Done with bar exam

Little drunk, so lots of swears in this one.  Lots and lots.  I don't have anything for dinner at all except peas and moldy food.

Maybe if I get the lousy out of me now, I'll do okay on that exam coming up.

Bar exam is so soon

But I made this instead of doing anything important.

Fun chords: C#m Adim7 D E A X3; Bm E A; D Dm A A7 Dm D7 E7

But there's all sorts of crazy suspendeds thrown in because I can't play the trombone very well.

Certainly Copyright Infringement

I'm not sure I'd have much of a fair use defense for music-izing this Shel Silverstein poem ("Needles and Pins" from Falling Up), but lots of people seem to be putting his stuff to music lately.

Studying for the bar full time means writing songs part time

I like buckets of rain and I like sorrow

And since they're so similar, I put the two together.  Over pictures of my mother's cat being ridiculous.

Song for the sick cat

Mira is pretty sick.  Here's hoping she gets better.

Six songs or so; the second one is pretty fun.

This one is pretty long.  It's a bunch of different songs in sort of an operetta format.  Besides the first riff, I came up with and recorded all these in the past five hours.

http://youtu.be/pJNeVS-MILo

It's taking a while to upload on youtube, so we'll see if it even works.

Pictures of cat

I was supposed to be cleaning my room, but it naturally devolved into this:

This is a rendition of "someone to watch over me."  It's a pretty bad version of a very pretty song, but at least I didn't try to sing it.

I actually have cheese and crackers

I even had some tonight, but I wrote this song about how it would have been sad if I didn't have them.  It's awful.

Song 61

Here's one with all sorts of lyrics; and I also tuned my instruments and made a concerted effort to try to sing a little better.  The last bit sounds pretty nice I think. 

I've got a can of worms

And some fishing lures

A guide to taxidermy, volume II

A tying knots kit

A blinding toxic

Box of noxious nauseas fumes

Books on origami

Edamame

Senseis, swamis, holy texts

Old love letters

Older sweaters

Oddly, there's no rhyming dictionary

But there's arrowheads

And Pharaoh heads

And sketches done to learn to sketch

Plans for architecture

And some notes to lecture

On the great adventure I ain't had yet

But now my lease is up, I must move on

And I don't have room for all of these,

And you'll take, I posit, my security deposit

For my closet full of broken dreams.

Got my camping mallet,

 artist's pallet,

Leaks and shallots, onions too

Got some chicken stock and a great big pot

To make some longforgotten stew

There's a dissertation

Of my own creation,

That but for patience might exist,

And there's skeleton stories,

Some scant, some gory,

If you read them I'd sure you would be unimpressed

I've got  bessames and sesames

And other verbal remedies

And lots of other recipes for trying to get by

And books on tape, And books on grapes

Books on monkeys, books on apes,

Books on taking yeast and grapes and turning them to wine

But now my lease is up, I must move on

And I don't have room for all of these,

And you'll take, I posit, my security deposit

For my closet full of broken dreams.

Landlord, I need to talk with you about our walkthrough

In the park; I'm in the dark

I've paid all my utilities, but I recognize futility

Let's utilize civility; it's really not that hard

But when you tell me that it's all okay, you'll gladly throw my things away,

I'll change my tune, and importune

That give me just a few more days, I'll buckle down and clean this place,

I can't let my dreams go to waste, cause I might need them soon.

Almost back to back

With that last song.  Here's a nice little lullaby & picture of a squirrel.

This one was lazy

This would have been a good song for at least a little offbeat mandolining.  But no, I opted to go the "record whatever lyrics I mostly make up" on my iphone route.  It's not a bad route, but it has zero mandolin in a song that perhaps should have a little on the offbeats.

Youtube is fine with this.

Snowsong

I like the chord progression much more than anything else in this song.  The last couple songs were much better than this.  Songs about cars &./or people honking at you.  If anyone has any better ideas of things to sing about, please--please let me know.

Also, what a great picture of my nose & eyes, right?

Monsieur Voiture

It's very cold outside.  I wonder where I stole this melody from.  Hopefully from nowhere embarrassing.

Someone honked at me today

Here's what could happen if you honk at someone and they don't know why.  That person might write a terrible song about it, that might never had been written, had you never have honked.

Here's one about trees

This one's pretty lame.  I was watching the trees this morning and for some reason felt a little poetic.  There's some mild punning, the word 'nudiustertian,' and a neat-o rhyme scheme, but I don't think all that makes up for the naivete of a tossed-together poem.

Such graceful graven grief
The drunken tree is drawn and framed;
Leafless lush, untouched, unnamed,
Leviathan in cold blue sky.
To spark suspended disbelief,
In how the zephyrs ever tamed
The most tremendous trees, and why
These moments are so long and brief.

The years will pass me by.
My nudiustertian night is here,
Chastening me to cherish the years
And watch the trees sway in the morning.
Stark and silent 'gainst the sky,
'Mid leafy winds, a chilly bier,
To render sparse thoughts fast adorning
And hope and dream and laugh and cry.