SE 12 Ep 14 The Search For Music

The Search For Music

In this episode I talk about the search for bumper music for my new radio show The Big Idea. I also delve into local politics and the fact that I may end up working on passing a local ordinance. Finely I talk radio production and what I learned from doing the show.

More on my search for music below

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One of the things involved with creating a radio show or podcast is augmenting the show with music. I can’t stress enough how important this element of production is. With that said, I have a new radio show: The Big Idea which needs bumper music. I am searching for someone who can write and record two songs for the show. I’ve scribbled out some potential lyrics below if anyone wants to help me out. Due to budget restrictions. I can’t offer to pay. However, this might be great exposure for songwriters looking to get their name out there.

Norcal

Norcal is my home

Been here for years

The two lane roads

Lined with tacks and fears

We’ve got to do better

Our future is at stake

We can’t clean it up with a rake

We are too big

For our own sake

The people come

From north to south

Where do they go?

Oh where to they go?

We’ve got to do better

Our future is at stake

We can’t clean it up with a rake

So speak out loud

Let your voice heard

For fear of drought

For farms too

Oh what can we do?

Oh what can we do?

We’ve got to do better

Our future is at stake

We can’t clean it up with a rake

The phoenix will rise

Will rise again

But we must plan

With green growth

We’ve got to do better

Our future is at stake

We can’t clean it up with a rake

So Norcal

Future is now

Got no time to stall

Our future is at stake

Our future is at stake

No we can’t clean it up with a rake

We’ve got to do better

We’ve got to do better

Our future is at stake

The End

The end is nigh

It’s time to go

But what a show

What a show

Revolution’s here

In our yard

Got to think

Yes think so hard

It’s in your mind

The truth is plane

So don’t go insane

No don’t go insane

The future is in your brain

Do Something

Lyrics By Nicolas Jackson

Record and sell as you see fit

Do Something

People on the streets are so god damn old

Be prim and be proper do what you’re told

But the times are a changin

There’s new thoughts to behold

So do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

The old thoughts are killing it all

Not a thought to think

Grow up

Get married

Get a job

Get old

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

Trump or Clinton

It’s a choice so old

There’s just no thinking

Dogmatic they scold

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

They always say there’s a future to behold

There’s nothing there

It’s death en masse

So tell them

Please tell them

Before we get old

I’m cold and I’m hungry

And it’s getting old

There’s no future

Is what I behold

So do something do something

For god sakes do something

Make it somehow matter

Before you get old

But they say

Do something do something

For god sakes do something

Get up off your ass and do what you’re told

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Let Me Out

I’m abnormal maladaptive and all of that shit

I can honestly barely hold it in

Long night and days alone with a cat

Is this really where it’s all at?

I can’t plan to get out

There is no way

Debt collector make of sure

At the ass end of capitol with no gain

Social Security is a pain

My fate lies in bureaucracy hands

Until then there is no plan

My biggest fear is the repoman

Militant cops.

Yes they are next.

Carry me away.

Don’t give me pay.

Just lock me away

Society’s bane

I awfully good at that bachelor thing

Beg for money and all of that shit.

I want to learn more. I want to get out.

But the debt collector keeps me out

I am no good at the adult game

Life is just passing me by

But yet I still make my battle cry heard.

Damn it you can’t lock me out

The wars on the streets they battle and rage

But the bus won’t let out

Is this really the world that we’ve won?

Frankly I could do without.

Damn it let me out

 

Damn you god damn fuckers let me out!