My Only Friend. Hey this is a shout out to an extraordinary music aficionado. I have going to the following website for over a year for new music. https://bbbatez.wordpress.com/ Bbbatez always has the good tunes. Thank for turning me on to the Bad//Dreems.
Isolation. Alrighty then, here comes the interactive portion of the show. For 100 points and a chance at the bonus round, who initially wrote and performed this tune?
Couldn’t Be Done. (the lyrics are somewhat like this, not necessarily in order) I was told it couldn’t be done and I am dumb. I am an angel playing god and despised. I am what I make. No good No good No good I am no god.
Staring at the Sun. I want to take a minute and make a comment that bares little relation to the cover song. I am heartened and amazed by the creative bunch of Poets, Musicians, Painters, Photographers, and all around Artists that I get to discover every single day here on WordPress. It is as if I am glancing into the souls of strangers. Sometimes I imagine everyone in the whole world have a psyche that screams out. I would never know it. […]
Seether. Okay, fair warning! This is a 1990’s punk song. It was performed by an all riot-girl group from nearby Chicago. I saw the group in Bloomington at a club called Second Story in that time period. It was written, I believe, by a lady named Kim Deal. So, legend has it that Kim wanted to sing about female anger. She believed she couldn’t describe really blatantly the rage women feel, therefore elected to call the emotion “Seether.” Odd that I do […]
Crumblin’ Down. Having a moment of serious creative doubt.
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For. Hey, if anyone finds it, mail it to my Post Office Box. Thank, damn thing has been missing for quite awhile, and nobody believes me. Ah well…
Street Fightin’ Man! Stones. Nuff’ Said.
Spark! So considering my last post, I asked myself, What shall I give the family for Christmas? Being deviant in mind, I devised to make a Pandora’s Box for my loved ones. Problem being, I opened it. Raining all types of hell upon myself. The result is my cover of this song.
Anti-Xmas. Lyrics (written in 1996, revamped just now) I’ve got nothing to give you (x3) Can’t give you what I don’t have to let go Save it, I’ll let you know I reap the seeds that I sow Why do I feel so low cuz..? I’ve got nothing to give you (x3) I won’t scream ‘cuz you can’t hear The words I’ve found so dear And I wonder why you are not here. I don’t understand. I’ve got nothing to give you […]
Just One Drink? Time for everyone’s internet sobriety test. Don’t let friends surf impaired. It is one’s civic duty.
Together. How many of you would like fries with your cheesy song? Do you wanna “to-go” sack ? Paper or Plastic?
Artist- Ted Giffin - Musician 