the walls are falling ‘cause i’m kicking them, doors keep closing in my face there’s people talking behind my back as i hide behind my cellophane soul the walls are falling ‘cause i’m kicking them, i’m feeling so out of place running a race i don’t understand, i feel like i’m out of control
you know, sometimes i feel i should learn to be a little bit more like everybody else and then i think, hell, maybe they can learn to be a little bit more like me and i wonder if i have anything to offer them anyway and do they have what i need
you know sometimes running around this same sad, lonely town i think i should just get up and get on out of here, i don’t know but then maybe i’d be running away from everything that makes me what i am maybe i’ll just stick around a little bit longer
grandpa - lowe
sitting by the fire in my grandpa’s rocker wondering what it must have been like to be him no tv’s, no cd’s, only talking boxes gray factory days and nights with gin
i never knew my grandpa he died when i was young i never knew my grandpa
traveled to this country, first generation nothing here for him but a new beginning living through two world wars must’ve been something poverty couldn’t quench the fire within
look me over, don’t look over me tell me something, do you know what i need
i see you sometimes when i sleep and you’re looking straight back at me i feel a weight from deep inside pulling me down i feel so strange when i’m around you, i can’t keep my eyes away i wonder if you’ll ever see me hiding away
have a mind minding you next to me wanna be puzzle you muzzle me struggle in front of me have a word have a clue punching bag w sample you over me bottle gotta better me
i get so tired of following you when it seems i’ll never catch you up it hurts to see you with someone else, holding him close...
he only sells dimestore novelties, all kinds of crap a to z not happy with the prices he’s getting, time for major bloodletting half the day spent in apologies, kill the dog just to rid the fleas feeling stronger, feeling quite prophetic, you’re not a prophet, you’re pathetic
don’t waste your breath preaching to the choir don’t try to tempt with heaven or threaten with hellfire freeze up with fear or surrender to desire you just speak for yourself
dreams of servitude without condition, little tyrant in your own little world one man’s vision coming to fruition, your machinations are so absurd household rules to be obeyed without question, spare the rod and spoil the child he only sells dimestore novelties, all kinds of crap a to z not happy with the prices he’s getting, time for major bloodletting half the day spent in apologies, kill the dog just to rid the fleas feeling stronger, feeling quite prophetic, you’re not a prophet, you’re pathetic
don’t waste your breath preaching to the choir don’t try to tempt with heaven or threaten with hellfire freeze up with fear or surrender to desire you just speak for yourself
dreams of servitude without condition, little tyrant in your own little world one man’s vision coming to fruition, your machinations are so absurd household rules to be obeyed without question, spare the rod and spoil the child as for the mrs, she’s in the kitchen, she won’t be coming out for quite a while
Below are the liner notes from my original music project from 1992. It's crazy to think it's been more than 30 years since we recorded this.
I'll post all of the tracks with lyrics over the next few days.
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joybuzzer one word, singular
speak for yourself what i need kicking down the walls grandpa driving me away donna reed i forget everything once was when the way of things ann boleyn
produced by mark warren and joybuzzer
engineered by jim saurman and mark warren
all music written, arranged, and performed by joybuzzer except donna reed which was written by carl cleaver and joybuzzer. special thanks to jim saurman, the cast and crew, our respective extended gene pools, and the members of the academy that made this award possible...
joybuzzer is:
brad lowe vocals, guitar bill malik bass guitar, vocals mike mccarthy drums, vocals mark warren most excellent wall o’ guitars
This is how the trademark game is played (in the US).
I have a good friend who is an IP attorney and we've spoken at length about how (for example) Fender might have chosen to regain the trademark rights it lost on its body shapes. Gibson seems to be traveling down a road that Fender (for whatever reason) chose not to follow.
I suspect one reason for the differing strategies is that Fender is more "comfortable" or even somewhat "stuck" with the level of counterfeiting that occurs in the market (due to headstock licenses) in relation to the strength of the remaining Trademarks they choose to defend.
Thanks, Scott! I'm still working to find the most ideal path forward to make this enterprise more of a business than a hobby. Necks and bridges seem to be what's most popular (and profitable), so that's where I'm focusing my energy.
Complete builds will always be part of the portfolio, but I'm going focus more narrowly on what I want to keep for myself over the next year or two (graphic finishes). When finished, I'll price those to sell at a profit, and if they don't move, I'll just hang onto them.
The last of the traditional finishes will go up for sale over the next few months and they will be priced to move, with price reductions occurring the longer they stay in inventory.