Mike's Songs

Talking Rock

Tue, 06/30/2015 - 9:46pm -- mjpierce
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From 2005

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

Sovereign Citizen

Wed, 06/17/2015 - 10:20pm -- mjpierce
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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

Pretender

Sat, 03/07/2015 - 2:48pm -- mjpierce
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You know who this is for

Uncle Same

Mon, 02/23/2015 - 7:31am -- mjpierce
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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.

 

She got my chakra

Sun, 02/15/2015 - 1:14pm -- mikepier
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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

 

Wishing Well 2015

Tue, 01/06/2015 - 8:51pm -- mjpierce
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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
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   kbps        LR    MS  %     long switch short %                             
  128.0       23.9  76.1        91.7   4.7   3.7                               
Writing LAME Tag...done
ReplayGain: -6.2dB

 

Wasted Bleeding Heart

Sun, 12/21/2014 - 8:00pm -- mjpierce
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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
 

Song1

Sun, 11/30/2014 - 2:05pm -- mjpierce
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The Studio is back up with full Audio/MIDI capabilities

Older than you Blues

Mon, 02/17/2014 - 11:31pm -- mjpierce
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I started trippin'
On a Monday afternoon.  It wasn't pretty.
I started drinkin' just past noon.  Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa.

It comes down so hard on me,
It makes me feel like, baby, what's the use?

ChemTrail Song

Sat, 12/28/2013 - 4:14pm -- mjpierce
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Planes leaving trails across the sky
Chemicals are fallin' on me.
I didn't feel bad, until I realized
They've killed off all of the Bees

I wish I could stay in my own little world
But these bastards just provoke me.
I looked at my Bible, as I picked up my rifle
And loaded up to go to DC

Instant Karma

Sun, 09/15/2013 - 10:32pm -- mjpierce
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This song was recorded 02/06/01

Vocals: Jimmy Pharr 9/11/62 - 9/15/03

Guitar: Mike Pierce 9/11/62 - ??
 

Chinese Democracy

Sun, 08/18/2013 - 5:00pm -- mjpierce
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A rainy Sunday, makes for loud guitar.

I was gonna write a protest song, but there was already one written

A red Les Paul, and couple of beers, and I was freaking I was ready to go.

One-Eyed Jacks

Sat, 08/10/2013 - 12:27am -- mjpierce
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One-eyed Jacks were in the middle
of a ruthless confrontation between the Lords of Occupation
And the Princes of the One who rules them all.

I had grown tired of the battle and tired of the saddle
And tired of this lonely trail that may never lead back home.

Baba O'Reilly

Tue, 07/23/2013 - 10:02pm -- mikepier
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Recorded sometime in 2006

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

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