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LOW OZONE |
| TUBE SOX AND BIRKENSTOX | |
| I SHOT THE ALIEN | |
| THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH | |
| GORETEX | |
| FUNKY LITTLE ROCK | |
| VINNIE | |
| LET THE FORCE SET ME FREE | |
| PROPAGATE | |
| THE VISITOR |
David Cosnowski: Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Kelley Vice: Percussion, Horns
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Kelley Vice at Sturm und Drang Studios
Cover Art: Science or Sorcery, by Chris Cosnowski
This album is a collection of songs that I've written over the years, a few
being crafted close to ten years ago. Several lo-fi recordings exist, most of
them created on my home computer with some relatively crude equipment. Still,
they got their point across and people seemed to enjoy them. Once I completed
ten songs, I started to think about recording them in higher quality. I considered
both an upgrade to my studio and booking time at a studio. I found Sturm und Drang
Studios on the internet and ended up booking some time there to record "I Shot the Alien"
and "Let the Force Set Me Free." Kelley did such a good job recording and creating the
percussion tracks for me that I decided to record all ten songs there. In fact, it
is safe to say that these songs would not have turned out as well as they did without
his skill and creative input.
Below you will find the lyrics to the songs on Funky Little Rock and any comments or history
about that song. Hallavoeschna!
- David Cosnowski
I believe this is the first complete song I wrote. It's a fun yet insightful song, and covers a lot of ground: the ozone layer, the death of a friend, and the writings of Voltaire.
Lyrics:
Low ozone, Car tow zone The similarities make my head moan. Chernobyl, beef casserole. No moss makes the stone roll. Low ozone, car tow zone, Authorities are screaming through a megaphone. Frustration, taxation Evolution bows to hesitation. I had a friend die, don't really know why I only wished I could have told him goodbye He was conservative, he didn't want to live I guess his life was nothing but a mental sieve. I had a friend die, it made my soul cry, But I'm still content here with my hi-fi Gotta sing the blues, and life the life I choose, I'll go hire myself a creative muse Swam down to Tobago, I couldn't take my boat because of the embargo Cacambo, and his mambo, I'll go slit my throat in this Tobago Candide, se dice, a fine idea but save it for another day Let's go play now Let's embark now, Eldorado waits like a sacred cow.
I think this song pretty much speaks for itself.
Lyrics:
I don't want some high heeled woman And I don't want some Doc Marten sophistique Just give me honesty and integrity And happy feet wearing those... I don't want some cow girl wearing boots and spurs And I'm tired of seeing tennis shoes and waxy legs Oh why not just stay o'natural? And let your feet shine wearing those... And just like clockwork old man winter comes And the girls trade in their sandals for skis and poles But still I try and think of better times Like springtime nights wearing those...
Before this song was written, I can remember playing the chorus over and over again at parties. A chorus makes not a song, so I added some verses.
Lyrics:
I found out he was just like me A mortal man, he was just like me Who shot this alien down? This perplexed Sheriff Brown. Looks like Malthusian clowns Who shot this alien down? I don't care if it's wrong or right, I have to know It's all part of the paperwork, so I can go. "Let's shoot this alien down!" That was the cry of the town "Get that freak out of our town!" "Let's shoot the alien down!" With angry mobs and hysteria, the tensions grew. Though many would sympathize, what could they do? Where are the aliens now? They're six feet under the ground. Oh the aliens were my best friends. And when those aliens cried You would have sworn it was their child that died. Oh the aliens were my best friends. I found out he was just like me
Although this is probably the "plainest" song on the album, I really like the story these lyrics tell. I'm not sure if there is a samba tai-chi, but if there is it must be a most potent martial art.
Lyrics:
I went down to the Adriatic Sea, meditated, did the samba tai-chi And as I prayed I looked up to the stars and said, Is this all there is? I went down to the general store Asked the storekeeper could he help me once more And when I looked up there were tears in his eye He said, I was once like you. He said The fountain of youth was a trickle for you A carpet you purchased in Katmandu If you were wise you would have been there by now You should get back home. I climbed up the mountains of Tibet, Hoping to find myself and forget But the words of the Tao and the snow capped peaks, They only reconfirmed my fears. So I turned on the news channel four Saw the Dalia Lama open the door, he said With all this rhetoric and the toil at my feet I cannot go on. He said The fountain of youth was a trickle for me I know there's a savior but where could he be? If I was wise I would have been him by now. I should get back home. Just like every mountain ridge, And the milk that spoiled in your fridge, Every song needs a bridge. I walked across my living room Opened the closet and grabbed my broom And I swept the floor I remembered this song It seems that I've heard it once before. It said The fountain of youth was not a trickle for you Don't be discouraged with so much to do If you were wise you would not listen to me You should get back home.
Who's say Goretex isn't sexy? I actually wrote this song while living in San Diego, where I think it rained about 8 times the two and half years I lived there. Now that I'm in Seattle, this song really has meaning for me.
Lyrics:
Even though you're mojo be working And your moves looking fine You can't predict the weather All the time So before you go out and get funky Take these steps and stay dry Don't waste your times with umbrellas 'Cause pretty soon you'll know why You better get your goretex on Get your gortex on And everything gonna be alright Late one night in Seattle I was out too light missed my ride Thought I'd walk in the moonlight My, my, what a surprise! Well to my consternation Not a light in the sky And when those storm clouds came rolling in, I just looked up and sighed. And got my goretex on. I got my goretex on. Goretex on! Now everything's gonna be alright. You know the first time I saw that fabric I thought it was all hype and jive But the first time I saw those raindrops Beading up like little rolly polly balls! Well me story's 'bout over There's not much more to tell Just go out and get yourself a nice jacket Or at least get a shell! You better get your goretex on Get your goretex on Goretex on Oh everything gonna be alright.
I'm sometimes convinced that contemplation is my purpose in life. This song strives to be as etheral and pensive as possible, of course with a little bit of groove.
Lyrics:
Sit back and contemplate the human race Please tell me what do you see? Are we evolved entities? People running like rats in a maze. We feed on coffee and news, Could those rumors be true? Myself I like to hide in ambivalence I'll let the rivers run dry, And then I'll ask myself why? Why we're just spinning on a funky little rock Staring at the docks of outer space And if we ever sail the universe I hope we will converse on a higher plane When they send up the satellites, will they broadcast my name? Give me galactic fame? When our species has come and gone, Will our species remain, or was this all just in vane? So many people tried to rule this Earth, we can't remember their names Except for those we could blame. Like Napoleon, on his last stand They serve pink salmon and brew, it's a surreal Waterloo. And Hitler's vision of a master race, it was the Aryan bane. Yes it drove him insane. That's why we're spinning on a funky little rock. Staring at the clocks that our minds have made And if we're going to save the human race We're going to need a place in the biosphere. When they send up the satellites, will they broadcast my name? Give me galactic fame? When our species have come and gone, Will our species remain, or was this all just in vane? Now we follow corporate technocrats, they see Utopian sand But did they read their Ayn Rand? They say, "Once our lives fit on small microchips, our potentials will fly!" But it's just a pie in the sky. (Chorus)
My ode to Doogie Howser, M.D. What adult doesn't wish they were born a child genius? Previous knowledge of the show is not required but extremely helpful.
Lyrics:
Chorus: I want to be like Doogie Howzer, Doogie was my friend. I want to be like Doogie Howzer, Doogie was my friend, he was my friend. When I was six I was playing in the sand But Doogie he was scoring a perfect SAT, That was my friend. When I turned eight I had to say goodbye to Doogie Because he was off to Princeton U, Farewell my friend. When I finished junior high, Doogie! He was MD certified, what would happen, Could he stay my friend? But then I realized to my surprise, Doogie's suffering the same demise as me you know Now there's a friend! Now we both have girlfriends, I can't remember my girlfriend's name but Doogie's was Wanda. What a girlfriend. Then it happened in September 91, Doogie let his innocence slip away, Way to go my friend! But it wouldn't be the same for me. I would have to wait for a season or two or maybe three to meet my friend. Now we're both nineteen, Doogie he's a surgeon and he's six foot three While I'm living a pipe dream, We're near the end. Then Doogie read a poem. It must have hit him hard and suddenly because he's off to Italy, With me his friend. Still...
A tribute to the greatest Jedi that ever lived. Yes, I did watch the Star Wars movies way too many times. I still do.
Lyrics:
Yoda was strong Yoda was wise Yoda could defeat a man three times his size Nine Hundred years old Stands about two foot two Yoda's little lightsaber was green and not blue Yoda, Flair up those little pointy ears and sit for a while Yoda, Float on over and sit by the fire. To a little mud hut, Yoda takes you Serving heaping helpings of a smelly green stew Questions for you, he wants to know why You're so damn determined to become a jedi. Yoda, Every time I've got a question for you you've got a riddle for me Yoda, When will the force set me free? And when he had to, Yoda would fight He moves faster than light, yes he does. So don't be fooled 'cause he walks with that cane All the jedi say Yoda. All good things come to an end Yoda has an illness that he can't comprehend Soon he will be one with the force Hanging with kenobi and his jedi cohorts. Yoda, Close your eyes, vaporize, and fly through the wind! Yoda, Amen! The force set you free!
Some people disapprove of this song, I don't know why. I think it's quite educational.
Lyrics:
Going to propagate my species upon you I'm going to propagate my species upon you. You may not sympathize, but the human race must survive. So I propagate my species upon you. It starts with primordial stew And then it turns into a white viscous goo You can try and compromise it, But why don't you go ahead and fertilize it? And propagate my species upon you. Going to pass on some traits that are new And instincts to remind you what to do So it looks like all those things that Darwin said must be true. So I propagate my species upon you Going to propagate my species upon you Going to propagate, because there's nothing else to do. Mutations can happen, this is true So what's this all mean for me and you? Use the ultrasound to theorize, But why not wait for the big surprise? Just propagate my species upon you.
A pleasant campfire sing along courtesy of a visitor from another planet. Hallavoeschna means "hello" and vucaneba is "how are you" (informal). Formal is "vulca caneba."
Lyrics:
I want to learn about the human race But one can only do so much from outer space So I'll take a trip to Earth I think I'll make new friends This is the message that I wanted to send Hallavoeschna, vucaneba I wanted something they could understand, So I used a universal message known across the land This is how people communicate since the beginning of time It's a simple message, it's a nursery rhyme. It's been used for prayer and song. It's concise, not very long It's a simple message to which we all can relate And it's a simple message to demonstrate Where are the aliens? I said, where? Hallavoeschna! Where are the aliens? I said Where? I want to learn about the human race But one can only do so much from outer space So I'll take a trip to Earth I think I'll make new friends This is the message that I wanted to send I'll say: Hallavoeschna, vucaneba