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Live in Japan (Demo)
04:56
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Scott: You’re rolling…
Mike: OK. This is “Live in Japan.”
Generation D
Has taken hold of me
Inclinations toward mortality slowing
When I tried to get hired
I just got tired
The chicken soup for my soul
Is greasy and it’s cold
And the present is too distant a memory
I need some turbulence
Jump a fence into a new world
I’ll live in Japan
Maybe you don’t care
I wish I could go there in a van and
Live in Japan
I’ll take me a yo-yo
Some gum and a crossbow and a fan and
Live in Japan
Won’t you come with me?
I’ll bounce you on my knee
In a home under the stars by the river
Nothin’ on our feet
Oh it’ll be sweet, we’ll be dancing
We’ll live in Japan
Revel in our otherness
Skeletal and brotherless and oh man, we’ll
live in Japan
Startgazing in wonder
Silencing thunder with one hand
You and me in Japan
Well we came from the bubble-ohs and now we are all
Everflowing, only knowing, we heed the call
And the heavens fall
And all of y’all have helped me to stand
From my friends at the Potato to my friends in Japan
I wanna eat life, I wanna taste all of this
Eat life, body stronger from all the bliss
Heart wide open and I’m heady and ready
Got a date to modulate so help me out, Bob Tedde
Live in Japan
Maybe you don’t care
I wish I could go there in a van and
live in Japan
I’ll take me a yo-yo
Some gum and a crossbow and a fan and
Live in Japan
Live in Japan
Live in Japan
Live in Japan
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All right...”We’ll Be Right Back,” with optional, just-composed intro.
I come from a land where an artificial man may well be the president, lord lord
It’s a country in a world where every boy and girl is raised to believe in justifiable war
And the ranks of hate groups swell with the idiocy that’s dealt and passed like heirlooms from son to son
So we beg to be thrust into the stars
And to bust through the sun itself
And let some light fall on this madness
And show us something
Each and everyone -
Tend your garden and give your neighbor some peace
Tend your garden
I live in a world where people go crazy from God
Incapable of finding peace and comfort
And people die, lord lord
They’re killed over God
They’re killed over dirt
And they’re killed for who they love, lord lord
This happens where I live
This happens where I live
I must be insane to think the things I’m playing can make a difference on this ball in space
But I’m utterly certain that it brings my heart less hurtin’ when I try to inject some beauty into the place
And maybe somewhere there’s a land so fair with streets in mid-air lit up like Christmas where there is no big business or white-man hubris or a need for a military or mistrust of kindness or religious blindness or towering wastes of resources or cowardly racist police forces or scorn for spiritual wisdom or a hateful legal system or bloated international banks or fill in the fucking blanks, and maybe we could live there someday
But I guess that that’s unlikely,
So if lightning doesn’t strike me I’ll take some time, once in a while, to listen to my Plugged Nickel
box of Miles and
And realize that paradise really, really, really does exist
If only, if only we could get out of the way
Tend your garden and give your neighbor some peace
Tend your garden
Brriga-digga-doo!! (laughter, unintelligible chatter)
Tend your garden
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3. |
Lonely Man (Demo)
03:58
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Lonely man, listening to wind
Knows all these secrets, and they’re all about him
Unfortunate man, so you do what you can to make him a part of the world
You bring him the paper, or some gentle advice,
Say “you look good today,” and “Is that Old Spice?”
He’s a misguided man, but you do what you can to make him a part of the world
But there’s a kind of knowing that only comes with growing
Comes from special moments on your own
You can take a person, pump him up until he’s glowing
But a lonely man don’t need that
He needs time to be alone
(Big instrumental here!
The kids are gonna love it!)
Young when he left home and doesn’t write or phone it
Can’t bear to go there now at all
Once I heard him calling
Long after night had fallen
Over where the ocean crashes hard into the wall:
“Does anybody care about anything in San Diego, the home of the dead?
Does anybody know how to care about anything in San Diego, the home of the dead?”
(Another big instrumental!!)
But -
There’s a kind of knowing that only comes with growing
Comes from special moments on your own
You can take a person, pump him up until he’s glowing
But a lonely man don’t need that
He needs time to be alone
Time to be alone
Time to be alone
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4. |
Ankle Bracelet (Demo)
04:49
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Going? OK...ahhh...”Ankle Bracelet.”
Three, four…
Lisbon called for you
Put on your ankle bracelet
Dip your toes in the rain
Ah ha-aa-aa-aa-aah
You have a healing charm
Beautifullucination
Daydream dipped in champagne
Ah ha-aa-aa-aa-aah
I would burn this island down
Just to touch your shoulder
I would burn it, burn it down
Flesh and gold perfection
You in your pretty bracelet
Pleasure bringing pain
Ah ha-aa-aa-aa-aah
I would churn this island up
Just to watch you sleeping
I would churn it, churn it up
Burn it down
Oh, ginger blossom
Much to be done
Oh, perky possum
D-d-dip dip, d-d-dip-dip dip your toes in the rain
D-d-dip dip, d-d-dip-dip dip your toes in the rain
Ah ha-aa-aa-aa-aah
Ah ha-aa-aa-aa-aah
Ah haaaaa-aa-aa-aa-aah
Burn it, burn it down
Burn it down
Down
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5. |
Dancing (Demo)
02:54
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Scott: Slate-a-matic.
Mike: Slate-a-matic. “Dancing.”
One, two, three, and…
No, don’t walk that way
There’s nothing there
Here, there is I, so you should stay here
All angels faces in the sky
Can tell you why
Your weary head should rest a while
Right near my smile
I’m dancing, you’re dancing
Though our feet our still
Glance this way, do what you will
I’m dancing, you’re dancing
On our merry way
And in this place forever stay
Never a moment of duress
I like that dress
E follow D like I do you and you follow me
So strong, nothing wrong, on a song we’re dancing
Oh, right or wrong, alive and strong we’re dancing
Gone, not alone, right or wrong we’re dancing
Love, on and on, roll on
We’re dancing
Dancing, dancing
On the top of star
I laugh and love who you are
I’m dancing, I’m dancing
On the ocean blue
I’m dancing to the heart of you
I saw the city melt away
In this place, forever stay
E follow D like I do you and you follow me
So strong, nothing wrong, on a song we’re dancing
Oh, right or wrong, alive and strong we’re dancing
Gone, not alone, right or wrong we’re dancing
Love, on and on, roll on
We’re dancing
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6. |
Lhai-Sal (Demo)
02:18
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All right...uhhh, “Lhai Sal,” with the riff played slowly at first, so you can hear the notes.
Three, four…
All right, A Tempo...uhhh one two three four…
OK, from there it goes to this elaborate Stravinsky-takeoff section which I’m not gonna try to demo, and then it goes back to one two three four…
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Yeah, you don’t need to make the vocals sound, like, super-slick or anything. Think, think Plastic Ono Band. Am I rolling yet? OK…
I never passed out under your piano
Honed my tan in your console’s glow
A million ways to subdivide that bar of two
Schedules were not coordinated
Nor sudden whims anticipated
I might have seen your deeper shade of blue
But I was not ready for you
We never were the crime-avenging twins
But maybe heaven knows what we could have been
I’ll file away the lyrics uncompleted
Record over the call I wish I’d heeded
And go on to do what we were meant to do
When I was not ready for you
And I can feel your smile above this din
I know you like it outside, looking in
I’ll file away the lyrics uncompleted
Record over the call I wish I’d heeded
And go on to do what we were meant to do
When I was not ready for you
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Something I haven’t said to my friends and family
Something I should get out of my head to my dearest friends and family
On the tip of my tongue
Been there since I was young
And I’d breathe so much easier if I’d say it now
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9. |
Skull Bubbles (Demo)
04:00
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See that? OK? “Skull Bubbles”! A-one, two, three, four…
It’s got me so pounded
Pulped against the wall
It’s got me clutching
My chest in the hall
It’s got me wanting
Nothing at all
Oh boy! I think this is it this time!
If it can get worse
I don’t wanna know
I’m reaching and stretching and waiting to go
And stealing a look out my hotel window
Oh boy I think this is it this time!
Yeah
When I was seven years of age
I heard the sweetest holiday song
How the hell’s everything gone so wrong?
Strap me onto a gold harpoon
Make sure your aim is true and strong
Aim at the fast lane of the autobahn
And every time I think I’ve got my shit together
My skull starts to bubble again
And every time I think ---
(guitar playing Mike): Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera…
(singing Mike): alright I’ve got my shit together…
Mike and Scott: laughin’
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Mike Keneally San Diego, California
Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral
composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.
Learn more at keneally.com
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