It's Too Late

TOOLATE1
This is the last song I recorded in 2019 - I mean, I recorded it just now. Later in the week, we'll get back to the usual school-album programming.

OHMYG0D1

I did a remix because some o' the vocals were disproportionately loud, relative to the rest.


The lyrics are:
They're not going backwards, oh my God.

It's too late.

I have ears that don't stop ringing
My mind is broken but I can't stop singing
I'm blind and stupid but I'm learning
The world is turning but I/it can't/won't stop burning

Wish I could go backwards, backwards
Why fish die in a password, password
Wonder if God comes to take me
Under His thumb, wake me, wake me

Backwards Song About Water

BACWATER
This song reminds me of guys who feel all uplifty, running around under a rainbow.

What Are Those Teachers Talking About?

What are those teachers talking about
In this song, the students overhear discourse from the teachers, who are talking about all kinds of weird, random stuff, like nests and things. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The descending scale part is the angels singing about being weirded out about messing up the teachers' minds

Weird what are those teachers talking about mix 2
Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

What do you do if you let your nest in? What do you do if you let your nest in?

What are those teachers talking about? What are those teachers talking about? (2x)

I’m feeling bored inside of this room … with teachers floored underneath their own doom

My friend, he said do you want to skip class? They will not notice if we don’t have a pass

 What are those teachers talking about? What are those teachers talking about? (2x)

We messed them up, oh shit man; see, it’s too late to fix them

I’m sitting here and I’m bored, looking toward

The shitty fear that is stored in minds unmoored

The teachers minds are getting sore

It is the closing of a door

Why do they … look that way … … like they just saw a ghost yesterday

What is this…thing they say … … that they must mind their post this new way

Me and my friend, we decided to ditch; bleak is the color inside of their pitch

They’re in the dark and they have no control; their brains they got stuck and they can’t find their role

What are those teachers talking about? What are those teachers talking about? (2x)

We messed them up, oh shit man; see, it’s too late to fix them

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song About Talking

BACKTALK (2)
I keep on drawing pictures of angels flying up for these backwards songs. They keep on sounding like that to me.

Let's Stay

Let's Stay
I originally published this song back in July because I was afraid I was gonna get hit by a bus before I got a chance to put it up. This is where it goes in the actual album. In this song, the teachers have gone crazy, and while they're off being crazy, the students have an opportunity to escape. Y'know, they can escape now because the teachers are off being preoccupied with craziness and won't see them escaping (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The girl's friend asks her if she wants to run away, and she sez no. She wants to wait till graduation day.

BLETSTAY
Because I already posted the forwards version of the song, I'm posting the backwards version the very same week, so you'll have new material to listen to.

Weird lets stay
Here's the backwards version of the song if you turn it around.

The lyrics are:

I have ears that don’t stop ringing

My mind is broken but I can’t stop singing

I’m blind and stupid, but I’m learning

The world is turning but it won’t stop burning

He said do you want to wait / for graduation day?

We can run away / I said no let’s stay

Now that the teachers minds are

crazy but they have gotten kind

I want to sing but I find

 This is the half of the thing that is time

It is just a break and should we get away?

Higher are the stakes if we decide to stay

Should we wait for graduation day?

Could our fate be a flagellation way?

My mind is stupid and it’s singing

I don’t know why my ears have not stopped ringing

Maybe I’m stupid but I’m learning

The world is turning, but it won’t stop burning

I got a good break but my mind is still broken /

Thrown in a big lake and the teachers have spoken

Hydro….planing….my mind’s….raining

And I’m….praying….that I won’t get drowned

My friend’s….stating….there’s no….waiting

If we’re staying we might end up in the lost and found

It is okay to wait for graduation day

we will just pray that it will be a healthy stay

It is okay to wait until the month of May

And on that day, the walk will take our cares away

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

The Butcher's Gonna Die

The butchers gonna die

This song continues the theme of the teachers having nature brains and, consequently, a mountain talking to them (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project). Like most of the songs on this album, I got the hook from a dream. At first, I thought, what does a baker saying a butcher's gonna die have to do with an album about a fucked up school?

But, then, I realized the teachers are in touch with nature, and nature is sayin' to them the human race is gonna die. See, the human race is butchering the planet, and as a result of butchering their own planet, they're gonna die. In other words, "the butcher" is synonymous with humanity. "The baker" is the one sayin' it because the word, "baker" was a double meaning in the sense that a baker could be a person who makes bread, or someone who gets baked. I think baked people are more in touch with nature than non-baked people. As a result of getting baked and hearing nature, baked people are likely to get the message, from nature, of humanity's impending doom. In this song, the teachers are gettin' that same message cuz they have nature brains.

Coincidentally, I recorded this song on the weekend of the big earthquakes here in LA. Those earthquakes could be interpreted as the earth sayin' how mad she is at us humans. But I suppose an earthquake could be subject to other interpretations, as well.

Weird the butchers gonna die
This is last week's song, if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

There’s a mountain singing / Makes them want to cry

Stung with voices ringing / The butcher’s gonna die

They got dumb, their minds are smoky

Looks like they all took a tokey

They are dumb and they got crazy

Under  thumbs of things so lazy

Maybe the angels are driving this old car/ It won’t go far, stuck in some tar

Teachers are creatures that don’t have a pass /Missing some class/ They’re out of gas

How did they go nuts as almonds in a butt?

Now their minds are ruts and songs are getting stuck

They’re singing backwards in things that make them sin

You see the din? Looney’s the bin

Listening to nature / And their brains got fried

So sayeth the baker / the butcher’s gonna die

They got dumb, their minds are smoky

Looks like they all took a tokey

They are dumb and they got crazy

Under  thumbs of things so lazy

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song With a Butcher In It

BACBUTCH
This backwards song had that '80's music inspirational vibe to it, so that's where the picture came from. Next week, you'll find out that it's the backwards version of a song with a butcher in it.

Crazy Teachers

CRAZTCHR
In this song, the teachers have gone crazy and are admitting to themselves that a mountain is singing to them. They rant a bunch, those crazy teachers, and the raps are their ranting. I guess I probably shouldn't use the term "crazy," because you're not supposed to use that term when you're a therapist. I dunno, man. I mean, I know I shouldn't use it, but in reality, those teachers are crazy, and mad, too. They're not psychotic in the usual sense. They're just plain mad.

Weird crazy teachers
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Wait, butter’s on the ceiling, fate is a stronger feeling,

and we got so sad, nature’s getting mad

Hate is a hunger feeling, late is a longer dealing,

and it’s getting bad, nature has a dad

He’s getting in rowdy feelings in the din

She’s getting thin, cloudy dealings in the sin

It is the end of all time, it’s here

Keep my old friends near

They said that there is a mountain singing

In the night time it gets really loud

And the teachers said their souls are stinging

Underneath the shadow of a cloud

Did they all go crazy, and their thoughts are hazy, I don’t know what’s going on

And their minds are lazy, pushing up some daisys, bringing in the singing dawn

They say that they hear the birds are talking

In the knocking that is in their chest

And that time is ever present stalking

Come to steal those pigeons from their nest

Did they all go crazy, and their thoughts are hazy, I don’t know what’s going on

And their minds are lazy, pushing up some daisies, bringing in the singing dawn

Suck on my motherfucking buck, it’s as sucking lucking

duck inside a bay, Nature’s gone away

Muck in the sucker fucker stuck, it’s a badder lucker

Duck that is LA, nature’s gone stray

We are the bad teachers in the mess

Making the sad creatures in distress

It is the end of all time, it’s here

Keep my old friends near

They said that there is a mountain singing

In the night time it gets really loud

And the teachers said their souls are stinging

Underneath the shadow of a cloud

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song About Craziness

BACCRAZY

Here's the backwards version of next week's song. Listening to it, I couldn't decide if it reminded me of old guys ambling down a path, or a really old chair. So, I put both in the picture.

Why Is There A Sword?

Sword mix 4
This song continues the theme of the angels protecting the girl from the teachers (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The angels decided to wield swords because they wanna be prepared to defend the girl in case the teachers turn into mean jerks again. They also figure the swords will be handy for cutting any energy cords that are still connecting the girl to the mean teachers. Yeah, if you've ever run across someone with bad energy, it can be good to take a look and see if there're any energy cords connecting you to them because you can be a thousand miles away but have them still influence you. That's why it's also handy to have guardian angels with swords.

And the girl, well, she thinks she's gone crazy cuz at this point, because she actually sees the angels with the swords. Like, she thinks she's hallucinating or something.

Weird why is there a sword
Here's last week's song, if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

It got hairy and scary for her and she thinks that she is unglued (with bad luck)

And the ferry that carries the turd is to teach us yesterday’s mood (oh, God, fuck)

We’re the angels and we think that it would be fine

To poke and stoke the teachers when we see that they are unkind

And we’re ready, yes, indeed, to tear down the walls

That make the students bleed inside the prison that is these halls

Was it in my eye? My mind is hazy/ Then I start to cry / did I go crazy?

I was looking toward / I had a vision / angels with some swords / they’re on a mission

Why is there a sword? Why is there a sword?

They say it’s a sword / it’s good for scoring / all those stupid cords / that make minds boring

They say they will cut / away the badness / makes my mind a rut / that’s filled with sadness

Why is there a sword? Why is there a sword?

It is the biggest stupid-dumb mess / why did they make the girl wear a dress?

It is much better when she has jeans / but they won’t let her, the teachers are mean

We will fight the teachers now and cut all those cords

and then we’ll drive our rusty beaters down to drop off our swords

And we’re ready, yes, indeed, to tear down the walls

That make the students bleed inside the prison that is these halls

They said it’s alright/ cuz they will help me/ sing into the night / and watch all Hell freeze

They say you’ll be fine/ we’re here to save you/ in the nick of time/ from those that hate you

Why is there a sword? Why is there a sword?

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song With A Sword In It

BACSW0RD
This song is the backwards version of a song with a sword in it. Listening to it, it sounds to me like a song revolutionary guys might sing while they're marching. So, I drew a picture of revolutionary-looking dudes marching with a revolutionary-looking flag. I bunched them all close together accidentally, so their marching-ness ain't as free-looking as I wanted it to be. Instead of bein' flamboyant-looking marching guys, they're more like reserved, clustered-together revolutionary looking guys.

Darkest Day

DARKESTDAY

In this song, the teachers have all gone crazy, and that gives the girl a break from their constant oppression. (See below, if you're unfamiliar with this series of songs). You'd think that'd be positive, in the sense that she should be able to get back to normal, now that they're off her back.

But instead, she gets really depressed. She gets so depressed that she feels like this is the darkest day she has ever experienced and can possibly experience, the nadir of her existence. As such, she seizes upon the metaphor of a dark day in American history, the day Walter Cronkite tearfully announces JFK's death. It's like, this is the lowest of the low. The pit of awfulness.

See, here's what I think she's experiencing. When soldiers are out on the battlefield, they endure horrors upon horrors, but they keep their shit together because of necessity. If they fall apart and succumb to PTSD out there, then they're probably dead meat. As such, it's not till they get home and are in the safety of their own homes that they fall apart and get all PTSD-ish. That's basically what happens to the girl in this song. She's in survival mode while the teachers are being all mean and oppressive, and once she gets a break from their oppression, she falls apart and gets real bad depression. Yesiree.

This is last week's song if you play it backwards.
Weird darkest day

The lyrics are:

In the darkest day I see:

Walter Cronkite is crying / and the president’s dying

And I don’t feel like trying / when the planet is frying

In the darkest day I see:

That the angels are with me / but I can’t feel their mercy

And I can’t hear them singing / cuz my ears started ringing

Bastard fuck-land / backwards stuck-sand

Poop-shit raining / stupid staining

In the darkest day I see:

In the song singing nowhere / it’s the long stinging don’t-care

And the days are repeating / makes my brain start receding

In the darkest day I see:

Everything got unraveled / in the time that got traveled

I got split down the middle / as I cry on my fiddle

It has gotten really intense

And the teachers’ minds have got bent

What the fuck is happening here?

They got stuck in minds that aren’t clear

And the girl is never complaining

But the swirl of tears are raining

She got stuck inside her sad

Timeless muck it got real bad

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song About Darkness

BACKDARK

This backwards song sounded sacred to me, the way others do, but in a more blue-grassy/celtic-y way. I could be totally off, though, in classifying it as those genres because I suck at classifying genres. But anyway, I drew guys playing bluegrass music. The one on the left is playing a banjo and the one on the right is playing a bass fiddle (in case it's hard to tell because of my limited drawing abilities).

No Longer Boring

NOBORING

This is a song about how after the guardian angels give the teachers nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts communicating with them. Having a mountain communicate with those teachers was too much for their psyches to take, apparently. It was, like, so much of a numinous experience, that it overwhelmed their psyches and they descended into madness. See below if you're unfamiliar with this project.

Actually, I got that idear from an article I read years ago about a teenager who'd come down with a bad case of schizophrenia. He was treatment-resistant in all kinds of ways, and his life was descending into deeper and deeper levels of Hell. His forward-thinking parents decided to send him to an African village to hang out with the shaman there. The shaman had the insight that a mountain was trying to communicate with the kid, and that's what was making him descend into psychosis. Then, somehow the kid got better. I'm not sure exactly what all the shaman did, but maybe he got better because he had the insight about the mountain provided to him. I'm not all the way sure.

Anyway, this is the first song I recorded after I started watching Cole Mize's videos on how to be a better rapper. I highly recommend checking out his web site, if you're interested in developing your rapping skills. Here's a link:  https://colemizestudios.com/cole-mize/

Weird no longer boring

 This is last week's song, if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

In the doors of perception

Their minds got clear reception

They’re no longer boring

But they have lost their mooring

There’s a mountain that’s speaking to teachers of distress

And it’s leaking all the features of things they will confess

Losing all their minds to nature and its kind

Confusing they can’t find the pay-dirt that is time

We’re the angels and we think that we have fucked up

Now their brains have magic overflowing their cup

And the teachers got mud and madness in their brains

Now the creatures got floods of sadness in their pain

And we thought that it could be very good idea

To give them all a nature brain but, fuck, oh, Mama Mia

The cuckoo’s nest they fly above is getting unkempt

It’s not the best they try to love a hundred percent

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.

Backwards Song About Something Not Being Boring

BNOBORNG

This backwards song came out kind of dumb, but I like the fast talking of it.

You Catch Your Plank Above

PLANKABV

In this song, the girl is really depressed, and there's all this depressing imagery and stuff. She's in a bad way. She's in so much of a bad way, that the angels are really concerned about her and realize they gotta move fast if they want her to retain any teeny tiny fragment of mental well-being. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project).

When I got the hook of this song from a dream, the lyrics didn't make sense to me at first; but, then, I realized, oh, wait, these lyrics are about what it would be like to be on fire (or to be an actual fire) and accidentally catch an upper floor of a building on fire.

See, when the dream-song came to me, I'd just watched a show where a house burns down in it. Like, in this song, the girl is so depressed that she feels like a fire catching everything on fire. And she sees holes as being everywhere, including inside herself.

Actually, that hole-thing, that applies to a lot of us in this day and age. I think most of us are empty, full of holes, with nothing to fill them in. That's because our world is really fucked up, and as such, it fills us with holes.

Weird plank above
Here's last week's song, if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Oh, fuck, I don’t know what to think of

You catch your plank above

All the things that sting the silent doves

You catch your plank above

Everything is inside of the hole that opened up in there

It’s everywhere, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere

And I do not know that thing called love

You catch your plank above

Does it sing on wings of silent doves

You catch your plank above

Everything is inside of the hole that opened up in there

It’s everywhere, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere, it’s everywhere

And I think we have some cause for concern

We’d better go and find her now before she gets burned

She is beginning to sound like she is depressed

Sitting in the middle of a steaming screaming mess

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.

Backwards Song With a Plank in the Forwards Version of It

BACPLANK
Here's the backwards version of next week's song. It's another one of those sacred-sounding, liturgical-sounding backwards songs, so I put the 2 angels on top of a church to illustrate the extra-special sacred-liturgical soundingness of the song.

Next week, you'll get to find out there's a plank, or something at least plank-like in the forwards version of it.

I'm Always Messing Up Again

MESSNGUP

This song is about the girl berating herself for messing up on things. She got a bad grade on a test. The angels, who are the low, grandpa voices in the song, are wishing they could communicate with her so they could reassure her and tell her she's alright. (See below if you're new to this project).

Weird messing up

This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

It makes me sad again/ I’m always messing again

I did bad on the test again / I’m always messing up again

We wish we could tell her that it will be alright

Singing songs of darkness in the middle of the night

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.

Backwards Song about Messing Something Or Other

BMESSING

This song sounded like a rainstorm to me, but it also sounded like sun-getting-in-your-eyes; and because of that, I didn't know what colors to make the picture. So the panel on the left is regular rainstorm colors, and the panel on the right is sun-getting-in-your-eyes colors.

I've Got A Fever of a Hundred and One

FEVER101

The day I recorded this song, I was all sick. I really wanted to record a song, but my voice sounded shitty, on account of my being sick.  So, I decided to take advantage of that fact and make the shitty-ness of my voice into art by making the song be about a sick person. So, in this song, the girl in the fucked up school has a fever of 101, and although she wants to just stay in bed, she knows she'll get in trouble if she doesn't go to class. So she ends up going go class. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project).

On that day, my temperature was actually 99, but 101 sounded cooler than 99.

Weird fever of 101

 This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

I’ve got a fever of a hundred and one

But if I miss this class, my life will not be fun

The teacher said / you don’t have a pass / to stay in bed / and miss this class

I’ve got a fever and it makes me feel like ass

If I don’t  go to school I may not pass my class

I cannot fail

I’d be deader than a nail

Ticking down to midnight and I’m kicking all the pails

Styx-ing in the river and it’s off to sea I sail

And I’m sicker than a dog incurring vet bills

This virus that’s inside us, no, it don’t respond to pet pills

I got this kennel cough don’t scoff, it’s very, very bad

And the teachers say to laugh it off, but it just makes me sad

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.

Backwards Song With Loving Biscuits In It

BACFEVER

This song has the words, "loving biscuits" in it. It also has "swine" in it. I drew two guys considering making loving biscuits because I forgot how to draw a pig. Next week, you'll hear that the forwards version of this song has a fever in it. That's why there's coughing in the beginning of this here tune. Cuz it is indicative of one having a fever. That, and I coughed in real life and decided to roll with it.

I Don't Know, I Can't See, I Can't Figure Out What's Wrong With Me

IDONTKNO
In this song, while the angels are fixin' to intervene on behalf of the girl, she starts to question her own mental stability. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project). See, the teachers have been so brainwashy-abusive toward the students for so long, that the mental health of the students has been negatively impacted. But, on top of that, abusers often tell their victims that they're mentally unstable in order to control them.  So, in this case, it's a double whammy: The girl is questioning her mental health because she's been brainwashed into thinking she's mentally unstable, and the environment has made her mentally unstable for reals.

It's like a mirror in a mirror making an infinite regress of mirrors. A person has been made mentally unstable by being told she's mentally unstable, and because she buys into the messages coming from the people who say she's mentally unstable, it makes her even more mentally unstable than she would be if she wasn't getting told she was mentally unstable.

Weird i dont know

This is last week's song, if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

I don’t know, I can’t see, I can’t figure out what's wrong with me

I don't know, I can't see, I can't figure what is wrong with me.

It makes me get all sad and cry, and I don’t have a clue

And then I think that I should die, and there’s nothing else to do

I don’t know, I can’t see, I can’t figure what is wrong with me

…That is the true truth of it, my mind is feeling wrong

In the day that nightmares lit, the teachers lies are strong

I cannot tell if that’s my brain or if the teachers have made me get dumb

I think that maybe I’ve been trained and if they call me there I always will come

I’m as bendy as a palm tree in a bad blizzard in the middle of the night

And I wonder how this can be and if the angels can make it alright

I am all stupid and I cannot find a trace

Of the thing I used to be and it’s a fact I cannot face

And then I wonder what’s the thing I have become

I think my learning’s turning backwards and it’s making me get dumb

I don’t know, I can’t see, I can’t figure what is wrong with me

Oh yeah, I had a brain-fart...when I wrote the weird poetry/spoken-word/rap-for-beginners-section, I said "bendy as a palm tree in a bad blizzard." When I came up with that lyric, I was envisioning a hurricane. It wasn't till after the song got all recorded, I was all, "doh! I used the wrong storm-word!"

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. The angels at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty teachers and start to plot against them. But then they realize they don’t want to actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers’ brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.