Care, give a hoot, as the owl say. This is another one of those songs that I started many years ago, maybe 5. Life happens, people get busy, equipment breaks, yet we remained together and persisted through it all. For art, for music, for community, for friendship. 5 songs, with 5 artists, in 5/4 time, in 5 minutes…made over 5 years, lol! May everyone have friends to make music with!Calebass: Guitars, Percussion, Lyrics, Vocals, and Song Arthttps://soundcloud.com/calebassJon Lock: Lyrics, Basshttps://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5Janine Levinson: Piano, Lyrics, Vocalshttps://soundcloud.com/janinelevinsonthe Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Productionhttps://musiciselation.bandcamp.comRussell Sinfield: Lyrics, Vocals, Mix, Masterhttps://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfieldThe Chaos Cookhouse: Studiohttps://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.comI am so gratefully for all these musical friends and my opportunities to work with them over the year!Pt. 1: RoshamboPt. 2: Steps BackwardPt. 3: Scissors InterludePt. 4: Mumbling In The cupboard Pt. 5: Owl’s Final Word***I wrote Pt. 2 and Pt. 4's lyrics using song titles from Calebass' songs and Jon Lock's songs respectively and respectfully. Lyrics: Pt. 1Hey-oh hey hi de hi de ho hey ho
All hands in the middle for a game of roshambo
Hey hey ho hey hi de hi de hi de-oh
Rock paper scissors on one two three four five lets goSlow on the throw bro, strategy like a pro ya know
Winning 4 to O, doin’ it for the dough, doin’ it for the RPS tournament groupies
After crushing finals, team Olimpik going for da gold
Medal wit da combo whoa yo
Going all commando strategy on the rando
Eeny, meeny, miny moe
Catch your pattern by the toe
My mother told me
To throw the best one
Droppin’ all my stones like a pop gun
Gettin’ dat paper like a bank run
Scissoring like you need no protection
It’s all fun until theirs too much friction
Some make it complicated with the variationsHey-oh hey hi de hi de ho hey ho
All hands in the middle for a game of roshambo
Hey hey ho hey hi de hi de hi de-oh
Rock paper scissors on one two three four five lets goPt. 2The owls taking turns on the night shiftSaw of a pair of eyesSwallowed by a cloudI came upon a black poolDuring the ceremony of spring In the alder marshTwo steps backward on a ballroom dancing nightIn the society of the blue bathing urnThe owls taking turns on the night shiftSaw of a pair of eyesSwallowed by a cloudPt. 4Pumpkin pie and monkey partOh woe is the teenage heartCats paw and fancy free, ohHappy day oh MarieAsk for nothing sweet cheeks, forThis will be our yearStill I don’t want to laugh, soCut me a little slackLonesome cowboy JeffAt the corner barMumbling in the cupboard ofThe lord I could ignore, from Time to time I could useSomeone to watch over me, beQuiet I wanna beIn a sentimental moodNibblets from time to timeAt a stone soul picnic Gathering clouds, I can’t help it, O’The captain of the ship of foolsPt. 5The more we become detachedFrom natureThe less we understandEach otherEnmity's rising Species are dying I wanna screamBut I've given up trying