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Home Recordings

by Dan Jones

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Love Is The Director sometime you give up and float down to the bottom where the leaves pile up with empty cans and bottles just another rock and roll escapee box turtle growing stronger in the dark and waiting for a little spark sometimes you let go and float out to the jetty watch the surfers stand and drop, face down in the foamies rumors of an impressive shark precede the evening then the dark on the beach there is a fire, shooting sparks and never tires it's an action film and love's the director sometimes you bow down, sagging like a poppy pod shone too long in the dark and no one even saw it singing for your mother and your father and your shitzu a song about the ancient Turk and exactly what is human worth We came and we saw got turned into slaw and now our net mirth is God's living earth it's an action film and love's the director
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Stone lions need a place to stand In the morning on a concrete pad In the shade beside an old brick stoop Did you forget that summer’s gonna do its loopty loop Do you chores Stone lions understand Go to work Meet supply and make demand Stone lions need a place to stand purple hornets do their lazy dance Thrumming huminbirds and moving shadows Has anybody gone to get the mail Hindu music from passing cars White suburban morning stars Street is quiet and infinity Floats on petals of a cherry tree In front of me Stone lions dream
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He finally got a little room, a little room of his own scratchin’ at his head and lost in the zone He finally got a little room, a little room of his own coffee cup, amplifier, slide trombone She finally got a little room, a little room of her own She finally got a little room, a little room of her own for paying bills and reading books and talking on the phone She finally got a little room a little room of her own termites hiding in the wood nothing lasts forever nothing should dust mites bringing on a sneeze a mop and a bucket for keeping it clean The finally found a little place, a little place of their own everything is temporary but they call it home a cold refrigerator, a vase and a yellow rose more than many others have, a privilege out on loan paint the woodwork linen white paint the ceiling how you like throw a rug across the floor put some pictures on the wall a sawhorse desk, a lamp in fall prime it caulk it make it tight grown up kids trusting the light
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Just woke up...
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Let's hear it for the concave man caving in as part of his plan he gets no credit for accommodating the pressures of pragmatic relating concave man concave man some think they are the flame then they flash in the pan let's hear it for the concave man driving rain gathers now and again convex, converse, inside and reverse the footing poured and funding disbursed who's cheering for the concave man? caving in as part of his plan hair growing thin, and just a few sins the note to self, the thickening skin
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concrete steps I'd like to write a song about our neighborhood without concern for whether it is bad or good to share the love I feel for Judy, Jack, and Jim, and their pets and different ways we choose to live concrete steps up the slope to our porch footsteps in the snow There was a party at our house on Christmas Eve we drank and ate and played a bunch of records too I focused on the art of hosting carefully then got drunk and danced around and stood there grinning concrete steps up the slope to our porch in the spring I got this weird epoxy stuff you squirt into the cracks and thin interstices in broken masonry A jackhammer and dumpster would be most ideal build the forms and pour it all clean and new concrete steps up and down beautiful sun lemon lime moments I like to read and write and draw and play guitar I'd have no trouble retiring you like to make a house a home you are the north star (oh yeah) For many years I couldn't even finish a song like mercury popping on a red hot stove now I hunker down it's just like dusting or bills concrete steps spiraling upward
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I bought two suits one black and one blue for weddings and funerals and going downtown I turned forty-eight I don't understand how cufflinks works or what shoes to wear I threw out my Swedish plaids and that made me goddamn glad a 3-pack of undershirts--can't hurt Tevas won't do unless eating stew at a stoner sandbar rafting lunch but what kind of chukka goes with these pants when out for tapas with liberal friends? a panel of flannel a tattoo you drew a v-neck sweater or two let your heart of your chest and get dressed I used to root around in dad's closet looking for his ugliest shirt I watched my mother put on paint and powder preparing for the symphony or church Now they are old and I am half there and they still enjoy their day to day duds suspenders with sweats and velcro kicks and Mom's floral patterns, like stained glass I'm standing alone I am seventeen in front of a giant p.a. tower I'm wearing a t-shirt, my shoe is untied I'll never get laid or find my way ain't it weird when things work out it's not so weird when things work out
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Mud Daubers 02:04
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The Plodder 03:18
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These are all home recordings, usually using Garageband with an MAudio interface

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released October 19, 2010

Guitars, vocals, drums, bass, percussion, keyboards by Dan

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Dan Jones Kansas City, Missouri

Dan Jones is a punk-influenced rock and roll singer-songwriter living in Kansas City, Missouri.

Rock and Roll Daydreams is his 9th full length release, and third with Dan Jones and The Squids (of KC), featuring hometown pals Steve Tulipana (bass) and Matt Ronan (drums).
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