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Girl,
I’m just a boy,
Call me up,
Tell me your problems,
I can be your man.

I don’t need no pride,
You are my joy.
Tell me your problems,
I’ll try ta understand.

by Gandalf and Daniel

I’m just driving,
Driving down the road,
The plan,
My master,
The master plan.

My 454 is revin’
My brain is rage-ing,
Mad,
But, not angry.

Shifting past the shit,
Riding the overdrive,
Wave,
Good-bye.

by Gandalf And Daniel

Now that we are hear,
We might as well take advantage of… this opportunity.

The opportunity to see… hear.

Now that we are here,
With hear… I can see. c c c c

corrugated,
perforated,
saturated,
human waste

corrugated,
perforated,
saturated,
with a bad after-taste

rinse it clean,
rinse it clear,
wring the fear,
from the beautiful scene.

corrugated,
perforated,
striated,
through the prism threw.

glistening dew,
upon you,
like a new born pup,
you’re looking up

From The Conjuring Experiment

Are we living,
Living in a place,
Where humans,
Aren’t humane,
Where the beings,
Aren’t being,
Very sane?

Oh, no,
A hobo,
Hobo jungle,
My fellow man,
Is more savage,
Than human.

Oh, no,
Hobo,
Woah,
Hobo,
Jungle,
Hobo jungle

The city isn’t savage,
It’s our age,
All over the land,
Can’t understand,
Why the rednecks,
Wreak havoc,
Bully the brains.

Why the fast paced,
Ran, run, raced,
Trampled my face….

Can’t we be the kind,
That can be kind,
No need to remind,
To mind….

Mind my business,
Build a fortress,
Rain distress,
Reign distress,
No, not my mess.

No, I won’t go,
So, far….
As to call it,
A hobo jungle…
More of a bungled,
Humanity.

Are we the animals,
Damning all,
To a hobo jungle,
Just a little respect,
Will fetch,
A civil twilight,
As our day,
Fades to night.

Just a little appreciation,
For the federation,
Of humankind,
Leaving the least,
In the lead,
And, the first,
Behind.

From the Conjuring album I Am (Therefore, I Think) by Daniel

I thought I would show you what I was talking about,
So, here it is kid….

You don’t want it all,
But, you don’t want it all,
To pass you by,
bye-bye.

Music is not about telling everyone else how you feel.
Music is about helping everyone else feel the way you feel.

Have you no sense of intimacy?

Music is about helping everyone feel what you are saying.

Do you remember when,
You asked me why all the Crayon’s,
In the Crayon box,
Looked the same as you?

After all,
Camouflage is a weird concept in space.

After all,
I’m just a person trying to express myself.
Why would you want to step on that?

Do you ever look outside of your self?
Do you ever look outside yourself?

It’s not that I’m the sickest puppy,
In the litter.

How do I know?
I looked in your blindspot.

What happens when you wait,
Until someone can’t wait,
To go to the bathroom?

Shit happens.

What if there was so much noise,
That nobody could hear my song?

Sometimes noise is a good camouflage.
Sometimes it is not.

I’m not that interested in how you fit into the game…
Rather, that you are a game piece.

Where do all those anarchists go?
That bookstore on South Street?

Oh, yes,
The Wooden Shoe.

Can you tell a Fox,
He swells like his own hole?

Ask Rupert Murdoch.

Have you no sense,
Of intimacy?

It’s funny,
When you try to stop,
A laughing-box from laughing.

Kleenex,
Or, tissue,
Who cares?
Will God bless you?

Doy you,
Yourself,
Know a genius,
When you look one,
In the I?

There are only so many people,
That hold a guitar…
Or, magnifying glass.

Chasing the string of a balloon.

There aren’t that many fish,
That can swim in the sea.
Shall I throw you back?

From the album (Knew) New Found Sound by Pho Co., the single The Song In My Head (ReMix #4)

[whistle]
Fido! Come here, my boy
Yo, Fido!

The animals are running the zoo
There’s nothing much
You can do
They’ve broken free
Of all restraint
Now, there ain’t…
A tame point-of-view

Mic check [echo]
Tell your Ma
Tell your Pa
The sheep say baa

Chorus

Mic check [echo]
Tell your brother
Tell your sister
The mounted monkey will twist her

Chorus

Mic check [echo]
Tell your teacher
Tell your preacher
A sounder of swine
Are taking away your liberty…
And mine

A litter of pigs litter the streets
With a pack of mule mentality

Animals .MP3 (Vocals)

Written and recorded at Dilworth Plaza, Occupy Philadelphia by Daniel Brouse

Written and recorded at Love Park, Philadelphia, PA

The Christmas Blues .mp4 Music Video

by Daniel Brouse

More Christmas Music

Just as every snowflake is unique
Same within… The Child we seek
Mistletoe. Snow! More, snow.
Solstice kiss
Solstice kiss

C
F / G

Written, performed and recorded by Daniel Brouse

Solstice Kiss Webpage and Free MP3

As it’s told
Turn to cold
The winter did

Never too old
Learn to fold
Back into the kid
The child you once were

The rest of your life
Just a blur

Back to Mother Nature
Your wife

Under the star
The child you are
Back from afar
The child you are

The trumpets blare
Now you’re aware
Of the child you are

The bells ring true
Of the child in you
Of the child you are

Lyrics and About the song *Childish* .mp4 Video
Practice Attempt of Childish .mp4 Music Video
The Song *Childish Behavior* in Love Park .mp4 Music Video

Written in Love Park, Philadelphia, PA by Daniel Brouse