Kavalier Calm's Crowdsource Inspiration

I'm KC, The People's Bard. I write songs and poems inspired by the people I meet on the internet. Ask, and I’ll write something for you.
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  • Today’s audio post is dedicated to these bloggers because their answers to our question are a part of the lyrics for this rocking and rolling song: greeneggsetmoi, w0rldescape, mymiseryworld, therealeusheama, and dreamwriteinspire. We are grateful to everyone else that gave answers, too; if you weren’t included, it’s only because we read your answer after we were finished recording! They were all great ideas and may be sung in the future. This song is perfect for improvising; when Eli performs it, he plans to ask women in the room for their name and where they’re from and just go with it. Man, this is upbeat and loud; you should have felt the bed vibrating from the amp when we were recording. (Eli laughed out loud as I typed that sentence.) I hope you all like it rugged and rough. (More laughing.) Turn it up and dance around, friends. — Kavalier

         Singing For Women

    Give me a woman’s name and where she’s from,
    and I’ll write a song that’ll make her come—
    come right into these open arms.

    You say Nicole from Nice, I’ll sing,
    Pardonne-moi, mademoiselle, but can I have a French kiss?
    You say Susie from South Dakota, I’ll sing,
    Sugar, I want to love every iota of you.
    You say Naomi from Wyoming, I’ll sing,
    Why, oh why, aren’t you lying next to me?

    Give me a woman’s name and where she’s from,
    and I’ll write a song that makes her give it up.
    Give it up—her heart. Give her heart up to me.

    You say Brena from Brazil, I’ll sing,
    Baby, I’m ill when you’re not near.
    Nora from Norway, I’ll sing,
    There’s no way I’m leaving here without you next to me.
    You say Sam from Sacramento, I’ll sing,
    Here’s a memento: a night with me.

    Some boys sing for fun, others sing for pocket change.
    But I sing for women each and every day.

    Distortion sickness

    Sometimes when I’m working on song with heavy distortion, I get this sour, poisoned feeling in my stomach; and it’s 100% identical to the feeling I get taking shots of rail whiskey. It’s a beautiful sick feeling—on both accounts.

    For this love song, I meshed the requests of two bloggers: youre-the-storm said, “maybe you can write something that suits a girl who’s gift is to make everyone around her happy, even in the darkest hour?” ; and otaku-chan29 said, “A girl who’s too caught up in her own imagination to realize that she’s not alone seems like a good song huh? ^_^”. My mind conjured up a girl who is so bright and creative, she makes everyone around her happy, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. But this girl is unaware of her effect on people, on me; she isn’t amazing for us, but for herself and accidentally. I’d give such a girl this song to wake her to the truth. The backbone is a simple loop of three arpeggiated chords; the art is in the lyrics, the vocals (took some falsetto risks), and the warm reverb solos. I devote this song to youre-the-storm and otaku-chan29 for their requests and to aub-burrito for talking to me about writing. Downloads of this song are available here. Thanks for listening, everyone. — K.C.

         The Gift

    You’ve got the gift,
    the gift of happiness.
    And it’s contagious,
    and I’m catching your sickness,
    your joy that makes my darkest hours bright.
    And I might be falling for you
    and your gift.

    You’ve spent your whole life in your head,
    that warm place where you dream.
    Your wild imagination needs an anchor,
    let it be me.
    'Cause you may not see, but you are alone,
    and I could give you the gift of love.

    Because of experiential curiosity, I fasted today with my friend. At the height of my hunger, I asked him what I should do now; he said “something spiritual.” So, I wrote a song. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm 

         Thief

    Well, I am a thief,
    and I stole all I could from you.
    Your heart, and your pain,
    I locked away in my safe.
    And I won’t let you reclaim
    what’s now mine.

    You begged me to take
    and now you want to Indian give.
    Your hopes, and your doubts,
    I hid away in a secret place.
    CHORUS

    And you can try to steal it back.
    But if you pick these pockets,
    you’ll find they are filled with holes.
    And there is a map that marks
    where your buried treasure lies;
    yes, the X is tattooed over my left breast.

    Well, I am a thief,
    but I only stole what you asked me to.
    CHORUS

    "The Gift" by Kavalier Calm. Free downloads of this song are available here.  

         The Gift

    You’ve got the gift,
    the gift of happiness.
    And it’s contagious,
    and I’m catching your sickness,
    your joy that makes my darkest hours bright.
    And I might be falling for you
    and your gift.

    You’ve spent your whole life in your head,
    that warm place where you dream.
    Your wild imagination needs an anchor,
    let it be me.
    'Cause you may not see, but you are alone,
    and I could give you the gift of love.

    I wrote a song for my favorite cash-only, dive bar in DC, Red Derby, in thanks for all the shots and beers and memories. Free downloads of this bluesy tune are here. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier

         A Shot and a Beer

    I pulled up to the bar,
    head hung low.
    I had places to be
    but no reason to go.
    And the barkeep said,
    "My man, lift your head.
    Wash away your doubt and fear
    with a shot and a beer.
    You’ll feel right at home.

    They only take cash;
    there’s no record of your sin.
    They’re the bar everyone knows,
    but no one’s ever been.
    BRIDGE
    CHORUS