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An exploration of songs and songwriting via the music of Scott Simpson and Dancin' Moon Studio of Spearfish Canyon in the Black Hills of South Dakota
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Friday Nov 22, 2019
Friday Nov 22, 2019
Featured song from 2018's A. Dream LP
Trumpfunk
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Got a megaphone in my hand
I'm the biggest-league influence in the land
Im the best there's ever been, my rating-numbers
Show my fingers and my brain don't ever slumber
Just me alone on my golden throne
Throwing White House shade like a Twitter drone
I call em names, then dot, dot, dot
I make em wait for my next big thought...
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Morning trend:
take in a little Fox and Friends
It all depends
On what they say about the Dems,
then tweet!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Is just his starting gear, you see...
Intelligence, an over-rated
Emphasis...
just tweet!
Who knew what I could do
One-forty Trumps taps and I can make it come true
Then my cabinet crew, they better push it on through
Cause anything else we're gonna call fake news.
When I unleash my massive Twitter storm
You can watch the Dems and pundits swarm
To try and figure out next, what I might say...
About the Rocket Man or Covfefe.
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Featured song from 2018's Gravitate LP
Ballad of Donald
One day old Donald
He was chewin' on a Big Mac
Up in the tower like a golden haired nic-nac
Jr said pops you gotta take on the big time
Donald said, yes... but not on my dime!
Not on my dime!
Not on my dime!
So he worked out a presidential
Escalator scene
Just to launch his plan to burn through
Some public green
Said something bout some rapists
And a southern wall
And won a ticket to the White House
From the whitest folks of all!
The whitest folks of all!
The whitest folks of all!
Yeah, I’m cleaning up the dump—
Not worried ‘bout subpoenas
Evangelicals are pumped
I’ll ship the aliens to Venus
Got the Democrats stumped
With presidential obsceneness
I’m Donald J. Trump
And the J. stands for Jenius.
He launched a Twitter-fied spat
With the Rocket Man
Emptied bureau offices
All across the land
Said the coal would flow
But the solar he’d tax
Don’t need no science
When you’re making up the facts.
Yeah makin’ up facts...
Alternative facts.
Now he wants a parade
To show off his tanks
He’d improve his image more
With a new set of Spanx
Now he owes the House Republicans
A big old thanks
For the war on intelligence
Instead of Russian banks.
What Russian banks?
Oh yeah, thanks!
Yeah, I’m cleaning up the dump—
Not worried ‘bout subpoenas
Evangelicals are pumped
I’ll ship the aliens to Venus
Got the Democrats stumped
With presidential obsceneness
I’m Donald J. Trump
And the J. stands for Jenius.
Yeah, I’m cleaning up the dump—
Not worried ‘bout subpoenas
Evangelicals are pumped
I’ll ship the aliens to Venus
Got the Democrats stumped
With presidential obsceneness
I’m Donald J. Trump
And the J. stands for Jenius.
Featured song from 2018's A. Dream LP
A. Dream
January twenty, the nightmare began
The seeds of destruction just waiting for a hand
To cast them out—not a great big hand
Just one on a man who could stand in the curtains and
Toss red meat to his Alt Right peeps who were
Lookin' ...for some Fatherland or a slight of hand
From a backwards, armband, reprimand
Of every stand that was taken by the man in the
Office before him—
They're gonna Louis Lamore him,
Gonna Viet Nam war him…
Anything-good-that-was-done-before him
Is gonna be ripped from the core, then
The corporations sucking up the gravy will adore him—
As this fake-news, breakthrough, debutes his snake-moves.
And how about the words you spewed in the campaign?
Inhumane as acid rain…
Making light of the pain you've left in your wake
Like Champaign and no emergency brake, or making
Capital Gains on a cholera outbreak...
You can't hide sewage with a handful of Tic Tacs
Or play Casanova with pussy-grab attacks
Try to hide it, override it like every time you even tried it
She lied—it wasn't you, it's all a lie, a sigh, a spy who must've
Faked a dossier or leaked some hearsay…
It couldn't be the women's accusations— your
Qualifications set you far above the allegations,
Destract ‘em with some deportations ‘til you run out
The Statute Of Limitations…
Where is the love? Where is the honesty?
Where is the hope that used to be?
Where? Where has it gone?
Call em names-- crooked, cryin', liddle, lyin'
Rocket man and Pocahontas
while you stand there looking jaundiced,
Laugh, then wash your hands like Pontius...
Call collusion an illusion-- a fusion
You gotta get some kinda truth infusion
cause a lie on a lie on a lie on a lie
only sticks an inch-long needle in everybody's eye
Surround yourself with Bannon, Kushner, Flynn
Ivanka, Sarah, Steven Miller, Kelly Anne...
Its like a swimmin' pool full of bathtub gin--
No "swamp" just a cesspool full of lyin' grins
Get your justice from your puppet Sessions
To cover all those indisgressions--
EPA, Education, Interior, State Department,
Shrinking government for your own enlargement...
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
It's broke! Hear him screamin' in his high chair.
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
Bonus Video Playlist Link: 2017's
Friday Nov 15, 2019
Friday Nov 15, 2019
Featured song from 2008's Black Hills Dirt EP
Mile 52 Blues
Well, a hundred miles is a long, long ride
A hundred miles is a long long ride
Ain’t no place that you can hide.
A hundred miles is a long long ride
Yeah but I’m ridin’ in the sun,
I’m just ridin’ in the sun.
I’m passin’ mile 21
I’m just ridin’, ridin’ ridin’ in the sun.
Well there’s so much that you can see
There’s so much you can see
At mile 33…
There’s so much, so much so much that you can see.
I’m just glad that I’m alive,
I’m just glad I’m alive.
Here at mile 45
I’m just glad that I’m alive, alive, alive…
Yeah, yeah… I’m at mile 45…
(instrumental)
Now’s the time to get the blues…
Now’s the time to get the blues,
Just at mile 52, yeah,
Now’s the time, the time, the time to get the blues
Here at mile 52
Here at mile 52
Now’s the time now’s the time to get the blues
Here at mile 52
Mile 52
Mile 52
Get the blues…
Mile 52
52…
Now now watcha gonna do?
Here at 52 I got the blues
Mile 52…
Watcha gonna do? (long fade)
Friday Nov 08, 2019
Friday Nov 08, 2019
Featured song from 2001's Topo: Acoustic Landscapes LP
Featured song from 2017's Two Weeks in April LP
Almost Lost (instrumental)
Friday Nov 01, 2019
Friday Nov 01, 2019
Featured song from 2008's RED EP
Gently
The poet said that life was just a dream.
He was talking to me.
The poet said that life was like a stream.
He was talking to me.
And so you row your boat
on gently down the stream
even when
you think you're gonna scream
because you know
that life is just a dream.
Well, Jack and Jill were best of friends.
He would follow her and she would follow him
anywhere...
up the hill, they were thirsty.
But Jacky lost his footing
and tumbled down the hill.
Right behind him
came his Jill.
They went up thirsty,
they're thirsty still.
They're thirsty still.
Little boy, why do you look so blue?
It seems to me you've got nothin' to do
but dream...
sleep, and dream of sheep.
The sheep are in the meadow,
the cows are in the corn.
All the people
seem so forlorn.
So leave your dreams,
come blow your horn,
come blow your horn.
And so you row your boat
on gently down the stream
even when
you think you're gonna scream
because you know
that life is just a dream.
Friday Oct 25, 2019
Friday Oct 25, 2019
Featured song from 2012's The Long View LP
As We Are Known
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face…
I always see reflections:
This mirror right in front of me
I always see reflections,
Oh, to be known
And to know…
(instrumental)
I always see reflections:
This mirror right in front of me
I always see reflections,
Oh, to be known
And to know…
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face to face, as we are known. Know
Face to face
Face…
Friday Oct 18, 2019
Friday Oct 18, 2019
Featured song from 2008's Nothing Knew LP
Nothing Knew
Nothing knew I’d fall again
Nothing knew the bitter end
Nothing saw me safely home
Knew I’d find myself all alone
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…
Nothing healed my broken mind
Nothing was a good friend of mine
Nothing stings like alcohol
Nothing echoes down the hall
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing knew… Nothing knew..
Nothing always speaks the truth
Nothing stopped old mister Booth
Nothing feeds the hungry children
Nothing pacifies this war we’re building
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing comes between us
Nothing knew… Nothing knew…
Nothing gained, Nothing lost
Nothing heads off the next Holocaust
Nothing knew the bitter end
Nothing knew I’d fall again…
"Closet" Studio in Grand Junction, CO
Friday Oct 11, 2019
Friday Oct 11, 2019
Featured song from 2012's Nebraska Catfish LP
Midwest Town
In a Midwest town
when the winter comes you never see the ground;
see the children spill onto the street
for the wind to scatter like autumn leaves.
Take yourself to a small cafe,
and have a cup of coffee with your toast today.
Hear the farmers talkin' politics
with their leather hands and brown toothpicks.
Yeah...
she's comin' in big slow flakes
to touch your face---
best watch out,
she'll be driftin' above your neck
in no time
In a Midwest town
by the interstate--- hear the semi-sound.
Hear it droning in the air at night
just beneath the geese in flight.
And they spread their gracious wings
in the night-blind sky they begin to sing.
There you are--- safe and sound
in a Midwest town you can never be found.
They'll never find you there.
People leave their doors unlocked---
go for walks at three-in-the-morning
in a Midwest town.
In a Midwest town
people go to church without their heads held down.
In a Midwest town
you can raise your kids with their feet on the ground.
You can go down to the Tastee Freeze
or go swingin' in the park--- whatever you please.
You can listen to the creek in a springtime thaw,
steal a porchswing kiss--- anything at all.
Find your love in a Midwest town...
You can find your love in a Midwest town...
Found my love in Nebraska…
Found my love in Nebraska…
Found my love in Nebraska…
Found my love in Nebraska…
Friday Oct 04, 2019
Friday Oct 04, 2019
Featured song from 2013's Edge of the Known LP
Who Sings This Song?
Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
Who owns this land?
Who owns this land?
Who owns this land?
Who took it from these hands?
Who built this fence?
Who built this fence?
Who built this fence?
Who's been in and who's been out ever since?
Who broke the peace?
Who broke the peace?
Who broke the peace?
When's this occupation ever gonna cease?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
How loud we gonna sing it, and how long?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
Who sings this song?
How loud we gonna sing it, and how long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long?
How long?
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
Click to view Who Sings This Song? Music Video
Friday Sep 27, 2019
Friday Sep 27, 2019
Featured song from 2014's Do Not Rush the Dawn LP
Bugsy
She’s right there by my head
It’s not a double, it’s a queen-sized bed.
She’s got a funny little snore
when she sleeps
and a little black nose to sniff out
the secrets that she keeps.
It don’t matter how my day
ducked and dodged me,
she’s right there with her
warm little body.
I sit down, she’s up in my lap
licking off my worries
‘til she curls up for a nap.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
It’s real, you’re an
understated party…
it don’t matter if we’re early
or we’re tardy.
You sniff out love
and you jump up for a treat.
You get so excited
you can’t stay on your feet.
Oh Bugsy girl, come on up here,
let me whisper in your ear…
You know I love you Bugsy,
Bugsy girl…Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Now some things in life
have their price,
you plunk down your change
and you think that’s nice,
but there’re some friendships
that just can’t be bought,
they’re freely given and they’re
freely sought.
Me, I love the furry kind
a little cold on the nose
and waggly on the behind.
Yeah little Bugsy’s just as
good as they get.
I ain’t seen none that could
match her yet, no.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
It’s real, you’re an
ankle-high army—
I see you coming and you
always disarm me.
I’ve got to smile when you
run that way,
your legs like springs
when the big dogs play.
Well, you sniff at the flowers
and you chew at the grass;
you never let a single
morsel pass.
You’ve got a hunger
just puts me to shame.
makes me happy just to speak
your name.
Bugsy, won’t you come up here
let me whisper in your ear…
You know I love you Bugsy,
Bugsy girl…
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl
you’ve got my heart,
I’ve got the whole wide world.
See, there ain’t no judgment
in your wide-open eyes,
you take what’s given
and you tell no lies.
Bugsy, Bugsy, Bugsy girl.
Friday Sep 20, 2019
Friday Sep 20, 2019
Featured song from 2011's No Standing LP
Kick It
I was born
With a stubbornness inside,
if you close that door,
I’m gonna kick it open,
Kick it open wide, Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah…
Back in first grade, old Mrs. Nielson
Pulled me close, said, “How does it feel son
To be taking up space and time,
‘Cause you’re wasting yours and you’re wasting mine.”
So I learned what I should not do,
What I could not do,
What I would not do;
And I learned that, whatever they said,
I’d rather be dead than keep it in my head.
They said, “Here is the line.”
I was already somewhere else doing something else,
And calling it mine.
They said, “You need a ticket.”
I said, “Then stand aside—it’ll open wide
‘Cause I’m gonna kick it.”
Yeah-Yeah…
Too many people these days
Walking around in a pitiful haze.
Everybody’s full of doubt, they can’t get out--
Too afraid to shout.
You never know what the boundaries are
‘til you see how far you can push that bar.
You’ll find yourself defined by the corporate mind
and the bottom line.
They say, “Stay in your place.”
I say, “I’m movin’ on; I’ll see you there
At the end of this race.”
They say, “You don’t get to pick it.”
I say, “Then set ‘er up straight and make it look great,
Cause I’m gonna kick it.”
I was born
With a stubbornness inside,
if you close that door,
I’m gonna kick it open,
Kick it open wide, Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah…
I’m gonna kick it, I’m gonna kick it…
I was born…
But not yesterday.