Drowning in your shallow blues

I wrote this song for the Bushwick Book Club, a musical book club where all the participants read a book and write a song about it and perform it in front of a live audience. This was originally inspired by the book Moby Dick, but then it became about the musician Moby, and then about DJ's in general. It was performed live on the Frying Pan, a boat/venue in NYC on May 5 2015.

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What’s another name for Richard

Or another word for cock

Can you paint a mental picture

Of a dolphin playing rock?

Are you wild?

Are you wild?

Are you tame?

Will you hunt the deepest ocean? And the village record bins

Find a needle and go poke it in a fat and juicy fish

If you are a deep explorer, you must take it all the way

Don’t just be a vegetarian, be a vegan and press Play

Are you mild?

Are you wild?

Are you lame?

Producer, DJ, collage, or pastiche

Sailing on semantics by a rocky beach

Why do we still feed on Leviathan juice?

Why do we survive off what others produce?

I’m drowning in your shallow blues

Can you stop your blubbering, stop rehashing what’s been hashed

Some things just cannot be conquered, quit harpooning on the past

From the port-holes of Nolita, to the dives of Chinatown

You can carve a little tea room so the models can sit down

Built a solid reputation as an electro DJ

Spend your every waking moment seeking treasure in the waves

Are you mild?

Are you wild?

Are you tame?

Why do I care so much? What is it to me?

Why do I give a fuck? I need to get more sleep.