Dgar Music

Making It Up ~ Dgar Everybody is making it up As they go along Everybody is making it up Just like I made up this song They made up the words And they made up the rules And they made up a language For speaking to fools They’ll draw lines on a map And tell you where to go They’ll talk about your future But they don’t know. Everybody is making it up As they go along Everybody is making it up and they’re getting it wrong They wrote the stories And they, they wrote the news And they wrote history To support their point of view Kings and queens Presidents too Leaders of countries They don’t have a clue. Tick tock We’re running out of time Tick tock tick tock We’re running out of time Tick tock Everybody is making it up As they go along Can everybody just make up And get along They made up the systems That created the tools Thet made up the boxes To keep us in tune Kings and queens Presidents too Leaders of countries They don’t have a clue. A blood red sea with an orange glow Are you enjoying the show? We don’t have long to go. Tick tock Tick tock Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

This song was written as a gift to the Fediverse. John Mastodon When the darkness fell on blue In the year of twenty-two The chanting started to ring true The call went out to me and you Join Mastodon Join Mastodon How could they have ever known Their words were forming sacred tones The ancient forces in the stone The summoning of flesh and bone John Mastodon John Mastodon John Mastodon, they love their mum They have alt-text written on The tattoo on their arm Of a hairy pachyderm John Mastodon John Mastodon Join Mastodon x8 The chants grew loud as we watched on The coming of the chosen one They emerged triumphant from The ancient portal of Gargron John Mastodon John Mastodon Linking people across the earth They lead them to the Fediverse Their admin army show their worth Shouting loudly in their mirth Join Mastodon Join Mastodon John Mastodon, they’re the one Who takes the corporate socials on They give their code to everyone For every platform you might run John Mastodon Join Mastodon Join Mastodon x8 Sweating blood and guts and tears And fighting bots and billionaires An artist and engineer With indie songs in his ears John Mastodon John Mastodon Ditch the birds and book of faces Leave behind the corporations. Tooting old computer cases Open source on all our bases Join Mastodon Join Mastodon John Mastodon knows all the tricks Of every distro of Linux They stay engaged in politics They fought an army of Fediverse chicks John Mastodon John Mastodon

Karaoke version of Space Pop. Lyrics: So I’m driving in my rover. Yeah! Robots have taken over. The Sun’s gone supernova. I’ve run out of cola. I’m driving in my rover. Yeah. I pull into a rest stop. I ask the guy for soda pop They glurged at me and pointed up. To the distant mountain top. Yeah. I buy a Dizzy 8-0 Ray. Load my rover in the bay. In the twinkle of the day. We’re looking A-O-K. Yeah. I fly up through the mist. The engines growl and hiss. To my lips I hold my fist. For luck I blow a kiss. The clouds begin to peel. The scene is revealed. My rover makes a squeal. It’s excited for a meal. Yeah. I switch to landing sequence. It parks in perfect silence. Rover climbed up the side fence. While I checked my finance. Yeah. I slide through to the shop. Buy some pink space soda pop. Pay my creds to the cashier bot. Tip my can and drink the lot. Yeah. Robots have taken over. The Sun’s gone supernova. I’ve run out of cola. I’m driving in my rover. Yeah. Written by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall. Composed by Jon O’Hare. Performed by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Only the Music (Keeps me Alive) ~ Dgar [Verse] The joker is putting me down They want to wear the crown It feels like I’m the clown They gonna put me in the ground. [Pre-chorus] No one believes in me No one sees what I see Fighting to set me free Pleading down on my knees [Chorus] It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive Let’s go [Verse] Majesty is smouldering Baby’s cold shouldering Hand in the golden ring I don’t know what I’m doing [Pre-chorus] No one believes in me No one sees what I see Fighting to set me free Pleading on my knees [Chorus] It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive Let’s go [Verse] The joker is putting me down They want to wear the crown Feels like I’m the clown They gonna put me in the ground. [Pre-chorus] No one believes in me No one sees what I see Fighting to set me free Pleading on my knees [Outro] It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive Without the beat I wouldn’t survive It’s only the music That keeps me alive It’s only the music That keeps me alive It’s only the music That keeps me Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Gettin Stoned ~ Dgar Sitting on the couch a-watchin’ TV A few of my mates are here with me Ring up the lad, well can you get on, Next thing you know, we’re passing a bong. Getting Stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Mull ‘im up, roll ‘im up, light ‘im up stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Dealer came around and he said to me Man I got the best heads you ever did see I said, well, pack ‘im up, lets give ‘im a go Next thing you know we’re smokin cones. Getting Stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Mull ‘im up, roll ‘im up, light ‘im up stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Knock on the door, now who could it be? What do you know? It’s the police! I said, Hey man, this is a plant man, not a crime Next thing you know, I’m payin a fine. For Getting Stoned! Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Mull ‘im up, roll ‘im up, light ‘im up stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Now I’m not one for speed or cocaine But you’ll never take my green away You won’t catch us hurtin’ anyone We’re only here to have some fun We Get Stoned! Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Mull ‘im up, roll ‘im up, light ‘im up stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Mull ‘im up, roll ‘im up, light ‘im up stoned Chop ‘im up, pack ‘im up, smoke ‘im up, stoned Written and composed by Jon O’Hare Performed by Jon O’Hare and Andre Louis

Little Black Hatchback ~ Dgar [Verse] I took my baby To the esplanade We grabbed a bite to eat And found a place to park They said to me I like your car Was then I knew We’re gonna go far We headed to the beach And we chased the tide We watched the sea And the sun collide We put some dolphin stickers On the sides Of our little black hatchback And go for ride. [Pre-chorus] It looks so good Looks so right Driving along Taking in the sights [Chorus] In my little black hatchback Driving from town to town Taking all the back tracks In the coolest little car around [Verse] We drove out back Looking for some fun It was like we were sailing On the sun Look out world Here we come In a little black hatchback That wants to run We went on a search For something new We climbed the mountains Just to see the view You vowed to me And I vowed to you To connect our souls And forever be true [Pre-chorus] It feels so good It feels so right Driving along Afternoon delight [Chorus] In my little black hatchback Driving from town to town Taking all the back tracks In the coolest little car around [Solo] [Pre-chorus] It’s so good It’s so right Driving along Into the night [Chorus] In my little black hatchback Driving from town to town Taking all the back tracks In the coolest little car around My little black hatchback Driving from town to town Taking all the back tracks In the coolest little car around Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Stupid - Dgar [Lyrics] Stupid, I'm stupid. I'm doing stupid things, my friends are doing stupid things. I like doing stupid things I'm stupid. Anxious, I'm anxious. Who knows what today will bring? A long lost love or precious thing I don't know what to sing, I'm anxious. Angry, I'm angry. I'm angry with the world today, I'm angry with what people say, I'll stay out of the way. I'm angry. Lazy, I'm lazy I don't think I have the heart to finish anything I start. I like doing stupid things, I like doing stupid things, I like doing stupid things, I'm stupid. Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Airlock -Dgar I saw her in the airlock. With a look she rocked my heart. She left for Jupiter station, And I was standing on Mars. I’m underground Like you’re in space I cannot move With your grace It’s not tears That I shed I’m so alone And she said And she said And she said I saw her in the airlock. With a look she rocked my heart. She left for Jupiter station, And I was standing on Mars. I’m underground Like you’re in space I cannot move With your grace It’s not tears That I shed I’m so alone And she said And she said And she said Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Space Pop -Dgar So I’m driving in my rover. Yeah! Robots have taken over. The Sun’s gone supernova. I’ve run out of cola. I’m driving in my rover. Yeah. I pull into a rest stop. I ask the guy for soda pop They glurged at me and pointed up. To the distant mountain top. Yeah. Yeah. I buy a Dizzy 8-0 Ray. Load my rover in the bay. In the twinkle of the day. We’re looking A-O-K. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I fly up through the mist. The engines growl and hiss. To my lips I hold my fist. For luck I blow a kiss. The clouds begin to peel. The scene is revealed. My rover makes a squeal. It’s excited for a meal. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I switch to landing sequence. It parks in perfect silence. Rover climbed up the side fence. While I checked my finance. Yeah. I slide through to the shop. Buy some pink space soda pop. Pay my creds to the cashier bot. Tip my can and drink the lot. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Robots have taken over. The Sun’s gone supernova. I’ve run out of cola. I’m driving in my rover. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Yeah. Written by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall. Composed by Jon O’Hare. Performed by @Kaaren-Elizabeth-Smith, Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

It's Always Monday On The Moon -Dgar The adventure of a lifetime. On the next million steps for mankind. Years of planning and training and prepping and now I’m here and I have left you alone. It’s time to come home. Two week long, days and nights. Time drags on underneath the lights. Working all the time mining crater ice, And keeping the vacuum on the outside. I’m living at my job. Even free time isn’t free. Every day’s a workday, and Friday’s but a dream. But soon I’m coming home to you. It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s never Friday afternoon It’s always Monday on the Moon Recirculated air. Watching home just hanging there. Months of constantly cleaning the luna dust from the regilith filters in my tin can. It’s all that I am. Two week long, days and nights. Time drags on underneath the lights Working all the time mining crater ice, And keeping the vacuum, on the outside. Filling out reports, maintaining machines. Every day’s a workday and I’m living in a dream. But soon I’m coming home to you. It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s never Friday afternoon It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s always Monday on the Moon It’s always Monday on the Moon Soon I’m coming home to you It’s always Monday on the Moon Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Proud Woman - Dgar [Verse] She’s looking after someone elses dreams Working every night and day it seems Spending her life scraping for the rent Takes no hand-outs, saving every cent. [Chorus] Proud woman, standing on her own feet Proud woman, Rocking the beat. Rocking the beat. [Verse] Ain’t gonna put up with no lyin, Work all day, it’s the daily grind, want to get paid, gotta do the time. After the bills, lucky if left a dime. [Chorus] Proud woman, waiting for the weekend, Proud woman, with a will that won’t bend, [Chorus] Proud woman, The kind you’d wanna find Proud woman, She’s got her own mind [Verse] Part of life, as she knows, is taking all the hits and blows, People come and people go Story’s same from coast to coast. [Chorus] Proud women Heads held high (heads held high) Proud women filled with pride {filled with pride, filled with pride) Proud women Heads held high (heads held high) Proud women filled with pride {filled with pride, filled with pride) Written and composed by Jon O'Hare Performed by @Reid-Michael-Hall, Jon O'Hare

Digital Busker - Dgar Digital audience gazing into screens Wandering through playlists Shuffling their streams Digital busker, laying track after track Sharing his beats, never looked back Take after take, gotta get that mix jumping Drop that beat! Feel that bass pumping. He’s not on the radio No records, tapes, CDs. He broadcasts on the Internet It’s all done digitally Digital busker, laying track after track Sharing his beats, never looked back Take after take, gotta get that mix jumping Drop that beat! Feel that bass pumping. Thoughts he plucks from his mind get played right in your brain Digial sounds in the bits he writes What we think becomes the same Digital busker, laying track after track Sharing his beats, never looked back Take after take, gotta get that mix jumping Drop that beat! Feel that bass pumping. Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Cilla - Dgar [Lyrics] I love you. Love you true. I want to stay right by your side. Sit by me. Listen carefully. I wish I could be with you all the time. Cilla, won’t you stay with me? I hope that you can see, how much you mean to me. You’re away so long, that I had to write this song, to show you there is no lie. Won’t you stay with me, and kiss me tenderly, I’ll stay with you ’til end of time. Cilla, won’t you stay with me? I hope that you can see, how much you mean to me. Cilla, won’t you stay with me? I hope that you can see, how much you mean to me. Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Daedalus - Dgar [Lyrics] Son, you’re my everything, so I want you to know, I can lead you to the edge, then you’re on your own, Don’t fly too high Don’t go too low Don’t soar too fast Don’t move too slow He’s gonna fly away, yeah He’s gonna fly away I give you my wings and my finest advice the choices are yours when you take flight Don’t fly too high Don’t go too low Don’t soar too fast Don’t move too slow He’s gonna fly away, yeah He’s gonna fly away Don’t fly too high Don’t go too low Don’t soar too fast Don’t move too slow He’s gonna fly away, yeah He’s gonna fly away Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

Icarus - Dgar Composed and performed by Jon O'Hare

Anymore - Dgar [Lyrics] To my heart you had the key. You took away my dignity. It took me this long to see, what the fuck you're doing to me. Tie me down, suburban chains. Keep me standing in the rain. I think you must like the pain. You are driving me insane. Insane! In my face you slam the door, Kick my brains across the floor, I won't take it anymore, Anymore! Ask me to be your spouse, Lead me you, you dirty louse, Armed gunmen in your house, Dissect my life, like a mouse, Why did you make it so hard? Prowlers creeping in the dark. Setting traps in your backyard. Lock yourself behind bars. Yeah! In my face you slam the door. Kick my brains across the floor. I won't take it anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Written and composed by Jon O'Hare Performed by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Flat World - Dgar [Verse] Truth and justice, It's not fair, Right here, Left there, Come 'round, Go square, Either way baby, I don't care. [Chorus] I want to hold you tight, I want to lock you up, I want to tie you down, I want to pick you up, In a flat world, flat world, flat word, it's a flat world. Flat world, flat world, flat world, it's a flat world. [Verse] Hot mustard, cool ice, Fixed result, roll the dice, Truth be told, pack of lies, Raw fish and white rice. [Chorus] [Verse] So close, miles away, Don't talk, just say, Bright night, today, I love you, my babe. [Chorus] [Verse] Truth and justice, it's not fair, Right here, left there, Come 'round, go square, Either way baby, I don't care. [Chorus] Written and composed by Jon O'Hare. Performed by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.

Splinter In The Mind's Eye - Dgar [Lyrics] I can see through the thin line that you call your mind. Darkness comes creeping, walls are receding, outside they say you look fine. Monsters are creeping from my head, talons are shining, eyes are desiring, the flesh they rip from the dead. Mirrors are breaking in me. Kaleidoscope reflections I see. Walk on shards with my cut-up feet. Nobody's home, you're all alone, you can't be wasting time. There's sinners around, they must be brought down, your poem doesn't rhyme. The poisoned earth has gone completely, opened up to eat me. Aching for outdoors. It's so bright, artificial hygienic white light, I can't take it anymore. I see you there in the corner. The world looks at you with contempt. They are glad to find you mad. Not even your mother wept. Can't get no light in. The fear is blinding. I want to curl up and die. I can't imagine, with this painful stabbin', a splinter in my mind's eye. Locked up and forgotten, we leave you there. Tie up your body, cut off your hair. You're running out of time. You can still make your poem rhyme. Written and composed by Jon O'Hare. Performed by Jon O'Hare, @Reid-Michael-Hall.