Tonight’s song is for the beautiful Megan at fffcuk. In some of her pics her tongue is colored like she was eating a lollipop. So I wrote this love song just for her. — Kavalier Calm
Lollipop
Hey, lollipop, you make my head hot,
and I want you to color my tongue.
Darlin’, I know you’re sweet,
so give that sugar to me.
I promise I will take it slow;
I won’t bite unless you want me to.
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Dum-dum, I know you’re smart,
so say you’ll give me your heart.
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I’m recording my next album Teen Lust, named after my planned title track. I will release it digitally for free when I’m done, like I do with all of my work. My vision of the album art is a girl dancing very wild and carelessly, like the lyrics in my song. Maybe the best angle shows her profile, but her face is obscured by her bouncing hair? Any visual artists out there want to sketch/photograph/design the album art? Send me a message if so! I’ll gladly write a song for you in return.
The blogger at christiannolen14 requested a song for his girlfriend. He said: “She has depression and I want her to know I’ll make every day better than the last.” Let her know, friend, with this song and with words of your own. Free downloads (just enter $0 as the price) are available here. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Art for centuries has been about self-expression. I want to create art about others-expression. Do you have a story that deserves to be retold in song? Do you want to give the gift of a song to someone special? Then please submit a song request. Give me an artistic purpose, and I’ll give in return.
I just wrote this blues song for Robert Griffin III. As silly as the lyrics seem, I’m seriously grateful to RG3. As a young Redskins fan, I’ve been waiting my whole life to root for a true superstar athlete. I was so desperate, I probably would have cheered for a bad person as long as he was winning. Luckily, RG is a great human being, so I can wish him the best without any guilt. Free downloads of this song are here (just enter $0 as the price). HTTR! — Kavalier Calm
Hail to RG3
Hail to the Redskins!
Hail to RG3!
Brave on the warpath!
Fight for old DC!
This city wept and prayed for a hero,
and the Lord gave us number 10.
Some say he’s Superman—
just look at his socks!
But I like him most
‘cause he seems just like us:
hard working and full of Faith
each and every day.
I’m glad he put his smart head
in a helmet.
DC’s got enough lawyers
to go around.
We don’t need another cornball politician;
we need a man to score touchdowns.
Other teams can have Luck.
We trust in Skill.
Our Baylor Bear can jump
any hurdle.
And every time I buy a Five Dollar Footlong,
this is just what I sing:
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Why do I make bedroom music? Well, I like everything I make in bedrooms—if you know what I mean—so why not make my music there, too?
Math, with his beautiful, universal structure, and Emotion, with her gripping intensity, had just one child. They named her Music.
Tonight’s song “Reflex” is for Katy at can-i-waste-all-your-time. She told me she’s in a love that she shouldn’t be in, but she can’t help herself. You could say she responds to this boy like a reflex, like cause and effect…Thanks for inspiring me, Katy. Enjoy listening, friends. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
This weekend I’m going to start recording my next album Teen Lust, named after my planned title track. I will release it digitally for free when I’m done, like I do with all of my work. My vision of the album art is a girl dancing very wild and carelessly, like the lyrics in my song. Maybe the best angle shows her profile, but her face is obscured by her bouncing hair? Any visual artists out there want to sketch/photograph/design the album art?
The inspiration for tonight’s song is the wonderful writer at ordinarywonder, specifically her poem “Trebuchet”. I wanted to sing this poem the first time I read it, so I turned it into a song by adding a second verse. I recorded the vocals and acoustic guitar in just one take, then I layered some electric guitar solos over top. I hope you all enjoy. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Trebuchet
She loves you like a trebuchet,
using her own desire as a counterweight.
So when you finally have the nerve
to pull the trigger, when you find release,
she moves at violent speed;
well beyond your scope of vision…
You were the one—the manmade threat—
who dared to break her sweet, innocent neck
in the name of a siege on a heart,
and if she looks back as she falls,
she’ll know you’re the cause of it all,
she’ll know you sent her away…
Tonight’s song is for the lovely Cristina at she-likes-bittersweet-love. As you listen, friends, imagine violin solos overtop the guitar-only parts. (Any violin players out there want to try? Message me.) Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Bittersweet
She wants a genie who can grant
every wish she’s ever had.
And she wants a boy to worship her,
to tell her she’s worth fighting for.
Oh, I am not enough
for a girl who wants bittersweet love,
for a girl who wants a dark prince
to give her a love that can’t exist.
She wants an artist to put her to use:
write, paint, and sing about his muse.
And she wants a man to make her wish
for a never-ending kiss.
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A number of people requested that I make my song for the beautiful, brown-eyed Manda available for download, so I just put it up for free download here (just enter $0 as the price). Download it, everybody, and then share it with your friends. Especially all the girls you know who think boys don’t like brown eyes (because I do). Thanks again for inspiring me, Manda. And keep batting those eyelashes. — KC
Manda
Manda, those big brown eyes
turn me to mush inside.
I am clay in your hands;
your wish is my command.
And I thought my defenses were high,
that I wouldn’t let you inside.
But my walls came tumbling down
as soon as I saw those eyes of brown.
Manda, do you know the power you hold?
I went from not for sale to sold.
I turn to jelly and my knees go weak
when you lay those eyes on me.
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She Suffers
I know a girl, a rose, a petal fallen from grace.
And the moonlight sighs as she suffers fate.
Handsome gentlemen make her weak.
She thinks all their flowers pretty.
And when she is mine, I try to find
her innocence and her crime
because she suffers,
because she suffers fate.
And all the shades of gray, and all the talk of right and wrong,
help me draw the fault line between the world and us.
And we keep on spinning, loop into the madness,
but there’s no cure in the medicine cabinet
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