On the Georgia Bulldog Les Paul. It's Saturday in Athens. I'm with the Lovely Ramona
I had my mind changed just the other day
The other one was growing mold
I had my blood let on a sunny day
Is it supposed to be this cold?
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I really hoped it wouldn't be this way
I don't have time to give away
One solution is to stay up late
And make the time to sing and play...
March 10, 2006
Hey There Mr. Candy Man
What flavors do you have on Saturday Morning?
Have you something for those feeling distorted?
Tell me how the cat's meow
Can feed the poor with puppy chow
That shouldn't stop you now.
Hey There Mr Candy Man
What stories did you bring that we were exploring
Story-telling time that we were ignoring
Tell me how to free my brain
From the chemtrail's acid rain
Was it all inSane?
Baby keep me Happy
Saturday Jamming on the 4th of July
Talking Rock is on my mind; a simpler place, simpler time
Talking Rock is not hard to find; I close my eyes, and Church bells chime.
Talking Rock a different time, when I was young, unrefined
Talking Rock remembers me, when I go there, a jubilee
I rented a Toyota, and I took it to the sand.
I did not need permission of any woman or any man.
Don't know where you'll find me, but I'll tell you where I'm not
On a beach chair relaxing, drinking beer and smoking pot.
You don't own me.
I command you.
I'm a Sovereign Citizen
From 2005, an epic performance :)
Found a stash of old MP3 out-takes from 2006
You know who this is for
It was Daytona in my pickup truck,
In the same year that the terrorists struck
Even now I think about the man
And remember where those buildings stand
Took some time before we'd find out
It was Uncle Sam, that planned it out, and without a doubt, has a plan to get me and you.
I write a song it can't be wrong
I'm living with the girl that I made a vow to
Feeling like I kept the promises made
She was young and I was poppin
we were in love and there was no stoppin'
I sometimes wondered why she was leading me on
She won my heart with her mashed potatoes
We always laughed she was scared of tornados
Sitting on the back porch during a storm
There was a time I tried to write rock operas. I'm gonna try again in 2015
Waiting on the perfect day
You'll see life just slip away
When I'm wishing in the well
I like to ride the carousel
When I'm coming on softly,
And I couldn't afford to be vague
$ lame -h export.wav wishingwell.mp3 --tt "Wishing Well" --ta "Michael J"
LAME 3.99.5 64bits (http://lame.sf.net)
Using polyphase lowpass filter, transition band: 16538 Hz - 17071 Hz
Encoding export.wav to wishingwell.mp3
Encoding as 44.1 kHz j-stereo MPEG-1 Layer III (11x) 128 kbps qval=2
Frame | CPU time/estim | REAL time/estim | play/CPU | ETA
3857/3857 (100%)| 0:09/ 0:09| 0:09/ 0:09| 10.148x| 0:00
kbps LR MS % long switch short %
128.0 23.9 76.1 91.7 4.7 3.7
Writing LAME Tag...done
Just noodlin' around
Some days were meant to be wasted.
I'm just trying to do my part
Meditate in deep concentration
And all my shit's in a shopping cart
The Studio is back up with full Audio/MIDI capabilities
Rocking in the studio