Dans La Nuit (Andouille en Paris)

It was a fine warm evening, my love and I walked by the river,Dans la nuit andouille en Paris, dans la nuit andouille mama mia We looked for the finest restaurant to celebrate our recent wedlock

We ordered in the native language, she wanted lobster but got duck instead Andouille, dans la nuit, merci, dans la nuit andouille, Can’t you see that we’re shot by the arrow of cupid, Je suis american, I must be stupid, The food arrived as we raised a glass, I pushed my chair and broke an ornamental fence, Our honeymoon will be one fine tale Does this wine go good with my horse entrails?

Garcon, qu’est que c’est? Monsieur, cette andouille bien sur Is this not what you wanted? Our horse feces are highly touted Later as I tried to sleep there, the only thought that I had was of meat

Andouille la nuit, toujours mon ami, dans la nuit what a scene, That muggy night my lover slept alone as I rolled on the hotel floor It was a fine french evening, my love and I walked by the Seine

Dans la nuit andouille, en Paris, dans la nuit you and me, Garcon, l’addition s’il vous plait, merci et bon soir

DC: lead guitar, lyrics, vocals / Jim Shelley: guitars, bass, drums

I’m No Fool

I’m no fool, I’m no fool, I’m no fool, For you I would go anywhere, I would go anywhere for you,To be with you I would do anything, I would do anything to be with you, I’m no fool In the dark past I would choose to follow many foolish routes, Now I am thinking straight, I know what to do For truth I would reveal, I would reveal myself for truth, For your love I would give honestly, I would give honestly for your love, I’m no fool, In the past did I hold it out? It’s a test of my present pledge

You can have the good and bad, you’ll know what to do, I’m no fool, For you I would do anything, I would do anything for you, to be with you I would I would go anywhere, I would go anywhere To be with you, I’m no fool

DC: lyrics, vocals, lead guitar / Michael J. Bowman: drums, guitars

San Francisco

That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco

Well I can’t believe this gorgeous day, As I gaze upon the wind blown bay, The red and white and blue and golden gate, Stretch out just before me, Up and down the hills is what I do, Stop and go on nineteenth avenue, Maybe I’ll stop again for Chinese food, No, I don’t think so

That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco

What did Tony Bennett really mean, About the cable cars and city steam, Or was it just the fog in summer seen, Like ghosts through a window, From the Mission to the homeless Haight, To the Castro where the weird are straight, The pricey Noe to the beaches may begin to describe it

That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco

And on peaks named for twins I asked my love to marry me, Let Sutro Towers signal carry the news to the seagulls on the Farrallon Islands, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, Although I know it I can still get lost, Did I pass Geary or did I just cross the entrance to the park so I just toss my hands in a gesture, I’m coming back again to get some more

I’ll see a show and hit the record store, Do you remember Bud’s when it was on twenty fourth? We’d line up for ice cream, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco, That’s where I’ll go, San Francisco

DC: lyrics, vocals / Ken Clinger: keyboards, drums / Robin O’Brien: background vocals

Trial By Fire

The trial by fire has just begun, To capture this moment so I’ll be there, The struggle and torment it will al be shared, The trial by fire has just begun, I wish I was this smart when I was a younger man

To harness the atom we’ll all be there, all misters and madams will all breathe this air, the trial by fire has just begun , I wish I had seen this when I was young, It’s not a waste to know what I know

At least I know something as I get older now, To capture this moment so I’ll be there, The hassles and bullshit , why pull out my hair? The trial by fire has just begun, I wish I had seen this when I was young, the trial by fire has had its run, I wish I had seen this when I was young.

DC: lyrics, vocals, guitars / Ray Carmen: guitars

Willow Glen

Those were my wild and crazy years, Desperation put me through some tears, I laid on the floor and thought to myself, Did I make an effort then? Yeah, maybe I tried too hard, I wanted to be a shepherd then but I didn’t even have a flock, I thought there would be exciting times, Instead my soul was ripped by some pliers, I worked the midnight shift and then I cracked, Did I make an effort then? Damn right, I really tried too hard, Did I get her number right, it doesn’t look like it will go too far, I want to get it, I need to get it, I couldn’t get it In Willow Glen, I want to get some, I need to get some, I couldn’t get some In Willow Glen, I want to get it, I need to get it, I couldn’t get it In Willow Glen

Did I make an effort then? I traveled both north and south, this loneliness will never end If I keep shooting off my big mouth, I want to get it, I need to get, I couldn’t get it, In Willow Glen, I want to get some, I need to get some, I couldn’t get some In Willow Glen

DC: lyrics, vocals, guitars, bass / Dino DiMuro: guitars, drums

How To Cut Kabocha

I can see the woman with the baby in the cart and she needs help with picking out some tasty fruit

for her family, I can help the old guy with a list he brought from home by suggesting that he also get some parsley and a lemon and a twig of mint, I can clean up the mess that the people make When they try to get the best value by digging to the bottom, That’s where we hide the good stuff

You want to get it from the bottom, I do my best to service all the customers I meet

By being courteous and helpful and agreeing to their every demand, Even though the corn will dry out if it’s husked and cleaned too early, Don’t you know if you’re going to cut kabocha with a knife

Don’t you know it’s better to use a small blade then a large clumsy knife where you might get hurt

When the blade jumps to the edge of the squash How may I help you? Are you finding everything you want? Did you notice that our bargains extend to the other areas of the store? Maybe get some pound cake with those berries and be good for tonight’s dessert, trust me now to direct you to the everyday items that you need and remember that we’re giving you twenty four hours a day with a smile, would you like some help to the car and please have a nice day and come again

DC: lyrics, vocals / Charles Rice Goff III: keyboards, computer editing

Places I’ve Never Been

As I sit in my chair tonight and think about all the places I’ve never been as I daydream in front of the fire and think about all the people I’ve never met, then I ponder and try to decide how I will get there before the river dries as I, as I, as I wonder about this world, The time is passing for this aging bull, how can I mount her if I am too slow? I often wonder about Buffalo, does the snow there really groan and squeak? I’ve been some places but I’d like to know so many more places and spend many more weeks I’m getting my tickets for my flight to Rome, I want to taste the flavors and see the girls

Maybe Helsinki will be my future home ,There’s so many spots of interest in this world as I, as I , as I wonder about this world, Johannesburg, Calcutta, Indianapolis, St. Petersburg, Boise, New Orleans

DC:lyrics, vocals / Russ Stedman: lead and rhythm guitars, bass, drums, voice

This Mystery

Did you want it, yeah you got it, this mystery, If the magic box should open what would the message be? I didn’t realize, I couldn’t understand or begin to know the meaning ,this ancient language, this dead observance and the ritual and tribal customs seems so strange to me, I wonder how it happens seems like Greek to me but I’ve never been to Athens, did you plan it, did it get mangled by your zealous squeeze was it coyotes or just canned laughter wafting on the breeze, You didn’t realize, you couldn’t understand what I couldn’t see, I am an insect, what is it your are, you are a mystery, It looks so strange to me but everyone’s so different, What kind of light do you see outside of my spectrum? There is a shifting , some small agreement now, can we believe it and make it work as we go, The weight is lifting, it’s our achievement, mutual success that we can bring about together now, do you still want, yeah, you sought it through history, read all the masters, studied with gurus and lived among the leaves, now we can realize, now we can understand what the message means, I am the right hand, you are the left hand, we are the same body, it feels so strange that we confuse it with a burning, heals and we can breathe spin here without turning, there is some music, here comes the parade, here comes some dreaming

DC: lyrics, vocals / J Mundok: guitars, bass, drums, keyboards

Our Fathers

It’s hard to figure out where I’m going sometimes, it feels like walking in the dark, I can see the outline but I can’t really tell where I am I’m walking in the dark for what seems like miles but I feel lost ,Our Fathers stay with us, our followers pray with us, Our Mothers will deliver, our future and forever, our Fathers , our children, our followers, our brethren, our Mothers create the heavens, our future is together, can you tell me where I am? I feel lost, I feel unborn, there’s nowhere to go because I’ve never been

DC: lyrics, vocals, editing / Amy Denio: keyboards, drums

Blackberry Popsicle

Come visit this place of mist and moss, come out the other side and be changed forever, well the redwoods beckoned us so we drove the avenue of giants, we paralled the river and stopped at the shop where they sell strange blown glass, as the sun’s rays faded out and the sounds were minimized and the limbs hung overhead like misconceptions that we harbored from a time, then a roadside stand proclaimed of fruits and vegetables and more, I can’t believe this, a dream so real, transformed into purple flesh, is it just illusion, I don’t know but I can tell that this blackberry popsicle tastes good, blackberry popsicle in the redwoods, do you still see me, a haze covers everything, am I just confused, I don’t know but I can tell that this blackberry popsicle tastes good, blackberry popsicle, when we got home we looked at all the maps and couldn’t find the spot where we had met the woman with the fruit that day, we drove back the next year and asked the locals there, do you know the place we said, they don’t know and they can’t tell if I’ve lost my mind and I’m not sure if I left it there, heck I even asked a bear but I can tell that this blackberry popsicle, blackberry popsicle tastes good.

DC: lyrics, vocals / Kevyn Dymond: guitars, keyboards, bass, drums

Something To Believe

I tried to wrap my mind around it but I couldn’t get a grip, I didn’t have a clue, I tried to push my weight upon it and even though I’m fat the pressure wouldn’t do, I’ve worked myself into a fix again

There’s nowhere left to go and no one left to blame, I’m up to my old tricks it seems , I know it shouldn’t be but I guess that’s how I like it, I need something to believe, But god is charging me and the info isn’t cheap, I need something else to eat, the buddha’s making tacos but I think he fell asleep, I shied away from looking at it, I tried to turn my back but scoliosis wouldn’t let me, I hid my face and closed my eyes to it and even in the dark I knew that it would find me, I tried to touch my feet upon it and even though I’m short my toes can’t seem to reach it, I forced remaining teeth into it and even drawing blood I could not reduce the poison I need to something to believe But god charging is charging me and the info isn’t cheap I need something else to breathe but allah’s boiling water but I think he fell in deep, I tried to wrap my mind around it but I couldn’t get a grip I didn’t have a clue, I tried to push my weight upon it and even though I’m fat the pressure wouldn’t do, I’ve worked my self into a fix again, there’s nowhere left to go and no one left to blame, I’m up to my old tricks it seems, I know it shouldn’t be but I guess that’s how I like it.

DC: lead guitar, lyrics, vocals, percussion / Al Perry: guitars, bass, drums

Disappeared In This City

The field is frozen, it is deep January, the stalks are firmly rooted in ice, I climbed out of my hole to take a look around, I went looking for my soul but that thing can’t be found, looks like I’ve disappeared like the rain on the glass, like the smoke in the air, disappeared in this city, I grabbed the lowest rung and tried to hang on tight , what have I now become as the day turns to night?

He is not here, the old sun, as absent as if he were asleep, the field is frozen. The leaves are dry.

Bad is final in this light. In this bleak air the broken stalks have arms without hands. They have trunks without legs or, for that, without heads. They have heads in which a captive cry Is merely the moving of a tongue. Snow sparkles like eyesight falling to earth, like seeing fallen brightly away.

The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. I am a midnight mole. I live in shadows cursed. No story to be told. No babies left to nurse. Looks like I’ve disappeared like the scent of a mate, like the sight of some prey disappeared in this city. I climbed back in my hole, there’s safety in the ground,no one to say goodbye as I check out of this town.

DC: lyrics, vocals, tape manipulation / Heather Perkins: keyboards, drums, editing, field recordings

excerpt from "No Sop, No Possum, No Taters" by Wallace Stevens 1943

California Sky

California sky, California sky, it’s hard to envision a more beautiful sunset, I’d strain to discover a picture more perfect, than the California sky, California sky, But under the surface, the sheen of the blueness, the clouds shield the mountains and I lose my focus, California sky, Northern California sky, I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be California sky

DC: lyrics, vocals / Robin O’Brien: guitars, rubbed glass, voice

Halfway

Halfway from her is too far, I thought I could make it but the yearning is mountainous The clouds beguiling, your eyes up on Everest, conquering me, don’t need a sherpa to tell me it’s dangerous, halfway from here is too hard, less than my finger when placed on the mercator map The winds they do gale, your breath on my flushing neck, conquering me, Don’t need the forecast to tell me it’s hot in here

DC: lyrics, vocals / R. Stevie Moore: keyboards/ Dino DiMuro: additional engineering and editing

CD 2

I’d Rather Be Home

I’m saving some money, we’re going to Vegas, we’re not going to gamble, stay away from the bodegas, we’re going to visit the Coca Cola Museum, we’re staying at Harrah’s across from the Colosseum, but the ghost of Dean Martin and Bellagio waters will just make me homesick because you know what really matters, I’d rather be home, watching a movie, doing the dishes, taking a nap, I’m looking Minnesota but feeling South Dakota, eating at Hoagie’s or Davanni’s but I’m passing my quota, the dance floor at first avenue ain’t as fun as home with you. I’d rather be home, I’d rather be home, I just got back from Minneapolis.

Russ Stedman: lyrics, vocals, second lead guitar DC: rhythm and lead guitars, bass, drums

Between Us

You are not with me the time has taken you away, when my sunset’s behind the trees it’s rising in your east , if you close you eyes and I close mine at the same time we can meet in the middle of the same big sky that covers you and me, all the space between us can never be between us as long as we remember we’re together hearts and minds, if you close your eyes and I close mine at the same time we can meet in the middle of the same big sky that covers you and me, dance with me in the middle, dance with me in the in between, all the space between us can never be between us as long as we remember we’re together hearts and minds, you are not with me.

J Mundok: lyrics, vocals, keyboards / DC: guitars, bass, drums/ Greg Gray: drums

Inner Cottage

Inner cottage, cottage on a hill, hear the silence if you will, in the cottage, cozy living room , old piano perfect tune, inner bloom, in a garden floral splendor deep perfume, inner pathway leading down the hill lapping waters quiet thrill , sense of welcome breeze from far away, gentle wonder perfect day, place to play, whisper secrets waking memories holiday, inner cottage, cottage on a hill, hear the silence if you will, if you will

Ken Clinger: lyrics, vocals, mellotron / DC: guitars, bass, drums, keyboards

Santa Catalina Boy Scout Summer Camp 1968

I cried when I heard the news, cried when I saw the clip, end of his career, too young to vote but I wanted him to win I had bumper stickers, mom told me he was better off just slipping away and if he hadn’t died he’d be a glassy eyed vegetable to this very day, we rode the boat, we vomited, we had a ball, watched the supernova that was actually a United States ballistic rocket gone astray, and then one night they crept into my tent, pitch black and not making a sound and from behind a single blow to the back of my head, Kennedy’s been shot watch out for Sirhan Sirhan, I was Kennedy sprawled on my back on the canvas bed, my pal was Sirhan brandishing the gun he’d made in woodshop, the other guys waving flashlights at me like photographers, there in the blinding confusion struggling in the most surreal play that I would ever live or see, ‘cos it was Santa Catalina Boy Scout Summer Camp 1968, get that out of my eyes! I want to live.

Dino DiMuro: lyrics, vocals, sound effects / DC: guitars, remixed preset track from BOSS 1180 hard disk recorder

Viaggatore Bella

Amy Denio: wordless vocals, editing / DC: guitars, bass, drums

The Bite/ Behaving Like A Jew

I didn't start taking myself seriously as a poet until the white began to appear in my cheek. All before was amusement and affection - now, like a hare, like a hare, like a hare, I watch the turtle lift one horrible leg over the last remaining stile and head for home, practically roaring with virtue.
Everything, suddenly everything is up there in the mind. All the beauty of the race gone and my life merely an allegory. Behaving like a jew, behaving like a jew. When I got there the dead opossum looked like an enormous baby sleeping on the road. It took me only a few seconds - just seeing him there - with a hole in his back and the wind blowing through his hair to get back again into my animal sorrow. I'm sick of the country, the blood-stained bumpers, the stiff hairs sticking out of the grilles, the slimy highways, the heavy birds refusing to move; I'm sick of the spirit of Lindbergh over everything, that joy in death, that philosophical understanding of carnage, that concentration on the species. I am going to be unappeased at the opossum's death. I'm going to behave like a Jew and touch his face, and stare into his eyes and pull him off the road. I'm not going to stand in a wet ditch with the Toyotas and the Chevy's passing over me at 60 miles an hour and praise the beauty and the balance and lose myself in the immortal lifestream when my hands are still a little shaky from his stiffness and his bulk, and my eyes are still weak and misty from his round fingers and - from his round belly and his curved fingers and his black whiskers and his little dancing feet.
I didn't start taking myself seriously as a poet until the white began to appear in my cheek. All before was amusement and affection - now, like a hare, like a hare, like a hare, I watch the turtle lift one horrible leg over the last remaining stile and head for home, practically roaring with virtue.
Everything, suddenly everything is up there in the mind. All the beauty of the race gone and my life merely an allegory.

R. Stevie Moore: vocals, electric guitar / Gerald Stern: lyrics / DC: guitars, bass, drums

Capitola

Sitting on my surf board just off shore, the water was cool and the sun was warm, I’d surf until my arms got sore, sit on the beach and then go surfing some more, happy sunshine days in the summer time catching waves, on the coast in California, on the beach at Capitola, the sets would come a-rollin’ in, catch wave and paddle out again, I really didn’t have a single care now I’m wishin’ I could go back there, happy sunshine days in the summer time catching waves, on the coast of California, on the beach at Capitola

Al Perry: lyrics, vocals, lead guitar / DC: guitars, bass, drums

Room

The upstairs bedroom of a spilt level stucco duplex, she spends a lot of time here, to her it’s nothing new, those knick knacks on the night stand, so relaxed and graceful as she darts to and fro, odd shadows play upon her from dancing candle flames, a picture that she painted is on the wall above me, some soft and tattered garment hangs from a dresser drawer , the fingerprint aroma of her distinctive odor floats down my nasal hallway, alerting all my atoms, her feathered fingers find me, in her room my mental maps are melting , time is elastic in her room, it may well be tomorrow or three lifetimes ago, my senses sizzle in her enchanted sanctuary, a torn thread in her blanket, small things can bring great comfort, I see her dainty mirror and ponder my reflection.

Kevyn Dymond: lyrics, vocals DC: keyboards, bass, drums

Lester In Exile

It happened to be the same in dough pie timing, Lester was my friend then, he caught on my wow main, lit into dine song, I’d come with his truce, white lemon dough pie too, mighty men tied in, Lester in Exile, It happened one time to dough, be dough and oh, all my talk it is...I have my reasons, tuned and awaiting in and eating my shell, mowed down by my species, no one can offer anything at all, Lester In Exile, are you ready?

Robin O’Brien: lyrics, vocals / DC: guitars, bass, drums, keyboard

Windy Hill

Climbing up into the clouds, the sounds of silence very loud hanging in the air between a hazy blue and a misty green, take me back to windy hill that’s where I want to be, standing high on windy hill just you and me and sky makes three that’s where I want to be, wandering through a sea of trees just one morning free as we please, drifting past the smiling faces each one bound for secret places, stopping by a diamond stream, drinking from a passing dream, then it’s time to be on our way and suddenly it’s another day, take me back to windy hill that’s where I want to be, standing high on windy hill just you and me and sky makes three that’s where I want to be.

Jim Shelley: lyrics, vocals / DC: guitars, bass, drums

Grown Man Cry

I hate to see a grown man cry especially when it’s me, I swallowed pride until I’m sick inside this is not where I want to be, but here I am with my heart on my sleeve and a kick me sign on my back, my socks on the rug wipe my feet on the floor, we both know that this isn’t an act, what’s going on I don’t understand , why do you think so little of me?, are you trying to turn me down when you know I’m not the enemy, I hate to see a grown man cry lying face down on the floor, this time has come to put this to right you can’t push me around anymore, every dog has its day and one day yours will come, open your eyes before it’s too late too see what you have done, you spend so much time pushing people’s buttons and pushing people around you build a wall around yourself and now its coming down, I hate to see a grown man cry, I swallowed pride until I’m sick inside this is not where I want to be, I hate to see a grown man cry, the time has come to put this to right you can’t push me around anymore.

Ray Carmen: lyrics, vocals / DC: guitars, bass, percussion

Holes In My Head

Turn it up compress it down, holes bouncin’ silly tingly in sound, not the holes behind the bright blue sky, not the holes in the erotic pie, we’re talking eardrums baby rockin to the beats under my eyes, ha!, good gods!, ha!, my favorite places are holes in my head the orifi of jangly vibes makin my brain cells feel alive, makin my brain cells feel alive, music, magic, sonic synapse, snaps my fingers echoes linger, birds a tweetin’, bongos beatin’, songs a-scratchin’, lyrics teachin’, sing your soul song, bang the love gong, I tell you now it gets me so hot, rub your tongue on my e spot, pound my anvil, hit my hammer, dig right into my stirrups, drown me in your sonic syrup, whisper softly let me hear it, my cochlea’s twitchin’ now, make me crazy shout it loud, I like to hear the reverb, equalized, distorted , my ears canals are burnin’ fire, the current runs right up my wire, gestalt jumpin’, heartbeat’s thumpin’, muscles pumpin’, butts a bumpin’, ha! good gods! Give it to me now shove it up my ear canals.

Charles Rice Goff III: lyrics, vocals, sounds / DC: guitars, bass, drums

Ghost

Here I am, here I am, the places I go to they’re so familiar, the people I see there they used to know me, they keep on walking and looking right through me, they keep on doing whatever they’re doing, I see, I hear but nobody sees me, nobody hears me, they keep on doing whatever they’re doing.

Michael J. Bowman: lyrics, vocals,casio ctk-450, pod 2.0 / DC: guitars, moog, drums

Back Where I’ve Been

I don’t suppose you know what I have in mind or how I feel, I don’t think you know where I want to go, I want to go back where I’ve been and I , I just trying not to fall, and I, I’m lost, welcome darkness come on in I know you well night surrounds me like a friend I fall again, I fall again...night is going to fall, morning’s going to come, all lost things will find a home and I...I want to be a message running through the wire, I want to be rain running down your skin, I want to get lost, I want to be found, I want myself back, night is going to fall, morning’s going to come, all lost things will find a home and I , I just want someone to save me, save me, save me...I know I have to save myself, I’m just trying not to fall.

Heather Perkins: lyrics, vocals, nyckelharp / DC: guitars, bass, percussion

"Drums" may be electronic or acoustic drum sounds, played or programmed.

produced by Don Campau and all contributing artists copyright 2005

Lonely Whistle Music/ Po Box 9162/ Santa Rosa CA 95405

Back in the mid 1980's I started doing mail music collaborations with various people, exchanging backing tracks on cassette and adding remaining touches like vocals and other instruments. My first attempt at this was my double cassette , Pinata Party , released in 1986.This featured 4 artists: Dino DiMuro, Ken Clinger, James Hill and Mark Hanley. In 1988 I did a single tape, Pen Pals, with 16 separate artists and then in 1996 I did Pen Pals 2 which featured 18 artists. On these two tapes everyone sent me backing tracks and I wrote the lyrics and added vocals.

For Pen Pals 3, now exchanging music on CD and recording on a digital hard disk recorder, the idea was to have people contribute backings for CD 1 and I added the vocals. On CD 2 the same people wrote the lyrics and recorded vocals and I did the backing music. The idea was to have everyone write lyrics about places that are special to them, either real physical places or internal dimensions that inspire them.

My thanks to everyone who participated in this very rewarding and fun project.

All of these artists have released music under their own names or with bands and I highly suggest getting in touch with them to discover their wonderful sounds. Contact me for their email or postal information. Don Campau March 2005