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#originalmusic #ukulele /r/songaweek eight: I-V-vi-IV chord progression. Can't Spit You Out - words and music by Peter Berglund After all these years You hang around You still appear When I’m at my end You’re supposed to be gone You left years ago Your shadow lingers on When I’m at my end There’s a ghost in my house She ain’t never gonna go It’s like she’s stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit her out I saw you last night In the living room You were wrapped up tight I was at my end I’ll beg you to go Yeah, you’ll never leave You’ll always show When I’m at my end There’s a ghost in my house She ain’t never gonna go It’s like she’s stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit her out You’re the ghost in my house Why don’t you just go It’s like you’re stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit you out

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/r/songaweek week eleven: "food" Hunger Strike 4 Love (no food) - words and music by Peter Berglund (no food) I Can’t eat I Can’t sleep I Can’t drink I Can’t think (no food) x 4 Food is fuel Turns into thought Don’t want to think So I can’t eat (no food) x 4 Can’t eat Can’t sleep Can’t drink Can’t think (no food)x4 When you left Lost my appetite Calories burn and they turn Into you (no food) x 4 Can’t eat Can’t sleep Can’t drink Can’t think (no food) x 4 Can’t eat Can’t sleep Can’t drink Can’t think

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/r/songaweek ten: spoken word

Only A Witness - words and music by Peter Berglund

I saw JonBenét Ramsey last night

She’s been dead these past nineteen years

Now she’s living at Samaritan House

And she cried me her tale of tears

The girl was a beauty beyond belief

But they had to put her on display

Made her do those beauty shows

Poor girl said she never even got to play

She told me the dead need only a witness

To tell their sad stories to

Having left this world so suddenly

Some feel they have more to do

They never found the killer

But everyone knew who it was

And JonBenét told me all about it

How the demon does what it does

She told me it didn’t hurt anymore

Time really does heal all wounds

It’s the pain of surprise that lingers

The one thing that doesn’t pass soon.

She said the dead need only a witness

To tell their sad stories to

Having left this world so suddenly

Some feel they have more to do

She wiped back a tear and she asked me

If people remembered her name

I told her the hole she left in our hearts

‘Cause nothing since was ever the same.

She told me the dead just need a witness

To tell their sad stories to

Having left this world so suddenly

Some feel they have more to do

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/r/songaweek nine: under a minute Shake That Thing words and music by Peter Berglund Oh baby when you shake that thing Gonna buy you a diamond ring Diamonds come from blood and greed Apparent price of plantin’ seed. Slam that stone with a piece of steel Chips and dust is how it feels One thing stronger than the other one is Choosin’ wisely’s how a man lives

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/r/songaweek eight: I-V-vi-IV chord progression. Can't Spit You Out - words and music by Peter Berglund After all these years You hang around You still appear When I’m at my end You’re supposed to be gone You left years ago Your shadow lingers on When I’m at my end There’s a ghost in my house She ain’t never gonna go It’s like she’s stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit her out I saw you last night In the living room You were wrapped up tight I was at my end I’ll beg you to go Yeah, you’ll never leave You’ll always show When I’m at my end There’s a ghost in my house She ain’t never gonna go It’s like she’s stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit her out You’re the ghost in my house Why don’t you just go It’s like you’re stuck in my mouth And I can’t spit you out

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/r/songaweek week seven: deceptive cadence. Bone Moon - words and music by Peter Berglund The Bone moon shines tonight. Burns a hole right through the sky Some call it the Snow Moon Some call it the Hunger Moon I’ve heard it called the Starvation Moon. But to me - and the Cherokee - The Bone moon shines tonight. The howling beast that lies in wait The constant torment of the wind Cook the bones to make the broth Boil the hide when we’re out of bones We had everything in St Louis We had coal in the stove We got nothing here but these bones and the cold and the goddam wind The Bone moon shines tonight. Burns a hole right through the sky Some call it the Snow Moon Some call it the Hunger Moon I’ve heard it called the Starvation Moon. But to me - and the Cherokee - The Bone moon shines tonight. Why’d you bring me to this place Where all I have is dark and cold Go find me more bones Or go hungry again tonight The Bone moon shines tonight. Burns a hole right through the sky Some call it the Snow Moon Some call it the Hunger Moon I’ve heard it called the Starvation Moon. But to me - and the Cherokee - The Bone moon shines tonight.

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/r/songaweek week six: comedy or parody Google words and music by Peter Berglund Can ya tell me Google how can I lose weight? Well how do I tell I got a cheatin’ mate? When will I die, how will it come? What should I do, how far should I run? The answer’s already on my phone Google never leaves me alone No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google knows how far it is to home. When will I feel my baby move? What do I have to do to get back m’ - m’ - m’ - m’ my groove? How many of me, and how about we? Why do cats purr and why is my poop green? The answer’s already on my phone Google never leaves me alone No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google knows how far it is to home. Can ya tell me Google how to cook a ham? Who unfollowed me on Instagram? Can ya tell me Google how to fix my back? Why Rascal Flatts? Why Nickleback? The answer’s already on my phone Google never leaves me alone No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google’s always there to see me home. [uke] The answer’s already on my phone Google never leaves me alone No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google knows how far I am from home. Tell me Google how to weigh out grams Tell me how to get to the promised land Would ya tell me Google how to make french toast? How do I know if I’m a parasite’s host? The answer’s already on my phone Google never leaves me alone No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google’s always there to see me home. No matter where on God’s green earth I roam Google knows how far I am from home.

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/r/songaweek week five: "instrumental" music by Peter Berglund. I think I accidentally created something pretty. Meant to be played loud, through a great set of cans or good speakers and sub.

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/r/songaweek 4 "minimalism" One Good Eye words and music by Peter Berglund Got one good eye It’s fixed on you Don’t even try Do what you do You wasn’t so sly Could think this thing through But my one good eye Stays fixed on you. Because of this monocular vision My sight lacks a certain precision Leaves me in a dire condition Of poor death perception Stop shouting those words Stop waving that gun My one good eye Sees all that you done.

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/r/songaweek #3 - "story songs;" recorded on my phone. Fell Into A Hole - words and music by Peter Berglund I fell into a hole Fell nearly to hell The hole was dark Took me four days to climb out I got a great story to tell But I'm out of time.