David Boie

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David Boie
Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
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The Advocate

Born of time spent reflecting on the darkness, light, and unexpected mercy to be...
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The Beast

Externalize more chaos
I beg you... if you please;
My past comes back to haunt me...
Quaking want and need.

We’re not gonna have‘em split tender...
For two red fxxxin’ cents;
Our new found sex appeal...
Will help us pay the rent.

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Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
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Can’t put a single price-tag...
Rough Spirit so Bright;
Lovin' you with scissors...
Past ‘comes Light.

Can’t say how much you scare me...
Trembling infant at your Breast;
Raw power of a mistreated child...
But your smile resurrects.
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Chrous
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I know of your Voo-doo, my dear...
Witchcraft in the name of Christ;
Center of a vengeant cyclone...
All around, but you, must pay the price.

Treasure your heart so, both the wrath and the kind...
Hurt you so dearly: Before the Dawn of Time...
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Chorus
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Baby, Get On Board


Latest Uploads

Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
Play Now

The Advocate

Born of time spent reflecting on the darkness, light, and unexpected mercy to be...
Play Now

The Beast

Externalize more chaos
I beg you... if you please;
My past comes back to haunt me...
Quaking want and need.

We’re not gonna have‘em split tender...
For two red fxxxin’ cents;
Our new found sex appeal...
Will help us pay the rent.

===============================================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================================
Can’t put a single price-tag...
Rough Spirit so Bright;
Lovin' you with scissors...
Past ‘comes Light.

Can’t say how much you scare me...
Trembling infant at your Breast;
Raw power of a mistreated child...
But your smile resurrects.
================================================
Chrous
================================================
I know of your Voo-doo, my dear...
Witchcraft in the name of Christ;
Center of a vengeant cyclone...
All around, but you, must pay the price.

Treasure your heart so, both the wrath and the kind...
Hurt you so dearly: Before the Dawn of Time...
================================================
Chorus
================================================

Baby, Get On Board

You’re just too smart...
...she said, for your own damn good;
Enjoy this food and wine,
And forget ‘bout Brotherhood.

I AM shooting to be simple,
But it's a long and twisted game...
The kind I want is where,
I don’t even know my name.
===========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
==========================
Sunshine in a bottle,
I’ve tried that road...
Smoke-up in the hash pipe,
Just transfers the load.

Perhaps the greatest Sin, though,
Is no skin in the game...
Sin’s are merely trinkets;
Treat ‘em all the same.
========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
===========================
So yes, I’ll have a drink,
Catch a buzz and smile...
A puff on the pipe’s just fine;
It won’t stay my while.

Partake but just don’t drown,
Rule of my green thumb...
Joyful stoned or sober,
Get Drunk, but just not Numb.
=======================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
=======================
Outro:
Yes, I draw the line some...
Not a careless fool;
Vultures tend to circle...
Near the old Barstool.

Barstool Zen

Krishna cooks bacon; this side of the road
Hot Miso Soup and a six-pack of Stroh's
Light doesn’t blind; now we both can see
The ways and means of stark insanity

I asked him how, why, what must be
He slapped me up, “Don’cha whore for me”
So better suited: Savior in dis-guise
Love would un-hinge me; win an ill-sought prize

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: Gita’s got me by the balls
Broken Chariot: Come clean these filthy walls

Wisdom of Ages
Bristles on an old stick broom
Angel’s would fear to tread
Her lit-up first floor room

Chrous:
Broken Chariot: Christ’s tears shone in Her eyes
Not for Her own sake, but the Warden and His lies.

Busted my own heart, now I’m sinkin’ in
World as Lover, not my mis-shaped box of Sin
Cautious Sister: with those smiling eyes
Eyes now taken, but “Per-haps” can stay a while

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: i fade; a spacious room
Broken Chariot: Spirit born to Mary’s womb

Broken Chariot

My brightly glowing int’rest
Holds a twisted rhyme
Wait for you to light-up
Then check you, in time

Can’t say we’re any different
Swimming in this stew
One-up or one-down
I can’t handle you

Just don’ have it in me
Face your ego best
Just don’ have it in me
I'd prefer to rest

Fortress sealed air-tight
I scant even breathe
Blow those quiet trumpets
Walls down – if you please

My brightly shining int’rest
Could just be a curse
I might be a Brother
But I could be worse

Humble-up ourselves
And we'll do just fine
Trade in all the bullshit
And be Friends in time

Just don’ have it in me
Tote the Devil’s purse
Just don’ have it in me
Drive His Golden Hearse

Just don’ have it in me
Face your ego best
Just don’ have it in me
I'd prefer to rest

In Me

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Born after a long period of introspection, this song touches on themes of the sp...
Play Now

The Advocate

Born of time spent reflecting on the darkness, light, and unexpected mercy to be...
Play Now

The Beast

Externalize more chaos
I beg you... if you please;
My past comes back to haunt me...
Quaking want and need.

We’re not gonna have‘em split tender...
For two red fxxxin’ cents;
Our new found sex appeal...
Will help us pay the rent.

===============================================
Chorus:
Baby get on Board;
This train’s only costing us time...
Baby get on Board;
Switch tracks, click-clack of this rhyme.

Baby unpack your Bags...
Just stay with me, and dig on in;
Beauty in Rags...
Forgive me; a Life of Sin.
===============================================
Can’t put a single price-tag...
Rough Spirit so Bright;
Lovin' you with scissors...
Past ‘comes Light.

Can’t say how much you scare me...
Trembling infant at your Breast;
Raw power of a mistreated child...
But your smile resurrects.
================================================
Chrous
================================================
I know of your Voo-doo, my dear...
Witchcraft in the name of Christ;
Center of a vengeant cyclone...
All around, but you, must pay the price.

Treasure your heart so, both the wrath and the kind...
Hurt you so dearly: Before the Dawn of Time...
================================================
Chorus
================================================

Baby, Get On Board

You’re just too smart...
...she said, for your own damn good;
Enjoy this food and wine,
And forget ‘bout Brotherhood.

I AM shooting to be simple,
But it's a long and twisted game...
The kind I want is where,
I don’t even know my name.
===========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
==========================
Sunshine in a bottle,
I’ve tried that road...
Smoke-up in the hash pipe,
Just transfers the load.

Perhaps the greatest Sin, though,
Is no skin in the game...
Sin’s are merely trinkets;
Treat ‘em all the same.
========================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
===========================
So yes, I’ll have a drink,
Catch a buzz and smile...
A puff on the pipe’s just fine;
It won’t stay my while.

Partake but just don’t drown,
Rule of my green thumb...
Joyful stoned or sober,
Get Drunk, but just not Numb.
=======================
Chorus:
Don’t know my own name,
But answer to it none the less...
Maybe that girl wants me,
But I can’t even get undressed.
=======================
Outro:
Yes, I draw the line some...
Not a careless fool;
Vultures tend to circle...
Near the old Barstool.

Barstool Zen

Krishna cooks bacon; this side of the road
Hot Miso Soup and a six-pack of Stroh's
Light doesn’t blind; now we both can see
The ways and means of stark insanity

I asked him how, why, what must be
He slapped me up, “Don’cha whore for me”
So better suited: Savior in dis-guise
Love would un-hinge me; win an ill-sought prize

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: Gita’s got me by the balls
Broken Chariot: Come clean these filthy walls

Wisdom of Ages
Bristles on an old stick broom
Angel’s would fear to tread
Her lit-up first floor room

Chrous:
Broken Chariot: Christ’s tears shone in Her eyes
Not for Her own sake, but the Warden and His lies.

Busted my own heart, now I’m sinkin’ in
World as Lover, not my mis-shaped box of Sin
Cautious Sister: with those smiling eyes
Eyes now taken, but “Per-haps” can stay a while

Chorus:
Broken Chariot: i fade; a spacious room
Broken Chariot: Spirit born to Mary’s womb

Broken Chariot

My brightly glowing int’rest
Holds a twisted rhyme
Wait for you to light-up
Then check you, in time

Can’t say we’re any different
Swimming in this stew
One-up or one-down
I can’t handle you

Just don’ have it in me
Face your ego best
Just don’ have it in me
I'd prefer to rest

Fortress sealed air-tight
I scant even breathe
Blow those quiet trumpets
Walls down – if you please

My brightly shining int’rest
Could just be a curse
I might be a Brother
But I could be worse

Humble-up ourselves
And we'll do just fine
Trade in all the bullshit
And be Friends in time

Just don’ have it in me
Tote the Devil’s purse
Just don’ have it in me
Drive His Golden Hearse

Just don’ have it in me
Face your ego best
Just don’ have it in me
I'd prefer to rest

In Me


About Me

Bio

Raised in Bozeman, MT and educated in Electrical Engineering at the University of Idaho, David became somewhat unhinged after a drug trip his Junior year of college. He has written expository prose throughout adulthood, but he has always nurtured an "artistic seed." Recently, circumstances prompted him to the realization that it was time to "get something done."

We in the Western Christian tradition have always wrestled, somewhat immaturely, with a sharp dichotomy between Good and Evil, the Damned and the Saved, and have been, at best, intolerant and suspicious of other religious traditions. My produced music seeks to redress some of these concerns, within the framework of Christian thought.

Buddha left the royal palace to grapple with the sickness of the human mind, retiring to the forest for the work of meditation, contemplation, introspection, and reflection. Today, there are no forests full of Star-fruit like the Buddha had, but by the Grace of the taxpayer, schizophrenics and other mentally-ill people who grapple intensely with the root causative seeds of our society-wide malaise, can, if fortunate enough to find a good therapist or teacher, be guided into assuming a Shamanistic/Bodhisattvic role for the rest of society, however imperfectly fulfilled.

In a struggle to choose against the dark counsel of my separated "ego," this Artist's webpage joins a revival of the spirit of America's "dollar-a-year-men," who helped pilot this country's industry during WWII for scant salaries, when questions of Good and Evil seemed more clear-cut, and the Angel and the Devil did not share the same beating Heart.

Perhaps now more than ever, we are poised to move beyond 'Us' vs 'Them' thinking in spirituality, and realize that the real war to be 'fought' appears to involve a non-combative unification of opposites, both within the Self and the World, where relative good and evil cautiously collaborate (through mutual forgiveness) in finding "the Good, the True, and the Beautiful."

I seek to short-circuit my own ego's valuation concerns, and the ongoing temptation to choose the self over the Self, by offering all purchased items for one-dollar or less, where I am able. This stratagem may seem small-minded, and certainly is no magic-bullet, mind you. However, I am single and my needs are, for now, taken care of. To me, the idea just seemed: "Beautiful in the Moment."

In doing this, I never-the-less honor that the work my therapists, teachers, family and friends have put in me is priceless, and I can only pay it back by offering it to others "for a song," as my they did with me.

About the style of music he has been collaborating in, David says, "Soulful music merely provides a mirror in which the soul of the listener can be 'seen,' both the anguish, and the Love of the Lord Within, by whatever name (He/She) is given."

CV/History

David has no musical skill other than a measured proficiency with the English language, and with regards to that, he quotes his dad speaking about electricity when he was growing up, saying, "I know just enough to be dangerous."

My CV seemed the best place to credit my Songbay collaborators for these songs, as working with such great composers, arrangers, producers, and musicians can only be a "Feather in One's Cap," at least gauging by the quality results they have produced:

"The Advocate"
Composer, Producer, Arranger and Hammond Organ
= Gary Cubberley
Vocals, Keyboards, Arranging = Clay Collins
Band = The Songbayteam
Lyricist = David Boie

"The Beast"
Composer, Producer, Arranger and Keyboards
= Gary Cubberley
Vocals = Clay Collins
Band = The Songbayteam
Lyricist = David Boie

David's two produced songs, "The Advocate" and "The Beast" are both Spirituals that, unless the listeners' God adoration has already emerged, or is primed to emerge, will likely have little appeal. However, for the faith-ready, their metered non-dual approach to questions of Ultimate Good and Evil can be profoundly inspiring.

Contact

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