Static Method Music

You think you're a saint Cause you're not a sinner You say you're a hero Cause you ain't a villain You think the way to be loved Is to never be hated You say they can't kill or destroy What was never created You think that you're right Cause you avoid being wrong You think you're in tune Cause you won't sing your song And you gotta be happy cause You're never crying You say you're successful Could it be you're not trying But I'm here to tell you that You ain't even Whatever the hell ya No doubt believe in You can't hide or deny me Cause I'll get even You can't be something If you ain't nothing You say you're a winner Tell me who have you lost You claim to be wealthy But never cover the cost You got all of the answers that You never question You got an impeccable taste Could it be indigestion I'm here to tell you that You ain't even Whatever the hell ya No doubt believe in You can't hide or deny me Cause I'll get even You can't be somethin' If you ain't nothin' No, you can't be something without me Without me Even as evil As evil as I am You, know that you wanna be something Don’t you wanna be something, something Give me a reason To give you a good goddamn You're shining your virtue While hiding your vice Fig leaves after feasting Tell me who pays the price Your candle of kindness Could never burn mean But it's casting a shadow on me Unseen

May you feel the joy of Christmas time May you know the love of friends May the angels sing your song sublime May the music never end May the last be first on Christmas Day May the lost, at last, be found May the silent souls with much to say Freely make their joyous sound Awake the dying ember As autumn falls to its surrender Sing those songs so we remember the miracle arriving each December Hail the guiding star that wise men love Bring your gifts to share Tremble neath the holy host above Make the voyage if you dare

Is it an Easter song? Let’s hope so.

Some minimoogs, a clav, and a drum machine

Just a couple of 70s mini moogs and some 80s reverb

A song inspired by Phil Stutz' Part X and CS Lewis' Screwtape Letters

This is the first Neon Belly Records song release of my new fantasy band, Pancakes for Ingrates (which will get its own website when the first album is complete). It is also the very first bit of music to come out of the entire Static Method process consisting of 5 rituals. It proves that I can make album ready rock throughout the day, any time of day even while working a demanding 50 hour per week day job as a psychotherapist. Many of us have such songs locked up inside us. The Static Method unchains the melody. You can trace music on this site throughout the static-method process. For example this song, Jangle, started out as a Groove… during Ritual 1. Then it progressed into becoming a Scratch Song in Ritual 2. It finally progresses to rituals 3, 4, and 5 which transform it into a radio-ready song. Jangle She’s got a sound that she makes when she walks through the front porch door And she laughs in the face of darkness when she parks it on the market floor I’ve got a feeling that she just might turn A steeling that you’ve got to earn Try it so you might discern a signal on the chain Well it’s hard to explain Just allow a man to cuss and complain There’s a crack in my back And I hope that you can give it some slack Yeah He’s got a burden for Churchill a regular OFG And he won’t abide all the lies and he sure as hell won’t bend the knee I’ve got a feeling that it’s gonna burn All the cheaters are about to learn A fetus in the fern confirms the jangle on the chain Well it’s hard to explain And if I do I might just cuss and complain There’s a crack down my back But you don’t have to give me no slack Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah We got a tangle the signal is a jangle Help me find my way home

Well it’s hard. To Explain. Won’t you ‘low a man to Cuss ‘n Complain? Don’t listen to this. Move directly to the finished mix down on Jangle by Neon Belly.