#3 Tune I Swore I'd Never Release - War Machine - The Unlikely Protest Song

#3 Tune I Swore I'd Never Release - War Machine - The Unlikely Protest Song

This particular tune, which I imagined to be destined for a more electronic sound, has been recently revived by our new ensemble with Troubled Girl. I had entirely forgotten about the little collage of clips I'd uploaded to Youtube years before, splattered with the name of my imaginary dream-group, "Horse Child". Though we are not yet ready to reveal it in it's new, more electronic clothing (uplifted in part by one of my favorite couture designers---Sherwood Smallidge), I felt a need to edit this little clip from private to public, and to share it here, as the third tune I swore I'd never release to the public at large.

Second Song in Series of Songs I Swore I'd Never Sing - Is a Tiny Desk Contest Video

Second Song in Series of Songs I Swore I'd Never Sing - Is a Tiny Desk Contest Video

Nothing sums it up quite like this video, in which I stare the camera down like we're having a fight.  It's even uncomfortable for me to watch, and I have to admit that I'm a little scared of myself. However, I submitted this to the NPR Tiny Desk Contest at the very last minute, and there was no time to reassess my approach. So, here is the second song in a series of songs I swore I'd never sing to the public at large. 

Keep Your Hell to Yourself -- Acoustic Live -- Protest Song in Blues

Your definition of sin

is clearly written in

black and white (black and white!)

And the constitution says your religion

can't determine my rights.

Did I forget to mention 

That the constitution

says religion has no dog in the fight?

You get to let your dogma bite but keep your Hell to yourself (Hell to yourself!)

 

Songs Are Rude...they don't call first and they never knock. Bardot's Bones.

I was some surprised by this little jam today. It has been too long and I finally gathered the bones of my old beloved horse, Bardot (short for Bardot Del Cardo) from where I had pulled them out of the compost. (Yes, we composted a horse, but that's another story). It has also been a while since a song has staggered into my house like this. I didn't have time to stop and write a song today. I also didn't have time to ride my beautiful gelding, Django (short for Fuego Salvaja) up the dirt road but I did that too. It's a jazzy jam. Soft and smooth and a little different for me. 

BARDOT'S BONES

Bardot Del Cardo in the ground below
Fuego Salvaja in the falling snow
Dos spanish horses in my heart and soul go--
1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4

Guapa! Cada loco con su tema!
My beautiful boy, my beautiful girl
Bardot's bones will carry me home
When I return to spend some more of my time with you.

Tú eres mi corazón
I pour my wine into the snow
The beat is fine, your body's gone
the apple tree will live and grow

on Bardot's bones