From September, 2016

Song #45 – Murder at the Bugjar

So… it is indeed a shame that this man died on that night in the summer of 2012. Hard to believe four years have passed since then… Here’s the little bit I was able to find out online about it. I tried contacting his family regarding the song I had written, thinking maybe they would appreciate that someone had put thought and work into it… but wasn’t able to reach them. I haven’t given up yet though. I’m hoping that through putting this song out maybe it’ll get to them and offer a bit of extra something to their loss. I don’t know. Anyway, here’s what City wrote about Deavoghn:

Deavoghn Hernandez-Ruffin was shot and later died. The 21-year-old had attended the rap battle to watch his cousin perform. Family members say he loved to dance and was a good father. He worked at the Walmart on Hudson Avenue.

He had spent his first Father’s Day with his daughter who spoke her first words to him, saying “da da.” Hours later, the victim spoke his last words to friends after he was shot outside the Bug Jar. He told them: “tell my family I love them.” His brother says he was trying to diffuse a situation, so it wouldn’t get out of hand.

Murder at the Bugjar – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

One warm night amongst all the party people
One big fight in the middle of the party people
A single individual pulled the trigger killer

Don’t know why the trigger pulled the killer
Don’t know why the bullet left the shell
One thing’s sure, you’ve gotta lock your door around here

There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale

This whole thing has got me thinking
How I’d like to get to a better side of town
But what is real when you run away from it?

Meditate on a rock
Or rock-n-roll in the city
One thing’s sure, our bodies write the same end
And there’s no telling how or when it’s gonna happen

There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale

I don’t know this guy, but that’s a shame
Trigger killer made him die
Don’t know his name
One by one, we all write the same end
And there’s no telling how or when it’s gonna happen
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale

There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar

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Song #44 – Rubberbands

Ah!  It gives me great pleasure to announce that my #100songs project is complete!!!  My goal was to write a hundred songs then record, produce and mix 50 of them.  It has been quite an undertaking, and has yielded what I feel to be amazing results!  I’m so thankful to you all, especially those who have stayed subscribed for an extended time.  This is the full culmination of the project, and I must say, this last bundle of songs is the best!!!  Many people have commented to me how they love the song Rubberbands.  We’ve been playing it for a few years now, and because of the #100songs project I’ve been able to get into a studio with the full 23 Psaegz band to record.  I know, perhaps it is cheating a bit to give you a song that wasn’t part of the project, but actually I’m going to have more than 50 when all is said and done.  I’ve got a couple that are simmering and fully recorded in my home studio which will make up for the couple old tunes that I put in here.  I’m the artist so I get to decide, right?  haha.  This song was recorded at Black Dog Studios in Rochester, also in my home studio Whenland… then we took the cluster of 8 recordings and brought them to my friend Andrew Graecen at Moresound in Syracuse, NY for mixing.  Everyone did such a wonderful job.  I’ll be releasing the final cluster of tunes over the next few weeks here and on my Patreon page.  Enjoy!!

Rubberbands – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Rubberbands, Rubberbands, Rubberbands on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, Who put the rubberband on the track

Woo woo, barrel ’round the bend
Choo choo, a hundred thousand miles an hour
Woo woo, this trip’ll never end
Choo choo, the speed this takes makes the cowboys cowar

Rubberbands, Rubberbands, Rubberbands on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, Who put the rubberband on the track

Oh no, something’s up ahead
Don’t go, pull the break instead
Won’t slow, engine rolling fast down the mountain
Fo’ sho’, we’re gonna end up dead

Rubberbands, Rubberbands, Rubberbands on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, Who put the rubberband on the track

Woo woo, get that out the way
Choo choo, stretched across two trees
Woo woo, gonna hit it, best lay low
Choo choo rolls backwards on the breeze

Track road rail, track road rail, track road rail, the on rubberband
Track the on rubberband, track the on rubberband, the put who

Look back! There’s another one!
No slack! Stretched out in the sun!
Broke brakes!!! We’re gonna hit it, best hold on
Ground shakes! Our little train is done

Rubberbands, Rubberbands, Rubberbands on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, Who put the rubberband on the track

Rubberbands, Rubberbands, Rubberbands on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, Who put the rubberband on the track