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.”
