EP Annie Hedonia
I have my recent EP - Annie Hedonia - on bandcamp. Take a listen and let me know what you think.
slowdunk express
- A slow approach to creative life by Daniel Heila.
August 06, 2011
April 13, 2011
Snowman
This is an iPhone recording of a recent tune. I had been working on this over 3 months or so and it just kind of came together one afternoon. I didn't want to forget this version so I did a quick rough recording. I like the sound of the file played back on my iPhone as it distorts nicely and adds a fuzzy sort of tube mic sound. Not available when listening to the file on anything else. Too bad. Enjoy. Here are the lyrics as well.
copyright 2011 Daniel Heila published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press, ASCAP
June 27, 2010
St. Patrick pays a visit to Old Joe/Old Joe Clarke (trad. arr.)
Wrote the first tune on St. Patty's day after a party. It was during the same time that I was working on the arrangement of Old Joe Clarke. I am enjoying working on my flat/cross-picking and plan on doing more of this sort of thing.
copyright 2010 Daniel Heila
published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press, ASCAP
June 25, 2010
At the Fair
Another song from my demo CD Daniel Boone's Fault. It's called At the Fair
At the Fair
It's the end of summer
and you're bored to tears
killing time, looking forward to the fair
You'll probably sneak in
through the hole in the back gate
it's easy to do during the firemen's parade
at the fair
Sno Cones and taffy
sausage and peppers
trying not to notice some carnies look like lepers
An empty beer can
in your hand
you're too young to drink but you pretend you can
Chorus
at the fair
meet me at the fair
all our friends will be there
we can hang out on the midway
ride the ferris wheel at the end of the day
Verse
Teenagers gather
behind the livestock hall
the boys have the girls pinned up against the wall
Fat girls flirting
with skinny fags
they carry goldfish in plastic bags
at the fair
You freaked out on a ride
so the carny let you off
people laughed so you walked home in a huff
later that night
sleeping in the backyard
the lights from the ferris wheel compete with the stars
Chorus
at the fair
kiss me at the fair
hug me and I'll smell your hair
lead me on in that special way
break my heart by the end of the day
copyright 2009 Daniel Heila
published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press, ASCAP
At the Fair
It's the end of summer
and you're bored to tears
killing time, looking forward to the fair
You'll probably sneak in
through the hole in the back gate
it's easy to do during the firemen's parade
at the fair
Sno Cones and taffy
sausage and peppers
trying not to notice some carnies look like lepers
An empty beer can
in your hand
you're too young to drink but you pretend you can
Chorus
at the fair
meet me at the fair
all our friends will be there
we can hang out on the midway
ride the ferris wheel at the end of the day
Verse
Teenagers gather
behind the livestock hall
the boys have the girls pinned up against the wall
Fat girls flirting
with skinny fags
they carry goldfish in plastic bags
at the fair
You freaked out on a ride
so the carny let you off
people laughed so you walked home in a huff
later that night
sleeping in the backyard
the lights from the ferris wheel compete with the stars
Chorus
at the fair
kiss me at the fair
hug me and I'll smell your hair
lead me on in that special way
break my heart by the end of the day
copyright 2009 Daniel Heila
published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press, ASCAP
June 24, 2010
The Browns
First song from my demo CD Daniel Boone's Fault. It's called The Browns
Here is the Lyric:
Mr. Brown lives with his wife
in a bungalow he restored
with money he saved
in the good times before the Gulf Wars
He believes that working hard
and staying out of debt
are all the tools he needs
to achieve his life long dreams
Mr. Brown prides himself
in his modest means and health
he harbors no ambition
to improve or better himself
He's satisfied with life
his is a well managed existence
if you don't believe that's true
just go and ask his wife
Chorus
Meet me at the overlook
on the outskirts of town
troubled city shining up
quiet lovers gazing down
If you put away your ring
I'll hide my frown
meet me at the overlook
sad Mrs. Brown
Verse
Mr. Brown prides himself
in his modest means and health
he harbors no ambition
to improve or better himself
He's satisfied with life
he has a pretty wife
and though sometimes she's blue
he believes she's happy too
Chorus
Meet me at the overlook
on the outskirts of town
troubled city shining up
quiet lovers gazing down
If you cannot leave your man
I can't stick around
just forget the overlook
and remain sad Mrs. Brown
copyright 2009 Daniel Heila
Published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press ASCAP
Here is the Lyric:
Mr. Brown lives with his wife
in a bungalow he restored
with money he saved
in the good times before the Gulf Wars
He believes that working hard
and staying out of debt
are all the tools he needs
to achieve his life long dreams
Mr. Brown prides himself
in his modest means and health
he harbors no ambition
to improve or better himself
He's satisfied with life
his is a well managed existence
if you don't believe that's true
just go and ask his wife
Chorus
Meet me at the overlook
on the outskirts of town
troubled city shining up
quiet lovers gazing down
If you put away your ring
I'll hide my frown
meet me at the overlook
sad Mrs. Brown
Verse
Mr. Brown prides himself
in his modest means and health
he harbors no ambition
to improve or better himself
He's satisfied with life
he has a pretty wife
and though sometimes she's blue
he believes she's happy too
Chorus
Meet me at the overlook
on the outskirts of town
troubled city shining up
quiet lovers gazing down
If you cannot leave your man
I can't stick around
just forget the overlook
and remain sad Mrs. Brown
copyright 2009 Daniel Heila
Published by Indestructible Beat of Podunk Press ASCAP