Clip Part 1 of 7 taken from movie Utopia featuring the song Synthetic Paradise from the Utopia Album by Breck Stewart. Actors: Breck Stewart, Eric Deslauriers. This song relates to that place where we all yearn to take refuge in, this sort of fabricated haven where the harsh reality of life is somehow muted. Like a perfect island in the middle of nowhere full of life, light and beauty.
Originally, this recording was never meant to be presented as a actual song but just with me goofing around with my music gear and my guitar "The DOG" just after I picked him up from the music pound. It started soon after my new friend at the time who hooked me up with the gear that I now use, must have thought that I was telling dog tales when I told him that punks used to brag that they would know someone who could blow me away with their guitar skills and I have never seen the day to which that has happened. I don't possess any particular guitar skills but when I put the Dog on my lap, he doesn't act like a traditional lapdog and he doesn't take kindly to strangers. Especially to cats who try to invade and rule the house. Well, a few days later he brought a 16 year old cat going by the name of Brandon...or Brendon along with some other cats to watch the event as B Boy was supposed to blow me away with his PRODIGY SKILLS. It was amazing to watch the boy perform Beethoven stuff and the kind of stuff you see on Youtube.
After he played his act with my Dog, he then handed the Dog over to me..."Hey hey..chuckle chuckle" ...I don't walk the Dog...He walk's me...I just tickle his neck and belly and then he'll pull off his Dog tricks to which I have no control over. I explained to my friend later that there's more to playing the guitar than just sitting a dog on your lap to perform tricks. You've gotta have some music to back you up to see how your dog keeps up with the beat and so I made this song up to show him how that's done. I made this one up real fast and tried singing for the first time and arranging vocal parts and just talked about whatever came to mind and just let the Dog do whatever he wanted to do. This is about as raw as it get's. The whole song took me about a week to do.
Original music on piano by David Vigil (Morningstar), artist / musician of santa Fe, New Mexico, USA. 'Beatinthepocket' in sites. (search Google, Yahoo or Bing )
Dana & Jaiden Edelman
Father & Son duo on Martha\'s Vineyard
Shot/Directed and edited by Gerry Wenner
Location: The Yard, Chilmark, MA
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[Tshawe Baqwa]
Oooooh
Put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
Ridin high, when I was king
Played it hard and fast, cause I had everything
Walked away, won me then
But easy come and easy go
And it would end
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
So I eight tama dj let me go
Eight tama vj get me know
Eight tama sekeey let me know
But, I played that sj let me go
I'm on my knees when I'm (beggin)
Couse I don't want to lose (you)
I got my heart on spett
And I hope that my heart gets wet becouse I freak down a beck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I need you, (yeeah) to understand
Tried so hard
To be your man
The kind of man you want in the end
Only then can I begin to live again
[Tshawe Baqwa]
An empty shell
I used to be
Shadow of my life
Was hangin over me
A broken man
Without a throne
Wont even stand the devils dance
To win my soul
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I am a chocen why am a chaisen
Boutam boutam, boutam plasment
Why me got got shit on the brayslett
Why then feel for that need a replacement
Your the wrong way track from the good
I wanna picka pickta having a good in jet
Like a audience inn a dest-way should
You can even the way have it to took the tampt anna
Keep losing on keep dosinn on keep
Boss befor not a call for sure
Keep hoe
Couse I don't wanna live whit the broken home girl a neck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I'm fighting hard
To hold my own
No, I just can't make it
All alone
I'm holdin on
I can't fall back
Now that big brass ring
Is a shade of black
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
