Monday, February 28, 2005

I Walk Alone

I walk alone

No one lends a helping hand
Or offers to share my load
On this lonely road

I walk alone
All by myself
Just me and this guitar
Made by the fender people

I walk alone
Just me and the funky bassist
And the badass drummer
They really emphasize
With their funky grooves
How alone I really am

I walk alone
Defiantly alone
Beneath the hot spot lights
Run by the cool stage crew

I walk alone
But thank god for the guy
At the mixing console
Who turns on the reverb and echo
And makes me sound so good

Oh, and props to the crew
At the big record company
Who keep all the appointments straight
And make sure that the band
Gets on the right planes

And thanks to the audience
And all the kids who buy the CDs
Rock on, dudes
We couldn’t do it with out you

I walk alone…

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Bahamian Banker Buddy

Dateline, Mid-flight New York to Nassau
Monkey Boy was making a music video
He had the band dressed up like bankers
In three-piece suits and red power ties
He filmed us handing out bandaids
To the homeless and poor
Then we got a call from the Record Co
“Don’t miss your flight to the Bahamas”
Shit, we have one hour to make the airport
Our luggage, we are assured, is already enroute
So we hit the airport running
And then board the plane
In our fancy monkey suits

Banker Bob sitting next to me
With his laptop
Says he is on his way to check some IBC’s
(What ever the frak that might be)
For some clients keeping funds quietly “off shore”
Wink, wink, nod, nod
Oh, yes, I say, like I’m in on the joke
I’ll take Nassau over the Caymans
Any day of the week, wink, wink

Next thing I know he’s handing me a book
It’s a political thriller with an interesting twist
Like Grisham and Clancy ala Wolfowitz
The secret agent is a monster
You LOVE to hate her
But when the lefties complain
They get labeled “sexist racist pigs”
She’s powerful and cruel
And really well funded
While the patriots are at attention
She sneaks up from behind
And she robs and she rapes them

I’m not really a banker or a business cog
I tell the tax shelter guy with a wink and a nod
I’m a liberal artist in a rock n roll band
And I’m tired of fat cats
Living high on the hog

Oh, shuffle, shuffle
Well, blink, blink
You’ll have to excuse me
You’re not one of us I think
I’ve got some spreadsheets to edit
Before the plane lands
His fingers fly across numbers
Click, clickity, click
I turn toward the window
His book in my hand
Who comes up with this shit?
I don’t understand

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

You Have Been Warned

Humble thanks to Tony Pierce, the Busblogger,
For the recent link on his blog
Tony tells us that Thunder Echo tracks on his ipod
TEE is happiest when cool people
Are weirding and tripping to our shit
Mi caca es su caca

Preview our latest Music CD, My Old Future,
At the Thunder Echo Online Store
And don’t try to exceed the speed of light
Without a working flux capacitor

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

New York Inflated Mind

Dateline New York, the Tour Continues
Life and death not withstanding
The band found itself before a sold out crowd
Due to some corporate conspiracy
The crowd had been sold tickets to see
The Secret Machines
Instead, they saw us
Were they disappointed?
We didn’t stop to ask
We played hard
And ran faster
After the show
Panting to catch our breath
The news reached us
Doctor Hunter S. Thompson
Had punctuated his last submission
By blowing up his own head
Monkey Boy took this particularly hard
And proceeded to inflate his head
With helium and tequila
Then we floated him up and down
The streets of New York
Our own little Macy’s Cavalcade
In honor of Doctor Gonzo
Monkey Boy got high
And we stomped terra

“The music business is a cruel shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.”
-- Hunter S Thompson 1937--2005
He was a blogger before there were blogs.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Next Blog Button Bingo Winner # 2

The Velvet Marauder is the winner of Next Blog >> Button Bingo #2

With the help of heroes Wombat and Kestrel, The Velvet Marauder repelled Baron von Blitzkrieg's blimp raid on Evergreen City and earned the random respect of the entire Thunder Echo Ensemble. Monkey Boy even drew an picture of the evil Baron (above).

The Marauder's latest post, Things Superheroes Shouldn't Say, contained this gem:

“I want to lie down on the floor and make love to your shadow.”

We couldn't agree more.
Congrats VM and keep up the good work.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Goodbye Chicago

Dateline Chicago, Back on the road
Back in the Bus
Heading to New York
Three dismal nights in the windy city
Couldn’t give tickets away
Monkey Boy even put on a circus show
Juggling flaming chainsaws
From the top of the event eenter
But by the time the paramedics
Were done treating his burned tail
The crowds had dispersed
We played to a couple dozen
Roadies, friends, and an
Independent music reviewer
Tough times on the TEE Tour
Hopefully the big apple will be
More kind

Monday, February 14, 2005


The beast inside of me

Give it corn chips
Sketch comedy
Let it fly

Jelly Babies
Time machines
Cell phones
And apple pie

The beast inside of me

Roman cars
Cheap cigars
One way trips
Let’s go too far

Give it all
And you will see
Nothing can appease
The beast in me

Give me fear
And dirty love
Killer bees
Wingless doves

Old reruns
Convince me that
We’ll have some fun

Laser guns
Finally on the run

The beast inside of me

Slow down
I think I’m done
The selfish beast
Is on the run

Maybe now
I can help you

Is there any thing
You’d like to do?

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Strange Sound

What is that strange sound?
I can’t quite make it out
Or you’re not saying it right
That sound so seldom heard
I hardly recognize

Why is it so strange?
Stranger than fiction
Stranger than strange
But not that strange
That strange sound




Wednesday, February 09, 2005

The Self Created Age Has Begun

Glad to meet you
What is it that you do?
Well, I’m a sculptor
But I pay the bills
By means of creative accounting

Wake up sleepy heads
There is Meaning out there
Hiding in the world
Let us hunt it down
And devourer it raw

We don’t have time for two lives
Our jobs are our lives
Instead of letting the Corporations
Devour us
We are going to devour the Corporations

We will sing
We will write
We will get our thoughts together
We will claim our life
Meaning comes in many sizes
And can be captured in many ways

We may quit our jobs
We might stay put
But everything will change
When we create
Our own Meaning

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Monkey Tower Blimp

You can't buy a Monkey Boy Water Tower
At the Thunder Echo Online Store
You can’t get your own
TEE Blimp
At the Thunder Echo Online Store
But you can
Buy My Old Future, the CD
You can get a Time Machine
You can do the Monkey Dance
In a new TEE Shirt

A Blatant Plug

Monday, February 07, 2005

Phoenix Rising

Phoenix rising from the ashes of
Western Democracy
She is lovely to behold
Full of hope and light
Despite the scowls of the Gargoyles
Waiting for the cover of darkness
To rip the dancers to shreds
Left and Right
Swing round the same Center

Hey kids!
No fires allowed on the beach

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Next Blog Bingo Winner 1

I love the "Next Blog >>" Button.
Every day I click the Next Blog >> Button and check out the Blogs of random people. Some of them are great. Some are lame. Some are artistic. Some are embarassing. Many are in languages I don't understand. But if they have pictures, I like them. And if they are amusing, I like them.

Presenting the First Thunder Echo, Next Blog Button Bingo Winner!!!
Shoart's Blog, Henrism.
Shoart is from Taiwan and I can't read a thing he posts. But he includes pictures, including this above advertisement. "There is nothing subtle about it", and that is because it is a "product of the USA".
Stay tuned for more Next Blog Bingo Winners, and keep on pressing that Next Blog Button.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

State of the Ensemble

We would rather be delicious than true
We would rather make pictures than live in a perfect world
We would rather be canadian and hot, than american and right
We would rather be reliable but not predictable

Thanks to everyone on the Tour
Thanks to everyone who has bought the CD
The Thunder still Echos
The Avengers still Ensemble
Next Stop Chicago.