Weh Yeh Gon

This one is based on an old Hawaiian song of mourning. The words are untranslatable, though the format of the song is a wish to be some inanimate object somewhere far away rather than experiencing some great sadness. American sailors thought the islanders were singing "Where you gone?" as they lamented the arrival of the white man. My blues are more pedestrian, though they would work in a canoe or kayak as well. 

 

I'm unsure whether Santa Fe has beaches, but it sure sounds like a place with beaches and I needed that "waves of Santa Fe" interior rhyme, so now Santa Fe has waves. Let me know if I'm right! I guess I could look it up, but I prefer the mystery. 

If you like this song, you can get it for free HERE. 

Want to lift me out of my mournful state? Buy me an all expense paid trip to Hawaii! Or donate to the cause.

Tired

Started writing this one when my buddies Eppie and Choz were in town. Fun guys, but the body can't party the way it used to do. 

This song will be radically reinvented, or at least tweaked to an interesting degree, on my upcoming album ...And Now THIS.



You'll have to pay for that, probably, but this version you can get for FREE!

You should down load this track for free HERE.

You know what makes me tired? Working my day job! Make me rich!

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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Darkness Has Taken Hold of Me

I've worked an alternate version of this song for children, since I think they'd like all the scatting, called "Monkeys Have Taken Hold of Me." What it lacks in the dark/light contrast it makes up for in the lack of dark/light contrast. Though the monkeys do eat me. I hope the scatting is not too corny. I like to scat. Might have gone over the top with all the boyzeeboop, but it's all in service of happy heartbreak.




You can download a free copy of this song HERE.

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Summer's Gone

This is the end, if it's finished. Of course, if you're following along chronologically, as I'm doing while constructing this alblogum*™, it comes first.

It's the obvious bookend to a series of songs which begins (or ends) with "Summer's On." This is another (another? I don't see any other songs yet!) one from the Fat Baby September '13 show. Actually started the show with it, as the entire show was an answer to the Augustine show (More to come on that) so again, the first shall be last.

Unfortunately due to technical difficulties, we never got a sound recording of this one to share. We do have this lovely video though:




If I remember, I'll record it at some future date and share that song here. Let's see if I don't forget.

Thanks for listening! I hope you like the songs. I love them! I also love you, or at least I try to, in that love everyone kind of way, as opposed to the personal, creepy kind. Both are hard, and both worthwhile. I'm hoping my songs are a way to love the world, as opposed to just myself, though the whole thing is self centered, though all expression is isn't it? Yet we need it, at least the good stuff. I'm saying that my self has worth, and sharing what I think is my best creation.I'd say that's all any of us can do, but in fact we should all do more. Help the poor.

Also, help artists! If you agree these songs have worth, help the guy creating them!

Thanks.

Love,

Dan