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FAWM 2011

by ZeCoop

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1.
Chucks 04:17
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Chucks Verse1: You can keep all the fancy leather wear I wouldn’t put them on 'cause I don’t care You have to put on paste to give a pretty shine I don't fool around with shoes of mine I never worry I’m a fashion flop I’ll just stick with my old Chuck high-tops Chorus: Chucks (my Chuck high tops), my Chucks I'll never stop wearing my Chucks (my Chuck high tops) My Chucks, nothing compares to Chucks Verse 2: Love my house and pets and two good cars Got boats, and toys, and great guitars Most people say I’m lucky, in clover And that I’m blessed over and over But the thing that brought me the most luck Had a circle on the side with the name of Chuck (Chorus) Bridge: All-Stars..... My All-Stars... First made in 1917 They give my feet a double shot of caffeine I think I'll buy enough to fill up a trailer I send a shout out to Chuck Taylor... Verse 3: Got a beautiful wife and nice kids too Can do the things that I wanna do I can’t complain, I’d do it all again With little or nothing much to change But the thing I’d really hate to lose Are my favorite, bright red, high top shoes (Chorus) (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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I Want 04:05
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I Want I want to see the world at peace I want more justice for the least I want more food for kids to eat I want an end to graft and greed I want to see the least be free I want all water to be clean I want clean and pretty shores I want rivers to adore What do you want Tell me what you want I want good to spread afar I want cities like a shining star I want happiness for you I want all these things and soon What do you want Tell me what you want We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do If you want to change your world, it's gotta start with you I want joy in all the land I want money in a worker’s hand I want a cure for all disease I want more than just a tease What do you want Tell me what you want We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do If you want to change your world, it's gotta start with you We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do If you want to make a difference, it's gotta start with you Don't wait, just do. (c) 2011 John Cooperider
3.
Wild 03:27
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Wild When I was a boy, at just about 3 My folks saw something strange in me Every kind of bug I could find Was really cool in my young mind As years went by, this just expanded To mice, crawdads, and snakes all banded What freaked out everybody else To me was just nature's wealth You don’t really know of boyhood glee 'Till your snakes have babies, 23 (it was more like 33, but don't tell my mom and dad) Now all grown up and I've become a man I still like catch critters if I can And even if it’s not for all When I’m with creatures it’s a ball You don’t really know of boyhood glee 'Till your snakes have babies, 43 When you give them to your closest friends It usually means that friendship ends I now have three snakes, one called Grace And they all have the run of the place Now you may think that this is so wild I still like what I did as a child But it all worked out pretty well for me Now I work in biology You don’t really know of boyhood glee 'Till your snakes have babies, 53 When you give them to your closest friends It often means the friendship ends And I lost a lot of friends, but I gained some new ones too And they were all wild... (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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Meanies 04:02
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Meanies Does it make you wonder as you sit and ponder What it is that makes some folks so mean Do their shoes pinch on their toes or maybe, heaven knows Their undies are unclean If we dared to chance and gave a wedgie to their pants Would it make a change in their position Having shorts that ride way up their butt Who knows, it might just change their disposition Meanies of this world Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled Meanies of your town Hey meanies, you won't keep us down Whatever makes it so we sure wish that it would go And make a nice man of this meanie We’re looking for change of heart – any measure Of improvement, even teenie If there is a change of heart, we would take it for a start Not tomorrow but today We’ve all put up with quite enough of people gruff They need to change their ways Meanies of this world Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled Meanies of your town Hey meanies, you won't keep us down Maybe if we smile and try friendliness a while He will join the human race Wouldn’t it be cool if this old, bitter fool Could put a big grin on his face Meanies of this world Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled Meanies of your town Hey meanies, you won't keep us down Hey meanies, you can't keep us down Hey meanies, you'll never keep us down (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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Rock Star 03:53
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Rock Star I bought myself a used guitar I think I'll be a big rock star It looks like it'd be easy to do Just plunk a couple notes and yell out “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh” Bought a guitar book by old Mel Bay It guaranteed it was the easiest way It said that you’d be playing well by June Teach you the chords and how to tune Somehow I think ol’ Mel is lyin' And I’m getting really sick of tryin' To get my fingers on the strings And sound like much of anything I really thought I’d love this guitar thing And earn myself a pile of bling But I'm thinking that I might just quit 'Cause it seems to me that Mister Bay is really just full of... (Should I learn to play piano?) Somehow I think ol’ Mel is lyin' And I’m getting really sick of tryin' To get my fingers on the strings And sound like much of anything Maybe I can simply learn to sing At least you don’t have to hold anything Just belt it out real loud and strong In a pair of tights and hair real long I can see me now up there on the stage Singing, dancing, not looking my age The people are cheering and lighting their lights And I’m up there smiling in pants too tight I can see myself as a big rock star Maybe I should learn to play the guitar... (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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Sweets 04:22
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Sweets It must have started way back in time, right in the womb A Hershey bar eaten in the waiting room I’m talking about all the things that are so sweet Like cookies and cakes and donuts and wonderful treats I love to eat them all, the pies and shortcake I’ll eat anything that’s freshly baked Fruit or custard, chocolate, lemon or lime I'll gladly eat them any old time They're sneakin' up... As the calories mount my self esteem sags But I quickly reach for one more bag Would you care for a piece of pie, oh yes indeed! My guilt is filed away and I concede They're sneakin' up... (Bridge) Peddling like mad on the exercise bike So I can eat all the wonderful things I like Fifty minutes of toil, hard work and sweat I haven’t even burned one cookie off yet... Maybe my fate was sealed from the start Baklava, sweet rolls, muffins and tarts They'll keep me the same for year after year A ring around my middle and an over-sized rear They're sneakin' up... (Apple, berry, pumpkin, custard, strawberry and then a rhubarb) They're sneakin' up... (Cookie, cream puff, coffee cake, éclair, soufflé and then a crêpe) (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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A Worker's Song 03:47
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A Worker's Song He sits upstairs in a big swivel chair He's nice and cool, in conditioned air We’re sweatin’ down here at 109 Not his concern, says I got mine He’s got it all, no pick and choose The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes Walks right by and he don’t look back He off to the bank with all his jack We bust our butts for minimum pay How bout a raise, he says “maybe someday” If my kid’s sick, well that’s no excuse The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes He drives right in, in a big old Cadillac My beater’s rusty, bald tires in back He goes up to Ireland, Mexico, France I can’t even buy a new pair of pants He’s having fun and counting the loot The man don’t wear no steel toes shoes I’d quit this job but what the Hell Nobody’s hiring that I can tell Gotta keep humpin' in this stinkin' place I got no choice in the old rat race The man don’t care if I win or lose The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes (c) 2011 John Cooperider
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A Man Named Anaphora 03:45
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A Man Named Anaphora Sneaking ‘round in my parent’s house Trying to act like a brown field mouse I went far into the yard, I was mad and keeping my guard I met a man named Anaphora He was big on fauna and flora He wore a suit with a flower design, not a single thing like mine On his head he had a fedora This strange Mr. Anaphora Sticking out of his covered cranium was a red geranium He was different He was strange He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age His shoes were also very odd They were covered up by sod And in this earth were plants you see, daffodils, tulips, and bright pansies He was different He was strange He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age He was friendly He was sad He was just the sort of a person who could never get mad at a kid Oh, a strange one this Anaphora Wearing that quite odd fedora If you ever see him around, he’d appreciate a bag of ground He was different He was strange He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age He was friendly He was sad He was just the sort of a person who could never get mad at a kid (c) 2011 John Cooperider

about

These are song demos that I wrote and recorded in my home studio for February Album Writing Month (FAWM.org) 2011. FAWM is an online challenge to write 14 new songs in February.

After telling my dad, back in January, that I was going to do this he started sending me lyrics. He had never written lyrics and doesn't play an instrument, so this was very unexpected. I decided to write songs with my dad's lyrics for FAWM 2011.

13 of the 15 songs were collaborations with my dad and I ended up doing one song completely on my own. I'd look at all my dad's lyrics, play guitar and figure out something that matched one and then I added or subtracted to the lyrics and wrote a song to go along with them. We both had a great time. :)

I also collaborated on one song with author/lyricist Mark Berry, for a companion song for one of his books.

credits

released March 1, 2011

All music and vocals: John Cooperider
Lyrics (1-8, 10, 12-15): James Cooperider/John Cooperider
Lyrics (9): Mark Berry & Timothy Miller
Lyrics (11): John Cooperider

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ZeCoop Kalamazoo, Michigan

I love playing music and keep learning new instruments. My songs are in a wide range of styles, from indie-rock to surf, to folk to rock to electronic... I never know. I record at home in a studio I put together in a spare room. I work (via the web) with a lot of vocal/lyric collaborators from all over the world.

You should check out fawm.org

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