Se7en

A love song! Warning, this does contain spoilers if you have not seen the movies Se7en or The Usual Suspects. I was going to have the background in the accompanying picture be green or an image of grass to suggest the final scene of the movie but it lost the sense of menace and simplicity, so I kept it this sinister plum. 




As far as the song goes, it was easy enough to know out once I got the concept. The kids seem to like it. 

What's in the box? A free song!

You should download it for free HERE. 

 

I realize it's a very mixed message to offer free songs and then ask for donations, but I mean to give the songs away, and hope that someone comes across me and decides, "Hey, this is creative person who should be sponsored." It's like NPR, only I can't do pledge week. Hopefully a lot of people will get free songs and someone will give me a million dollars. Or ten. Or se7en!

Settle

The Girl liked the song, but didn't like the sentiment. Doesn't like me putting myself down. I envision it as a duet, which might help take the edge off. Two sad-sacks saying they're no good for the other, isn't that love? 

I'm pleased (aren't I always so pleased with myself? I could do better.) about the chord progression. There's some kind of semi-sustained chord for a second. Very singer-songwritery of me. 




You're gonna have to settle for FREE.

You should download this song HERE. 

ALSO very singer songwritery of me, I'm broke! If you have money to support, donate! Thanks.

Summer's Gone Program

It’s a well known fact that the second half of the hourglass runs through twice as fast as the first. Hourglass sands come from beaches, and that is why our shorelines are receding. Not only does it bring the ocean rushing in, but it also lowers the sky, which is why the sun sets earlier. This leads to depression and seasonal sickness. I recommend fish oil and vitamin  C. They work for me, though I’m also a believer in the power of placebos. I also believe in the power of gazebos, though like gravity, it is the weakest of the four fundamental forces. I’ve got to say, for such a weak force, it can have a doozy of an effect on a body. The four undemental forces are placebos, gazebos, prayers and promises. None can stave off Autumn.

Beach sand is made from broken down baby's teeth, which is why time bites. These are the facts people, and it’s a known fact that facts are 60% fat. You can try to burn it off, but it still goes to your hips. They  call them love handles but you can’t handle love, though you can candle it, though the fat in the candle wax burns an oily black. Once again I recommend vitamin C and fish oil. The C stands for candle and the fish oil is for oily black, which would be the name of a sailer in a book I’m never going to write. I’ve got a library full. Oily Black is the opposite of Ahab; he refuses to share his fire or search for whales. It turns out he can’t swim, or sail for that matter, and his name isn’t Oily Black it’s Sandy Beaches, but his time is running out.

You see how I tied it all together? You see how I  didn’t? I don’t tie knots I tangle threads and sometimes I tangle yarns and sometimes kittens run out and play with it, but I haven’t seen the kittens in a while. Perhaps they’ve turned to cats or perhaps they’ve turned to unicorns. Impossible you say? What, you didn’t say that? Well I heard someone say something, at some point. My point is that you can’t spell can’t without cat. n’ the n’ is all that remains. Of course n’ is always bringing along a friend, which is a nice way to go, if you don’t mind company. Which is why I always keep live dynamite strapped to my chest. I lit it one time, and it turned out only to be love candles, lit from both ends. There was a lot of oily smoke (A gambler character from a series of books I never wrote) and melted wax that left me with second degree burns, though it felt a lot warmer than that. Must have been measured in Celsius. Far n’ height is how I measure the weather, and it’s a tall storm a few miles away.

--Dan Kilian

Note: This was the program from my show at Fat Baby 9/29/13. I think like six people showed, leading me to my decision that it is time to retire from live performance.  

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Daddy Was a Conman

My Dad wasn't a conman! He was an upstanding fellow, quite earnest. Sometimes the joke of the song is just how big a whopping lie it is. I may be a conman, but not my Dad. I think I wrote this on the piano, forgot how to play it, then figured it out differently on the guitar. I'm pleased that it communicates a couple specific grafts in two verses and a couple more in the bridge. 



Psst! Want a free song?

You can download it for free HERE. 

Now that I've bought your trust with a free song, let's see if I can grift you out of some dough. If you feel like a mark, donate now!

Pennies From Hell

So I intend to put together a band which will also appear in a youtube Soap Opera, called Pennies From Hell. Knew I'd need a title song, came up with this. It's based on a short story I wrote for a band program. Hot pennies up from the ground. In the soap opera they'll be a drug delivery system.




I wanted to say "...Hanging out on building tops/you want it to end but it never stops..." because the syllables worked better. Only problem, there's no such thing as "building tops." They're rooftops. Tried to apply my poetic license, but it would have been revoked. So now it's rooftops.

Is it a metaphor for something? Maybe in the bridge.

You don't need any pennies! This song is FREE!

You should download it HERE.

Pennies, dollars, Lamborghinis, whatever you're willing to donate, I'll take it!

Staying All Night Long

Party anthem as warning as crosswise seduction. I think this was the opening number the night I played Freddy's that night. Which belies the whole this is one show called Summer's Gone, but I've given up that game a while ago. Got a bunch of live stuff and here's where I'm sticking it.I'd be more careful about where I stick this, but then I'll lose track, so I'm just doing everything in reverse order, and here we are in the order. Never let the perfect be the enemy of the done!




Sometimes I guess it's called "All Night Long" and sometimes it's "Staying All Night Long" and I'm sure at others it's "I'm Staying All Night Long." I should pick one, and I probably don't want to butt heads with the great Lionel Ritchie.

How you take this song depends on how well you'd receive me turning up ready to stay up all night long, and possibly trying to sleep with you.

You should download this song for free HERE.

I'm asking for money all night long. All the songs are free, but the artist accepts tips!

Chemical Cats

We've had Death's Dog now it's time for the Chemical Cats. I guess since you're probably reading this blogum (Pronounce BLOW-gum, not BLAHgm, so it sounds better) in the reverse order to how I'm writing it, and yes, right now it seems preposterous that anyone is reading this in any order, except that as I listen back to these simple acoustic recordings, I've got to say I like the songs, so conceivably people might want to follow along and read liner notes and watch videos and such, you know, the whole purpose for this blogum, I should say, here are the Chemical Cats, and get ready for Death's Dog!

A jaunty shuffle about my misspent youth. And my misspent young adulthood, and my misspent middle-age. Did I mention that Death's Dog is coming soon?



You should download it by clicking HERE.

If you feel like donating to a struggling artist (me) MEOW's the time!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !

The Money's Running In The Wrong Direction

Here's a rocker. I actually had a situation, after I wrote this song, where I tried to buy a burger at McDonald's and the clerk confused my dirty dime for a penny. I was almost "Hey! I've got a lyric about that!" but I'm starting to learn that complete strangers don't want to hear about my songs.



This song is about money. Ultimately, money is not important. Of course, as Keynes said, "In the long run we're all dead." Until then, the money's tight.

One thing that doesn't cost much?  FREE.

You should get this song for free by clicking HERE.

Get the money running in the right direction! If you've got it, donate!

Drink & Drive

Phil Spectre did the same thing on "I Me Mine" audibly what I did here visually. Took George Harrison's half written song, looped it, and presto, there's a song! Likewise, when the camera ran out of memory half way through this performance, I just looped it.




I've got a whole fantasy where me and Stevie Wonder debate this song on TV, and then become friends.

You don't need to drink and drive anywhere to get this song.

You should download it for free HERE.

Seriously kids, don't drink and drive. Drink and donate!

The Sun

What a great solo by former K Ray Beyda! Still a joy to listen to. This is me trying be David Bowie. This song is bad science: Our sun shall never go Nova, it shall merely peter out and turn into a white dwarf, or something like that. Let me know if I'm wrong.




This song is to be found (or not found) on my "famously" lost album Rain Rain Hail and Rain, recorded with the great Billy Burke at loveless motel studio in rainy California. I hope to get that album released someday.

Until then, you can get this live version for free HERE.

A small donation would make the sun shine for me!

Hologram

Now THIS is a love song! I'm fond of this one. Happy with the guitar riffery, the lyrics, the flow, and the whole classic rock "Maybe I'm Amazed" vibe. I hope it gets to a wider audience before the technology becomes quaint. With the advent of 3D printing and 3D television, we're verging on that territory, but the laser images that brought Princess Leia to Luke Skywalker's attention haven't arrived just yet, so hopefully....


Great to be reunited with The Ks guitarist and good friend Ray Beyda.


You can send yourself a "Hologram" for free by downloading the song HERE.

I've also got a solo acoustic version for you Dan Kilian completists.



You should download it HERE.

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