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Here’s a newish song that I just recorded.

LYRICS
It wasn’t love at first sight,
Nor love at first taste or smell.
But I’ve grown to love you and only you,
A day without you is a day in hell.

‘Cause I love you, I want you, I need you…

Running thru my veins,
Propping up my brain,
I cannot abstain from you.

Running thru my veins,
Propping up my brain,
I cannot abstain from you.

You’re the only one in my cup.
You’re the best part of waking up.
You’re good to the last drop.
There’s not a chance I will ever stop …

You …
‘Cause I love you, I want you, I need you…

Running thru my veins,
Propping up my brain,
I cannot abstain from you.

Running thru my veins,
Propping up my brain,
I cannot abstain from you.

‘Cause I love you … You … You …. You.

INFO:
Written by me in 2011 for a Steve Dawson songwriting class at Old Town School (the assignment: “Write a sincere love song”).
Voice, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Keyboards played and recorded by me with GarageBand.
My first time trying to play and record real drums!

Here’s my tribute to MCA, Adam Yauch using some of my favorite rhymes from him.

WORDS:

My name is MCA, I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is to bust a move

like a lemon to a lime a lime to the lemon
i sip the def ale with, all the fly women

I’ve got more rhymes than I have got grey hairs,
and that’s a lot because I’ve got my share.

No one really knows what i’m talking about,
yeah that’s right my name’s Yauch!
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So like a pimp I’m pimpin, I got a boat to eat shrimp in.
Nothing wrong with my leg I’m just B-boy limpin.

A puppet on a string I’m paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing ……. I’m
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be peakin’ or freakin’, but I rock well.

Now my name is M.C.A. I’ve got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is it’s time to get ill

I’m The M To The C To The A And It’s A Must
The Rhymes That We Bust On The Topic On Lust

I go on. til the break of dawn.
mowin down mc’s like im mowin the lawn
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Well I’m as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You’ve got the rhyme and reason, but no cause.
Well if you’re hot to trot, you think you’re slicker than grease,
I’ve got news for you crews, you’ll be sucking like a leech

What’s Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk
True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk

If you try to knock me you’ll get mocked
I’ll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees’ll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock

My name is MCA, I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is to bust a move
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And This Is Me Y’All, I M.C. Y’All
My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please Y’All

I Want To Say a Little Something That’s Long Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And Sisters And the Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End

no one really knows what i’m talking about,
yeah that’s right my name’s Yauch!

Just recorded a sketch version of a song that I wrote for Steve Dawson‘s class at Old Town School this week.

Check it:

Written after I read this: http://tribune.com.pk/story/353562/400-pound-gorilla-escapes-bites-zookeeper-at-buffalo-zoo/

LYRICS

Facing my captor…
Eye to eye.
I bite that woman…
On her thigh

Never known freedom
Until today
Don’t know what to do or …
What to say

Hey freaked out people, why…
so uptight?
I’m just running downtown, gonna
party tonight.

Prowling the scene with
Vincent Gallo …
It is ladies night, in …
Buffalo.

(I feel a) sting on my back, I’m
seeing butterflies.
All warm and fuzzy, I’ve been…
tranquilized.

Back in my cage, it’s…
not so bad.
Three meals a day, but oh…….
the fun…. i coulda had.

I’ve been chugging along creating new music this year, but I haven’t been as public about it the past few months. I’ll make an exception for today

In Ukranian traditional folklore, the Domovyk is the house spirit, also called khoziain, or master of the house. I wrote and recorded this guitar instrumental specifically for the Kickstarter video for Sticks and Bones: Issue 1 – Home Is Where the Hearth Is. The project is for a comic book created by Valya Dudycz Lupescu and artist Madeline C. Matz. You should totally fund it!

Anyway, here’s the first draft of the song!:

The Domovyk’s Lament by Rob Lambert

LYRICS below.

LYRICS:

Well, the end times are here,
May as well have a beer…
We’ve had a good run,
But we’ll all disappear… Tomorrow.

It’s the end of the road,
And the seeds that we sowed,
Will be forgotten …
When the sky implodes…. Tomorrow.

At least I don’t have to do
That performance review
for my soul-sucking job
That’s long over-due… Tomorrow.

But we better prepare,
for the place upstairs.
Let’s say our prayers,
and hope we go there, Tomorrow.

It’s the end of the world, As we know it, And I feel fine.
I stole that line for ….. “Tomorrow”.

Today is the greatest day I have ever known,
We’ve got tonight, who….. needs………………
Tomorrow…..

Well, the news got it wrong
This is not our swan song.
We’re gonna make it,
A whole lot longer than Tomorrow

So what shall we do,
Now that we are not through
When the sun shines on,
The morning dew… Tomorrow?

Let’s order breakfast in bed,
And then instead,
Of going to work, let’s
Rejoice we’re not dead…
All … day …… Tomorrow

(c)2011 Rob Lambert

Last week, I bought a mandolin at Old Town School of Folk Music, stopping at Taco Bell on the way home where I heard TLC’s “Waterfalls”. The song stuck in my head, so when I got home, I learned 4 chords and did this… Stick with it, there’s a VERY SPECIAL guest who joins me for the rap part!

In honor of the supposed upcoming Snowpacolypse, thought I’d share a relevant recently written song Lyrics below the video!

LYRICS:
During morning coffee & toast
I was dreaming about the west coast
And trying to think of reasons we should stay…

…Here in this morbid cold
And when I saw that bread mold
(It) was a sign that today was the day

I know it sounds cliche
But I see no reason to delay…

Let’s just sell our shit and move away-ayyyyyyyyy.

I don’t care if it is fool’s gold.
This state is getting old,
… like a dirty ashtray.

Who cares where, let’s just go west,
Illinois makes me depressed.
Let’s sell our shit and move away.

I know it sounds cliche
But I see no reason to delay…

Let’s just sell our shit and move away-ayyyyyyyy.

move away-ayyyyyyyyy
move away-ayyyyyyyyy
move away-ayyyyyyyyy

(c)2011 Rob Lambert

I come in from a cold walk with the dogs and put water on the stove to make some tea. I’m listening to the Tallest Man on Earth song “Pistol Dreams”. I’m glued to the song. I pull up the lyrics and listen again. And then I pull up Molly Robison’s version on YouTube and listen to that.

Something feels wrong, but I ignore it. I’m somewhat mesmerized by this song.

I’m reading the lyrics as Molly sings it.

“So deep into the orchard, you will stumble on the skin of snakes. So let me know your nerves, we’ll lose the road. And I will boil the curtains to extract the drugs of springtime, but the unicorn it stirs up as a mule.”

What is he talking about?

Something really feels terribly wrong.

I look up and there’s a flickering orange and yellow glow coming from the kitchen.

I run to the stove. My tea pot is on fire. Bad. Oh shit. Big fire.

I turn the burner off.

“Wait… you can’t throw water on the stove … or can you? That’s just for a grease fire.”

I fill a pan with water and throw it on the fire. Smoke fills the air and the fire half goes out. But it half doesn’t go out.

I grab the burning teapot with an oven mitt and move it to the counter onto a dirty plate. The teapot is still burning a little. The burner is quite a bit still on fire.

I fill two more pans with water and put the fires all the way out.

The stench of smoke and burning plastic fills the house.

Man, the ancient white curtains in our kitchen could’ve easily caught fire and then … oh man oh man.  Wow, it would’ve been embarrassing to let the firefighters see our house in the state that it is in!

Thank God I caught it on time.

Moral of the story:

Kids, don’t fill the electric kettle with water and put it on a lit burner on the gas stove to make your tea. That’s not how those things work!

After fighting the fire for what seemed like 15 minutes (it was probably more like 2 minutes), I returned to the super-smokey dining room. And shining through the smoke, there was the glow of Molly Robison‘s face and guitar coming out of my computer screen and she was *still* singing “I Said, Throw Me In The Fire Now, Come On!” Surreal.

Seasons Greetings!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Bad Day at the Circus!

Initial sketch of a new silly ditty (a Zamboni-themed song was requested by @Valya). LYRICS below the video!

LYRICS
I drive my Zamboni to work
I drive my Zamboni to school
I drive my Zamboni to the bank clerk.
If you saw my Zamboni, you would drool.

I drive my Zamboni to Starbucks
I drive my Zamboni to Chipotle
I drive my Zamboni to get my yucks,
My Zamboni and I like to play croquet

Me and my Zamboni
Me and my Zamboni

I drive my Zamboni to New York
I drive my Zamboni to L.A.,
My Zamboni listens to Bjork,
And anything by Marvin Gaye.

I drive my Zamboni to Petsmart
I drive my Zamboni to the zoo
If my Zamboni ever fell apart,
I do not know what I would do.

Me and my Zamboni
Me and my Zamboni

I wish I could snuggle with my Zamboni in bed
Sometimes I just sleep on top of it, instead

Me and my Zamboni
Me and my Zamboni