All works by Duane Poncy, Radio Germaine, and Roadside Bomb released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
Comments(0) Here’s a little country song I wrote back in 1990. It’s recently updated, and I thought it might be appropriate for the election season. Enjoy and download if you like it.
Comments(0) This is the first of our fifteen minute weekly podcasts hosted by Tsalagi Red and Patty Jo Mack. Today’s podcast features original songs by Duane Poncy (Tsalagi Red). Listen, and if you like the songs, you can download them freely here at our website.
Elohi Gadugi Soundbytes Podcast [13:45m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download
Gonna Give Away My Heart [3:59m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download The Storm [3:21m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Pretty Narcissus [4:31m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Comments(0) My song, I’m Gonna Give Away My Heart won the #1 honors in August, from Zoetrope Virtual Studios songwriting wing. It’s a small honor, but it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, as my Mama used to say.
Zoetrope Virtual Studios is an online environment where professionals and serious amateurs get together to critique each others work. Each month, three songs from the songwriting wing are chosen for honors.
Comments(0) Here is a new one I recorded about ecological disaster and energy collapse. It’s a bit rough. I will post a revised, more polished version when I get it done, but I would love some feedback on this one.
The Dry Season (lyrics)
You were born on the first morning after that cold winter
you were raised in a cavern in your mother’s heart
and you sucked at her breast until nothing was left over
and we buried her in a field ‘neath the withering corn
and you cried every night for forty days unforgiving
the only rain that fell in that season of drought
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now
at first it was hard with no circus and ponies
no teevee ipods or internet p*rn
we struggled to survive and hold on to our dignity
’til our faith dried up along with our dreams
we’ve used up the oil, and our waters and forests
and now all these fields of plenty are gone
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now
imagine there’s no humans it’s easy if you try to,
imagine no children, no laughter and song,
we’ve fouled up the oceans that fed all the billions
we’ve drained all the blood that nourishes the ground
the dry season has come and no rain has fallen and
no rain may fall for a thousand more years
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now
and so my child i leave this all to you
©2007, Duane Poncy
Comments(0) Here are a few more of Duane’s poems. These have been performed around town at various events.
Cousin Evo Came Down From the Mountain [1:33m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Street of Dreams [4:00m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Who Can Write Poems [2:08m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Comments(0) Poetry set to music.
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Comments(0) Some political poetry set to music.
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Comments(0) A song about growing old.
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Comments(0) Another song by Duane Poncy.
Written shortly after the state of the union speech last year.
Comments(0) …or the Abramoff Pity Song. Another GB composition.
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Comments(0) Anti-regime folk style song I wrote for the theme of Roadside Bomb poetry collective.
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Comments(0) An anti-war song, done in a classic rock style with GB loops.
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