I don’t like white and can’t see shades of gray

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live

You put in mahogany and teakwood
I’ll put in obsidian and chrome
We could build a house for the ages
But, baby, we could never build a home

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live

In spite of all the odds, we put this thing together
But the pieces are finally breaking loose
What once united now divides
We could keep on trying but…
What’s… the… use?

And it’s all coming down to what you say you want
And it’s all coming down to what I can give
You want tenderness and truth, I offer darkness
Now we know it’s no way to live
Track Name: Taste Superior
We're winding down and there's no way to come back up
And use the time not better spent
The ducks don't know the way back home for them, you see.
A product of the pond they chose.

And it's o-
k that we've wasted our childhood and know not what's ahead, And it's o-
k that our way out is left to our own hands and nothing more. Cause
leaning on the leader is doomed before it starts. to
give 'em taste superior is grave beyond our hearts.
I remember younger days, when I was free in spirit.
Anything was possible today; how times have changed.
Track Name: Fleeting Nerve
(just a)nother day to me; I'm waking to calamity and
Every braincell drains itself a bit. Fucking
up the poignant urge to save my fleeting nerve, but
I'm indifferent to the bells that toll.

Oh
how my little brain wants to live in yesterday coz the
present needs it's shaping and the future brand new roads. here's to
you, our little talks keep me laughing at it all but we're
sitting here with nowhere left to go.

and the
podium we'll take here uncertain of our fate. our
dreams caught in red tape and piles of debt. NH-
S is up my ass 'bout the way I act and dress. just be-
cause they say we're smart don't make them healthy.

[chorus]
Track Name: Only Begun To Start
(I'll) play the keys like it's nobody's business, and
jam out to songs that I want to play coz
I'm in my own world, they say; I don't
care if nobody's listening

(from) Vulfpeck to Sir Elton John to
tunes of my own from the heart and soul coz
music is my life, you see. and
no one can take that away from me.

Years have gone by, and the fire hasn't left me
this is the ode to the art that exudes me
tappin' my toes to the rhythm inside of my heart
and I've only begun to start

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