Hello Soul WORDS & MUSIC: C. Konyu A leaf, pink picture. Deep within the borders. Of a maple frame. Surrounding northern towns. There’s a potluck party. Everyone’s invited. And there’s little doubt. We’ll all get along. Bleeding infrared. On this scared afternoon. I’d be a hermit. But, they have feelings, too. Loons swim circles. Around and ‘round the pond. ‘Cause life is simple. In this infallible home. Sideways bear. Walks alone and eats alone. Finds company. Only when it comes. Boredom tree. Lost its arms too soon. You wake up real. Or wake up dead cartoon. Then he starts illustrating. Us with pencil. The line is drawn. All light and dark from here. Beyond the trail. In between the borders. There’s a beaver hiding. All his souvenirs. Unseen. Untouched. Unheard. Undeniably there. Unseen. Untouched. Unheard. Undeniably scared. Unseen. Untouched. Unheard. Undeniably there. Never. Sometimes. Sometimes. Always there, somewhere. CK: Rhythm Guitar, Lead Vocal PB: Lead Guitar GS: Bass, Backing Vocal SS: Drums, Organ, Backing Vocal Worms
WORDS & MUSIC: C. Konyu One day the sun came up. And everything died. While trees burned. A life began for you and I. (SIC) Still no mention of worms. That chew the earth as it turns. Still no mention of worms. I smell rain. And then the lightning strikes. Read the news. And then I’m up all night. (SICK) Still no mention of worms. That chew the earth as it turns. Still no mention of worms. Cross-eyed. Mosquitoes. Hovering. For the last. Drip-drop of blood. From me. From me. From me. In a language. Fit for flies. That feel the. Start of it. And the end of it. The same. The same. The same. I’ve seen lots. To know that some don’t see. Enough of the things. They really see. Still no mention of worms. That chew the earth as it turns. Still no mention of worms. CK: Rhythm Guitar, Lead Vocal PB: Lead Guitar GS: Bass, Backing Vocal SS: Drums, Backing Vocal Burnt Island Lake
WORDS & MUSIC: C. Konyu Paddled my words. Through Algonquin Park. Paddled ‘til the white turned dark. My words on a spit. Burning the shit away. Burned until my words turned dark. ‘Cause darkness is truth. And the honesty soothes. In the headspace of Algonquin Park. My words are the earth. That the wind wills to burn. ‘Til my words turn the wind to dark. CK: Rhythm Guitar, Lead Vocal PB: Lead Guitar GS: Bass, Saxophone SS: Drums, Backing Vocal TG: Trumpet, Trombone Lullaby (For A Moose In A Jar)
WORDS & MUSIC: C. Konyu Good night. You know it’s past your turn. Good night. Undo the things you’ve learned. Nothing matters but the wind. From golden face to whiskered chin. With grizzlies crossed and lions glazed. Tomorrow is and still remains. Good night. You know it’s past your turn. Good night. Undo the things you’ve learned. Nothing matters but the wind. From northern pole to south within. As birds trespass this turquoise brain. Tomorrow is and still remains. Good night. You know it’s past your turn. Good night. Undo the things you’ve learned. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. CK: Rhythm Guitar, Lead Vocal PB: Lead Guitar GS: Bass, Backing Vocal SS: Drums, Piano, Backing Vocal Spooning Noise From A Moose In A Jar: All songs written and arranged by Craig Konyu. Produced by Craig Konyu, Dean Marino and Jay Sad at Chemical Sound Studio. Mastered by Tim Branton at Joao Carvalho Mastering. © 2007 Squirrel Pieces Music. |