Help Her Out

Help her out mix 3

The girl is still in a state of freak-out, and it's getting worse. I mean, her emotional state is getting progressively worse. (See below, if you're unfamiliar with this project.) The angels are also in a freak-out because of her freak-out. They realize that they gotta redouble their efforts to help her out, and, as such, they decide that they gotta find her a job. The high, soprano voice is the girl, and the grandpa voices are the guardian angels.

Here's last week'song if you play it backwards:

Weird help her out

The lyrics are:

My mind is feeling scared/ but part of me don’t care

She’s emancipated, but, well / we anticipate her hell

When you take the arrow out, / there’s a hole, oh fuck, we shout

I’m empty, filled with fear/ time sends me wilted beer

This went down not very well / and we frown cuz she’s in hell

She will find this crazy world / is unkind to spacy girls

Messy room in her mind, it is feeling…like

Summer time, it is a crime….no job to go to

Stressing, due to the time, she is reeling…cuz

Not a job that she can find…it’s a problem, oh poop

We will help the girl…we will do it

Navigate the world…it is stupid

She will not be lost…we will

Find a real nice boss that’s the deal

I can’t find my home address / and my mind’s a broken mess

Yes, we gotta help her out / cuz she’s stuck inside a rout

We will find the girl a job, um / and this world won’t be a problem

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. As graduation approaches, the girl and her friend get more and more nervous about not having a job afterwards, so they turn to beer to help them cope with their anxiety.