Category: Songs
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At Grandma’s House
Written by Briyan Frederick Baker℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP© Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. I wrote At Grandma’s House around 1990 at my apartment on D Street in Salt Lake City. I had borrowed a casio synth from Joey McNeill and came up with this on acoustic guitar. The synth a nice cello…
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I Care
Written by Briyan Frederick Baker℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP© Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. I wrote this during a brief stint of recording sessions with my brother, Wayne, and his friend, Brian Cantwell around 1989, in my apartment on D Street in Salt Lake. We got together to make an album of songs…
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I’ll Call
Written and recorded by Briyan Frederick Baker Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. I’ve got a million thingsWeighing on my every dayKids and work and all of that crapBut what can I say?Before you know it thingsAre just not the same between usI…
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The Truth Disguised: The Digital Soul of “Dead Men Tell”
Dead Men Tell And as I lay me down to sleepI pray my soulI pray my soul to keepFrom harm and evil and accidentLike a restless flock of sheepI bleat my incoherent thoughtsLike I’m talking to a bushWhat is the meaning of the phraseWhen does a shove become a push? And dead men tellDead men…
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tonguepocket #16 – inside a secret room
Donuts in a box, one bite goneKeys dangle like something went wrongPaddington stares from across the sleighThe dog knows cuz he always knows the wayThis time, it’s not about the sleigh rideIt’s about what’s under the floorboardsUnder the insideWhere Raggedy Ann’s back is turned awayFrom Andy’s prying eyes todayInside the secret roomWhere all the broken…
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#tonguepocket.15 – buzzsaw in the glovebox
Red lights blink in amber hazeWrist says “Enter Password” in the morning dazeFiretruck bumper, chevron glareRiding silence with static airOutlets cracked like fossil teethUnderneath the table, griefSomething plugged in long agoBut power’s fickle—let it goBuzzsaw in the glovebox, mannequin grinOld guitar aching with a song withinKeys and clips in quiet revoltThe bat still swings, but…
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tonguepocket #2.2
i photographed the birds while visiting the outlook point at the shoshonee massacre in richfield, utah. we (my parents and i) thought they were hawks but people who probably know better say they are crows. although my parents were avid hawk watchers, driving through the west side marshes of smithfield pointing out the hawks and…
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tonguepocket 2.1: this flesh never breaks
I parked the moon in a limousine shadow,tied one shoe with a golden lasso.The puppet’s grin was carved in stone—or maybe clay, or maybe bone.Feather static in the drought of June,whispers caught in a red balloon.I saw you in the one-way sky,counting tears with your blistered eye.[chorus]This flesh never breaks,Even when the mirror aches.I pull…
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So Long, Atticus
Words and music by Briyan Frederick© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAPAll rights reserved. This was originally written and recorded during a songfight where participants are given a song title and challenged to write and record a song in a week or so. It’s based on the book, To Kill a…
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