Jim Guittard’s Place

In economic downtown, more across Texas, U.S. choose to volunteer

Posted in Bulgaria, Life by guittard on April 24, 2009
06:54 AM CDT on Monday, April 20, 2009
By MARK NORRIS / The Dallas Morning News
norrism@dallasnews.com

Applications are up for the Peace Corps, Teach for America and AmeriCorps as Texans turn to service organizations in increasing numbers during the economic downturn.

The state numbers mirror national figures that show year-to-year increases beginning in 2007. Initial numbers of applicants this year are far outpacing those for any previous year.

Jim Guittard, who returned in late 2008 from a two-year mission for the Peace Corps, isn’t surprised.

“With the economy the way it is, people are looking for other things,” said Guittard, who lives in northeast Dallas. “They’re searching for a more satisfying or fulfilling life.”

Officials with the Peace Corps are still tallying the number of applications received in February, but according to the Dallas office’s Shannon Borders, it will probably be a record for one month.

AmeriCorps tripled the amount of applications it received in February this year compared with last.

Kerci Marcello Stroud, Teach for America’s regional communications director, said more people mentioned the economy during the just-completed application period than in years past. Some applicants told her the economic downturn made them re-evaluate what was important to them.

“There’s a growing interest among young people to engage in public service,” Stroud said.

The vast majority of applicants for AmeriCorps, the Peace Corps and Teach for America are recent college graduates.

Of the 35,000 applications Teach for America received this year, 25,000 were from graduating seniors. The remainder was split between graduate students and young professionals less than five years removed from graduation.

Sandy Nunez volunteered for Teach for America after graduating in spring 2007 from the University of Texas at Austin. She thought about joining the Peace Corps or other service organizations before deciding she could be most effective teaching children in underperforming schools.

“It seemed like a very appealing way to get involved,” said Nunez, who is about to complete her two-year commitment in the San Benito schools.

She recently decided to stay on for a third year, saying the state of the economy was a small part of her decision.

Borders said the Peace Corps targets recent college graduates. The median age of its volunteers in 25. There is no age limit, however, and 5 percent of the volunteer force is over 50. The oldest current volunteer is 84.

Guittard joined the Peace Corps 10 years after graduating from college. He had worked at an insurance company among other jobs and decided he wanted to take his life in a different direction.

“In college, I had considered the Peace Corps,” he said. “I didn’t want to have regrets in my life, so I decided to go apply.”

Guittard wound up teaching English to high-school-age students in Bulgaria for two years and taking away an appreciation of how tight-knit families were and how tough his students’ lives were.

He said people who apply need to have the maturity to handle being the situation they are entering.

That vetting is part of the application process, said Borders. She said the biggest surprise is people finding out it can take six to12 months to complete.

But it’s worth it, according to Guittard, who said, “I learned a lot and I’m more appreciative of what I have.”

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Jim Guittard taught English to high-school-age students in Bulgaria for two years.

Jim Guittard Talks With ‘Tangra Mega Rock’ Radio

Posted in Bulgaria, Music, Psychedelic by guittard on November 14, 2008

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Back on September 30, 2008, I was interviewed for Sofia, Bulgaria Internet Radio Station ‘Tangra Mega Rock’. Radio DJ Vassil Varbanov ran the show. Various tracks were played and I got a chance to explain the real scoop behind my 3 Psychedelic/Folk-Rock albums, living in Bulgaria as foreigner, and my previous work teaching as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Pernik. The Albums are:

2008 ‘Busted in Bulgaria’
2004 ‘The Notorious G.I.D.D.’
2002 ‘California Daze’

Listen here for radio show.

Tangra Mega Rock

Link To Tangra Mega Rock

You can download all three albums for free at:
Free Albums

“Busted In Bulgaria” Album Commentary Podcast Part 1

Posted in Bulgaria, Music, Psychedelic by guittard on October 24, 2008

This is part 1 of a series of commentary about my album, “Busted in Bulgaria”, that I recorded while I was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Pernik, Bulgaria.  From April 2006 to July 2008 I taught English in the Bulgarian high school.  It was while confined to my Post-Soviet style block that I documented my whereabouts through song.

The songs comment on life outside America and are in the Psychedelic and Folk-rock genres.

In this episode are the following tracks:

1. Breaking the Language Barrier

2. Gangster 

3. Hoola Hoop Girl 

4. 8A Class 

5. Be Real True 

6. Babas On Their Bench 

7. I Wanna Go To The Moon 

8. Kakvo Pravish? 

Stay tuned for part 2.

You can listen to Part 1 of the podcast here:
Podcast 1

You can subscribe to my podcast at ITunes under “Jim Guittard”.

Bard Fest 2008

Posted in Music, Society by guittard on September 13, 2008

Last weekend I played at a festival in Lovech, Bulgaria.  There were over 40 guitarists who call themselves “Bards.”  It was a rather nice event.  I will admit that I was very nervous getting up to play because I hadn’t played  public in over two years.  I guess it was kinda similiar to Elvis’ 1968 Comeback but I didn’t have the nice leather outfit. 🙂

The whole Bard movement is especially needed in Bulgaria.  The whole Chalga thing will wither away I predict when people wake up to how stupid it is.  I mean Aziz, what’s so great about this guy?  Nothing at all. 

The Bards sing about meaningful and important stuff not just kickin’ it with your homies in da club.  So I hope that those in Bulgaria with take up the Bard cause.  The Revolution Is Now!  Are you tuned in or tuned out?

My girlfriend filmed me and so here I post me playing my song “Stachkata.”  I wrote the song back a year ago and it caused quite a stink with the powers that be:  namely the Peace Corps.  I almost got kicked out of it.  The song has survived.  For you non-Bulgarian readers, the song was written for the nation-wide teachers strike in Bulgaria that lasted two months.

Jim Guittard – Stachkata

Chords for “Pernik”

Posted in Music by guittard on June 7, 2008

Pernik

Intro
A       G       D       A 2x

A       G       D       A
Az znam malko Bulgarski.
A       G       D       A
Az iskam da oocha Bulgarski.
A       G       D       A
Sega az jivaya v Pernik.

E                               D       A
Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.
E                               D       A
Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.

Break
A       G       D       A 2x

A       G       D       A
I know little Bulgarian.
A       G       D       A
I want to learn Bulgarian.
A       G       D       A
Now I live in Pernik.

E                               D       A
Maybe later, I ll know a lot of Bulgarian.
E                               D       A
Maybe later, I ll learn a lot of Bulgarian.

Break
A       G       D       A 2x

A       G       D       A
Az znam malko Bulgarski.

Words and Music by Jim Guittard 2006

Pernik

 

I Am Releasing 2 Albums On Jamendo For Free

Posted in Music by guittard on May 19, 2008

2008 – “Busted In Bulgaria”

2002 – “California Daze”

“Busted In Bulgaria” is a collection of songs that document living in a strange land. During a two year period, the tracks were all recorded in a raw stripped down way on a laptop using Adobe Audition 2.0. The songs range from psychedelic, shoegaze, folk-rock to experimental. The album is full of sound effects to add a creative vibe. Some songs even have the actual sound from students in the Bulgarian school where I have taught English in Pernik. I also sing a handful of songs in the Bulgarian language.

“California Daze” was recorded in Hollywood, California around 2002 by me on my 4-track recorder and later mixed with Adobe Audition 2.0. The songs pay tribute to the birth of the Neo-Psychedelic scene that emerged beginning in 2000 in Silverlake, California with groups such as the Beachwood Sparks, the Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Quarter After, smallstone, the Warlocks, the Tyde, and the Belle Isle.

I play the shaker, drum machine, and sing all lead and background vocals with the help of friend Vladimir Maskov for bass. Brian McKay engineered the recording of the Beach the acoustic version. I also play all lead and rhythm guitars. The song Beach is co-written by myself and Dominic Campanella of the Quarter After.

The “Swing Tune” and “Jazz Tune” are instrumentals I wrote while attending the Musicians Institute from 1999 to 2000. Here I play the lead guitar with session bassist and drummer. On the rhythm guitar is a guy from Brazil named Reginaldo. He was a student with Jim at the school. You can hear the teacher, “Mr. Lupo Groinig” giving a critique after the instrumentals end.

2008 – Busted in Bulgaria

2008 - Busted in Bulgaria

2002 – California Daze

2002 - California Daze

Please download both albums for free:

Jim at Jamendo

Enjoy!

Time Between

Posted in Change, Family, Music, Risk and the Unknown, Society by guittard on May 9, 2008

From my journal on March 21, 2004 Dallas, Texas:

I am out on the balcony of my grandparents 2-story home smoking an Indian Bidis cigarette in the dark sneaking around like I am a child. I am 30 years old with nothing concrete to show.

As I sit and breathe in and out, I feel that familiar sinking, pushing down feeling on me. The fear and anxiety grips me along with the regret of much of my life. The feeling is that I should have spoken up for myself and not pretended that all was fine.

I’ve been in my current living situation for about seven months. I have never wanted to be like everybody else, to live an insignificant life of mediocrity. I just never knew my thing or felt confident enough to express it.

I think back on my college days in Colorado and the years I wasted going through the motions. I remember watching on late night cable “The Lost Weekend” where the actor locks himself up in his apartment to try to shake the booze cravings and to be a writer. Shame and fear or whatever else always kept him down. For me it was the fear of the unknown that got me caught up or the fear of breaking from tradition or the mold.

Fastforward to today 2008.

I guess, enough is enough, right?

Well, I have been in Bulgaria for the past two years with the Peace Corps teaching English at a high school. Not really teaching, mostly supervising. Ha, ha, ha….

Jim - Sofia, Bulgaria

I told you I wanted to do things different. I have been writing songs and posting about my experiences in a foreign culture. It is pretty foreign. I have even written some songs in the Bulgarian language.

Gangster by Jim Guittard

Stachkata by Jim Guittard

Blog title comes from Chris Hillman’s song on The Byrds 1967 Album “Younger Than Yesterday”

Songs Written In Bulgaria

Posted in Music, Society by guittard on January 10, 2008

I was curious to see how many songs I’d written since I arrived to Bulgaria in April 2006.  These are the ones I’ve actually written and recorded, here.  If you like the words, you can download it for free at:
Jim Guittard Free Music
3 Of Clubs

Three of Clubs is a special place                                             A E A
There people dress with fine taste                                           A E A
It stands in L.A. Town.                                                           D A
It has a sign of a clown.                                                          D A
Three Of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

Hip bands pack the place out.                                                A E A 
Inside you can order big stout.                                               A E A
The lighting is a bit dark.                                                        D A
But the club has left its mark.                                                 D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A
SOLO   

Jimi Hey is the regular dj.                                                       A E A
The hipsters listen and stay.                                                    A E A
He may spin the Byrds                                                           D A
Or he may spin something else.                                              D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

The hipsters smoke in the room,                                            A E A
Mill about, wander and wish to bloom.                                  A E A
They talk about peace.                                                          D A
The chaos never does cease.                                                 D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

Step back in time at the 3 of Clubs.                                        A E A
It’s not just a normal pub.                                                       A E A
It’s a meeting place for the hip.                                               D A
To stand with stout and sip.                                                   D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

8A Class

8A is the best class of the day.                                               Dm C G Dm
The kids run around with something to say.                            Dm C G Dm
Alexander always says, “Teacher, Teacher!”                          Dm C G Dm
I say, “You’re a strange creature.”                                          Dm C G Dm

There’s a girl named Marina.                                                  C FMaj
She’s at the front always with Kristina.                                   C FMaj
I say, “Go sit down, now.”                                                     C FMaj
They laugh and ask, “How?”                                                  C FMaj

I say, “Sit down and shut up!”                                                Dm C G Dm
Most people don’t listen up.                                                   Dm C G Dm
It’s a zoo but some people                                                     Dm C G Dm
Do have a clue.                                                                     Dm C G Dm

There’s Iva and Vladislava who do work.                              C FMaj
And there’s Iliana too and Svetlin.                                         C FMaj
It’s a zoo and hard for all.                                                      C FMaj

Every class one asks, “Can I go to the toilet?”                        Dm C G Dm
I say, “Go ahead, make like a jet!”                                         Dm C G Dm
They ask again, “Can I go to the toilet?”                                 Dm C G Dm
I say, “Whatever, I don’t care.”                                              Dm C G Dm

There’s a girl named Diana.                                                    C FMaj
We have the same GSM.                                                       C FMaj
And Mirella who won the school beauty contest.                    C FMaj
And was the best.                                                                  C FMaj

Oh well, it’s sometimes hell.                                                    Dm C G Dm
But that’s so very swell.                                                          Dm C G Dm
It is something to tell.

Babas Sitting On Their Bench

The Babas are sitting on their bench.                                      C FMaj
They’re talking about their life.                                                G C
I pass by and say hi                                                                C FMaj  
To the Babas on their bench.                                                  G

The Babas are drinking their boza.
They always offer me some.
I always say ‘uh, yes.”
To the Babas on their bench.

The Babas are laughing up a storm.
About the days of old.
I watch and listen
To the Babas on their bench.

Bridge

Babas are the cooks of the town.                                            Am Em
They work the fields all day.                                                    Am Em
Listen to them and you’ll never go wrong.                                 Am G

The Babas are canning for winter
So we can eat.
So say thanks
To the Babas sitting on their bench.

The Babas are lighting candles.
For all the town’s people
Hoping for a good future
And a good life for all

Be Real True

In a far off land
I saw some band
They played Rock & Roll
They had soul

I spoke with them
I said, “my name is Jim.”
They said, “you should play here.”
I said, “well, I have some fear.”

It’s been so long
Since I sang a song
God help me along
To be real strong

What else can I do?
But be real true
and follow you
For a better clue

Breaking the Language Barrier

I walk around the town                                                          D A
To see what’s around.                                                            E A
The people sit in cafes                                                            D A
And all I say is “hey”                                                              E A

Then I ride the bus                                                                 D A
To the center for some lunch.                                                 E A
I order some Tzsatza                                                             D A
And some Zagorka beer.                                                       E A

Chorus

Breaking the language barrier is hard.                                     Bm D A E 
Almost as hard as the sound barrier.                                       Bm D A E

I listen to the people talk.                                                        D A
Wish I could respond.                                                            E A
Later I will know more.                                                          D A
Enough to open the door.                                                       E A

Now I’ll take it in.                                                                   D A
That’s the way to begin.                                                          E A
It will be easier                                                                       D A
After awhile.                                                                           E A

Chorus

Breaking the language barrier is hard.                                      Bm D A E
Almost as hard as the sound barrier.                                        Bm D A E

I’ll move around the town.                                                        D A
So that I’ll be found.                                                                 E  A
It’s just a start.                                                                          D A
It’ll be my part.                                                                         E A

Don’t Know Jack

This was a strange day.
A lady came to stay.
She said, “I’ve come to live with you.”
I said, “Who are you?”
She said, “I’m Bertha from Canton.”
I said, “Well, I don’t know you.”

She said, “My son told me to come.  Don’t you know Jack?”
“No m’am I don’t know Jack.”
“You don’t know Jack?”
“No I don’t know Jack.  I don’t know Jack!”

“So I’ll bring in my things.”
“Gosh lady I don’t know you.”
“Jack said it’d be okay.”
“Man, lady I don’t know Jack.  I don’t know Jack.”

Chaos song, chaos song.

Gangster

Az sam gangster.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Imam bakembardi.
Imam nujda ot pricheska.
Oti sto!! Oti sto!

Idvam tuk, otivam tam.
Opitvam mnogo novi nesta.
Ne sam murzel.
Az sam genialen chovek.
Taka li e?

Kakuv e otgovora?
Slushaite me.
Ne sam tupak.
Ne mrazete.
Samo obichaite.

Sprete glupostite.
Jivete sega.
Ne gledaite nazad.
Vurvete napred.
Koi e nai-dobur?

Az sam nai-dobriqt.
Az sam nai-gotiniqt.
Az sam nai-silniqt.
Az sam nai-opasniqt.

Taka li e?
Taka li e?

Az sam gangster.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Imam bakembardi.

In English

I am gangster.
I live for the truth.
I have sideburns.
I need a haircut.
So what!

I come here, I go there.
I try many new things.
I’m not lazy.
I’m a genius person.
Isn’t that so?

What’s the answer?
Listen to me.
I’m not stupid.
Don’t hate.
Only love,

Stop the nonsense.
Live now.
Don’t look back.
Move forward.
Who’s the best?

I am the best.
I am the coolest.
I am the strongest.
I am the most dangerous.

Isn’t that so?
Isn’t that so?

I am a gangster.
I live for the truth.
I live for the truth.
I have sideburns.

Hitting The Lotto

Slam on your brakes.                                                             C
If that’s what it takes.                                                             FMaj
It’s easy if you try.                                                                  C
Ya won’t have ta die or cry.                                                   G

As the person comes,                                                             C
Ya gotta scream out,                                                              FMaj
“I want big sums!”                                                                  C
Then call up the cops.                                                            G         
Chorus

Hitting the Lotto                                                                     Am
That’s my motto.                                                                     Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When ya have the right card.                                                   G

Sit and wait at home.                                                              C
You can’t go on a roam.                                                          FMaj
The check will be big.                                                             C
You’ll eat like a pig.                                                                G
  
What’s the next scam?                                                            C
Something with your fam?                                                       FMaj
Oh yeah, they’ve got dough.                                                   C
That’s where I’ll go.                                                                G

Chorus

Hitting the Lotto.                                                                    Am
That’s my motto.                                                                    Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When I have the right card.                                                     G

Call up your grandma.                                                            C
Get on the list.                                                                        FMaj
For the big Lotto.                                                                   C
They’ve got it all.                                                                    G  

Drive over there.                                                                    C
Say you really care.                                                                FMaj
Wait for the money.                                                                C
Get it and hop like a bunny.                                                     G

Chorus

Hitting the Lotto.                                                                    Am
That’s my motto.                                                                     Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When I have the right card.                                                     G

Do nothing.                                                                             C
Look for the Lotto.                                                                  FMaj
It’s the best.                                                                             C
Not really, it’s a sham, scam.                                                    G

Holla Hoop Girl

There’s this girl I know.
She loves to make the holla hoop go.
She’s bubbly and energetic with the hoop.
Just like little Bettie Boop.

She’s at her best with the ring.
Just as I am when I sing.
We hope always to be our best.
When we face all the rest.

Chorus:

Holla Hoop girl where are you?
Dance for me a few.
Holla Hoop girl where are you?
You are so true.

You hop around to the beat.
With one leg, that’s so neat.
How’d you learn this trick?
I’m glad, this, you did pick.

Keep hopping all the time.
I’ll keep up with the rhyme.
You’re a good good girl.
Rare as a fine pearl.

Chorus:

Holla Hoop girl where are you?
Dance for me a few.
Holla Hoop girl where are you?
You are so true.

I Wanna Go To The Moon

I wanna go to the moon
Away from everyone.
No more stress
or awkwardness.
I wanna go to the moon.

Please take me to the moon. 2x

All these heated fights
All rage in the nights.
Never ceases
Or releases.
I wanna go to the moon.

Please take me to the moon. 2x

All those selfish ways
Keep the path a haze.
Need some sight
Here tonight
I wanna go to the moon.

Kakvo Pravish?

Kakvo pravish?
Nishto.
Toi pravi nishto.
Zasto?
Neh znam. Az chakam.

Kakvo chakish?
Chakam za zakooska.
Toi chaki za zakooska.

Kakvo pravish?
Minogo.
Toi pravi minogo.
Zasto?
Az chakam, legam, cheta, gledam, i govoria.

Kakvo chakish?
Za obayad.
Kakvo ste yadesh?
Dooner ili palachinki.

Kakvo pee-esh?
Pia sok
Toi pieh sok.

Ka’vo?
A ti? A ti?
Nishto!! Nishto!!

Kakvo pravish?
Az igriyah.
Toi igriyi.

Kakvo igriyesh?
Igriyah “Springball.”
Springball e gloopav.
Neh, ti si gloopav.

A ti? A ti?
Ka’vo? Ka’vo?
Nishto!! Nishto!!

Chao!

Here’s the translation:

What are you doing?
Nothing.
He does nothing.
Why?
I don’t know. I wait.

What are you waiting?
I wait for breakfast.
He waits for breakfast.

What are you doing?
A lot.
He does a lot.
Why?
I wait, lie, read, watch and speak.

What are you waiting?
For lunch.
What will you eat?
Wrap or crepe.

What are you drinking?
I drink juice.
He drinks juice.

What?
And You? And You?
Nothing. Nothing.

What are you doing?
I play.
He plays.

What are you playing?
I play “Springball.”
Springball is stupid.
No, you are stupid.

And you? And you?
What? What?
Nothing!! Nothing!!

Bye!

Listen to Your Voice

Revolution is the way.
You sit and do nothing every day.
Rise up from your apathy.
Trust in what you see.

Do what you must.
Throw off the dust.
Take care for the day.
Surely you see the way.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.< P>

You can handle the unknown.
You’re not that alone.
Fight the good fight.
Resist the feelings of fright.

Believe in that which is good.
You will be understood.
Keep your eyes to the sky.
Always give it a try.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.

Today is the day.
Get up, don’t stay.
Do you want change?
This isn’t so strange.

My Nowhere Man

What will I write?
Maybe something light.
But it’s gotta have some bite.
And be very tight.

It’s my “Nowhere Man.”
I’m listening to a fan.
And I’m making some plan
To eat some good flan.

Tell me about yourself!
Are you an elf?
Flying in a stealth?
With good health?

It’s a good day.
That I’ll say.
But it’s not May.
It’s a little gray.

What will I write?
Maybe something light.
But it’s gotta have some bite.
And be very tight.

It’s my “Nowhere Man.”
I’m listening to a fan.
I’m making some plan
To eat some good flan.

To listen to the music, sway
To the beat and sculpt clay.

 

Thinking up lyrics as I go along
Is the best policy
Because I don’t have to think at all
Just rhyming, but I’m not a very good rhymer
Oh, well

Oooh

What will I say?
I think I’ll have my day.
In the way.

Dig that!

Pernik

Az znam malko Bulgarski.
Az iskam da oocha Bulgarski.
Sega az jivaya v Pernik.

Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.
Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.

I know little Bulgarian.
I want to learn Bulgarian.
Now I live in Pernik.

Maybe later, I’ll know a lot of Bulgarian.
Maybe later, I’ll learn a lot of Bulgarian.

Az znam malko Bulgarski.

Rico

Rico’s loudly barking
At the door guarding
Only he knows against what.

Could be another mutt.
Or maybe a rat.
There’s something behind the door.

Only he knows what is there
He’s a cool dog you should trust.

He’s a cool dog.
Sleeps like a log.
In the morning, he’s out to jog.

He’s white like a sheep.
Jumps at every beep.
Even from a deep sleep.

He’s a bit hyper.
Would be a good sniper.
He’s as sly as a viper.

Only he knows what is there
He’s a cool dog you should trust.

Now he’s asleep again.
Dreaming with a grin.
What will he do the next day?

Who knows he’ll do something.

Stachkata

Iskame parite.
Chakame parite.
Vsichko ne e nared.

Nie sme uchiteli.
Nie sme uchiteli.
Dai ni poveche kinti.
Dai ni poveche kinti.

Slushaite ni.
Slushaite ni.
Shte pravim stachkata.
Shte pravim stachkata.

Iskame parite.
Chakame parite.
Vsichko ne e nared.

Nie sme uchiteli.
Nie sme uchiteli.
Die ni poveche kinti.
Die ni poveche kinti.

Slooshite ni.
Slooshite ni.
Shte pravim stochkata.
Shte pravim stochkata.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

Survival Mode

We’ve got to preserve our health.
It is all for ourself.
People are running scared.
Just like they haven’t cared.

Some turn to the booze.
This isn’t what I choose.
Which is the way?
Certainly there’s a new day.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

Arguments and tempers flare.
This I don’t wish to bear.
There’s no point to this.
Better avoid and miss.

We live within our cave.
Wishing only to save.
Our egos cause problems.
With pride we wear our emblems.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

We make shady deals.
so we can eat our meals.
We keep up the front.
In our power hunt.

Have faith in one another.
We’re brother and sister.
Fight through the pain.
We’re all the same.

The Raga Train

Intro                                                                                        D A C G 2X

The Raga train paves the way.                                                  D A C G
For all those lost every day.                                                      D A C G
We do not give in to fads.                                                         D A C G
We make the myths for all the lads.                                           D

 Break                                                                                      D A C G 2X  

The Raga train takes the curve                                                  D A C G
But always careful not to swerve.                                              D A C G 
We go slow and then fast.                                                        D A C G
Always trying to stay on track.                                                 D

 Break                                                                                     D A C G 2X

The Ragas will stand tall.                                                          D A C G
That will be our call.                                                                 D A C G
We’re on mission of truth.                                                         D A C G
We’ve ridden the dark caboose.                                               D
 Break                                                                                     D A C G 2X

Get on the Raga Train if you please.                                         D A C G
There’ll be no one to collect fees.                                             D A C G
Ragas make music of light.                                                       D A C G
It’ll bring you more sight.                                                          D

 Break                                                                                     D A C G 4X

The Raga train paves the way.                                                 D A C G
For all those lost every day.                                                     D A C G
We do not give in to fads.                                                        D A C G
We make the myths for all the lads.                                          D

This Is Random Song

I’m a cool dude.
I’ve never been sued.
I like different food.
I’m not rude.

I like to sit in parks
and hang with the larks.
Listen to dog barks.
Eat with the sharks.

I’m a musical man
Without a big tan.
Eat kachamak
From a pan.

Chorus

This is random song.
I think up the words.
Now

I like olive paste.
It has a good taste.
I don’t waste
Or use in haste.

I live in Europe.
I eat peanut butter cup.
I wish to say, “What’s up?”
Now I can say “Kavo sta?”

So the song’s over.
Look for the four-leaf clover.
And the dog named Rover.

Chorus

It’s a random song.
Think up the words now.
It’s a random song.
Think up now.

Walls of Jericho

Everyone in our school is insane.
And it is such a pain.
For me to take it.
I just want to spit.

The school is a zoo.
So everyone give a big boo.
Then run away and drink a few.
And just be you.

Rest and have fun with the best.
Tomorrow I’m not prepared for the test.
But I’m a smart guy and I’m blessed
To be taught by the best.

Chorus.

I study at Simeon Radev
He was a cool dude, cool dude.

I study at Simeon Radev
He was a cool dude, cool dude.
And I think it’s good to study in such a mood.

Everyone in our school is insane.
And it is such a pain.
For me to take it.
I just want to spit.

So to conclude I’ll say.
Forget the school, be okay, don’t stay, get your pay.

Help by Michael Ivanov

What’s Your Role In Life?

A wild goose chase.
We’re out on the loose.
If I could, I’d confess.
Good and loud, nice and slow.

Why oh why must I lie?
We all act.
That’s a fact.
(Get it right.)

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

What I say, I don’t feel.
What I feel, I don’t show.
What I show isn’t real.

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

I don’t know where to start.
There are scars I could show.
If I opened my heart.

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

Money grubber 15x or so

Are you a money grubber?

 

 

TO THE EDITOR: Bulgarian Teachers

Posted in Bulgaria, Society by guittard on October 26, 2007

The teacher is a human whose work is to teach somebody something. The Bulgarian teacher from the olden times leaves a big mark on teachers nowadays in the way to transmit culture to the students.

Because of those teachers in the olden times, we retain our nation and culture.

Every human passes through the school system and takes from it: knowledge and goodness. Only a teacher knows how much it takes to give the best to the student. Not everyone can be a teacher because even now there are teachers who don’t think about the way that they give information to the student. The teacher wouldn’t make mistakes if he or she knew what he or she was doing.

If a teacher is good with us, we will remember him for a long time. But we won’t remember for long the teacher who is always angry and bad and doesn’t provide much of a good experience. The human who gives all of his self and all that he knows, this is the Bulgarian teacher.

Many students don’t give much energy to learning, so they, too, are a good reason for a teacher to be bad. Nobody thinks about how much the Bulgarian teacher is giving and what he gets for all his work. The students and other people don’t think about what they are given and what they get from the Bulgarian teacher.

They are the people with big hearts and knowledge and little payment.

Why don’t we think about it?

Albert Krumov
11th grade
Simeon Radev School
Pernik

(I helped my student write this to the Sofia Echo about the ongoing Bulgarian teacher strike.)
http://www.sofiaecho.com/article/to-the-editor-bulgarian-teachers/id_25729/catid_27

England Podcast With My Song

Posted in Music by guittard on October 22, 2007

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Cold Citrus Radio Podcast from England included one of my songs. It’s an indie type program. Make sure to listen to the break after the fourth song. There is a reference about Bulgaria.

You can listen here:

Cold Citrus Radio 22

Here’s the track list of show:

16th August 2007
Recorded on a very gloomy August day the music is anything but…

Yeah, Oh Yeah – The Magnetic Fields
Breaking The Language Barrier – Jim Guittard
Wolf Like Me – TV On The Radio
The Complete Love Story – Ambra Red
White Wedding – The Harvey Girls
Your Rocky Spine – Great Lake Swimmers
Government Administrator – Eggs
Hear No Bullshit – Credit To The Nation & Chumbawamba
Unemployed in Summertime – Emiliana Torrini
Time Is Never Wasted – The Belvederes
Comfort Eagle – CAKE
The Dark of the Matinée – Coco Freeman
Calvary – Bossanova
Loop A Loop – The Crimea
Airbag – Doveman

Thanks Shaun.
Cold Citrus