69 Songs

"69 Songs In An Envelope" artwork by Jackson Y

     For several years our lives have been musically enriched by one man who continues to shine a beacon on songs we probably would have never otherwise heard.  Indie Sixtynine is one of the world's most prolific and dedicated music purveyors, aggregators, and disseminators.  His taste is exquisite, his methods are focused, and his work is constantly appreciated in our household.  We celebrate his existence and his influence on our own work.  As a gift for Indie's upcoming 5-year playlist anniversary, we've created this song in tribute to him.  Thanks Indie!  You've made our world brighter, something we will never forget.

     This song is accompanied by a radical piece of custom artwork by the venerable and talented Jackson Y.  Thank you once again for the art Jack!  Your skills continue to astound us.

Lyrics:

69 songs in an envelope

69 pieces of this message to me

This isn't political and this is not about money

Its a stream of consciousness from you.

69 songs in an envelope

69 moments that I've shared some time with you.

Your message has been received

Your 69 songs set free

I puzzled together the way that you feel

how you carry the burden for me

I puzzled together the way that you feel

how you stay independent with me  

Beat Walker

"Beat Walker" artwork by Wiles, Dylan, and Ashland Assael

Happy Valentine's Day Lolo!  This song is dedicated to you, my partner in life, love and music.  You've become a master at creating sounds with me on our Mac.  As our music is funneled through your ears, it becomes something more than I could ever hope to create by myself.  Without you, The Efts are nothing.  Thanks for being a wonderful and creative force.  You are the Beat Walker, and you bring me to my knees.  I love you Lolo!

Big thanks go out the Assael family for the triptych associated with this song.  It's the kind of art that makes me want to rejoice.  I can't wait to see more artwork from your amazing family.

Lyrics:

I'm a street talker baby

you're a beat walker.

And when I come around

looking down

Calling all around this town.

Heat.

You know what I need baby.

Hammer out the lead.

I gotta find a seat

'cause now you brought the beat baby.

Beat it to my teeth, lady

Feel in in my feet. Maybe

put it all the way down in the ground

deeper than the speaker sounds.

Make me wanna jump around

show me why they say that you're a beat walker

you're not a sweet talker

I can recognize in your eyes

when it's time to synthesize

beats.  

You can call it fate now

I can call it luck how

we can build a house out of

beat bricks, wicked licks

and drummer sticks.

Beat walker bring me to my knees

You know what I need.  Lead

me to sonic seeds. Feed

me the chronic beats. Rocker

down upon the keys, squeeze

on my knees. Don't you be a rhythm tease.

Please.

'Cause you're a beat walker.