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Song #11 – Cowgirl
This one was pretty fun to write and has become a fan favorite even without the recording. People come up to me after shows quite often saying they loved that song Cowgirl. Haha. If they only knew. I actually just made this one up while driving around in the car with my daughter and Laura. I was joking around. My daughter kept on saying, “Cowboy!” but I insisted that I was a cowgirl, not a cowboy. I just recorded it onto my phone for the memory, but it stuck in my head so when I arrived home I started developing it. All the songs this month are loop songs, meaning I wrote them using a loop pedal. I have also kept to a “voice only” rule system, meaning I am only singing, but I’m using some effects and the loop pedal. The outcome is choral, a capella insanity! Once in a while there’s a song I don’t really care about at the start that through development becomes one of my favorites. This is one of those. It was just me goofing off, but it grew. I also have a nifty dance to this one. I’m hoping I can get together with some videographer friends of mine to make a dance video to this. I was thinking it’s about time I write my first line dance 😉
COWGIRL – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I am a cowgirl staying out late
I am a cowgirl feeling really great
I am a cowgirl dressed so fine
I stay out til nine!
I am a cowgirl riding my steed
I am a cowgirl ride it with speed
I can do anything I want
Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl
I am a cowgirl riding with a cowboy
Ride that steed till the setting sun
dig our heels in and get the colt to run
I am a cowgirl, wear a nice vest
I am a cowgirl, never take a rest
Ride across the plains right into the wild west
I ride into the sunset, what I do best.
Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl
I am a cowgirl, feeling really cool
I am a cowgirl, it’s what I like to do
I am a cowgirl, really really great
I am a cowgirl, super super late
Clippitty cloppitty clippity cloo, rollin’ down a horse on a road, yo!
I am a cowgirl feeling really great
I am a cowgirl staying out late
I am a cowgirl dressed so fine
I stay out till nine!
Song #9 – Rubbin’ It In
The Month of the Loop has begun! Today is my BIRTHDAY!!! I don’t know if you all have noticed yet, but my first month of this project was all computer recordings, the 2nd month was all band and acoustic sort of stuff, and this month will be all loops! I’m excited because this stuff is so much easier to mix than the full band 24 instrument productions. Everything on here is my voice. First I recorded a loop with my voice, live in studio, then I layered my main vocals over that.
Download Right-click and select “Save as…”Rubbing It In – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Human in a bottle and I’m rubbin’ it up to pour a cup
I wanna take a pull and drink myself up, I pour a cup
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in!
When I put a joke in, into the mental ether
I yolk the folk up and they giggle with their dental teeth
Rental cars for miles and miles
Emptying the pockets of the souls defiled
I’m ripping up the money
I’m ripping up the money
I’m ripping up the money even though my joke was funny
It made your eyes all runny and it tightened up your tummy
But I just can’t keep running like this
This isn’t bliss; it’s like I missed the point when I rolled into the joint
To cover up the pain I could never seem to tame
But this is the time when my mind isn’t blind
And I’m finding out the kind of man I can be when I shine
I’m fine, and I’m an artist of the utmost
I roast all my past selves in an oven made of love
They cook to perfection, warm and tender, no need to defend ’em
I gobble ’em up and wash ’em down with a goblet of my blood
This is self love of the highest order
This ain’t no ordinary sorb, sorb
Absorb all my past selves
Absorb all my past selves
Rubbin’ it in
Human in a bottle and I’m rubbin’ it up to pour a cup
I wanna take a pull and drink myself up, I pour a cup
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in!
Listen to this:
you might have missed out so open up your ears and take the words out of your mouth
Aw yeah, rubbin’ it in
When I was a little kid of 7 found a gun in an abandoned building, just out to have some fun
Were things any different them or have they stayed the same
Gobble up my past selves, then I change the name and I said
Aw yeah I’m rubbin’ it in, aw yeah I’m rubbin’ it in.
If I take a picture of the who I was then
And then again take picture of the me at age 10
Aw yeah, I gobbled it up
Look a couple years into the future and then
Compare to the picture of the me that was 10, and you can tell
Aw yeah, I gobbled it up
Human in a bottle and I’m rubbin’ it up to pour a cup
I wanna take a pull and drink myself up, I pour a cup
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in!
Think about it:
Think about this:
Won’t say it loud, that’d be annoying
Somehow made this song that I sing and that’s a thing
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in
Every memory, every thought you think
Can get lost or put into the mental sink and I said
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in
I’m gazing down from up above
Etherally looking at my brain with love and I said
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin it in
I reach inside with memory
Valuable, each and every piece and I said
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in
Aw yeah, I’m rubbin’ it in.
