"Sunshine Song"

I’m barefoot so often, that people expect to see me unshod. If I am caught wearing shoes, I am liable to be asked what’s wrong. I never intended for bare feet to become part of my official costume, but I don’t mind. Since Chicago in the 1990s, I’ve been known more for my bare feet than probably anything else. So I managed to work that into this song, which is another example of lyrics written with the “cut-up” technique. Reading over some of these lyrics makes me a little wistful. So many songs that never got beyond the paper I wrote them on. All that music just dying to be heard. I wish I could set it free for all the world to hear.

Sunshine Song

© 2011 Brian Hutzell

Are you sure this is my room?

It's hard to get excited

About a guest I never invited

Do ya like my feet?

You know they smell real sweet

I think they look neat

Hope ya like my feet

Bless my sole!

Sunshine song

Sing along

I breathe unnoticed in obscure hiding places

My footprints vanish the moment my feet leave the ground

I float through the past

Til the present drags me into the future

From now on that's where I'll be found

And I miss my friends

From an earlier time

If you fix yourself a cake,

I'd prefer pie

I wouldn't worry about your honor with a face like that

In a world full of noise, how can I relax?

I see you yesterday

I see you tomorrow

I see you even when you're far far away

I see you all the time

But not today

“Yellow Islands”

Brian Hutzell

I do not hesitate to use bits and pieces of my earlier art in my later art. This one incorporates “Contrazz.”