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MP3 Phloide and the Lonely Piano - It Was a Dark and Stormy Night, Vol. 1

Garage Folk: The Piano style of Elton John, the lyrical style of Joan Baez, with songs about war, love, Hell, Dandelions, and a reinterpretation of Marilyn Manson’s “This is the New”

12 MP3 Songs in this album (44:12) !
Related styles: FOLK: Folk-Rock, ROCK: Folk Rock

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This (set of) album(s) dives into the Folk / bar elements of piano with electronic/gothic elements embraced in the vocals. The focus is on the inward struggle of understanding who we are using pop culture, philosophy, physics and metaphysics, and all the hodgy podgy fiddle-de-dink that we encounter as we travel our own Hoober-Bloob Highway

The painting used as the backdrop is a painting done by my 2 year old son.

Peace to you, and De Colores to all


Antwon’s Mirror opened a secret door
To a world no man had been before,
Where gnomes and goblins fought an ancient war
And no one knows what for,
Just gotta even up the score

The Elder spoke “Once you come and join our song,
It no long matters whose right or wrong
It doesn’t matter where you thing you belong,
Sometimes the side we chose Depends on the size of our shoes

And all will be been forsaken as we bury all our dead
As all we once thought important, now fading memories in our head
Can anyone tell me just what we’re fighting for

Antwon returned through the mirror door,
to the world he knew before
where gnomes and goblins are left in cookie jars,
Got a box of crayons, to draw a pretty picture

If I were a poet, I''d write you a poem,
using pretty words
And if I were a painter, I''d paint you a picture,
that words could not explain

No, I’ll never be in vogue, Just a fool with a song and a dream

This is the song I sing, Do with it what you will
With its silly words and a voice that sings out of tune
You can throw it all away, But when all is said and done
I will be right here

If I were an architect, I''d build you a home,
out of silver and gold
and if I were a clown, I''d put on a show,
just to see you smile

“I paint a self-portrait poorly But I''ll sell it to you pretty cheap” – Mark Heard

One morning in Hell,
I thought about taking a trip to Paradise
Shouldn’t be too many tourists,
You know it’s only half a day’s journey
Including all the detours

I stopped at the local ice cream shop,
To grab the flavor of the day
There I met a man from Earth,
Who said he was on his way to Nirvana
He must of taken a wrong turn on I-94

I always wondered
if Hell really existed,
I’ve heard a lot about it,
But who woulda thought it would have been such a beautiful place
19 hundred miles above the Earth

So here I am stuck here in Hell,
I guess its partly my own fault
I threw away the navigational device
When it didn’t like my interpolations
As I charted my elucidation

I took a ride
into the personal pronoun
and when I got inside,
I didn’t like what I found
Next thing I knew, I found myself in an Empty Metaphor

As he heads out the door, he quietly hangs his head,
“I may be close, but its getting late
I guess I should just head back home,
I guess Nirvana can wait”
That’s when I noticed he never finish his ice cream

I am wise enough to know
not to discard every Rhombus and Rhyme
that doesn’t seem to comfortably fit
into my current paradigm
so I finished my Ice cream, and headed out the door

(hairy fish nuts for pear pimples)
we stand at the stage, ya know its been a long time,
since we’ve twung the old rhythm and rhyme
2 by 2 we’ve come from the Outlands,
to twist and sing, and touch a penguins wings

Bill and Opus took the stage,
but Hodge Podge was nowhere to be found
Some light glimmer only for a moment
Before they must return to the sky
so Animal has taken over drums and the band played on

Steve is there, waxing the tracks
while Oliver records it all on his betamax
Motimer and Milo took care of the lights
As we all gaze into the beautiful yet cryptic starry nights

we are looking for messages,
we are looking for a sign
is this the road we have been given
through some magnanimous celestial design
milo breaks the silence with the latest breaking story and the band played on

The Banana 2000 is calculating the big crunch
while Regan-Ann serves us all lunch
Rosbud watches over the children
while Lola works on her quantum dissertation

Milquetoast whispered in my ear
it’s really good to see you again, my old friend
Portnoy says the ship has lost a great captain
the star fleet has ever known
But the anxieties in your closet must be fed and the band played on

Calvin and Hobbes come join for the chorus
and all sorts of mayhem ensue
and when all is said and done we pack up for the outlands,
There’s a script everyone must write, only ours to perform

So we all sit one last time on a couch in the middle of a dandelion field in our underwear and scream
but we know it will never be the same,
since the drummer left the stage
we scribe our legend, from the days we’ve been given, and the band played on

Ecclesiastes 1:9-14

Everything has been said before, There''s nothing left to say anymore
When it''s all the same, You can ask for it by name
Let us entertain you, Let us re-arrange you...
Stick your silly slogan in: Everybody sing along.
Are you Fraggles ready
For the new Smurf daddy whack give a dog a bone?
Stand up and admit, we’re never gonna get
yesterday is never coming home.

Let us offend you Let us simply amend you
Slap your bumper sticker on And sing along
Are you furbies ready For the lovie-dovie mon chi chi clone
Stand up and admit, its easier to commit when the future is unknown.

And now it’s the you know who With the you know what
It’s the yabba dabba oops I did it again
It’s a baw with dabaw A cryptic gimmick in a can
Don’t forget the thundercats Shallow as the a in man

Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz zippity doo dah day
We can’t tell the difference and we like it that way
Super cali fragils walla walla bing bang
Mmm bop bop bop yeah it’s a wiggly party

Babble babble blah blah Rebel rebel blah blah
Stick your product placement here and sing along
Shamma lama blah blah Oobie doobie blah blah
Stick your sad and lonely guilty pleasure here

Fisher King Can you spare me a stitch in time
To share a game of chess and a glass of wine
Life doesn’t always start at the scrimmage line
Mr Noodles was a friend of mine

Gypsies dance under the evening shade
Tying ribbons on fences guiding our way
Sorry the ribbons could not sway you to stay

When he danced for the children
it made us laugh and sing
when the curtain fell on the final stage
did he know how much we cared

Elmo laughs for everyone
If only now could reflect all that begun
Now that the play is all said and done
Mr Noodles you were a friend of mine

Some say he was just a friend Larry met in Canada
others say just a righteous rocker he saw on the six o''clock news
some say a Just a stranger only visiting this planet
some say he was a dancer Dancing to a classical mandolin

Fehrion where have you gone
Larry’s been looking for you so long
did you find something new under the sun
When the sun begins to rain I hope I''ll see you in Heaven

Starfish dancing in the sky,
Little doggie laughs to see such a sight
Camel fits through a needles eye,
And the dolphins take to flight

The ostrich has wings but refuses to fly,
If the platypus had wings, he’d reach for the sky
Unicorns don''t exist because,
Growing up means dreams have to die
Bullfrog and butterfly, bird and the bee,
Do we understand or do we simply believe?
The Morning Star has come,
Oh Dove of God Land on me

Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
You’re stuck in your own head
Lions, tigers and bears are in your bead,
And vultures are laughing, feeding off your dead

If the cow jumps over the moon,
Does it mean that Jesus is coming soon
The donkey speaks, the stone sings,
What kind of gift is this the lamb would bring

I hears a zillion voices, crying out for meaning
And I swears I swears, they sounds a lot like me
I sees a zillion faces, looking for the notion of being, and I swears I swears, they looks a lot like me

Has systematic truth truly made us wise?
Are we just a cosmic glitch with a side of curly fries?
And hope nothing more than chasing after the man on the moon.

There is a fingerprint upon the celestial road
That matches the cryptic prints in my genetic code
Giving hope that Reason stretches beyond Entropy’s noon

You''ve been a part of me, Just like in a story,
full of giants of fairies and thieves
but the giants they have fallen, the thieves have all been caught,
and the fairies have all flown away
so I open up my toy chest to lay you down,
in your final place of rest
upon the memories of yesterday gone
of dreams, of foolishness and folly
and so the story goes, Peter Pan has finally grown old
Good-bye Mr. Teddybear, It''s time to let you go
Good-bye Mr. Teddybear, It''s time to let my past fade away
Time to change my ways, And time to move on
I close my toy chest and walk away,
For you see there is a world out there waiting
I may be a little scared, slightly afraid,
But I know I will never go alone
* Good-bye... Hello...

All Songs written and performed by Phloide
© 2008 Phloide

With the exception of This is the New
Written by: John Lowery, Tin Skold, Brian Warner
Arranged by: Phloide

De Colores
TO Paul

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