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ACOUSTIC KUNG FU

An acoustic rock-ish release that takes a strong ‘acoustic first’ approach to the music. The idea being that we get a powerful rock sound from a rich acoustic, full guitar sound with rough edge layered vocals. Hopefully we have created a kind of acoustic rock pseudo wall of sound thing. Acoustic but with a big ol Kung Fu kick to it.

Some of the songs will stay 1.0 but others will definitely have updates. While the mandate for this project is – as we said – Acoustic first, we just can’t help but want to add a screaming Hendrix style guitar solo or DJ scratching to some of the tunes, just to see how it ends up sounding.

So we hope you dig on some of the songs as we release them, and then once again as we update them.

Peace

Cool Fools Collective

MASQUERADE

“Fake it till you make it they say.” That’s a crock.  Be yourself. Be you. Wearing a mask everyday so other people can relate to you or begin to understand you is ass backwards.  “Be yourself and let it ride” is what we say. And its not just the people who hide behind these masks that need to understand that’s what they are doing but their peers, family, friends, culture and society in general who knowingly or not, enable this falsehood of identity.

Ok, that’s our rant. we’ll shut up now. Hope you enjoy the song.

As always, these songs are living documents so the song may change at any time. For now, this is Version 1.1

image courtesy of alikafaythe

LYRICS

How can you judge a man
Behind a mask of lies
When you make him wear it and
A part of him just dies
You know he hears the names
You will call him if and when
His world becomes his shame
That mask goes on again

So I don’t know but here’s something to say
To everyone who hides it day by day
Maybe you should stop living your lie
And just release the beast and let it fly

Oh you know it’s on tonight
Release the freak and let it fly
Dress them up show what’s inside it will be all right
Be yourself and let it ride

She works hard every day
Knocking knocking on that glass
But the man who holds her pay
Just tries to grab that a….
…ask me anything she says
I got the plan for you
But when you act the fool, do your kids think that it’s cool
When they wear that mask to school

So I don’t know but here’s something to say
To everyone who hides it day by day
Maybe you should stop living your lie
And just release the beast and let it fly

Oh you know it’s on tonight
Release the freak and let it fly
Dress them up show what’s inside it will be all right
Be yourself and let it ride

FARQ – RIDE ON

This is a song about a girl called FarQ…ok fine the title of this song is a play on words but the song is about separation, divorce, or just simply telling your ex to go kiss your ass. It’s written from the male perspective but we are planning on putting a female counter verses so she too can say “FarQ and the Whores you rode in on” (see what I did there?) For now, any jilted, divorced or pissed off biker types, crank this one up as you hit the road and sing along. It’s cathartic music.

We played with using steel guitar for the solo but went with the good old steel string Fender and a Ry Cooder on crack cocaine vibe.

As always, these songs are living documents so the song may change at any time. For now, this is Version 1.1

image courtesy of alikafaythe

LYRICS

Hey Far Q
Theres nothing left to do
Let’s lay these bones beneath the ground and dance upon the grave
I’ll say my goodbyes
And lay down all the lies
Cut the chains off from the slaves of yesterday

Far Q and the horse you rode in – Ride on.

Hey, take a minute
Its signed sealed and delivered
You can keep your dirty secrets
and the games you like to play

Well ride on pretty filly
This old stud is off to play,
And as you skip off to your sunset
Do remember what I say…

Far Q and the horse you rode in on

Why we think the grass is always greener
You know there’s always dirt beneath our shiny shoes
So sit up on your horse so high, sip our tea and philosophize
But remember the kung fu words we have for you

Far Q and the horse you rode in on. Ride on.

Don’t let the door hIt you on the ass I’m a hit the road and you can kiss my.. ask me where I’m going. I a’int saying Jack. All you gotta know is, I ain’t coming back, so ride on.