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Something Foul is a musical collaboration between Greg Hafner & Paul Woodsong. We have a CD entitled, "A Reptile Dysfunction". Some of the songs from the CD are available on this website to listen to.

AGE

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Okay.  Been wanting to put up a new tune but hampered by life, & technical issues.  Anyway, for consumption to a part of your brain should you decide to imprint it.

I wanted to improve on the recording, but could not regain the initial energy which created this, which I recorded one Sunday night in a 10 hour blitz.

It’s all me.  Tried syncing up a bass part that Greg sent me, but was too time consuming, so my apologies to Greg for not getting his bass part included in this presentation.  Another time.

AGEPaul Woodsong

Age of Conflict. Age of Fear.

Age of Wonder, Why We are Here.

Age of Macho, Age of Hate.

Age of Just Let Me, Opiate.

Age of Reason. Age of Doubt.

Age of Treason. Throw the Bums Out.

Age of Lust, Age of Regret.

Age of Return, On a Faulted Bet.

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Age of Trance, On a Screen Romance.

Age of Chance, Age of Sense Enhance.

Age of Endeavor, Age to Succeed.

Age of Never Ending, Human Greed.

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Age of Confusion, Age of Wrong Facts.

Age of The Point, of No Turning Back.

Age of Violence, Age of Rage.

Age of Torment, Turn the Page.

Age of Lies, Age of Deceit.

Age of, “Do You Want A Receipt?”

Age of Distraction, “Alternative Facts.”

Age of Retraction, Age of Hacks.

CHORUS

Age of Wonder, Age of Wrong Thought.

Age of Plunder, It Comes to Naught.

Age of the Square Root of Minus One.

Age of the Black Boot, Age of the Gun.

The Hours In Our Life

I decided to repost this tune.  Will have a new song up soon.

This song also started as a guitar riff in 1973 when Greg & I were in  “HELIOS“.  Last year, after I challenged him to finish “Is That All There Is?“, Greg challenged me to finish this tune with lyrics.  This is the , result.  Lyrics inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson.  (I also nipped a couple of lines from a song Greg was working on.  Guess we need to finish that tune someday.)

Local Portland musician, Steve Michaelson, graciously added keyboards, drums, and mixed the final version.

The Hours in Our Life

Dragon and serpent, the Devil and Hell,

Objects of blame, No One can tell.

Encourage delusions, Control the flocks,

Hide behind doors with unopened locks.

It’s all just thought forms, inside our head.

No matter the reason, which way we are led,

We follow blindly, like lemmings to the sea.

There’s none so blind, as those that will not see.

The hours in our life,

Like centuries of time.

The twisting of the knife,

To squeeze a simple dime.

Beings in the saddle, ride mankind.

Others make sure they’re wined and dined.

Most of us just trying to, get along,

Try to figure out, where we belong.

One thing is certain, there’s no turning back,

Once it’s decided to stage an attack.

The result will be, anyone’s guess.

A wise man would stay out of this mess.

The hours in our life,

Like centuries of time.

The twisting of the knife,

To squeeze a simple dime.

What are we doing to each other?

Why do we hurt our Earth Mother?

When was the death of common sense?

What makes a good president?

Still waiting, waiting to see,

Just what the future will be.

What has become of those boys and girls,

They were enlightened to save the world?

But Wall Street and Main Street are two different things.

One wears gold, the other dime store rings.

Still waiting, waiting to see,

Just what the future will be.

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Is That All There Is? (ITATI)

This song started out as a riff that Greg, myself, John Vanderslice-(Keyboards), & Alan Martin-(Drums), used to jam on in 1973 when we were in a fledgling band called, “HELIOS“.

Last year I challenged Greg to finish the tune with lyrics, etc… and boy did he deliver!  It was a lot of fun adding the guitars.

ITATI

I started out to change the world,

Make a difference that would last through time.

Perhaps give meaning to why we’re here,

Leave a painting, a song, a rhyme.

Watching others coast right on by,

As I struggle to scale these rocks.

I came this way, a long, hard way

Just to find this empty box.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you take heaven, I’m stuck with Hell.

Now walking the tunnel gives quite a fright,

I can clearly see the locomotive’s light.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

The glasses we wear affect the view,

Colors fade in the light of the moon,

Just when you finally get your drink,

Someone throws you out of the room.

Is that all, is that all there is,

The reason for my conscious light?

The message I think is very clear,

You’re born, you live, you die.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you build heaven, I’m struggling through Hell.

Now walking the tunnel gives quite a fright,

I can clearly see the locomotive’s light.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

She left me on a stormy night.

I saw tears well up in her eyes.

She took her love, her dog and cat,

And strolled right out of my life.

I thought that love, once it’s found

Would make a much bigger splash.

Now I realize you only get life’s best

If you come up with lots of cash.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you buy heaven, I’m living in Hell.

Moving through the tunnel, the tunnel of time,

I can clearly see the end of the line.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

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Brown Dwarf

 

This song was actually recorded in Oakland, CA. at David Cooper’s house, where he has a studio.  My son, Garlynn took me over one night to see what we could come up with.  We used the program, “Logic”.  David came up with a drum beat, I added a bass guitar, then a rhythm guitar, David added marimba tones as we structured the song.  Brown Dwarf was in the news at the time, so I suggested it would be nice if we could overlay some sort of vocal about Brown Dwarf’s.  Garlynn whipped out his smart phone and found a description of Brown Dwarf’s which I read and recorded into the mix.  Greg added some extra bass in this version of the tune.

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Beware of the Side Effects

This song is one of Greg’s.  I added guitars.  It addresses something we all should be aware of:  The Side Effects!

Beware the Side Effects

Take these blues and call me in the morning,

But beware the side effects…..

Loss of appetite,

Agitation.

Nausea, fever,

Halucination.

Trouble sleeping,

Extreme depression.

Can’t seem to focus,

On concentration.

Rapid heart beat,

Dibilitation.

Panic, tremors,

Bad conversation.

Lips are swelling,

No coordination.

Legendary erection

Anticipation.

Beware the side effects.

Don’t you know to

Beware the side effects.

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Big Corporate Money Blues

This is another Greg song about the Corporate Control of our World.  I added guitars:

Big Corporate Money Blues

The air is full of fallout. The water has run afoul.

Oil’s pumping toxic assets, just barely underground.

The money’s going to Beijing, Bangkok, and Mumbai,

And the attorneys we elected, get the largest piece of the pie.

Big corporate money blues,

We’re the one’s that pay the dues.

Our government’s in it too,

They’ve got big corporate money blues.

Squeezing rocks with solvent, just to make one last stand

Against the change in power, blowing across the land.

Guns held public or private, are killing every day..

But suits that feed the madness just profit and walk away.

Big corporate money blues,

We’re the one’s that pay the dues.

Our government’s in it too,

They’ve got big corporate money blues.

Why can’t they see long term? The proof is all around.

We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.

Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?

Has it always been about, what’s for me, me, me……


Chairs sit in others’ boardrooms, so they can hold the silver tight,

They’ll vote themselves a pay-raise, then furlough workers at night.

You think you can be a one-percent, and get in on some of the take,

But the fat guy sitting right on top, makes a thousand times what you make.
Big corporate money blues,

You’re the one that pays the dues.

Just trying to keep your cool

You’ve got big corporate money blues.
Why can’t they see long term? The proof is all around.

We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.

Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?

Has it always been about what’s for me, me, me……

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Don’t Understand

This is another Greg song about how hard it is to Understand……..your significant other.  (Among other things!)

I added guitars.

Don’t Understand

I know some things, science to philosophy,

Play me the music, I’ll think of the tune.

I’ll tell you how the cow eats the cabbage,

How far it is, from the earth to the moon.

Facts I know about aurora borealis,

Why water’s wet and oceans are blue.

So many things I have complete understanding,

But I just don’t understand you,

You know I just don’t understand you.

You freak me out with your honesty,

You make me nervous when you’re around.

I can’t control it when you’re next to me,

It’s your affection I’m all about.

Twist me a J’, I’ll enjoy good herbage,

A shot of old whiskey will help me get through.

I’d try to follow a different perspective,

If there was something important to prove.

I’m stunned and helpless, when you take all my money,

And tell your friends that I owe it to you.

There’s many facts I ponder all night about,

But I just don’t understand you, I try

I just don’t understand you.

You freak me out with your honesty,

You make me nervous when you’re around.

I can’t control it when you’re next to me,

It’s your affection I’m all about.

When did you ever say that you loved me?

When did you ever show me that you cared?

I don’t know why, I still put up with it,

But you’re the best thing I’ve ever had.

(refrain)

I try to kiss you, you turn your cheek to me,

And when I hold you, you push away.

You smile and tell me all you want from me,

Then wink and ask me if you can stay.

(refrain)

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MySpace Link-Paul Woodsong

https://myspace.com/paulwoodsong/music/album/the-batz-9125382/32203560

This webpage was created to highlight Paul Woodsongs original songs when he was in the band, “The Batz”, out of Portland, Oregon.  The Batz recorded one CD entitled: “Sampler”.  (Great name Mike!)  Half the songs were originals and half the songs were by favorite artists.

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