first steps

by bushytunes

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    The month of April was a good start - 30 days, 30 new tracks, and some fine musical adventures, all presented together here on 'first steps'.
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    Step along with me on this album, carefully, cautiously, completely.
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about

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I am going to try to create, record and upload a new track every day for a year, starting April 2013.

My plan is to:
1) Produce a variety of material – alternative, ambient, pop, rock, reggae, acoustic, soundtrack, experimental;
2) Use a range of different creative techniques;
3) Be original;
4) Communicate ideas and feelings;
5) Surprise myself;
6) Have fun.

After the year has passed I will stop making music The music I have made will remain, but I will be elsewhere.

I hope you enjoy the sounds...
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released May 1, 2013

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And now, here is a list of things that I will do quite a lot in my bushytunes...

I intend to:
Work quickly;
Let chance and luck surprise and nourish me;
Forget the rules;
Obey the rules;
Take a first line/working title and using it as the starting point to create a story/situation;
Nick chord sequences or tunes and disguise them;
Select sounds randomly to see what happens;
Create semi-improvised flow-of-consciousness lyrics that appear once you start to think like the character in the song;
Embrace the absurd and the quirky;
Make lyrics that have no meaning other than to be sounds for the voice to make;
Use abstract non-musical sounds to create moods;
Use assorted sounds playing in unison to create new textures and moods;
Build up rhythm sounds by using multiple loops and sounds;
Play around with vocal sounds until they seem to be coming from somewhere else;
Savour occasional wrong notes and out of time playing;
Use instruments/sounds in unfamiliar genres;
Allow intros and outros to breathe;
Make things go backwards;
Make synth sounds move over time;
Move lumps of sound around in Cubase to see what happens;
Put sounds at the back of the mix so there are interesting little bits and bobs to listen to behind the main vocal/tune;
Think of the process as being like doing a jigsaw or making a patchwork quilt;
Use quantise to cheat and save myself having to learn to play the keyboard properly;
Have fun


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Once upon a time there was a crazy idea: to create, record and upload a musical track every day for a year. And the idea floated round and round the planet, looking for a place to call home. After a long time of searching and wishing and watching, the idea chose to make a nest in the brain of a bushy fellow, coming to his aid and guiding him out of the doldrums, back to a magical pathway... ... more

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Track Name: plod plod plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey...

Keep your nose to the grindstone
And keep your head in the clouds
Reality can be a mother
That’s why dreaming is allowed

Living on the promises
Of the liars and cheats
Oh look. there’s a politician
“Blah, blah, blah” and we go
“Bleat, bleat, bleat”

We’re just
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along

And when it’s tight and when it’s tough
The people at the bottom
They get it triple-rough
‘Cos they don’t have a voice
So they don’t get no choice

They just
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along

There’s enough to go around
Enough for every man
But those who’ve got the most want more
So they can buy a ticket to
The promised land

Don’t you get mad, don’t you feel ill?
When you think about how it goes?
Oh, I remember now, yeah
There is the grindstone
Where’s your nose?

Just
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along
Plod, plod, plodding along

We just
Plod, plod, plodding along...
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Track Name: cheesy moon and the spacesuit mice
One day soon
They will find the Moon’s
Really made of cheese

Then the mice
Living here on Earth
Will be mighty pleased

They’ll all put spacesuits on
And make a trip
Off to the Moon
Inside their rocket ship

Well
One day soon
They will find the moon’s
Really made of cheese
Really made of cheese....
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Track Name: what d'you think they think of me
What d’you think they think of me?
Do they think I’m royalty?
Do they think I’m looking good?
Do they think I’m made of wood?

Do they give me dirty looks?
Do they want me signing books?
Do they want to worship me?
Do they want to sleep with me?

I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about
I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about

What d’you think they want from me?
Do they think I’ll heal them, free?
Have they got the slightest clue
What a human mind can do?

I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about
I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about

Do they want me on my knees?
Do they want my new disease?
Do they want me on a horse?
Do they want me on a cross?

I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about
I’m just a simple man
A simple man with simple pleasures
I’m just a simple man with
Pleasures that I cannot tell you about

I’m just as simple man...
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Track Name: when the tin man calls
When the Tin Man calls
He’s knocking on your door
He’s going rat-tat-tat
Beating down your door
He only wants your rags
He just wants your bones
That’s all he wants
He’s got cash

When the Tin Man calls
When the Tin Man calls

Why are you afraid?
There’s no need to be scared
He only wants your rags
He wants your bones
He’s digging in your dirt

When the Tin Man calls

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Tat-tat-tat on your door
Answer the door to the Tin Man
He’s got money for your bones
He’s got money for your bones

He’s the Tin Man

If you don’t have anything to give him
Just say sorry
The Tin Man understands the word ‘sorry’
He just wants your rags
Your bones, your dirt
He’ll take whatever you can give him
He’s got cash for you

I might get a new job
I think I’d like to be the Tin Man
Yeah, I’m the Tin Man
I’m the Tin Man
I’m knocking on your door
Rat-tat-tatting on your door
I’m digging in your dirt
That’s where I find my gold
I’m the Tin Man
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Tatting on your door
I’m the King of the World
Digging in your dirt
I’m the Tin Man
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Track Name: looking down the road
When you’re looking down the road
It looks so long and it looks so good
When you’re looking down the road
It looks so long and it looks so good

Down the road there’s something better
Down the road there’s something better
Down the road there’s something better
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When you’re looking down the road
It looks so long and it looks so good
When you’re looking down the road
It looks so long and it looks so good

Down the road there’s something better
Down the road there’s something better
Down the road there’s something better
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Down the road there’s something better...
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Track Name: funky pyjamas
Here I am

It’s three o’clock in the morning
And I’m in this tatty, tarnished, flea bitten night-club
Slow dancing with myself
I’m a little bit... er... tipsy?
And I just think I need to make some changes
I wish I wasn’t so shy
I need something to help me overcome my shyness
I know:
Tomorrow I’ll go shopping in my funky pyjamas

Funky pyjamas, too good to keep to myself
Funky pyjamas, made to share with somebody else
Funky pyjamas, the very best thing I own
Funky pyjamas, I almost don’t mind being alone

Well, in Tesco’s I was asked to leave very politely
By a man with a moustache and a stern gaze
In B&Q, some people sniggered
One man said
“Did you get up late?”
And I tried to think of something witty to say
But lost the moment
I felt embarrassed at the checkout
And I said to the girl
“Oh, don’t worry -
I’m going to a slumber party later.
It’s a sort of adults’ fancy dress thing”
I think she didn’t hear me
She certainly ignored me

Funky pyjamas...

I mean, the whole point of owning pyjamas like these
Is to share them with somebody
That’s all I want
Just somebody who could
Maybe make a joke about my pyjamas
And I could make a joke back
And we could laugh
Over a nice, gentle breakfast
I used to be really good at
Connecting with people
There didn’t seem to be any effort involved
But now, I just feel like… I just…
I don’t know…
I don’t know…

Funky pyjamas...
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Track Name: doing ok
Heard you dropped a peeled banana
And it fell to the floor
But it wasn’t a disaster
Because you had several more
I got some down on the market
They were all black and bent
If you want some really good ones
I know this chappie in Kent

I hope you’re doing doing doing doing OK
I hope you’re doing doing doing doing OK
I hope you’re doing doing doing doing
Doing doing doing OK
I hope you’re doing doing doing doing
Doing doing doing OK

Did you hear ‘bout Cousin Norman?
He found a head in the woods
He took it to the police station
Just like everyone should
But the policemen got quite nasty
They put Norman away
So I’m writing in this letter, to say
I hope he’s doing OK

“Dear Norman
I hope you’re doing doing doing doing OK...”

Dear Norman
I’ll end this letter now by saying
I know you’re innocent
And wouldn’t hurt a fly, so
The head in the words belonged to your old boss?
Big deal!
The man who sacked you
Ran off with your wife
Beat you up in the pub
And set fire to you last bonfire night?
Big deal!
It’s circumstantial coincidence
I’ve got a great solicitor on the case, Norman
He’s a chappie from Kent

I hope you’re doing doing doing doing OK...
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Track Name: hear them thinking
Since I started talking to the insects
My life has been a better place to be
They don’t talk back
They can’t, they’re insects, but
They put messages into my brain and

I hear them thinking
I hear them thinking
I hear them thinking
I hear them thinking

Ants are far and away the
Busiest insects out there
They just talk nonsense all day
But spiders are regal, majestic
They know everything
They know everything

I hear them thinking…
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Track Name: happy to see you i am
Happy to see you
Happy to see you
Happy to see you
Happy to see you

You come round here
And you drink my coffee
And you eat my biscuits
And you eat my cake
Then you have more coffee
You have more biscuits
Then you sit there
And polish off my grapes

But I don’t mind because
When you come round
You tell me jokes and stories
To make me smile
You’re always silly and happy
When you come round
It helps me forget about
Life for a while

I’m happy to see you
I’m happy to see you
I’m happy to see you
I’m happy to see you

You sit there
You’ve got your muddy boots on
And it’s on my chair
But what’s the point of telling you?
Do you remember that time
You stood on the cat?
Never saw him again
Do you remember that?
It was terrible
But it was funny

I’m happy to see you...

I don’t know how you do it
I don’t know where it comes from
But you’re always so happy
So laid back
I’d like to be like you
But I’m afraid
If I tried to do it
I would fall through a crack

I’m happy to see you...

(fantastic whistle solo)

I’ve got to get on
I’ve got loads to do
I don’t want you to go
But you’ve got to, got to
If you don’t go
I won’t get any work done
Won’t have any money
To buy you biscuits

I’m happy to see you...
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Track Name: brooke cries at me
Brooke cries at me
I don’t know why though
I try to be friendly
She sees me and screams

She tries to hide
I try to be charming
She finds this alarming
But I’m on her side

When she is older
Perhaps she’ll smile at me
Perhaps she’ll play a little game

Brooke cries at me
Could be my beard or
My face or my hair or
The way I smell

Brooke cries at me
As though I was a monster
From the TV
Oh, who can tell?

One day she’ll grow up
And then we can be friends
And she won’t cry at me again

One day she’ll grow up
And then we can be friends
And she won’t cry at me again

And that’ll be good
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Track Name: same cigarette
I strut like a peacock through the oozing slime
With my Blitzkrieg Boys
We are the rulers of this town of dust
I am the King of this fractured world

They know we’re here
And what they got
And what they need
And what they want
Everybody is in love with me
’Cause I’m the King of this fractured world

It’s the same cigarette
In the same old ashtray
And time can’t move
It’s the same cigarette
In the same old ashtray
And time can’t move

Tell ’em what they want and
Give ‘em what they need
Rooted in like trees that bleed
And then the cyanide bride
Is looking for a ride
She won’t make it there
She’s a suicide

It’s the same cigarette…

Winding down and we go to this place
Where everybody leaves when we appear
There’s a new girl
Looking through the yellow glass
She turns
She’s forgotten who she is
Looks at her hand
It’s full of ice
She’s hoping she can find her soul
But it’s gone, a long time ago
Where everything is possible
And nothing is allowed
And it’s the same cigarette

How do I get out of here?

It follows you around
Like a dog you killed
It’s the same cigarette

Yeah it follows you around
Like a rotting corpse
Or the soul you lost
In that game of cards with the Devil
It’ll never be the same

And it’s the same cigarette...

It’s the fly on the paper
It’s the beetle beneath your boot
It’s the butterfly in your hand
It’s the same cigarette
I’m the King of this fractured world
Everybody is in love with me
Everybody
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Track Name: oh my love i’m falling down
No....

Oh my love, I’m falling down
Oh my love, I’m falling down

See a penny, pick it up
All that day you’ll have good luck
All that day you’ll have good luck
See a penny, pick it up
Oh my love, I’m falling down…

Black is white and white is black
Did you pay the money back?
Did you pay the money back?
Black is white and white is black
Oh my love, I’m falling down…

Running through the streets at night
Haven’t got the strength to fight
Haven’t got the strength to fight
Running through the streets at night

Oh my love, I’m falling down…

I will see you in my dreams
I will hear you when you scream
I will hear you when you scream
I will see you in my dreams

(guitar)

See a penny...
Running through the streets at night...

I will see you in my dreams
I will hear you when you scream

Black is white and white is black...
Running through the streets at night...
See a penny, pick it up...

Oh my love, I’m falling down...

All that day you’ll have good luck...
Running through the streets at night...
Haven’t got the strength to fight...

Oh my love, I’m falling down...

I will see you in my dreams
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Track Name: everybody knows
There are some things that everybody knows
And this is some of them

If you let your doner kebab get cold
It turns into a lump of lard, not gold

Everybody knows
Chicken is much better
Everybody knows
It finger-licking is
Everybody knows
I read it in a letter
Everybody knows

The sands of time will sweep across this place
And there’ll be no one here who knows my face

Everybody knows
Walking sticks are dangerous
Everybody knows
Cabbage can be fried
Everybody knows
I’m home on the ranges
Everybody knows

Everybody knows
Here are all my main girls
Everybody knows
Dancing on the grass
Everybody knows
They are Dungeon Angels
Everybody knows

Everybody knows...
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Track Name: a place of my own
One day when I’m very old
I’ll have a place of my own
Somewhere in the country
Somewhere I can call home
I won’t have the email
Telephone or TV
If you want to visit
Then write to me

I will have a little dog
I might get a couple of cats
With no one there to tell me off
To say I can’t do that
It will be amazing
At last I will be free
Life can be the big dream
That it used to be

One day when I’m very old
I’ll have a place of my own
Somewhere in the countryside
A quiet place to call home
I will have a little dog
I’ll have a couple of cats
Might even get a budgie
Well, how about that

No one there to trouble me
To make me take my pills
I don’t need them, anyway
‘Cause I’m not ill
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Track Name: bendable boy
You know I’m crazy about you
You always get the last say
You bend me to your iron will
I don’t know if I like it that way

Then you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable boy
Yes you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable toy

You pick me up like a plaything
Then you put me down just the same
You twist me like a rubber dolly
Like I’m just a part of your game

And then you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable boy
Yes you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable toy

One day I’ll have had enough of you
Just you wait and see
I’ll find someone who is kind
When they play with me

Well in your land of milk and honey
I’m just another thing you’ve got
If it bends then it’s funny
But if it breaks then it’s not

And then you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable boy
Yes you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable toy...

Well in your land of milk and honey
I’m just another thing you’ve got
If it bends then it’s funny
But if it breaks then it’s not

And then you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m you bendable boy
Yes you bend me, bend me, bend me, bend me
I’m your bendable toy...

(Solo)

Sometimes I wish I’d never met you
That you’d find someone else to annoy
But until that day I’m going to stay
Your bendable boy
Your dependable befriendable boy
Yes I’m your bendable boy
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Track Name: dance round the maypole
Work done, have fun
Everyone’s here and we’re laughing and smiling
We dance round the maypole again
Yes, we dance round the maypole with friends

We need good food
Grown in our fields at the edge of the wood
So we dance round the maypole again
Yes, we dance round the maypole with friends

The Christians come round
They tell us we’re naughty
Most of them look like they’d like to join in
If only their god would give them a chance
To dance round the maypole
I’m sure they’d be smiling
Much more than they do
And surely that would be a good thing?

Healthy babies
That’s what we need to keep our tribe strong
So we dance round the maypole again
Yes, we dance round the maypole with friends

The Christians come round...

Yes, it’s time to make babies now
It’s time to make babies now
Now is the time to make babies

The Christians come round...
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Track Name: right time to smile
When opportunities present themselves
Never look at them in the gift horse mouth

So here’s my opportunity
To sing along with two ukuleles
Phased and flanged as you can hear
Get yourself a ukulele

It’s the right time to smile
And it’s the right time to smile
And it’s the right time to smile
And it’s the right time to smile

Armed with only a ukulele
You can hold back from communist hordes
Just play your chords
Just play your chords

And it’s the right time to smile...

I have waved my ukulele
At a capitalist bigwig
Bigwig said, “you are quite crazy”
Then I said he was a fat pig

Didn’t really mean to be
So horrible to him
Now I’m in this prison cell
They said they’ll let me out tomorrow

And it’s the right time to smile...
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Track Name: don’t understand
Where’s my normal doctor?
You seem unfamiliar
Where’s the one I usually
See when I’m not happy?

Don’t understand
Don’t understand
Don’t understand

Don’t understand
Don’t understand
Don’t understand

I want to see someone
Who knows of my story
You are unfamiliar
I don’t understand you

Don’t understand...
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Track Name: my river place
River winds, curves around
Buzz of bees, gentle sound

Damselfly, flash of blue
Pair of swans, cygnets too

This is my place
My place
This is my place

Dappled sun, willow tree
Shards of light fall on me

This is my place...

Fishermen, heart beats slow
Casts a line, ripples grow

This is my place...
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Track Name: i do what i do what i do (with the dalai lama on strat)
I met the Dalai Lama
In the head shop, near the stream
He was blessing crystals
Looking peaceful and serene
I said, “Mr Lama
Can you tell me please
How you got to be you?”

He said, “Yes
I do what I do what I do
I do what I do what I do”

I thought: that’s deep
I said, “Could you explain more?”
He said, “Yes
Two things I will share with you
To help you on your way
Don’t do bad things, just do good things
Each and every day
The more you practice these two things
The more your heart will open and be true
And I do what I do what I do
Yes I do what I do what I do”

And he gave me a smile
And from the folds of his garment
Produced a Strat
And a battery-operated amp

(Solo)

“And I do what I do what I do
Yes I do what I do what I do
And I do what I do what I do what I do
And I do what I do what I do
Yes I do what I do what I do
And I do what I do
And I do what I do til I’m through”

I said, ”Thank you very much”
He said, “That’s ok”
And then I noticed his shoes were odd
And I said, “Are you really the Dalai Lama?”
And he said, “Reality is illusion,” and left
Oh well
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