The Song Poem Project vol​.​1

by Swoody Records

Tiptoeing down the staircase to eat a piece of cheese. 
No one is around so I'll give the cheese a squeeze.
 Peeling back the plastic now the cheese is nude.
 So white so pure so stinky, cheese is my favorite dude. Way down far below there's a world for us to live,
 underneath the house that was found by all my kids.
 Deep and dark the tunnels go to a place unknown by man
 The creatures eyes all light up when they smell cheese in their land. Dark and scary pleasant and nice, the creatures really hate it when you turn on your flashlight. Tiptoeing down the staircase to eat a piece of cheese.
 No one is around so I'll give the cheese a squeeze.
 Peeling back the plastic now the cheese is nude.
 So white so pure so stinky, cheese is my favorite dude.
It was a Tuesday in October, when they cut down all the trees.
 Packaged them up on a truck, bound for Western seas.
 The workers packed up their tools, placed a sign in the mud.
 In the smallest, finest print it read: The work here's never done. It's sad but it's true, life waits for no one.
I rode my motorcycle of love right into your heart. I zipped it through the superior vena cava into your right atrium. I popped a wheelie past the tricuspid valve and was trying to show off. cause I wrecked my motorcycle in your right ventricle and can't get out your pulmonary until you say you love me aorta, aorta, so close I can hear you next to me, where are you? I’m stuck on the wrong side of the tracks and it’s bad news. please don't please don't let your heart stop beating oh please don't please don't let your heart stop pumping or I’ll be trapped inside this darkness forever, never carried out by your bleeding heart
the best one from the west, you see 
cannot be best much longer the west, you see, is jealous that the east may still be stronger so--like the boy who thinks he has to taste-test all the cookies
 and goes to bed with tummy-aches--
 the west calls up its rookies to prove to no one but itself
 that it can beat and batter
 the unprepared and unsuspecting east, whate'er the matter the west can try to justify by saying that they differ in many sorts of aspects
 (as the corpses all get stiffer) that killing one who's different
 is like killing none at all for who dare challenge what is right deserves to take the fall "there can only be one way,
 (for that is what we're taught), "
the stubborn westerners will say, "and that is why we fought" oh, who will speak for eastern men
 and have complicity with why they fought for what they thought,
 with multiplicity can differences be all bad,
 can there be just one right? 
if you please to answer no 
there're reasons none to fight
Have you heard the forecast for today? 
 We've got good weather on the way 
 So it's gonna be a lot of fun 
 when we go fishing in the sun Let's take a trip down to the sea 
 let's take a trip down to the sea 
 Let's take a trip down to the sea 
 let's take a trip down to the sea We gonna go out in the bay 
 and make a perfect summerday 
 I brought some chicken wings and wine 
 so dont you worry, we'll be fine We gonna jump out in the waves 
just like we did in younger days 
 and build some castles in the sand 
 and walk in sunshine hand in hand I think I've packed all things together and now we're in for sunny weather 
 So hurry up and get in the car! 
 We're going now and we're going far
I parapalleige to the stag That was your spirit In twisted crag Hooves upon the mist Loose hair and dry skin Beneath them list My life's a cage, My home a grave inside a cave. Nothing to do now but sit and wait, My limbs tied up inside a crate. My life's a maze, My home ablaze inside a daze. Nothing to do now but contemplate, My limbs tied up inside a crate.
 slow day
 hair curls wave curls boys & girls truth purple sundown sleepy movement
 martians & mermaids remembered
 sapphire September Echo beach peach snack basket full of cosmos
 knowing you as much dock tied hope behind another time let's do it let's do it another time
Get out of the Greyhound 
Katie's in a slowcore band
 I've got my toaster oven
 Set to toast and I'm alright Your death is my drug
 Hike to the taco stand 
Married to bedbugs
 Clear as the beer on your head Fortune teller, sell me a magic cake
 Leave it behind in the railway station
 I'll powder it then 
Nobody cares what a man in a top hat paid for it Tile on the ceiling
 Slime in the basement 
Quarter past seven
 Eating the paste again 
Spaced again I wrote my high score on your license plate
 So loan sharks stay out of your way 
Don't expect a holiday present
 This year, Mr. Mystery Get the normal flavor 
Out of my house 
It's too dry to say goodbye to 
Mechanical cannibals 
Saltwater dam
Last night you came to me inside of a dream And you took me to the room where you cry yourself to sleep You unbuttoned your blouse and I could see where another man touched you I turned away knowing that it was wrong You were someone else's all along Then I remembered that it was a dream The next time you came to me inside of a dream And you took me to the room where you cry yourself to sleep I felt you were testing me and I was being judged You unbuttoned your blouse and said "This isn't about you at all This time I stayed, knowing that it was wrong The ceiling reflected the love that we made And the painting of Saint Margaret wept in vain When I awoke the next morning I had a sick feeling in my head Knowing that I destroyed the trust of a friend And I pleasured myself with his woman in the room where nothing happened The next time you came to me inside of a dream The Painting of Saint Margaret was in the fire. You were on fire. The room was on fire. I could no longer deny that I had crossed an imaginary line. I walked away knowing that it was wrong You were someone else's all along Then I remembered that it was a dream I woke up the next morning and the sun was shining again I reveled in my small moral victory of inaction Knowing full well the love i had for you was real and i buried it In the nothingness of my heart. In the nothingness of my heart.
Take your fist from their face raise it in the air I didn’t mean to be the one to scare you but love conquers hate Not so the cutsie luv when you have to be the dream Boy be the girl hold the hands fall in line marry ripe reach a peak caressed by money and don’t forget popping out babies. And we’ll meet in that indie fashion as you leave a claim to be late to meet the grave To the love as to living as you take in the suns to the sets as you feel the warmth just to feel the chill blind in teeth dance around swallow bites ecstatic flavors never wanting no more but the face to fate next to hours forget minutes and a sigh reliving moments Whether it’s a life worth living or a death worth waiting for time spent loving is another day waiting your will.
Clinging to my sheets, I hear the siren choir scream. Screeching in my ears, this fear, electric shuddering. Shooting out so fast in shards, I comet to the ground. Burning up in atmosphere, liquefying sound. I've forgotten how to breathe. This could be the end of me. Are we ever ready to go? Heaven gets the best of me, Reaching down and grabbing me. Other worlds I've never been shown. None of this is real, I feel the space behind my eyes. I'm vaporized, I'm incomplete. Weightless in the sky. I can see a million stars, Brilliant crystal night, Stare out to the dawn, the neon-colored light. Shatter through the glass, to neon-colored light.
The woman in the train station
 Said she knew the score
 Raving about the screaming in her head
 About the people knocking at the door I try not to mind shouters on the train But I'm taken by the man behind the screen
 With eyes like mine A face a hundred years have seen We live in a hollow city
 So long ago cleaned from black and white 
 Crying out for the nerve, the heart, the brain Why o' why can't I
 So we skip any where we can Light the yellow road to find the man You cried that night As kisses fell to the floor Wept for dignity Said you didn't feel like yourself anymore If it could be the ball
 The sublime, the strange, the promenade
 But you haven't seen those films
 And you don't pray to those gods We live in a hollow city
 But it cannot hold the rain
 It's sopped up in the money and the fame Sing sha la la sha la la again
 And if you have no part there's no need to run
 Because the calvary's not coming, no hired gun Your friend left us It was hot and muggy may gray I said to you it looked like rain 
 And touched hands like a hold
 But it never did anyway And as we crawled out of the caverns
 To see the sun set between the stones My shoes filled up with puddles
 All the things I'd never known And amidst the confusion
the swirling tempests and the beats I began to believe the record Of my final defeat For we live in a hollow city And I wish to be your man
I cannot change the past
 But hold this present in my hand
 So sings the opera, so ends this strain
 And I'm left on the platform, waiting for the train
She crossed the street at the boulevard Her skirt was blowing in the air Her blouse was cut really low A buck or two was her fare She needed something to get her by Cause the hurt was starting to show Maybe a date would be passing by And she’ll be able to score Good god, look at that girl Dig that did you see that girl What a pretty pretty little girl Look what’s become of her world I looked at her and she looked at me Then I started feeling really sad She tried to smile but it didn’t show I knew she was feeling bad She said hey mister do you have the time Or maybe a penny to spare Cause the night is really cold And it seems that no one cares
Let's play the stones together
 you be Keith and and I'll be Mick
 let's throw some stones together 
 You be the ball I'll be the stick Let's play stones 
 Let's rock the bones 
 Let's wake up the neighbors
 Let's wake them all up Let's put our amps together. Let's figure it out 
 Let's dance like we know how Lets forget about them all.
I wrote this song for you, pretty honey
 I ain’t got time or a whole lot of money to spend Things around here are looking very strange
 So for you my words I’ll gladly exchange
 Sing the words, gather some rhythm Do you even want to know who or what I am? I am the voice inside the guts of your body I am everything you want to embody I hear the street lights, call my name
 Every single one of them looks the same But I’m here and I’m walking down this road I chose And I can hear the sweet hum of the undertow Opening eyes peel back the lemon rind Sweet sugar aide of my unconfined words They say that it’s nothing to count upon I know that we’re only waiting on the dawn Heaven or hell
 Keeping me out, but I’m doing well Laughing and playing
 Hazy lights keep me swaying
 Hazy lights keep my song
 Live hard, die strong So, baby, keep on humming and playing You’ve got to know that all I’m saying is Things are better than they were before
 We fought the fight, we won the war And now we keep on hanging on
 I promise the good days are not all gone And when my bones they hit the ground
 You will only hear this sound
Elvis once sang In the Ghetto Frank Zappa once sang In France The Smithereens Sang in a Lonely Place Bill Wyman in Another Land Ringo Starr sang in Liverpool U2 Sang in God’s Country If they can all sing, is it such a big thing To ask you to sing on KEY? It’s not that hard Cover your ear and sing into your hand Don’t sing so loud, you stupid kid you down out the band As lead singers go, I think you should know you have a future in futility It’s not that hard – find someone who sings on key Charlie Daniels sings in America Nirvana sings in Bloom Phil Collins sings in the air tonight And the Beach Boys Sing in My Room Pat Benatar Sings in the Heat of the Night Bruce Hornsby in the Low Country Is it too much to ask to take a similar task And LEARN HOW TO SING ON KEY? Good god you suck I wasted good Guinness listening to you Don’t press your luck You don’t get an encore the crowd hates you too You could have avoided your fast unemployment to musical obscurity If you’d just shut up or learned how to sing on key Joe Walsh sings in the City Led Zeppelin Sings in the Light Wilson Pickett Sings in the Midnight Hour Five Satins in the still of the night Mungo Jerry Sings in the Summertime Village People in the Navy And I think it’s safe to say That they never tried to play Till they learned how to sing on key Shut up SHUT UP Your terrible voice gives a bad name to crap Just give it up You’d even be tone deaf if you tried to rap We’re plugging our ears so there will be no cheers Until you stop immediately Get the hell off stage And learn how to sing on key
Im sitting in a dark room, by myself it's like a tomb. Shadows dancing all over wall, how it's makes me feel so small. It's much too quiet here. Im Starting to hear things that aren't there. Seeing things I shouldnt see. Oh my gosh what could that be. I'm waiting for a familiar sound, like a ticking clock that's just been wound. Or even the wind against the trees, as it shakes the golden autumn leaves. It's much too quiet here. This place is giving me quite a scare. I thought that I could wait it out. But I'm about to scream and shout. I want to run and get away, but I can't seem to find my way. Is this a maze, a game I'm in. Cause I really don't need to win. Its much too quiet here. I was just scared, but now I fear. I may not make it out all right. Or even make it through the night. Is this a door an exit perhaps? Because I have made several laps. Around this unfamiliar house, am I a laboratory mouse. It's much too quiet here. I'm starting to hear things that aren't there. Seeing things I shouldn't see. Oh my gosh what could that be.
its round table time again do you want to make this deal? or should i just do it behind your backs? i am the head of this club and we are not a fucking gang we own this town no one is going to stop us no one is going to stop us the people here look up to us they show us mad respect we ride our women like we ride our bikes any chance we get any chance we get saving up some money from the guns that we sell gonna be living off of at least 7 figures a year for the rest of my life i want out.
Room available now no lease no deposit Pay your rent on a month-to-month basis No smoking indoors Hardwood floors A lock on your door But wait--there's more: A washer and a dryer and cable and internet and covered parking Move in today You don't have to wait A great location and friendly management Walk-in closet It's available now Roads always plowed Before you say, "wow!"... All of this information you've been given isn't real--yes, it's a big scam Room doesn't exist I'm pissed Back to the list
gloomy witches dark witches sad witches mad witches ridin through town round town gonna getcha when you least know it ha ha ha ha ha ha tryin to relax tryin to relax but i have to keep my mouth shut
 and sleep with one eye open
 cause they’re gonna over take me put a spell on me make me do something its gonna drive you crazy so i run like no other search in for a brotha anything i can find to get them outta my mind i take the bus for a long time but then i see her creepin green face sick hair follow in me and no one seems to care
 she mirrors my every move and corners me to the back
 her fiery eyes a glarin into mine as she gets close ‘bout to have a heart attack I try to climb out the window but the the driver yells sit down and thats when it occurs me I’m screwed in this town! gloomy witches dark witches sad witches mad witches ridin through town round town gonna getcha when you least know it
 ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
 tryin to relax tryin to relax but I have to face them every where I go I can’t shake her off I rub my eyes to surely know but somethins up with my brain this unremovable stain
 BOO there she is outside my school cafeteria black hat broom stick moves quick i run mad people think i have hysteria
 but theres no cure no clue or conclusion to this song 
So I think Im gonna go have some cherry ice cream now 
before it gets too long
all though we’re all born different, 
 in many ways were all the same 
 don’t judge me by the color of my skin. 
 or how they spell my name, 
 some men are born to follow, 
 some men are born to lead, 
 it doesn’t mean I’m worthless, 
 cause I’ve not learned to read . it may seem hard it imagine, 
 that you could look like me, 
 put two colors into one pot 
 and you’d be just like me. 
 interaction and variation, 
 makes time for us to change 
 I know that your born a wealthy man 
 with a title to your name the papers heralded your arrival, 
 to the lime lite your mother she came, 
 while I was born a secret by a girl 
 who bore her shame 
 we both were born in different beds 
 a silver spoon lay by your side, 
 while i was born in a hot tin shed , 
 with neither windows or doors. all thought were all born different, 
 in many ways were all the same. 
 it doesn’t mean I’m a lesser man. 
 cause i cant spell my name 
 its true that i look different, 
 but you look strange to me. 
 but it doesn’t mean, we must fight 
 or cant live in harmony... it doesn’t mean we must fight or cant live in harmony


Song Poems were a way for small record labels in the past to get money by offering amateur writers the next big radio hit if they sent in their poem and a fee. Studio musicians hastily recorded the poem. Then the recording was sent back to the writer and forgotten. The Song Poem Project was created in tribute to the bizarre, beautiful, and honest music that would happen with this unusual process.

Various musicians from California, Utah, Arizona, New York, Florida, Britain, and Stockholm, wrote poems and randomly exchanged them with each other to create the unique songs displayed on this album.


released May 7, 2013

Poems and songs by: Thompson Owen, Serene Dominic, Jessica Davis (S.L.F.M.), Daniel Fischer (Fisch Loops), Patrik Eriksson and Ingrid Hultén, Ryan Avery (Hi My Name Is Ryan), B.C. Sterrett (Teenage Horses), Davin Abegg (Secret Abilities), Valerie Rose Day, Jack Cavanaugh, Shelby Figueroa, Daniel Spencer, Helen Cox, Timothy Mathis (Butt-Out), Ryan Garey (Danger Button), David Todd (Mr. Snow Man), Nate Housley (PTO), Han Greenwood (The Suggestive), Tom Tuerff, Jacob Haupt (Aquatic Ghost Colony), and Brad Rizer.

Album art by B.C. Sterrett and Davin Abegg


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