SpinTunes #7: Round 4

by Various Artists

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This album is made up of songs from the "SpinTunes" songwriting competiton.

spintunes.blogspot.com

The Challenge:
Photo Finish - Write a song inspired by this Ronan Murray picture.
www.flickr.com/photos/17833492@N04/8614825737/
(2 minute minimum) (they had 8 days)

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released August 20, 2013

Album art by Matt Schubbe
Special thanks to Ronan Murray for letting us use his picture.

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I run a songwriting contest called SpinTunes. Most of the material hosted on this account is a result of that contest. You can follow the contest on Twitter (@SpinTunes) or my personal account (@Spintown).

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Track Name: RC - Home
a lot of things can happen
in 30 years
none of it unhappens
and it really caught me napping
I have been away too long
it would appear
the town still has its name
oh, but nothing seems the same

where the weeds grow through the cracks
and the stones do not remember me
I guess you can't go back
because home's not what it used to be

it's all to be expected
I suppose
you take a look around
all the old stuff looks worn down
and the much more tattered flags still flap
when the wind blows
and the new stuff isn't new
it's just the best that they can't do

where the weeds grow through the cracks
and the stones do not remember me
I guess you can't go back
because home's not what it used to be

entropy's remorseless
from your eyes to your divorces
we start falling apart
on the day that we're born
that's the way it's gotta be

where the weeds grow through the cracks
and the stones have all forgotten me
and you never can go back
because home's not what it used to be
Track Name: Ominous Ride - Waiting For Julietta
Sitting at a lonely station
Waiting for my validation
Nothing here but miles of dusty road
No one at the ticket window
Leaving me alone in limbo
Rusted sign that says to crawl
But I don’t know that anyone will come

Said her name was Julietta
Thirteen hours ago I’d met her
Sitting in a booth all by herself
Whiskey led to conversation
Flirting to infatuation
Outside world, it fell away
And there we stayed
Until the sun came up

Then she shed a tear,
Said she didn’t like it here
Asked if I could take her away
Far away

Then she kissed me on the cheek
And told me of a place to meet her
Somewhere we could buy our ticket out
A lonely station in the desert
Where I’d meet my Julietta
In the air that promise hung
Until she turned and slowly disappeared

So I sit and wait
Wonder if she’s running late
Julietta, are you near?
Nearly afternoon
Wonder if she’s coming soon
So I will keep on waiting here

Sitting at a lonely station
Waiting for my validation
Nothing here but miles of dusty road
No one at the ticket window
Leaving me alone in limbo
Rusted sign that says to crawl
But I don’t know that anyone will come

So I sit and wait
Wonder if she’s running late
Julietta, are you near?
Nearly afternoon
Wonder if she’s coming soon
But I don’t know that anyone will come
Track Name: Edric Haleen - Reality
Welcome!!
Enter!!
Buy your tickets!!

Marvel!!
Wonder!!
Be amazed!!

Follies!!
Foibles!!
Utter lunacy!!
Raving insanity!
Mindless inanity!
Rank inhumanity!

And it’s all on display!
Right this way!

Step right up and bear witness
To the curious plight of the Food-Lockers! . . .

With fruits on the trees
And roots in the ground
And creatures to hunt,
There is food all around.
But these curious people
Do something profound --
The Food-Lockers
Lock it away!

They say,
“You cannot have food without paying!
You need money in order to eat!
So don’t be a slob!
You must go get a job
So you don’t end up begging
For food on the street!”

So the Food-Lockers go and get jobs
And spend their entire lives working like slaves.
And they don’t even see
How they’re helping collude
With the culture that tells them
To lock up their food.
They just blindly accept it,
And crassly conclude
That until they get put in their graves --

They have to make money!
Then they have to spend money!
Then they need some more money!
‘Cause it’s all about money!
But the thing about money
Is that money flows upwards.
So the richer get richer,
And the poor just stay poor.

And the Food-Lockers think
That without any money,
They’re worthless.
The Food-Lockers think
That without any money,
They’re helpless.

And they honestly don’t understand
Why they feel so dejected...
Why they feel misdirected...
Why they feel so alone . . .

And there’s more to be seen!
Look inside, and
Gaze with astonishment
At the ludicrous lives
That are lived by the Box People! . . .

They seal themselves off
Inside boxes they call
“Apartments” or “houses” or “trailers,”
Where they cut themselves off
Watching boxes they call “tee-vees.”
And they pack off their kids
To a box called a “school”
Where they mostly just learn to conform.
And their infants must sleep
In a box called a “nursery,”
All by themselves
Ev’ry night,
While their parents just pray
For the day
When they’ll just go to sleep
And stop crying.

And they honestly don’t understand
Why they feel disconnected...
Why they feel so neglected...
Why they feel so alone . . .

And I promise --
You’ve never seen anything
Like the Dividers! . . .

They divide themselves up into races.
They divide themselves up into classes.
They divide themselves up
By their status
Or wealth
Or religious beliefs
Or political bents.
They divide up their world into countries,
Reinforcing the borders with laws.
They divide into camps.
They divide into groups.
They divide into cliques.
They divide into teams.

And once they divide themselves up,
The Dividers will argue . . .

Saying,
“My school is better than your school
Because I attend it!”
“My country’s better than yours is
Because I was born there!”
“Mine is the one true religion
Because it’s the one
That I choose to believe!"
And if you don’t agree?
Then you’re WRONG!

And to help them defend
These invented abstractions,
They split themselves up
Into armies and factions
And rail against others’
Supposed infractions
And thunder away
Against others’ detractions
‘Til no one’s immune
From these petty distractions
And ev’ryone’s always at war!
‘Cause the rifts are too deep to ignore...

And they honestly don’t understand
Why they feel disaffected...
Why they feel unprotected...
Why they feel so alone . . .

But there’s something
They all do agree on.
There is one thing that’s keeping them
All in this mess.
The one big assumption
They hold to be gospel.
The big misconception
They’ve yet to redress.
It’s the lie that is holding them hostage.
It’s what strengthens the bars of their cage.
It’s the tacit belief they repeat without knowing it,
Age after age after age . . .

They say,
“This is the best way to live!
This is the right way to live!
This is the one way to live!” (etc.)

“Look at all that we have!
Look at all that we know!
Look at all we can do!
Look at all that we’ve made!
Look at all we control!” (etc.)

And they honestly don’t understand
That they don’t have to live this way!
Track Name: Blimp Exhaust - Miss Leon
It's been a while since I was in this town,
but everything's the same, just not in black and white.
There's the park where I had my first kiss,
and the shop where I got my first cigarette.
And the drive in theatre where I had my first date,
With Alexandra Leon back in second grade.
Until I saw a girl much prettier than her,
On the bonnet of a silver 4x4.

I apologise, Miss Leon.
I didn't mean to break your heart.
I apologise, Miss Leon.
I didn't mean to break your heart.
But I guess that's just one of those things.
That only ever stops when you're not breathing.

And there's the hill with the old oak tree,
Joseph fell of it and broke his leg.
As we carried him home to his mom,
He told me to ask Alex to the prom.
She wore a dress in red to match my tie,
but by half ten I had disappeared.
Down to the basements with Sarah Jane,
and danced to the music in our heads.

I apologise, Miss Leon.
I didn't mean to break your heart.
I apologise, Miss Leon.
I didn't mean to break your heart.
But I guess that's just one of those things.
That only ever stops when you're not breathing.

But I guess that's just one of those things.
That only ever stops when you're not breathing.
But I guess that's just one of those things.
That only ever stops when you're not breathing.

Down fifth avenue, I saw a sign
"Flea Market Today: By The Old Drive-In".
Ten minute walk through a broken.
Windows were dark with dust and age.
Selling necklaces, bracelets and rings,
Was a woman I barely thought I knew.
Picked up a trinket and asked for its price, she said
"If you're who I think you are, there's no charge."
Track Name: Dr. Lindyke - HDR (Shadow)
I've got a digital eye
I bought it from a guy
Selling excitement in a blue shirt at Best Buy

I'm gonna capture me
Bits of eternity
I'll freeze some life so I can have a life for all to see

The world is so drab and boring
Hey, but not for me,
'Cause I've got god-like powers,
A telephoto lens - a Photoshop license key

And I know how to HDR
Don't have to deal with things as they are
Supersaturated hues
I've got the bluest blues
In a sky that looks like the sea - yeah
It looks just like the sea - yeah

[instrumental bridge]

I'll make a day-glo sunburst morning
It's my ticket to a new world dawning
I'll recreate the world I see
Electronically, electronically, yeah!

And I know how to HDR
Don't have to deal with things as they are
Supersaturated hues
I've got the bluest blues
The bluest blues!
Yeah!
The world is mine, I'll seize it!
You'll see it as I please it!
With every masterpiece
My Flickr fans will worship me.
Yeah!
The world is mine, I'll seize it!
You'll see it as I please it!
With every masterpiece
My fans will worship me!

Yeah...

They'll worship me!

Yeah...

I've got a digital eye
They’ll worship me!
I've got a digital eye
They’ll worship me!
I've got a digital eye
They’ll worship me!
Track Name: Brian Gray - Grind (Shadow)
The calm before the storm.
The turning of my socket calls to mind
An old-time barrel organ grinder and his... friend?
A twist and there’s a stage.
A twist and there’s a ferris wheel, the fair is real,
It’s time!
The lights and the music, excitement and fusion of
Wonder and energy here in the carnival of my soul.
I want to conduct the electrical motion
A tamer, magician, or acrobat under the pole.
Everything in control.

Someday, I’ll advance to be the dancing monkey on display,
Cause if it’s true that’s what you do, I guess it’s what you do
Until it’s time for me to headline the midway.
And someday, I am sure to be securing life as it’s designed.
It’s just my part in reaching farther than the popcorn cart.
I’m sure, I’ve nothing more to do but grind.

Alonzo and his cats,
Leela on the ring stock showing scars and limps
In payment for their stars upon the bill.
A drink to mask the ache, and deeper ache,
As if the booze could disabuse my drive!
And Buddy the zanie and Hooper the trainer
Are under the thrall of a pitch that is almost convincing.
And here all around me are people who know
What it’s like to be one of the people who enter the ring.
Which is the only thing.

So someday, I might chance to be the dancing monkey on display,
Cause if they say that’s what you do, then I'll believe it’s true.
Just wait in line until my time to join the cabaret.
And someday, I’ll be sure I can endure whatever life I find,
Playing my part among the martyrs to a work of art.
To start, all that I have to do is grind.

Someday, as you’re glancing at the dancing monkey on display,
Though it may fool you into ooh-ing at the big to-do,
Spare a thought for one who’s taught this was the only way.
And someday, when I ought to have forgotten options left behind,
I could be smart and have the heart to give up and restart.
Til then, I’m churning again my daily grind.
Track Name: Trader Jack - Miscreant Love (Shadow)
It's a capital morning.
I'm especially proud to be alive.

I didn't know they were watching me.
Not that I'm fond of my privacy.
They tried to sell me tickets to the show.
One to which I simply didn't want to go.

The vultures wanted me for food.
I wouldn't fight so I stripped down into the nude.
I made them think I was out of my mind
but I feel find.

Bell of the ball at the 7-11
Took my temperature with the back of her hand.
Now I'm King Kong. I'm Lou Reed.
Come with me I'll teach you how to make believe.
Lesson 1, sing along.
Lesson 2, there's nothing you could do wrong.

Deep in the desert in a stolen Benz
We're making lots of colorful friends.
I can't believe you left your alibi behind.
Here, you can use mine.

Holding your hand, it's the 4th of July.
Cotton candy blooms in a lapis lazuli sky.

Take all your doubts, banish them today
as usual I'm in the mood to just fly away.
Give me your sea-shell necklace. Take off your shoes.
What should we listen to, the Beatles or the blues?

If you get lonely, as we both sill be
during my harrowing but brief captivity
Baby don't worry, Baby don't cry.
Just sing all your favorite lullabies.
Sing all our favorite lullabies.
Track Name: Menage A Tune - Johnny's All Weather Drive-In (Shadow)
Do ya remember that place?

Across from the Roll’n’Ice, close to the Junior High
Seems like forever since I was there-
Last time was what? 35 years ago
With my old boyfriend Bob…
Didn’t see much of the movie
Hard to see out with the windows all steamed up
It has been years since the old place was open though
Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-In

Ahhh, but-
When we were all kids it was wonderful!
Load up the car with our pillows and blankets
Mom making bags full of popcorn and jugs full of Kool-aid
To save money, of course-
Two parents, four kids and we dressed in our PJ’s in daylight!
It felt almost naughty to wear them outside
Play on the swings and the merry-go-round and the slide
A mini-amusement park came with the price
Then the tram took us back to our car
When the sun went down

Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Do ya remember that place?

I remember the feel of the heat from the pavement
Rising up like the spirit of hot summer days
We would beg to sit up on the roof but mom always said “NO”
In the back seat we’d go
Munching popcorn and watching cartoons, then
The start of the movies, and never quite seeing the end
Cause we’d all be asleep in our nest in the back
Until carried upstairs to our beds
That wonderfully safe sort of feeling, half waking,
When daddy tucked us in…

Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Johnny’s All-Weather Drive-in On Sunrise
Do ya remember that place?
Track Name: Governing Dynamics - No One At The Projector (Shadow)
The morning meant as little
As the ten thousand odd before
We'd been ignoring signs for weeks and weeks
And just went to work

Then we drove out to the desert
Thought we'd take a picture in
Should have known journey ended
Well before it could even begin

The ticket booth was empty
There wasn't a car in sight
We couldn't come so far for naught
There'd better be a show tonight

There is no one at the projector
There is no one minding the store
This stage and this screen, long left behind
No one to sing, no one to pretend anymore

The sky opened up
I just put your hand in mine
We stared out at the empty lot
And hoped the show would start on time

The clouds, they danced around the portal
We never once had dreamed we weren't immortal

Most of us would look to opt out
We could not maintain this dollhouse
A future of rolling dust
On a blasted land

There is no one at the projector
There is no one minding the store
Heaven could be crashing to earth
We'd still complain "that wasn't what we paid for"

Stakes nothing less than our survival
But somehow we still feel entitled
To being entertained
So long as someone can
Okay...

But there is no one at the projector
There is no one minding the store
This stage and this screen, long left behind
No one to sing, no one to pretend anymore

There is no one at the projector
There is no one minding the store
Heaven could be crashing to earth
We'd still complain "that wasn't what we paid for"

Is it too late to hope this is all is a dream?