original acoustic guitar blueskydeluxe

carbon copy

blueskydeluxe — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:45:41 -0600

stop breathing. keep working. stop feeling. keep working. stop thinking. keep working.

fall

blueskydeluxe — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:37:21 -0600

Funny what ends up coming out of a guitar on a lunch hour. Whatever I ate on my break that lead me to play that solo is worth writing down. I don't know what the hell I played there, but I like it.

My Parent's Basement

blueskydeluxe — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:35:46 -0600

This song was written to parody those of us who just don't seem to get the goddam picture. You know who you are - wearing your black t-shirt with the lightning bolts striking the eagle. Yeah you, how's that Bowflex workin' out?

lovely lady

blueskydeluxe — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:33:50 -0600

I can't say that everyone has met someone like this. Yet, somehow most people can relate. I think this song is best unplugged, naked, and without bass or drums - though I have never met a bongo player with enough skills to say it could work, but who knows.

these things i break

blueskydeluxe — Mon, 19 May 2008 14:31:42 -0600

This song was fun to write. I defintely didn't think this song should be sung too strongly, so the vocals are more raw. Could use cello or some slide guitar for more continuous tone.