Zach Sands
Singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist/DIY recording artist. Truly independent music.
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Taking Shape
Sunday, April 13, 2025
Placeholders
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
New-ish
Here's another song that I wrote a little while back but only recorded as a multi-track composition for the first time this evening:
I'll keep working on it, but I thought I'd let you in on the process.
Posting updated versions of these songs here is also one of the ways that I listen to them on different devices as I continue to work on them.
I welcome you to embark on this journey with me. We'll see where it goes.
Lyrics:
If I could build a time machine
I would be a better man
I’d be a wiser version of me
And everything would work out like I plan
I would learn to learn from my mistakes
Leave notes to my former self
Tell him to give more than he takes
And this is the only life that you get
Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
But if I could build a time machine
I would be a better friend
We could see all that we’ll never be
And everything that could have been
Like particles in variable dimensions
Our crooked paths seldom cross
At these random and chaotic intersections
We’re here for a moment, then we’re off
Because time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
But if I could build a time machine
And relive any moment
I wouldn’t change a thing
Except the stupid words I had spoken
I would work out every perfect line
Leave the script behind to memorize
And if I didn’t get it right on the second try
There’d be ample opportunity to revise
But time only moves in one direction
And no one ever gets it quite right
All we ever have is our best intentions
And a perfectly imperfect life
© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD
Thursday, March 20, 2025
Another song
I wrote this one a few years ago but only recorded it for the first time this week. This is today's version. As with my other recent recordings, it is a work in progress.
Thank you for listening.
Lyrics:
Singing with the stereo in a parked car
Belting out the words like we were rock stars
"It doesn't get better than this," you said
You rocked my heart and you wrecked my head
We were young lovers under covers in the summertime
You said we'd meet again some other place, some other time
And I went looking for you out there
Ghosts and mirrors everywhere
It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...
I still remember in September when she went away
My heart was broken, mouth wide open with nothing new to say
Like ice water in my veins
Through my brain and back again
I can't forget her, wrote a letter that I'll never send
Don't want to upset her, hope she's better, found herself a new friend
But we keep telling the same old lies
It hurts too much to realize
It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...
Got back together, you said forever and we'll never be apart
You sang my songs, you played along, fiddled around with my heart
Until we were everything we are not
Like shards of glass in the parking lot
I suppose we were better writing letters from our parallel lives
Expose the wires, start a fire, don't know if we'll survive
Do we walk away or watch it all burn?
All we have is all we ever learn
It was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It was always you...
"Circumstance is happenstance," you say, "a game of chance we play"
But what becomes of the lucky ones, and were they just born this way?
It's all so confusing
At least we have the music
I got my shit, you got your wish, you've got your vitriol
Choking down this poison does you no good at all
What doesn't kill us makes us numb
Strangers to who we've become
But it was always you
It was always you
In my dreams and in between
It will always be you...
© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD
Monday, February 17, 2025
Pablo Fiasco
I've been recording another song. Here it is, still in the early stages of production:
As with the other song that I recently recorded, I will keep updating new versions to the linked page as I continue to work on it. Check back regularly to hear them improve.
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Lyrics:
Don't have to be a victim
Of a corrupt, broken system
Serf City and landlords
Billionaires who rob the poor
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
There's always more!
They steal from the working classes
Write the laws and pay no taxes
While infrastructure's left to rot
They'll buy another mega-yacht
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
It might take everything we've got!
Well, I am an honest man
In a land of disaster
And I don't understand
These un-united states of matter
Has somebody got a plan
Because all I've got is laughter
Slapped by the invisible hand
You can call me Pablo Fiasco...
Worker exploitation
For low pay and no vacation
While shareholders take more than they need
Driven by their endless greed
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
We sweat until we bleed!
Late-stage capitalism
Force-fed cannibalism
It comes down to who you know
To maintain the status quo
It's never enough
It's never enough
It's never enough
Corporate profits have to grow!
Well, I am an honest man
In a land of disaster
And I don't understand
These un-united states of matter
Has somebody got a plan
Because all I've got is laughter
Slapped by the invisible hand
You can call me Pablo Fiasco...
This is a call to action
Consumer dissatisfaction
Has reached a fever pitch
Buy nothing and eat the rich
We've had enough
We've had enough
We've had enough
It's high time we burn this bridge!
Castaways and hungry sharks
Blood-thirsty oligarchs
Soulless and self-absorbed
Sociopathic to the core
We've had enough
We've had enough
We've had enough
We won't take it anymore!
Well, I am an honest man
In a land of disaster
And I don't understand
These un-united states of matter
Has somebody got a plan
Because all I've got is laughter
Slapped by the invisible hand
You can call me Pablo Fiasco...
© 2025 Zach Sands, PhD