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'08 EAST
SIDE DRIVE recently recorded by Grant Baldwin with
Brian Horwitz producing + playing all manner of percussion + sound.

4 samples are always at - myspace.com/miketheswans

Neil Cruikshank plays guitar + sings on "RAVENCLAD'S DANCE "
and electric + ebowed acoustic on "SUNDAY."
Monica Lee plays viola on "PIZZA JOINT," + sings doo-whops on "PINK & BLUE.BOP."
Chelsea Johnson & RadaR sing "JENNIFER'S TEAR" with french horn Dave.
Larissa Ardis plays accordian on "HOBO'S WALTZ"  whereupon Chelsea Johnson sings.
Andrew Burden plays trombone + Pablo Doherty plays guitar on "RUBBER BALL BLUES."
Brian Horwitz plays percussion while Mike Sullivan plays guitar + sings on all the tracks except for "Interlude." a Brian Horwitz creation.

 

eastside drive

 

 

 

THE CREATIVE PROCESS AT RIPE INGENIUS SURROUNDINGS


I've never had a great love for the drumkit + am always encouraging  the tambourine girls,  jem bay totters , bell-toed belly dancers + kitchenware kids to step on up  to the song where I'll leave a large rest for them to establish a groove.  That's how I saw Brian, stepping up to a jam with a pocket sized shaker, or blowing a fireman's whistle at a Gadjo gig where he sat in the circle of players with a box of toys  without the austerity of a drum kit. Once at  a party I heard something neat  + hypnotic +  strange. He was playing a plastic bag.  I tried several times for a long while but couldn't work it. 

We talk about that stuff. We jam in my apartment , a little too loud. Then we jam in the park  on the first sunny day. Then we jam in Grant's basement. At some point Grant presses record on something . then we have 4 or 5 bedtracks and an idea for an album.  I mean..." ! "

Happened quick. The concept kinda started as an atypical set -up, non-band  scenario.  No drum-kit. We'd handle most of the bass and invite guests to fill out some of the songs.  Happened fast.  I wrote a word association type list influenced  by the local talent. We happen to live in one of those endangered neighbourhoods where ragingly creative people gather,  so the pickin's were easy + we tried to stuff as much wild creative genius as would fit in a 40 minute cd. Did well.

 

tbc

 

 

 



songs composed by MikeSullivan
are registered with SOCAN

 

 



songs composed by MikeSullivan
are registered with SOCAN

 

 

An Anthropological 
Survey of Mike the Swan

handmade cds to 2007

incidental songwriter -  lyrics

scrapbook of  posters + pics

 

hand-made cds
sketches of song retitled with songs added +/or redone
all discontinued a year before the latest cd

   

 

 

 

 

 

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7
RAW SONGS FROM THIS,
& THE LAST CENTURY



THE PINK & BLUE.BOP 2:12

MY SISTERS 1:55
MY LUNG 2:42
(2nd recording of:)
PIZZA JOINT 4:15
SEAGULL STREET
2:01
RED DRESS 4:42
LULLABYE 2:35




recorded by Michael Louw 2006

    

 

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12
LESSONS IN
INTROVERTED ORATORY

those 7, with the addition of 5 + replacement of 1:


(2nd recording of:)
MY LUNG 3:19 w/ Charlene Welk on synth
JENNIFER'S TEAR 5:27 with Charlene Welk singing

... (SOME MARRIAGE)
5:07
RED DRESS 4:42
FIX  5:10 w/ Nelson Burn drumming
(Glimmer Twi
ns') OFF THE HOOK 1:31 w/ C.R.Avery beatboxing

recorded by Michael Louw 2005-6, except  for  FIX + MY LUNG recorded by Nelson Burn, + JENNIFER'S TEAR  recorded by Charlene Welk + mixed by Nelson Burn.

 

 

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15
 OCCASIONAL
MOOD SWINGS

those 12, with the addition of 4 :

 

TELEPHONE 4:50
WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS 2:30
(Bo Diddley's)
MANNISH BOY 3:21
(Joni Mitchells') WOODSTOCK 3:42 with Chiatanya on guitar

recorded by Michael Louw 2005-6, except  for  FIX + MY LUNG recorded by Nelson Burn, + JENNIFER'S TEAR ,  TELEPHONE + WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS recorded  by Charlene Welk , WOODSTOCK  recorded live at Cafe duex Soliel by Craig Glen .

 

 




MY SISTERS + MY LUNG are on CTV's "Whistler."

WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS is in  the short film "Poesy."

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MIKE THE SWAN
& THE MYTH OF THE OTHERWISE

those 15 with the addition of 6  + the replacement of 2:

 

(2nd recording of:)WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS  live
(2nd recording of:)
RED DRESS
RAVENCLAD'S DANCE
ONE MORNING THE SUN
RUBBER BALL BLUES
HOBO'S WALTZ
(Woodie Guthrie's)THIS TRAIN
(Muddy Waters')TROUBLE
(Sleepy John Cretes')DROP DOWN MAMMA
(Bob Dylan's)TANGLED UP IN BLUE


this 79 minute cd has 21 tracks.

RED DRESS, THIS TRAIN, + TANGLED UP IN BLUE recorded by Patrick Hunt.  WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS, DROP DOWN MAMMA + TROUBLE recorded by Tim Marr live. RAVENCLAD'S DANCE, ONE MORNING THE SUN, RUBBER BALL BLUES +  HOBO'S WALTZ  recorded by Tim Marr in my kitchen.

 


 

incidental songwriter

             

FIX
HOBO'S WALTZ
JENNIFER'S TEAR
THE JESUS SONG
LULLABYE FOR 2
MY SISTERS
MY LUNG
ONE MORNING THE SUN

THE PINK & BLUE.BOP
PIZZA JOINT

songs composed by Mike Sullivan

RAVENCLAD'S DANCE
RED DRESS

REDLIT RAINBOP
RUBBER BALL BLUES
SEAGULL STREET

SHE
SUNDAY
TELEPHONE
WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS
... (
SOME MARRIAGE)

 

 

                 

FIX

I've been thinking about the things you do to me,  the ways you are and how they get through to me.  I've been thinking "oh no,gee, better not come on strong.  Then the feeling I'm without you gets to feel so long.  I've been blown down. I'm not made out of bricks.  C'mon, Charlene. I need fixin'! 

I've been thinking maybe I'll just be your next friend and just hang out. I don't need to be sex oriented.  If you're feeling sleepy, don't you worry.  I'll tuck you in bed and read you a story.  But the heart of the matter, what's a little less fictional is:  I'm broken, and I need fixin'.


 

HOBO'S WALTZ

Corner of Whiskey and
Rhythm Road. I come here to find me a friend. Momma box tinkle and whistle my way. Find me a letter to send. Salvation stew and a bottle of wine. I sure could use a cup o caffeine. Tell me I’m sad and I’ll tell you y’lie. I can’t think of a better place to be.

(chorus) Hi-Fi, I’m a romantic fool. Ho-bo, I’m allright. Back-rack slapjack and everything’s cool. No coluds. Watchin’ stars tonight.

Sweet Stella waiting for John on the street, spread the leg come on for cash. Walk on down some more “Hey Mr. Candyman, score a bit o your hash. Walk on by at the all night deli, perfume and pain in the air. Evil Eye’s business is all his own. Can’t say that I really care. (chorus)

No shoe Louie’s got the key of C. ‘lizabeth cuddles with me. Engine Albert’s got the poo-muh-mow-mow soothin’ the sorrow in deep. Priest’s are asleep and the cops don’t care. Shiney cars drive all around. Piss on a wall while I sing an old tune. Think up some blessin’s to count. (chorus)


 

JENNIFER'S TEAR

Jennifer lives in room 304 shooting up heroin for the pain in her heart.  Keeps her supply up by standing on corners, trying to smile pretty, leaning in cars. 

(chorus:)She walks like a lily blowing through the alley way with her head swaying sadly and gentle hair falls,  walks like a leaf drifting through a rainy day when the rain falls as soft as a tear in the hall.

Jennifer sits in the window for hours watching the sunset, plucking a flower.  Moon on her silhouette will not forget her. One by one dandilions swing through the air. (chorus) 

Now all of you indians can wail your sorrow. All of you cowboys can drown in your beer, all of you hookers can stand on corners while the rain falls as gentle as Jennifer's tear.


 

THE JESUS SONG

I  don't  want  to give jesus any more press but I'm told that it's manly to hang from a cross. My folks brought me up to take shit and work hard, then one day you'll be dead, then you'll get your reward.

What I need from you, my son, is to scream when yo're hurt and to shout when you're bleeding. The unnamed  thing that you feel is missing is the right you were cheated of when it was stolen.


 

LULLABYE FOR 2

If I were a really good tailor I'd tailor make you something to wear. But I am a fortune teller so let's turn on the radio and listen for the weather. 

If I was any good at shopping. I'd go out and buy you a really nice earring. However, I happen to be a magician so lets whirl up a tempest and do some conjuring. 

If I was a lion of course I'd sit down and get ready to let out some roars. Contrarily I am a mythical creature. I've got extraordinary wings and imaginary features. 

If I was Cinderella I'd invariably hook up with some lucky fella.  I am, incidentally, an ugly gorilla, carrying an argyle umbrella, smoking a cigarilla.


 

MY LUNG

I've been up all morning being seduced by women.  I've been singing from my heart until my head is swimming.  I've been living on luck. I guess I must have something like a genie in a bottle or a godmother's pumpkin, 

(chorus:)but I still want you hereunder my skin.  I want you there at the endings I don't know where to begin.  I want to read your ingredients and get them under my tongue.  I want to breathe your atmosphere right here into my lung. 

I've been refreshed by the warmth of an avocado sandwich.  I've been graced by the presence of an elegant pianist.  I've been treated to the pleasure of a well sung canzanetta.  I've been inspired to achieve heights that I haven't yet attempted. Ah,  (chorus)


 

MY SISTERS

I love my sisters. Yes, I do. Thats one thing that will always be true. Whenever I'm feeling down, man, listen: I just pick up the phone and I call up my sisters. Whenever I'm feeling down and just hurt, well, then I call my sisters.

Well, Maureen said "Man, you just gotta forget her. Put her stuff in a crate and (woo) look at it later," & Eileen said "Man, the way you've been dumped is the worst and now you gotta take care of yourself." After all you've been through you could do better. I love my sisters. (chorus)

Well, Tina said "Man, Mike your beautiful," and Vicki said it too and she said it cuter.  And then (woo) did I feel better and glad that it was finally over. "Hey Mike Why dontcha come over." I love my sisters. (chorus)


 

ONE MORNING THE SUN

In the yellow schoolroom when we were children with the sandbox crushes and the wild dirty dreamin’, where the girls are so pretty when they come out to meetcha, and the woo the soilfinder and they search the cute evening. Then one morning the sun came down.

Under purple hats did the blossom roam through the crumbled street where her starry eyes would find several slick pokadots along a zoo and a shiny red pirate and a suitcase too. Then one morning the sun came down.


 

THE PINK & BLUE.BOP

She's a china doll from the shopping mall in a herd of bulls from the liquor store. She's got a pretty pink dress and a big white smile and her hair's a mess boppin' on the dance floor.  Oh,
Lois Lane, you cannot lose. I got a pair of neat feet and a chug-a-lug-a-loo. I'm a dirty Clark Kent from another planet and I want to be your Superman. 

(chorus:)Oh, won't you be my  valentine, babe, I got a heart on my sleeve and a bar of soap.  Got an eye for an eye and a tongue for the truth. We could be doing the pink and blue puberty bop. 

Come boppin to me my nuclear gal. There's a revolution brewin' but aren't we all.  I'm a genuine product of the nuclear war and I know just what I was put her for.  Oh,
Lois Lane, how red you groove. I got pair of black glasses and a bubble of blue.  I'm a grubby little hobo in the heart of a storm and there you are boppin’ on the dance floor.  (chorus) 

Build another ballroom and paint the town again. She's a pokadot helicopter in her bathroom with a fashionable ass and some magazines and a story book mirror and a movie screen. Oh,
Lois Lane, you're not alone. I got candy floss stains on my telephone.  You got neon lips in the acid rain. You got eyes up from your ice cream cone. (chorus)


 

PIZZA JOINT

I took the boy to a pizza joint and fed him 3 pizzas  while he watched Dragon BallZ. I sat outside in the rain reading a very interesting book on aesthetics, but one thing I didn't do is think a thing about you

Last night I was intrigued by a bloom I've never seen before. Last week at work it was my last day and I kissed the elevator. Right now at
Value Village they got a whole set of silver tipped silverware. Oh, yeah. One thing that I forgot to remember was anything about you.

I'm in a place where I can just see the horizon is headed towards me. I'm in a place where my fate penetrates the restraints that existed without any reason.

The pizza cost $3.50, and the pizza man's named Leem,  and he comes from
Korea, and his daughter plays the violin  for the Vancouver Orchestra at the age of 16. There are many people I know who bare absolutely no relation to you.

I'm an a place with a balcony where the horizon is always changing. I'm in a place where my fate renovates the whole landscape like a breeze. I know it sounds easy.


 

RAVENCLAD'S DANCE

We glanced at the ballroom through kings and their brides, her eye through dark lashes and careless hung hair.  We danced to the blue muse and intricately replaced the crude lighting with our own air.

 (chorus:) Ravenclad drapes by a collarbone. Shin whitens deep in a trance. Braided black hair and a crescent moon earring swing to the Ravenclad’s dance.

We danced as the ballroom was burned to the ground. The careless shoe pollies had married their princes. The wallpaper fell as the music continued and so did the Ravenclad’s dance.

We danced through the forrest and over the river. We danced with our spirit’s and eyes. She danced like a wing setting free from embrace and she danced with the stars in the sky.


 

RED DRESS

Charlene, Charlene, Why don't you lift your feet off the ground?(2) You're as light as a feather and you know you'll have your wings to get you around.

I'm getting worried, Charlene, thinking about the pit. I'm certain that there must be a heaven for me somewhere and I believe that you are it. 

Charlene, Charlene, Looks like we're gonna have to get you a red dress.(2)We're gonna paint the town again. Good golly, we might even get arrested. 

I’m getting worried, Charlene, thinking about the world.  I'm certain that I'd be a whole lot less worried if only you could be my girl. 

Charlene, Charlene, Looks like you're gonna have to get your black boots on (2) Although you might not know it (but I think you do) around here we're instigating a revolution.


 

REDLIT RAINBOP

Lit by red light, shining by rain on the lain of the cold or the frozen skied night. Storm pounding ground, the worn crackt 'crete where feet slap rain, where the red light warps. He finds in the side of his storm blurred eye silhoutte of a short, white, bored shitless girl. High heels scrape scars across concrete pores, forming swirly streams in pavement puddles. Being black cloakt, he (cool) strolls over to where she groans, whining in the tone of all girls that she could use a match. He has one. So then darkness is broken by a swoop spark parkt at the end of her cigarette, crossing her eyes.  Focussed on flame, she's cute, and bright by the light. She's pimpled and dimply. Her pretty pink dripping down clown rogue made up eyes cry mascara.

Flame now flipped, lain like a cardboard boat in a puddle of rain. They stroll through streets. Cute, rain swept, eye to eye, maybe bump. Maybe hands touch slutty, maybe shy through streets of the red, pouring rain painted evening. Silent, sly smiling, walking by windows, rows of city scenery, an electric clock, closed hock shops, and a bustling all night beanery. Doors of a bar are swung wide abruptly by singing idiot drunks, loud hookers, taxi cabs, a scumbag sells crack to a scared punk. A bus speeds past and everything gets washed. They walk through the city leftover from Saturday lovers, other bad days, some good drunks and things forever lost.

Not far into the close kept mid city where he swings his arm across the open door, while grinning she steps clandestinely in an atmosphere of green halls, soft table cloths, and a wall of candlelit chandeliers in rows.
They sit cryptic surrounded by a rain dripped, melting window. "So." Cigarettes are propped on rain drenched lips. They gulp down wine. He asks her name and she singswith schoolgirl eyes beneath her lids, becomes surprisingly, burgeoningly womanly and burgundy,glowing benignly and spring blossom kissed.
"Are you from the city?," and she is. "...and you?" Yes, he is. Of cities they are made and are locked tight.

They talk. As chatter patters between twinkling fires of elegant arms fingering shiny wine glasses where flame play on rain ignites an eyelashes flicker, lips purse, eyes search eyes and circle lids, finding the color of eye, reaching the pupil's depth, and maybe sink in the pool of that red river's breadth. Maybe sink in the pool of that red river’s breadth. Maybe sink in the pool of that red river’s breadth.Maybe deep in the drink of candlelight's death a red river swells, a moon dog diminishes,a hard rain descends then a cool rain drizzles down a sweating wet window down a glistening mystery.



 

RUBBER BALL BLUES

It was so long ago that I first fell into you there was nothing at all, nothing I could do. But again and again you appear in my brain with the rumbling of dice, and the bounce of a rubber ball.

Well what can I do to hold onto you when holding on to me is more than I can do.  When I reach up to grab you from a bottomless fall well, you're already up with the bounce of a rubber ball.

O! Rubber, O! Rubber, I’m so in love around you but you love me and hate me and love me. You do. When I call out to you from against the wall you hit me right between the eyes with the bounce of a rubber ball.


 

SEAGULL STREET

On
Seagull Street the summer girl will drive you madly through the breeze  and all the lovers of the morning stay up for her ecstasies.  A penny's toss dismisses all the strangers lost within her eyes  and sweetens her with lips whistling the softest of surprises on Seagull Street

In summer there's the kind of air that sets itself into your skin like buttered toast or old shoes stomping puddles in the rain. And jam tarts always sleep through the morning when its happening,  but watching the sunrise we discover how night's end on Seagull Street 

Beggar's do the dance there, ever so carefully.  Drunken in romance we
1-2-3,1-2-3
Breeze upon the branches. Breakfast by the scenery.  Gulls do there scrounging gall around and up and down
Seagull Street
 
If you listen very closely you can almost hear the sea rolling just as the summer girl seeps in your soul,  And you want to be the breeze that surrounds her. So alone.  you will follow the summer girl all around the cobblestone of
Seagull Street.


 

SUNDAY

Sunday is a coffee afternoon in silent centres where the revolution rises beneath crispy winter air. Shadows stretch across desire upon the dreaming of an eye where by an echo's careless call you can fall.

The color's revel briefly like a jester's bacchanal or a Sunday sermon sober for a mortal hangover. A dancer takes her place among the street's entangled grace upon the gentle somber waltzing of it all.

Would you smoke a borrowed cigarette beneath a crucifix in a taxi where a fallen angel sells you magic? If a monument were lain before an endless morning plane would your mystery be satisfied by melancholy rain?

Can you feel the spirit's passing through your ageless labored limbs? Did you know the halls are lonesome but the spirits can get in. With tomorrow to fear and all the yesterday's remaining still the halls whisper time and again.


 

TELEPHONE

Won't you come home,
Tracy? Won't you come home?  Won't you come to your house and listen for your phone?That’s the phone. It’s ringing. 

Your phone will be hummin',
Tracy. Your phone will be ringin'. ?  I will walk across the street to your house, just singin'. Whistling… I’m out the door…I’m at the walk light…Waiting…Oh, I can’t wait. I’m jaywalking…I’m going up the stairs…Up to your door.

I will be a boy, Tracy. You can be a girl.  You can take your shoes off and we can see the world.


 

WALKING HOME SIDEWAYS is an instrumental


 

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(
SOME MARRIAGE)

Did I see you just yesterday, running down the drain?  Were you crying or was that gleaming? Were you glistening? Just last night while you were sleeping someone asked me your name. I was wondering if you could hear me. Were you listening?

Ain't it hard to imagine? Ain't it hard to explain?  The kind of things that I'm feeling. The kinds of things that I'm saying.

Yesterday while I was working I was trying to remain in a condition where I'd be willing not to get onto a greyhound. Ain't it funny how we could be here attempting to arrange the type of situation where we could always go out and get an orange.

Ain't it a mystery? Ain't it inane? Ain't it utterly heart wrenching? Ain't it sad and derranged?

Jut this week I've been arranging furniture instigating a change.  preparing for those inevitable days when we’re momentarily aligned?but when I see you in the distance I just have to give in. When you want to make love to a woman I understand what you mean.



scrapbook

of posters + pics




 



An Antropological Survey of MiketheSwan an audible, pictoral + lyrical study  of  an accidental busker + incidental songwriter

the Portrait
commissioned, stolen, the 3 minute, s.p.s (4pgs.)

the Nude
paint on photo of large life drawing

7 Printmaking Methods
photoetching, silkscreen, linocut

Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man & other novels drawn by me

the continuing Books of Automancy sketchbooks

paintings of C.R. Avery's A Shotgun Wedding

Pen & Ink drawings from t.v.


the diarial adventures of Mickey the Swan (a cartoon alias)

Sha.la.la.la. The late 2oth Century.Bop downtown Edmonton poems 87-89

commercial work

early work bus stops & bar



marquees sign guestbook pricelist MiketheSwan@yahoo.com c.v.
miketheswan.tripod.com myspace.com/miketheswans facebook