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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

We are working on a new album "Preachin' to the Choir".  Look for a live CD release party in the spring of 2014.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Here in the Northwest flotsam that has made a trans-Pacific journey continues to wash up on U.S. and Canadian coasts, and federal officials predict this debris will continue to sporadically pulse on to beaches for years to come.  Listen to the track Flotsam and download the song for free on SoundCloud

https://soundcloud.com/go-elgrande-go/flotsam-go-el-grande-go

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Click here to watch No Fly Zone video
My new Album titled Number 3 is now available on Spotify, iTunes and Amazon.

Here are the lyrics:

No!

No, love is not the answer my friend
No, love is not the answer at all
No love is not the answer my friend
But we could all use some, now and then

No, money is not the answer my friend
No, money is not the answer at all
No, money is not the answer my friend
But we could all  use some, now and then

No, happiness is not the answer my friend
No, happiness is not the answer at all
No, happiness is not the answer my friend
But we could all  use some, now and then

No, a question is not an answer my friend
No, question is not an answer at all
No, question is not an answer my friend
But we could all  use some, now and then

Gloria B

She was cursed with perfect pitch
Ever after unable to sing with real things
Like the trees in the wind or the birds at night

Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B

When she walked into a room
She smelled her way in
Wet lipstick smeared on her face and her skin
But when she sang with precision, 
how they applauded her so

Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B

Oh, she really didn’t appreciate it
The mockery and the pain
Until one day she blessed it
And it all went away

Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B
Oh, Gloria- Gloria- Gloria-B

No Fly Zone

Oh no do not fly into the no fly zone
Oh no do not fly there at all

Oh no do not fly into the no fly zone
Oh no do not fly there at all

Hiding under a rock
Fingers raw to the bone
No sleep in four days

Oh no do not fly into the no fly zone
Oh no do not fly there at all

Soaked to the skin and the bone
The helicopters fly close
Always chopping
chop- chop- chopping
chop- chop- chopping

The jets make pretty contrails 
In the cold blue sky
Falling like bridal trains

Oh no do not fly into the no fly zone
Oh no do not fly there at all

He was thought dead, 
But he survived
Sick and dehydrated

The killed ones were buried
With all the pomp and glory
As if they had fought the good fight, probably

Oh no do not fly into the no fly zone
Oh no do not fly there at all

Doubt

Doubt is a wondrous thing
It appears out of nowhere
or so it seems

Oh ho and away we go- hi ho
Oh ho and away we go- hi ho

Doubt has a way of re-appearing
Doubt has a way of re-appearing
Doubt has a way of re-appearing

Oh ho and away we go- hi ho
Oh ho and away we go- hi ho
Oh ho and away we go- hi 

Avoid doubt with dire consequences
Avoid doubt with dire consequences
Avoid doubt with dire consequences

Oh ho and away we go- hi ho
Oh ho and away we go- hi ho
Oh ho and away we go- hi ho

No doubt is a wondrous thing
Doubt is a wondrous thing
It appears out of nowhere
Or so it seems

Flotsam

Flotsam Flotsam on the beach
… that I sniffed
… that I fear

Flotsam Flotsam everywhere
Flotsam Flotsam everywhere

Flotsam Flotsam in my dreams
… that I fear
… that smells like death

Flotsam Flotsam everywhere
Flotsam Flotsam everywhere

Flotsam Flotsam on the beach
… in my heart
… buoying it up

Flotsam Flotsam everywhere
Flotsam Flotsam everywhere


I Feel

Oh, What do I feel right now?
Oh, How do I feel?

Painted up with buttercups
And dancing in a field

Painted up with buttercups
And dancing in a field


Oh, What do I feel right now?
Oh, How do I feel?

Buttery toes amongst the daffodils 
Oh, What do I feel?

Buttery toes amongst the daffodils
Oh, How do I feel?

Oh, What do I feel right now?
Oh, How do I feel?





Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Seattle Weekly Music Review

*Go El Grande Go, ExTant (out now, self-released, goelgrandego.blogspot.com): This is the kind of record you can put on as a musical litmus test. Can your subject see past the unhinged vocals and the deceptive simplicity to get that this record is actually out-of-sight? For fans of Jeffrey Lewis, Daniel Johnston, Kimya Dawson, Captain Beefheart, and all those other misunderstood folky weirdoes who aren't even considering commercial viability when they create music. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR