1. |
Music Bug
02:43
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Music bug, music bug
Catch him, he’s a wonder drug
When they ask give a shrug
I’m laid up with the music bug
Music bug’s in your feet
Music bug put’s on the heat
Fever no, sonnet and suite
You’ll sweat this bug ‘til your next downbeat
Catch the bug you’ll laugh and cry
Catch the bug you’ll get so high
Slapping rhythm on your thigh
Melody in full supply
Music bug plays the lute
Music bug plays the flute
Music bug is never mute
Music bug just likes to toot
It can sing, it can play
It can carry you away
Catch the music bug and prey
Your cash will hold an-other day
Some don’t like the constant hum
Some prefer silent glum
Catch the bug you must succumb
No going back where you came from
Music bug, music bug
Catch him, he’s a wonder drug
When they ask give a shrug
I’m laid up with the music bug
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2. |
Asilomar
03:26
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3. |
Light & Shadow
03:37
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Sequins slink
Darkness falls
Cupcake dancers fill the halls
Bathroom trysts
Barroom fights
Don’t care where I spend my nights
So long avoiding Satan’s sights
Help the poor
Collect a perk
Soldiers sent to do the work
Guns and steel
Take your stand
Peace and justice through the land
Winning ticket’s cash in hand
Looking for peace
Preparing for war
Can we outrun pain
Expecting more?
Light ‘n shadow
Enter right
Two foot drivers
Just sit tight
Sunday brunch
Gossips prowl
Choices judged by screeching owl
Holy water
Soothes the mind
Lunching ladies all aligned
Against the horrors of mankind
Big top tent
Magic show
All illusion don’t you know
You and I
Just the same
Care to win this grand card game?
You play yours I’ll lay my claim
Chorus
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4. |
Comrades
04:21
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Old man fear’s ten feet tall,
Thinks he’s small, thin as all,
Old man fear’s ten feet tall,
Foil wraps his head,
Filled with thoughts of dread.
Lady sorrow dressed in black,
She looks back, down the track,
Lady sorrow dressed in black,
Sunlight she sees not,
Only baggage brought.
Young man haste has no time,
In his prime, spare no dime,
Young man haste has no time,
No concern or care,
Off to who knows where.
Down, down, down,
Comrades take me down,
Down, down, down,
Purge me of the past,
Phoenix rising fast.
Mother worry wrings her hands,
Doorway stands, cropland scans,
Mother worry wrings her hands,
Mouth drawn thin and tight,
Knuckles hard and white.
Daughter anger makes a scene,
She’s fifteen, mouth obscene,
Daughter anger makes a scene,
Pushes love away,
Welcomes foe and fray.
Chorus
Thought we’d break,
Those that we were,
Might forget,
Memories that made us,
Perhaps become,
Too perfect to be loved,
Time marches on,
Old clothes must be traded.
Verse 1
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5. |
Unexpected Waltz
03:09
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6. |
Rough 9 6
03:35
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Laurel Thomsen California
Classically trained violinist/violist Laurel Thomsen performs, composes, and records across a variety of genres. She enjoys adding depth and emotion to the music of songwriters and has a knack for creating infectious melodies. A private lessons teacher since 1996, and since 2009, online via Skype, Laurel is also the creator and host of the Violin Geek Podcast, and an author for Strings magazine. ... more
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