Here is the basic package of my new cd with a one page insert, as opposed to the fancier booklet that costs a little more.
NOTE: For a limited time, these come with a patch if you want! Just let me know in the order info!
Includes unlimited streaming of WAITT
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
Purchasable with gift card
$5USDor more
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
This is my new CD with a booklet I made, which is basically a physical copy of the pdf file you get with the album. It's a few bucks extra if that's cool. Also, it's black and white because color copies cost like 10 dollars to make and damn thats alot.
note: im kinda bad at making these so far, so ill pay you back if theyre not up to par. sorry!
new NOTE: For a limited time, these come with a patch if you want! Just let me know in the order info!
Includes unlimited streaming of WAITT
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
Purchasable with gift card
$8USDor more
about
Duda is an awesome poet with experience in spoken word. He gets loud, and it’s awesome. His poems have a passionate sincerity that blows people away. He’s even able to spit one out about Jackie Chan and Buckethead that still makes you a bit teary-eyed by the end. Now that’s somethin
lyrics
I heard them howling last night.
Nestled nicely between a warm body and a soft sofa side, I told you in raised voices and no uncertain terms that I couldn't hear you well over the dim Christmas lights and the band in the next room, and maybe we should continue this conversation outside.
So, we took it to the porch, but you didn't want to talk about comics anymore and you weren't the same, and I mean you were someone else entirely.
So I curled in close to you on the porch swing to inhale your pipe dreams, but I still can't taste you over the damn wolves.
"I'd like to go inside;"
"It's kinda lonely out here."
We met around a fire and we threw our guitars on top to keep it going. The notes rang in our blood as the strings snapped, popped, bent and slid, curling like hot nickel does, and we started to pile poems on top because the word 'stop' wasn't in our vocabulary, and our hopes and fears kept us warm.
It was cold out, but how would one notice a thing like that when laughter comes so easy around you?
And whenever it got too chilly, whenever I was scared, whenever want turned to need and Apathy ruled, when silent fears crowded at the door and clamored for asylum, for vengeance, for our souls, we just boarded the windows up with each other's dreams, with the necks of guitars and drumheads stretched tight to keep the wolves at the door. Alone we were writing a siren for salvation, but in this holy place we shouted together, sang together, loved together, wept to each other, built each other up, where were you when the wolves came?
I was braced arm-in-arm with my friends, extolling the merits of feet and singing a song of rebellion against loss.
We were singing, we were laughing, we were fighting with everything we had, and we were winning.
Where were you when the wolves came?
I saw you smile, grab a beer, and say, "I'm right here. We're all here. And we're having a pretty good time, and I think you should too."
supported by 8 fans who also own “"Keep the wolves out" by Steven James Duda”
This album is like cracking a cold 40 of steel reserve after fighting in a parking lot at 3 in the morning. If you could bottle youth it would be hard to get a better brew than this. databender
