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Song Foundry 3​-​Pack #021

by Jed Davis

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1.
First Flight 03:05
Mom and dad are proud of what they made As the boy pulls down his windowshade And the bird folds up his wings, but then As their children sleep, they toss and turn With the first prod of memory First tugging of mortality 'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes And the end is all that the start implies That first flight the start of a flight out the door But without that first, there can't be more In his seat, the anxious little boy Fumbles with his tiny windowshade There's a world too big to recognize There's a first time for everything And the sky's so blue up here On the limb, the anxious little bird Fumbles with his tiny, awkward wings There's a world too big to recognize There's a first time for everything And the sky's so blue up here Mom and dad are proud of what they made As the boy pulls down his windowshade And the bird folds up his wings, but then As their children sleep, they toss and turn Thinking, "Wasn't that just me?" In his seat, the anxious little boy Annexes lands of whipped-cream cloud And conquers puzzle-piece terrain And his mom tries to give him a word But he pulls away to get his own On the limb, the anxious little bird Comes to understand the way of things Realizing self-sufficiency And his mom tries to give him a worm But he pulls away to get his own Mom and dad are proud of what they made As the boy pulls down his windowshade And the bird folds up his wings, but then As their children sleep, they toss and turn With the first prod of memory First tugging of mortality 'Cause to say your hellos is to be your goodbyes And the end is all that the start implies That first flight the start of a flight out the door But without that first, there can't be more.
2.
WOW it's like Jupiter or the sun or something It's like Jason Fineman is living in a bomb shelter or something And there's this lead weight in there with him It's so heavy it's pushing down a pothole in the floor It's drawing everything to it, it's so heavy It's even drawing in the light He talks to his pals in the halls because His external life in the dorms is like living in a bomb shelter too He knows a guy who grows pot plants under a black light Just think about that The cool bucket The cool earth Those beetle-like seeds packed inside the cool earth And the black light reaching down to them like cold hands Slowly creeping Penetrating the cool earth Touching the seeds gently Calling them up to the air Calling the roots down into the earth Chlorophyll drinks black light light And leaves stretch out Stretch out To hands that will pluck them Sift them Smoke them And I can only describe the things oppressing Jason Fineman cereally The march The march of yellow moons Orange stars Blue uniforms Metal horseshoes I want him to reach up through the dirt And feel the sun The sun The sun The sun
3.
Hey! Peach Plum Apple Lemon Dildo Lime Grape Orange Which of these eight things does not not belong? The dildo does not belong The dildo does not belong The dildo does not belong, that's right The dildo does not belong Hey! The dildo does not belong Hey!

about

2020 wasn’t good for much, but being homebound did allow me to sort through 30 years of old recordings, and unarchive tons of shelved and incomplete material.

And then finish that shit!

I am not really interested in doing “albums” anymore… holding music back until a dozen arbitrarily-linked songs are mixed and mastered and the stars and planets align. But at the same time, “singles” are kind of boring and “EPs” demand some degree of cohesion, and I don’t want to be boxed in like that. So here is what I offer you: THREE-PACKS

Remember those randomly-bagged multipacks of comic books they used to sell in toy and drug stores? You wouldn’t be able to see what was inside until you tore open the plastic, and the comics might be brand new or fifteen years old… it was just whatever happened to be laying around when they bundled it up. There was no thematic connection, no rhyme or reason to the collection, and one bag could even contain books from both Marvel AND DC. I was introduced to so many fun stories that way, and that is how I am going to introduce (or reintroduce) you to all of these songs.

This three-pack includes "First Flight” (1994), the Jack Beal spoken-word "WOW It's Like Jupiter Or The Sun Or Something” (1995), and "The Dildo Does Not Belong" (1995). You can read more about each track if you click through to its page.

I’m not promising these three-packs in any regularly-scheduled fashion… and I’m not going to tell you about them in advance. When I feel like one is ready, it will just appear. They may have Skyscape/Hanslick Rebellion/Collider songs on them. All of my records from the past that are not currently available digitally will be represented, as well as material you have never heard, including brand-new stuff. But as far as I’m concerned, all of this music is new to most of the universe - and these are fresh versions of everything anyway, so I hope that in a way it will also be new to you.

Let’s have some fun <3

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released January 20, 2023

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Jed Davis Syracuse, New York

Song designer; founding member of The Hanslick Rebellion, Skyscape, Collider; oblivious to genre, trends and the passage of time.

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