“Water” by JeffaCubed for “Live At Squamish” contest (raw)

This is “take-2” of the raw video footage that will lead to my entry piece for the Live At Squamish music festival in August 2011. This was shot, recorded & mixed in Vancouver – using the built-in iSight camera on my iMac, a Blue Microphones “Snowball” USB mic, and the iMovie package readily available on any recent Apple computer. Deadline for final entries is April 25th – so I hope to take a few more takes at recording using more “prosumer” grade video & audio equipment (& talent) before the final deadline! I haven’t used YouTube much (yet) as a content production and distribution medium – but clearly, in 2011+, if creative content (particularly original music) does not have a video presence on the “interwebs” – the odds of it spreading & being shared are significantly diminished. Sharing & feedback is encouraged & appreciated.

Written in January 2011 for a forthcoming Album entitled “Resources” by Jeff Arsenault (JeffaCubed) – in honour of one of our greatest collective Resources ∆ “Water”.

“Water” – (January 2011)

Verse 1.

Water,
You often feel nice,
But sometimes you’re ice;But ice cools us down,
And we’re glad you’re around,
Please stay for a while;And you’re often a gas,
But I never question,
What state you’re in;’Cause you’ve been around,
Much longer than me,
And the places you’ve been,
You’ve swam through the oceans;

With mermaids and submarines.

Chorus

And you’re often outside,
But more often than not,
You are inside with us,
You’re the cradle for us,
That’s why all the fuss;

And H20,
Where do you go,
When it’s too hard to flow?
When it’s 40 below,
You go home;

To mermaids and submarines,
And the things in-between.

Verse 2. (written to honour of the exceptional documentary work being produced for Midway Journey and the story that’s now unfolding as a result of their investigation into “Plastic Pollution” in the North Pacific Ocean.)

Water,
You treated us nice,
But these plastics ain’t right;A tsunami of sounds,
And a visual landscape,
Of things that were found;Like cigarette lighters,
And bottles galore,
Nature’s not your whore;And we navigate the globe,
With a satellite link,
And you don’t read a map,
And you can’t even think – for yourself;So many of you,
Don’t – give – a fuck,
But your time is up;

And water,
You often feel nice,
And sometimes you’re life;

Chorus

And you’re often outside,
But more often than not,
You are inside with us,
You’re the cradle for us,
That’s why all the fuss;

And H20,
Where do you go,
When it’s too hard to flow?
When it’s 40 below,
You go home;

To mermaids and submarines,
And the things in-between.