Thursday, November 28, 2019

The Butcher's 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.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

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.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

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.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Backwards Song About Craziness



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.