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Shake This Maze

I wrote Shake This Maze in spring 2011 after getting a job at Duke’s Chowder House in Seattle.  I wrote the chorus some 6 months earlier and never found a home for it until Maze.


Shake this maze to the core with chords and verses

Mix genres like cops johns whores and virgins

Turn the source of hurting into a sense of pride

Find the gold on the shipwrecks of life

Maybe she works Sunday we’ll play afterwards/ I need to stop writing this play and this wack verse/ Can’t stand when she’s there can’t stand when she’s away/ Go home like I don’t care?/That lie’s pathetically fake/So please break break break the spell she’s got me under/ Under the weather as I am under the covers/ Already tried to wake up/ But I pressed snooze/ prefer this pillow/ This wait sucks I’ll sleep through/

Two weeks ago everything normal/ soon to graduate sky high orbital/ now crash landed/ Everybody see it/ Ramble meaningless nothings/ without reason/ Who knew such blues/ Would creep in this season/ The sun’s out/ Sweat crowds the breathing/ She walks chest out/ I think or am I dreaming/ Naps for twenty minutes every other evening

Shake this maze to the core with chords and verses

Mix genres like cops johns whores and virgins

Turn the source of hurting into a sense of pride

Find the gold on the shipwrecks of life

We make our way through twisting journeys

Roadmap gets written as life’s occurring

We fight for courage she’s a test of the burden

Success the only option no way this back’s turning

So now three weeks later we each have a break/ And it’s nice outside so we walk beside the lake/ For forty five minutes we conversate/ Suddenly all the angst evaporates/I guess I agree with her better off friends/ Besides Spain seems to boast decent women/ So finally I can act normal again/ only awkward if we make it so, I horribly did

But now we grab lunch /Jokes “such a lovely date”/ Behind glasses eyes fluctuates/ Talk of family for seems great lengths/ About drugs and pain and fortune and thanks/And we return to the work/ From whence we came/ She tends bar as I clear plates/ Great feeling having a clean slate/ Now we start again but in a different place

Shake this maze to the core with chords and verses

Mix genres like cops johns whores and virgins

Turn the source of hurting into a sense of pride

Find the gold on the shipwrecks of life

Make our way through twisting journeys

Roadmap gets written as life’s occurring

We fight for courage she’s a test of the burden

Success the only option/ no way this back’s turning

(x2)

Shake This Maze Remix

I did the Shake This Maze Remix the same day as posting, on September 15th, 2011.  I liked the sound of the vocals on the chorus on the acapella version, so I cut some stuff from that for the first part of the remix. For the second part, I felt inspired by Dj Premier’s ability to craft whole choruses from samples of other tracks. So I took some lines from the track itself and came up with the following line.

Who knew such blues/ Drugs and pain

In a different place/ find that/ fortune and thanks.

How do people feel about sampling? Does anyone have a favorite track that samples something yet makes it completely new?

Add your thoughts to the reactions box.

Reflection and Response

-P

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Jade Eyes

Jade Eyes

I wrote Jade Eyes after attending a Pretty Lights concert at the Showbox Sodo in Seattle on November 19th, 2010.  I wrote most of the lyrics that same night after getting home around 3 A.M.

Acapella Version

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us/ One mind we design our own island/ Or so I thought as I thrust my paw on her/ Didn’t think that I could do her such dishonor/ Back away and I nod my head/ These pretty lights can really play and they’re rocking it/ And these kids eat it up like Lox and spread/ As the clock is lost and we forget our beds/ The jade eyes stay with me and I see her/ Kissing on the dude who arrived in the beamer/ Guess I had weak pop tonight Elisa Steamer/ The jade just caught the light and all disappears/ But she stays florescent cold as December in this northern state that’s the greyest in the hemisphere/ Just like lemmings I follow the trap/ Wonder if she gets off on withholding that vag because

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

Contradiction many been up her blouse/ But my fingers are some splinters she can do without/ This week’s been weak grime and grout/ Games every day every way tagged out/ But I’m glad for the no’s the strep and the colds/ The effect of the soul/ Is it’s left invincible/ Try me all you want these jade eyes still haunt me/ Thought if I got her I’d find some sense of belonging/ After the show all filed out to rides home/ Chose to feign fatigue said peace to the folks/ Got home restless with the image in my mind/ Of her curves her shirt and her perfect jade eyes/ And I dealt with it the only way I know how/ With the guitar and drums turned up way too loud/And as all else slept and tired of the bass/ In it’s beautiful hum I found a place

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes

These jade eyes are straight lies that bind us

These jade eyes (x2)

Reflection and Response

-P

P.S. Whoever can tell me who Elissa Steamer is without going on wikipedia gets a new song sent to their email! Send answers to the.lifetsyle.rr@gmail.com.

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He’s Your Guy

He’s Your Guy

This was an early song made after returning from Argentina in July 2010. Whitney Killian is featured on the studio version that was recorded in my bedroom in Seattle. Whitney recorded the vocals on a newly purchased microphone on her first try. I knew it was going to be the one so I celebrated, and the sound of my scream can be heard in the background right after the first chorus.

The acoustic version was done in Vicken and Megan’s apartment in Brooklyn almost exactly a year later.  Megan rocks the chorus. It’s always cool to hear how different vocalists make the same song seem so different.

He’s Your Guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ Let me tell you why

Fuck the secretary I Don Drape that shit/ Savory grilled Argentine flank steak rich/ Senior citizen back pain playing bridge/ Disgusting I make your face straight cringe/ Your fate is on the table as it’s paint faintly chips/ Run or die son and you better decide quick/ We’re crazy over here so wild our side is/ Kick it with immigrant labor who came here to support 9 kids/

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ Let me tell you why

That’s the power that’s behind lines I spit/ Hard to catch like a line drive hard hit/ Or a serve from Federer better words you should write/ Beginning of the end Pac met Suge Knight/ If I could fight I’d send a molly of wallops to all you molly coddling shit talkers cause all of us problems/ Do a favor get your ass sent to the gulag for being an alcoholic/ and enemy of mine is an enemy of Stalins/

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ He could be your guy

He’s so fly/ Let me tell you why

P.

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