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Short, simple (😉lots of hidden messages) song. Of the hundreds I've written, this is one of my favorites. Best Love, David

This song was going to be in three parts originally. (my poem/song from a couple yrs ago) While editing, recording and rewriting part two it became apparent that it worked best as a single epic prog-rock/Indie beast. Hope you like. 😎

Yo! Today's an interesting day. Thanks for listening. Best Love, David

Thanks for listening, liking, sharing, subscribing. My voice. Like? Poem in video is in this comment. Best Love, David Empty Crown or Huck Finn Ain’t Got No Fear Tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear The night’s been long 400 years World’s drunk too many prophet tears Morning sun burns our eyes and our pirate alibis So, Tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear They’re burning books they’re banning songs Theres no more fun drag sing alongs Little children chopping sides of beef In Upton’s Jungle so that we can eat Black history’s a magic trick Great public schools sold to hedge fund pricks A million gods a million faiths Only your’s is true if you scrunch your face So, tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear Tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear We’re all Strangers in a Strange Land Heinlein Smith sharing water with Gillian No freedom for me none for ewes They stole the right for us ewes to choose I tilt my head at Twain and frown I say, “Damn their worthless empty crowns” Twain sits on down and stares at me His eyes say, “What?” his mind says, “Free” So, tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear Jim, you and me talk and smile walking quiet mile by mile When we get there we’ll dive and be in river wide brown Mississippi No expectations, no real relations no names, just celebrations Without the hate, faith and guns Without the Yahtzee rhyme Jim, you and me sinking in into cool water we’re born again into our dreams brand new unknown swept up and floating life’s sweet groan So, tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear Tip us over take our phones We’re Mark Twain’s rolling stones Or take us anywhere like here We’re all Huck Finn ain’t got no fear ~David Burgin (c) 2021/2023 .

Song I wrote last year. Thanks for listening, liking, sharing and subscribing. For new listeners, and reminder to repeat listeners, in the last four weeks most of the songs I've put up on my channel are songs I wrote over the last ten years, recorded a cappella and posted on my channel. I pulled those songs down (in total, about 150 or so songs) and began using Udio to produce music for the songs. I did this after two years of talking to musicians and singers, going to smaller venues for concerts, open mics, sending my lyrics to established artist all in hopes of collaborating. No takers. Met a lot of nice people, but no serious interest. Was fun but frustrating. I'm older and not in good health. I wanted to hear my stories, songs, poems in richer formats. Didn't/don't want to die waiting for someone else to make it happen. Sooo, I got over my aversion to AI and used Udio to create music for my poems/songs/stories. I hope you like them. They take me quite a while to put together. I drop short clips of my poorly sung a cappella versions into the the Ai, and then go to battle with the software. Finding the right sound for the songs/poems, the meaning and feeling, is important to me. Some of the songs on here have my voice in them. The AI cloned my voice and used it throughout some of the songs. Always, always, these are my lyrics and often my melodies extracted from my a cappella versions. Finding appropriate musical homes for my writing has been very rewarding. I've written four novels, many short stories, and five or six hundred (maybe more? yeah, it's more) poems/songs. Each song stems from entire novels or movies in my head. Finding writing later in life was liberating for the worlds floating inside me, even if I was terrible at it for the first couple years. The songs are condensed versions of those vivid worlds in my mind. I really hope you enjoy the songs, the stories behind them, and the many layers of meaning embedded. Best Love, David

Hi! I should have added the full poem, Pennywise Danced, to the info section. Here it is. ⬇⬇ Thanks for listening, liking, sharing and subscribing. Best Love, David (Lyrics in info) *Pennywise Danced* By: David B Pennywise danced as the homophobes screamed As bigots beat their wive's sweet, sweet dreams Pennywise danced as the racists marched As priests destroyed the pure of heart I saw him dance when I was ten years old On burning streets in my small town As adults stared with vacant frowns And dark bars filled with drunken clowns Pennywise danced, laughed and pranced Then he ate the world, its liver and spleen While wearing world's heart like a love torn teen Pennywise danced, he twirled and grinned No one noticed, not a single soul Except the pure, only ten years old The next sweet meal, for our vicious need For our hateful greed, for our war machines Pennywise danced, and danced, and danced…

Somebody's going to find a box full of poems and songs I've written and never typed into a computer. Good luck to whoever finds the box. Like, share and subscribe to get notifications of new songs. Best Love, David

Original poem/song was written on a paper table cloth at my favorite restaurant. It was written in the form of an image of a whale fused with a tree sprouting from the ocean. Original was much longer and was a gift for my niece. Hope you like, share and subscribe. Twenty years of songs and poems are patiently waiting for me to put music to their Being. All the best love, David.

Hey, the closed caption lyrics are close but not accurate in some spots. I added them above in the info section. Cheers!

The few people who heard the a cappella version of this song two years ago liked it. So, I grabbed it early for the new style. What do you think? All the best love, David.

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Yo! Do you like some Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Might like this song. Originally written and recorded a cappella in 2020. Best Love, David

Imagine sitting in a old Bar at the Jazz Club drink some whiskey light up your Cigare or Blunt and listen to this Song! The Song is Amazing I Love it ❤ good Job 👍😉

Had a lot of fun putting this together. The lyrics themselves are from two or three songs I wrote over the years. This version was first recorded a cappella a year or so ago. Hearing the underlying story with some beautiful blues is so cool. After nearly 20yrs writing: 25,000hrs, multiple novels, lots of stories, 5-600 poems & songs and two years trying to find musical artists & singers with whom to collaborate. To finally find musical homes for the songs. Homes that fit the story, feel, look, taste, smell & emotions in the writing. How to describe the feeling? No idea. Thank you for listening, liking, subscribing and sharing!

Hard to express the feeling. Nearly 20yrs writing: 25,000hrs, multiple novels, lots of stories, 5-600 poems & songs and two years trying to find musical artists & singers with whom to collaborate. To finally find musical homes for the songs. Homes that fit the story, feel, look, taste, smell & emotions in the writing. How to describe the feeling? No idea. Thank you for listening, liking, subscribing and sharing!

Still early days doing my lyrics this way (AI music and vocals), but this was a cherished moment and example of words/story/emotion finding their long lost intended sound. It's hard to express the feeling. Nearly 20yrs writing: 25,000hrs, multiple novels, lots of stories, 5-600 poems & songs and two years trying to find musical artists & singers with whom to collaborate. To finally find musical homes for the songs. Homes that fit the story, feel, look, taste, smell & emotions in the writing. Even though it's AI music and vocals, only being a father is a greater feeling. How to describe the feeling? No idea. Thank you for listening!

Hard to express the feeling. Nearly 20yrs writing: 25,000hrs, multiple novels, lots of stories, 5-600 poems & songs and two years trying to find musical artists & singers with whom to collaborate. To finally find musical homes for the songs. Homes that fit the story, feel, look, taste, smell & emotions in the writing. How to describe the feeling? No idea. Huge thanks for listening, liking and subscribing. All the best love, David