Three Friends

Three Friends

This is the next song in the possession album. The fire god hears three of his friends calling him back to the sun. He starts to fly up there, yesiree.

The lyrics are:

I feel real hesitant to fly away from here, from my friends, who drink beer

They are my human friends; and I love them a lot, and they like to smoke pot

And there are 3 of my friends calling me to go back up to the sun
I hear those 3 friends; they are calling, “come on back up cuz we miss you a ton

I'm happy and I'm sad, at the same time and I am trying not to cry
And mainly I feel bad to leave the girl behind when I go to the sky

And there are 3 of my friends calling me to go back up to the sun
I hear those 3 friends; they are calling, “come on back up cuz we miss you a ton

There's room in my big heart / For humans, and I'll start
To get sad, but in the end / I'll be glad to see my friends
Here I go up to the sun, and here I go
And I know that everyone will start to glow
In the sense of being happy to see me
And my friends' love is as big as a galaxy
I'm trying not to cry / As I fly to the sky
I'm blue and flying high / To my crew and I will cry:
"Here I go up to the sun and here I go"

But when these humans die, I'll see them in the sky; their spirits will fly high
So I'll try not to cry, and I'm starting to fly, up to the fiery sky

And there are 3 of my friends calling me to go back up to the sun
I hear those 3 friends; they are calling, “come on back up cuz we miss you a ton

2021

 

2021

 For the past couple years, I've had this tradition-thingy, where I do a reprise of one of my favorite songs on New Year's Eve. This one is a reprise of the possession album song from July 23, 2021. This was a significant year cuz it's the first year where I wrote over a hundred songs. That's what this song's about. I'm always a little sad when the calendar flips over to the new year, if the old year was a good one. This year was one of those good ones, when it comes to the music stuff that happened in it, for sure. Yesiree. So, I decided to pay tribute to 2021 with this here song.

The lyrics are:

I am gonna miss you when it is another year
I wish I could kiss you, and I know I'll shed a tear

It's a hundred songs, and even more came out of me
In this special year, wow, that's a lot, I plainly see

Twenty twenty one is when I wrote the mostest songs
Wow, son of a gun! Me and this year, we got along

When the calendar switches over, I'll be sad
So I'll say to Twenty Twenty One: “You made me glad!”

Twenty twenty one, man, son-of-a-gun; this year did me proud
When all's said and done, we had so much fun; and I'll sing it loud
It is the last day, so it's time to say: “Twenty twenty one...”
“Helped me find my way, to these songs I play, I'll miss you a ton!”

He Should Have Still Gone To Me - It May Take 100 Years

He Should Still Have Gone To Me

The hook of this song came to me in a dream - words and everything. It's another one of those cryptic dream songs, yesiree, where you have to figure out what it's about. A man running from the Bear Queen seems like a fine and dandy thing for this song to be about.

The lyrics are:

He should have still gone to me; it may take a hundred years

He could have just gone over to me but
He wanted to swim in the purple sea, but
I had some rainbows that I could offer
But I could tell from his very posture
That he had stubbornness inside of him
He was so cock-sure and he was toughened
By his stupid life experiences
Between him and people, he built fences

He should have still gone to me; it may take a hundred years

I am the bear queen, and I have power
I make the rainstorms that grow the flowers
And he was scared of that kind of magic
Inside the glare of light that's fantastic
Painting the sky with rainbows and music
He got so freaked he thought he would lose it
So he ran away to the purple sea
But there are some days he still thinks of me

He should have still gone to me; it may take a hundred years

What Are You Doing, You Butthole/

What Are You Doing You Butthole

 This is a song about a person coming over and breaking all my stuff. It's not a true story. But it's based on a thing from my childhood. There were these friends of the family who would come over and my parents would make me and my brother hide all our toys in our closets because the kids in that family had a habit of breaking every toy in sight.

The lyrics are:

What are you doing, you butthole?

Messing around, messing around
Messing around with my stuff

What are you doing, you butthole?

I do not want, I do not want
I do not want you to break my stuff

That time you came over to my place
I had to find a good hiding space
I hid my toys, I hid them away
Because, oh boy, yes, you like to play
Really rough, and I say, it's an imposition
All my stuff, you will break, cuz you never listen
When I say, “this was expensive – be careful,” well,
You break it, anyway because you are from Hell

What are you doing, you butthole?

When you come over, over to my house...
I have to hide my toys away

Simple, Ordinary Guys

Simple Ordinary Guys

This is the next song in the possession album - it involves the theme of simple ordinary people being confronted with the numinous.

 The lyrics are:

We'll tell you this, and it's no lie
We are just ordinary guys

We are simple ordinary guys

Our whole view of the world has changed
And our brains now feel rearranged

We are simple ordinary guys

We like to drink beer and some whiskey
Listening to country music songs
It might make us tear, with eyes, misty
And we always like to sing along

And we used to think we had the world all figured out

Now we do plainly see what the world is all about

Or, I guess, we should say, we know part of what is there

In the bright, sunny day, there's a fire god and some bears

Are you aware that there's bears and a fire god there?

And we all stare at the glare of the fiery stair

That he will ascend when he goes back up to the sun

And, in the end, we all know we'll miss him a ton

And we're trying to gather our thoughts
As we look up at this fire god

We are simple ordinary guys

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you need it:

It's Another Covid Christmas

It's Another Covid Christmas

 This song is about how a year has past since last Christmas, and we're still in Covid-Land. It's also about how tonight, Christmas Eve Eve, feels like a regular night - probably cuz it's another Covid Christmas. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:

It's the night before the night before Christmas
But it feels like just a regular night – what is this?

And Christmas Eve Eve doesn't feel that Christmas-y
No, Christmas Eve Eve doesn't feel that Christmas-y

It's another COVID Christmas, and it feels like last year
It's another COVID Christmas, but I'll try to find some holiday cheer

It's another COVID Christmas, so I'll get my booster shot
In the hopes that I will not miss this holiday I like a lot

I got everybody COVID testing kits for Christmas
And I hope they like their COVID testing kits this Christmas

And Christmas Eve Eve doesn't feel that Christmas-y
No, Christmas Eve Eve doesn't feel that Christmas-y

It's another COVID Christmas, and I hope I don't get sick
It's another COVID Christmas; now, there is a big up-tick

In cases and my hypochondriacal tendencies will
Do a number on me so I'll have to take a chill pill

We all hoped that Covid would be gone by now

But, nope! Now there is Omicron

And Does that mean our holidays will suck?

It's a bad scene: If Covid stays, we're fucked

I got everybody COVID testing kits for Christmas
And I hope they like their COVID testing kits this Christmas

 

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top isn't your cup o' tea:

Demo - Dream in Purple

 

Purple Demo 2

Here’s a demo of a song I wrote a long time ago. I’m plannin’ on making a more polished version soon. Oh yeah, and for those of you who prefer the other MP3 player, stay tuned for me to insert it here and in the previous post. My internet is crap this week, so I cain’t upload it onto the other player thingy site!!!!

Post-Script: My internet started working again, so now you have 2 players to choose from!

Dancing Away From Paul

 

Here's another song about my dumb, abusive ex-boyfriend. You're probably tired of hearing about him cuz there've been so many songs about him. But you'll probably be hearin' less about him soon cuz I'm almost done writing the graphic novel about him, so he'll be less on my mind. Poopity poop.

Now I'm In Human Form

Now I'm In Human Form (Circle Reprise)

 Here's the next song in the possession album. The girl, as she looks at her fire god friend in the sky, realizes that she's back to being a boring old human (or a boring old all-the-way-human) now that the fire god is not inside her. It's a reprise of the song "Nobody Else Made a Circle for Me" that I did back in August of 2020.

The lyrics are:

When I was a goddess, I lived in the circle of the sun and it was magic
Now, I am a girl, and this is my world, and I can say it's less than fantastic

Now I'm in human form, now I'm in human form
In human form, in human form, now I'm in human form

And now I can see my friend in the sky with my very eyeballs, I can see him
I burn with desire; I once was a fire; and now I am feeling ever so dim

Now I'm in human form, now I'm in human form
In human form, in human form, now I'm in human form

When I began on this journey of weirdness
My only worries were do I have beer? Yes,
Now, going back to my old life, it seems so sad
However my friends might make it not feel so bad
Seeing my friend, the fire god, it makes me
Go down memory lane, with thoughts that take me
To the circle of the sun, where I had
Lots of mischievous fun as a bad ass

Now I'm in human form, now I'm in human form
In human form, in human form, now I'm in human form
In human form, in human form, now I'm in human form

Nobody else made a circle for me, a circle a circle circle circle

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top doesn't work when you try to play it:

There Were Angels Out Tonight

Angels Out Tonight

 Here's my Christmas song for this year. It's go a long story behind it - maybe the song, itself tells it well enough, but I'll talk about it, anyway.

This song is a true story: a few weeks ago, me and a friend o' mine were in a pickle. The front end of her car got stuck on one of those curbstone parking place thingies. Long story short, we went to various places, looking to see if anyone had any solutions, and everyone was so nice. I mean, like, way super nice. It's like this little town in the valley was full of all these angels in human form. Everyone tried to help us out. 

Then these two women who knew a thing or two saw us messing around with the car, and one of them knew what to do! Those women got us out of our bind. They were angels. We wanted to buy them a drink at Starbucks, but they said something like pay it forward. 

This song came to me in a dream, and I decided to make it a Christmas song. Y'know, all these people we ran into, especially these 2 women, had angel-y goodness. Angels are very Christmas-y, so there you go.

My voice sounds like poop tonight, but maybe that's okay because I was trying to go for the sound of a bunch of people in a church singing badly.

The lyrics are:

My friend's car got stuck on a curb-stone and we went from place to place
To get some help, that's when we noticed everyone had a smiling face
Everyone we ran into was so sublime, it blew my mind
And they made me think of angels that you see at Christmas time

Me and my friend got into a bad pickle
We prayed that someone would help us a little
Our car got stuck, what bad luck, will somebody
Help us and these women told us we know what you need

There were angels out tonight, there were angels out tonight
They were such such gentle souls

They helped us get the car unstuck so we could go home
Were those women angels in human form? Maybe so

There were angels out tonight, there were angels out tonight
They were such such gentle souls

When we got stuck, we went to some places / And everyone we talked to had grace, yes
Everyone had oodles of kindness / Honestly it blew my mind, yes
How could everyone be so darn gentle? / It blew my mind and made me feel mental
Did I hallucinate this kindness? / I'll say it again – it blew my mind, yes
I do not think it's a coincidence / That this all happened close to Christmas
That we ran into all these angels / In human form, they were the same as those
Angels we heard on high that first Christmas / It felt like Heaven came down and kissed us
When in the parking lot of Starbucks / Those women helped us get unstuck

I'm mystified by the heavenly sight
Of angels who walk on earth in the night

There were angels out tonight, there were angels out tonight
They were such such gentle souls

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you want to use it instead of the other one:

Here's, yet, another alternative player thingy cuz I remixed this here song - the rap at the beginning was too quiet in the other mix, and there was one part that had distorto vocals in it.

O That Fire God

 

O That Fire God

 Here's the next song in the possession album; Father O'Malley sees the fire god there, up in the sky and he realizes that, yes, indeed, there are other gods in addition to God Almighty. But he's okay with that cuz he's an open-minded sort of guy.

The lyrics are:

When I see him up in the sky, he looks so lovely
Even though my religion sez there's just one god
Now that I have seen and talked to that old fire god
I can tell you now I've learned an awful lot

O, that fire god is burning in the sky of blue
And now I am learning his existence is true

As a priest, you know that I am all religious
But, as you can tell, I have an open mind
When I saw that fire god, everything got different
But, in fact, I can say that I feel just fine

O, that fire god is burning in the sky of blue
And now I am learning his existence is true

I am Father O'Malley, and I am a pal
And I can tell you this god who was in this gal
Is a shiny bright beacon in the summer sky
And to look at him makes me feel like I am high
I am Father O'Malley, and I am a priest
Looking where the sun rises, up and to the east
And I can tell you, in the very least
That the fire god is giving my eyeballs a feast

O, that fire god is burning in the sky of blue
And, now I am learning his existence is true

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you need it:

Poison Rain

Poison Rain

I had a dream on Tuesday morning about this rainstorm that had dense, tightly clustered teeny tiny drops. Me and some other people were getting soaked, and someone came up to us and told us that the rain was poisonous. That's what this song is about.

The lyrics are:

Last night I had a dream about the rain
It sounded bad, this thing I will explain

Poison rain, coming down, poison rain, coming down

The people I was hanging out with
Said that you will die, if you take a sip

Poison rain, coming down, poison rain, coming down

Poison rain, coming down, poison rain, coming down

In the dream I had the night before last, I was hanging outside in the rain
With some people and someone came up to us, and he began to explain...
He was sopped from drops that had plopped on his head, and I'll tell you what he said
He said rain drops are not soda pop, and he said, if you drink the rain, you're dead
And apparently, this was some industrially polluted poison rain
And now I know if somebody were to offer it to me, I would now refrain from
Drinking the rain, drinking the rain, drinking the poisonous, poopy bad rain
I will refrain from drinking the rain, because if you drink it you'll go down the drain

Poison rain, coming down, poison rain coming down

This Is What He Looks Like

This Is What He Looks Like

 This is the next song in the possession album; Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley are awestruck by the fire god, now that they can see what he looks like. They're equally concerned for their friend, because not having him inside her anymore must be depressing.

The lyrics are:

He's outside of her, and we see him
Now we know for sure he is not dim
Beautiful we'd say, if you'd ask us
He is not so grey - he makes star dust

This is what he looks like; and we are amazed
He is burning so bright; an iridescent fiery blaze

We're her friends and we are concerned
Cuz she now no longer can burn
She might have problems adjusting
To reality - it's a tough thing

This is what he looks like; and we are amazed

He is burning so bright; an incandescent fiery blaze

We see him in front of us, and he is amazing
And when we're done discussing her, we're afraid
We won't find a solution to make her feel
Fine even without him, and our concern is real
Her mental health might suffer now
To make her feel less bad – we don't know how
What do we do about our friend? It might be really hard
She may be blue – it is the end of her being a star

We hope she won't get real depressed
But it's a safe bet, we confess
Not because she's vulnerable
It's cuz she has lost a sun-ful

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case you want to use it:

Here's another version of the song with different verses. I might like this one better, actually:

Tolerance

Tolerance

This song is about tolerance and how much it sucks.

The lyrics are:

Tolerance – I don't want it

I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned

Tolerance – it is stupidness; tolerance – and I am depressed

I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned

What if I never get, What if I never get, What if I never get high again?

I know that people will always say
That you should take tolerance holidays
And go without it, I'm all afraid
That tolerance will never fall away
What will this be like? I will see
I do not know when the next time will be
Of smoking after this holiday
And will my tolerance fall away?

What if I never get, what if I never get, what if I never get high again?

I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned, I wish I could get stoned

I Was Him A Minute Ago

 

I Was Him A Minute Ago

This is the next song in the possession album; the girl is looking in wonder at the big ole fire god and going, wow, man, he was inside me a minute ago.

The lyrics are:

And we all see him standing right there
And we all see him on the fiery stair
He is getting ready to go to the sun
He used to be my steady, he's my someone

I was him a minute ago

He was once inside me, and we were one
Hot enough to fry me, till I'm well done
We're the same animal, me and him are kin
It was so grand, I'll never forget him

I was him a minute ago

I do not know how he fit inside me, it seems like an impossibility
He is as big as a building, you see, and we are wondering how this can be
How did he fit inside me? I don't know; this fire god, who has the heavenly glow
He said that we should just go with the flow; I guess we'll find out someday, maybe so

I was him a minute ago

Something does not feel right, I lost my appetite; I don't know just how to live

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top doesn't work on your portable electronic device:

What If I Get Stuck In Traffic On Thanksgiving Day This Year?

My internet is crap again, so I can't upload the song onto the platform for the player thingy I put at the top...as soon as it starts working again, I'll post the top player-thingy.

This is my Thanksgiving song; I'm posting my usual Thursday song a few days early cuz of it being Thanksgiving on Thursday. The picture is an excerpt from a graphic novel I'm writing about when I lived in New Hampshire. I'm not likely to run into any frost heaves signs here in California.

The lyrics are:

One year when I got stuck
in bad traffic, oh fuck

Going to the Thanksgiving meal

That's when I got really bad feel-
ings of anxiety
Stuck in traffic, poor me
And the anxiety I hate
Made my stomach not feel so great
So it made the meal hard to digest
That is what you get when you're stressed
Because of getting stuck
In bad traffic, oh fuck

What if I get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year?

This year feels weird, but I don't know why it does
I am unclear, but I think it is because

I might get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year

I'll write this song, cuz I have growing concerns
Will traffic move along? My worries start to churn

What if I have a run in with congestion?
It might give me a case of indigestion
My tummy might get upset cuz of traffic
That kind of thing makes my stomach less elastic
One year, it was so bad, it took hours
It was so darn slow, that I felt dour
This year, I'll put some tunes on my stereo
Then, if I meet my doom, I'll do karaoke

I want to drive a normal freeway speed
Oh, man-alive, I'm feeling really keyed up

What if I get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year?

When Normal Feels Weird

 

When Normal Feels Weird

 This is the next song in the possession album. The fire god and the girl are now separated, and the fire god is discussing how weird it feels to be back to normal. The girl and the fire god got so used to being merged together that that merged-ness feels more normal than regular normal. They're sad.

The lyrics are:

When normal feels weird
When normal starts to feel weird

Outside of your zone
It don't feel like home
Now I have to remember who I used to be

When normal feels weird
When normal starts to feel weird

Even though this ended
We will still be friends
I will always remember you, my bestest human friend

This is what it feel like to be now separated
And I can say normality is overrated
What used to be my regular way of being
Does not feel like me, no, it gives me sad feelings
I know that we'll get used to it again
But right now we have the blues, my friend
But just remember on the day you die
We'll meet again up in the friendly skies

Even though we'll be far apart
You're still in my heart
Painting rainbows in the sky is your special kind of art

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you need it:

The Mean Ex-Boyfriend Song

 

The Mean Boyfriend Song

 Here's the ten thousanth song about that abusive relationship I was in, yesiree. See, I'm writing a graphic novel about said yucky relationship, so it's on my mind. I guess this song is about how I sorta got used to being uncomfortable, apprehensive, and ill-at-ease all the time when I was around this particular ex-boyfriend (until I couldn't stand it anymore and left the relationship).

The lyrics are:

I had a boyfriend – he was really mean
And I was afraid

That he would yell at me – he would start to scream

That was just the way
It was
The way it was

Nine times out of ten he would be nice
On time number ten he would turn into ice

Why did I put up with him – I can't really say
And I was afraid
life with him was getting grim every single day
That was just the way
It was
The way it was

It seemed like it was normal to be
With him and feel like I could not be me

I had some constant apprehension
My staying is beyond my comprehension
Well I guess I know why I stayed there
I lied to myself but to be fair
To my old self I was unaware
Dudes who seem nice turn into uncar-
Ing mean bastards if they're psychopath

I ran fastest to escape his wrath

I had a boyfriend - he had a screw loose
And I was afraid
He was wrapped around my neck, an ever tightened noose
And that's just the way it was
The way it was

Here's the alternative player thingy, as usual:

It's Monday, Oh, Gosh

 

It's Monday Oh Gosh

 Whoops, it turns out I wasn't a big fan of the chorus of the version of this song that I posted earlier today, so I redid the chorus. I also made the rap twice as long. Y'all can decide which version you like better. Yesiree.

It's Monday

 

It's Monday

This song is about it being Monday; Mondays bum me out. My work day started a little late, so I was able to get this little ditty recorded. 

They lyrics are:

I want something sweet today
But, it's Monday, oh my God
Make my worries go away
I'd like that an awful lot

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

This song can't be very long
Cuz I have to work real soon
My dysthymia is strong
So I'll write a real sad tune

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

I don't want it to be Monday, but it's here
I feel sorry for me, so I'll shed a tear
Do other people feel as sad as me?
I want Saturday to come back to me

Whoops, I realized there is
Already a song like that
By the Mamas and Papas

I apologize to them

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top in incompatible with your portable electronic device, laptop, or desktop computer:

I Can Feel You Going Away

 

I Can Feel You Going Away

 This is the next song in the possession album. The girl/me-character and the fire god finally separate from each other. They're sad. The parts where there's a high harmony are where they girl is singing, and the parts where there's an extra-low harmony are where the fire god is singing; then in the end, they all sing together. 

The lyrics are:

I can feel you going away
I can feel you going away
And you're going far from here
And it makes me shed a tear

I will not forget you, I will not forget you
When I'm feeling, blue I will think of you

I am going back to the sky
And it makes us both want to cry
And I'll think of you every day
And I wish that I could stay

It is a peculiar feeling, to not feel you any more
Every part of me is reeling, cuz it is a one way door
Now that we are separated, I think I will shed a tear
I had not anticipated this feeling – let's have a beer
Now I am remembering what I used to feel like
Before we were stuck together, now you will fly like a kite
Up to the sun, where you'll have fun, with your old friends, and I'll miss you a ton
Think of me every now and then, I will always think of you as my friend

And we're feeling oh, so sad
For the thing that we both had
It's a thing we have to do
But we'll miss us when we're through

I will not forget you, I will not forget you
When I'm feeling, blue I will think of you

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top isn't to your liking:

 I'm Translating Music Coming From Outer Space Tonight

 This is a song about getting songs from dreams or stoned reveries. Bein' stoned can bring forth lots of creative idears, but the disadvantage is: It impairs your short term memory, so you might forget the idea you're writing down before you get done writing it down. That's why it's handy to have a recording device with you at times like that. Then you can record yourself creative idea-ing.

The lyrics are:

I was asleep inside my beddy-bye
When I heard a peep; that's when I said, “Oh, my”
Yes, it was some music coming from the sky
Was it a keeper? Could this music fly?

I'm translating music coming from outer space tonight, tonight

It was some music on some auditory
Frequencies and it might just tell a story
And I have to find a way to write it down
Otherwise it will be a forgotten sound

I'm translating music coming from outer space tonight, tonight

Because I was so stoned inside of my bed
I was tryin' to find a way to clear my head
Cuz my short term memory was so impaired
I might not get it all written down – oh, merde
That is the French expression for, “oh, shit”
And that's what I'd be sayin' if I forgot a hit -
A song that could top the charts – and I could cry
If I forgot a melody when I was high

There was a big ass melody; it was coming right for me
It said can you write me down tonight? Tonight?

But I recorded it on my iPad
And even though the quality was bad

It will make for a decent enough tune

A song that came from the Man in the Moon

Here's the alternative player thingy like usual:

Let's Stay - 2021 Version

Let's Stay Sans Samples

This is a song I originally wrote and published in July of 2019; I did a different version of it today cuz the original one has a sample on it that might be recognizable to people who heard the thingy I got the sample from (which means I wouldn't be allowed to put it on Spotify, unless I got permission from the people I got the sample from; they're big and famous and probably wouldn't want to talk to me). This is my first attempt at making a recording of this song for Spotify-poopy-poopy-ones.

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

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

He said do you want to wait for graduation day?
We can run away; I said, no, let's stay

I got a good break, but my mind is still broken
Thrown in a big lake, and the teachers have spoken
Hydroplaning, 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

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

We've Gotta Make Some Yellow Out Of Blue

 

We've Gotta Make Some Yellow Out Of Blue

 This is the next song in the possession album. After the girl/me-character tells the fire god how much she'll miss him, he says this thing about making yellow out of blue. She's all, "huh?"

The lyrics are:

We gotta make some yellow out of blue

I said what do you mean?

You will see it in the by and by
I will make some green up in the sky
You will see it – just hold on tight
You will see a shiny green light

I said what do you mean?

I will make some green out of yellow and blue
And it will be seen by your friends and you
I'll make sure that you see what I mean
You will see it in the sky, a flash of green
It sounds like a mystery right now
But when you see what I mean, you will say, “wow”
In the ceiling of that big sky
You will see it and say, “oh, my”

I said what do you mean?

We gotta make some yellow out of blue
We gotta make some yellow in the sky

Here's the alternative player thingy in case you're interested in using it instead of the other one:

Can We Ever Get It Done?

 

Can We Ever Get It Done

 This is a song about being all nervous about starting a project and the person who's all nervous about starting the project keeps on spending all this time preparing to start the project instead of starting the project. That's cuz she's afraid the project will suck when she gets done with it.

The lyrics are:

Today's the day that I'm almost ready to start getting ready to get this thing done
Today's the day that I feel almost ready to think about how almost ready I am

Can we ever get it done?

This giant project is almost ready for me to get ready to start doing now
And in a minute, I might just be ready to start getting ready to do it now

Can we ever get it done?

I am getting ready for a giant project
But my anxiety makes me want to dodge it
If it turns out crappy, I'll feel stupid
What if it's a sappy thing made by a poop-head?
Should I give my self a bit more time
To get ready, so it will be fine?
Or am I just plain procrastinating?
Cuz I am scared this will not be a great thing?

I think it's time to prepare myself for the thing that I want to prepare myself for
I'm almost ready to start getting ready so I can be ready to start to get ready

Can we ever get it done?

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top isn't your cup o' tea:

I'll Miss The Me I Was When You Weren't Gone

I'll Miss The Me I Was When You Weren't Gone

 This is the next song in the possession album. The me-character anticipates what it's going to feel like when the fire god goes back up to the sun. She anticipates missing what she used to be like when he was here.

The lyrics are:

I'll miss the me I was when you weren't gone
I'll miss the me I was when you weren't gone

Ninety two point eight six four million
Miles away is where you will be

I'll miss the me I was when you weren't gone
I'll miss the me I was when you weren't gone

I don't know what to think about this
Sense of future separateness
Will you think of me when you're up there
In the sun above? I can't bear

To think of being long forgotten
By my sunny shiny, fiery friend

What if I am the moon, reflecting back the sun?
I guess I'll find out soon, and I'll miss you a ton
I hope you do not forget about me, my old friend
What if I come to regret the way this story ends?
What if I am the moon, and you're the fiery sun?
I'll be hidden in gloom, not seen by anyone
But you say that I have light inside my very soul
And by myself I'll be bright, a burning fiery coal

I'll miss the us we were when you weren't gone
I'll miss the us we were when you weren't gone

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case it's more to your liking than the one above:

I'm Not Hungry Right Now

Here's a song about losing one's appetite. I didn't have much appetite on Tuesday, so I started writing this song. My internet is slower than death and keeps on crapping out...I'll put the player thingy I usually put at the top there in a couple days.

The lyrics are:

I'm not hungry right now; I'm not hungry right now

My brain malfunctioned; I don't know what to do
My brain malfunctioned; and it does not want stew

I'm not hungry right now; I'm not hungry right now

My brain malfunctioned, and I don't feel quite right
It's not a fun thing I don't want to take a bite

I don't want to eat a broccoli sandwich
I don't want to eat a meal that has canned fish
Or a peanut butter and jelly
Thing that I got from that corner deli
I feel like I already do miss them
Those hunger gods, I wish I could kiss them
My appetite has gone into hiding
I don't feel right, is it a bad tiding?

My stomach's lacking the proper attitude
It is not asking....me to bring it food

I'm not hungry right now; I'm not hungry right now

                               

 

Your Soul Has Lots Of Light In It

 This is the next song in the possession album. The me-character talks to the fire god and tells him she anticipates she won't shine so brightly as a soul when he goes back to the sun. That whatever makes her a bright shiny being is just reflected light from him, like the moon reflects the light of the sun. He sez, no, that ain't the case, that the me-character's soul has plenty of light in it. I'll make the lyrics that the me-character sings red, and the ones that the fire god sings and raps orange, so you can tell 'em apart, cuz it's a duet and all that.

The lyrics are:

I know that the time is a-comin' when you'll go back up to the sun, friend
And I'll miss you, oh, holy-moly; and I can't control these tears rollin'
Down my cheeks and oh, God, I['ll miss you, holy shit, I wish I could kiss you
And I'm scared of what I will be like, when you go back up to the sunlight

And I know my light will not shine as bright as it did when you were with me
And I know my light will get dim; I'm feeling so grim, as you plainly see

I wish I could go up there with you, but I know what Grandma says is true
I have to stay here with the humans, and it is what I have to do, friend

And I know my light will not shine as bright as it did when you were with me
And I know my light will get dim; I'm feeling so grim, as you plainly see

I'll tell you it, I'll yellow it; I can't to better; I can't do better
I'll tell you it, I'll bellow it; I can't do better; I can't do better

Your soul has lots of light in it your soul has lots of light in it;
Your soul has lots of light in it your soul has lots of light in it

You have light that shines bright inside you
And it is bright, with flames, yellow and blue
And don't forget the red and the violet
And the green, and I sure do like it
And the orange, with light from the heavens
And burgundy, the light won't be lessened
When I got back up to the heavens and

On the day you die, I'll see you, my best friend

When you go up to the sun, will you sing a song for me? You don't have to
Of course I will sing you a good one; and I'll broadcast it from that old sun

And he says my light will still shine, and I will be fine, when he goes away
And I know in Heaven above, he'll sing lots of love; I wish he could stay

Writer's Block

 

Writer's Block

This is a song about having writer's block. I have writer's block right now. It's a sucky state o' mind to be in, cuz I never when it'll end. It's like the beginning of an earthquake - you never know how long it's gonna last and how poopy-bad it's gonna get.

The lyrics are:

Where did the music go?

Once upon a time, I used to write real good music
A dream would bring me a tune and then I would use it
Those melodies flowed like beer, and I would drink to the
Muse who brought that music here, but now I say, “huh?”
The idea machine's getting all jammed up now
It's a bucket of bolts, and I do not know how
To make it work again, can I get some advice?
To get my stupid brain working again it would be nice

Where did the music go?

Writer's block has come about; the idea-well is all tapped out
I don't know why it has run dry; what the fuck? it make me want to cry
What the fuck is happening to me? Has bad luck made my music bleed?
But I guess it's on with the show; I confess, I just want to throw up
The idea machine's getting all rusted out
Maybe if it gets cleaned, it'll be fine, but I doubt
That this will go away any time soon, oh dear
My muse has flown away off to the moon, I fear

Where did the music go?
I'm lost, I'm sad, I'm bewildered, I'm bewildered

I do not know why the music-well has run dry
My brain is feeling quite fried, and I want to cry

What if it never comes back, never comes to me

I'll be a sad sack, in fact, if it stays poopy

You're my music-muse friend

Can you come back again?

If you come on back soon

We can sing a very merry tune

I'm lost, I'm sad, I'm bewildered

No, You Can't Be What The Ghosts Used To Be

No You Can't Be What The Ghosts Used To Be

 This is the next song in the possession album. The me-character used to think spirits and ghosts were all the same thing - like, they were both scary things, I guess you could say. But then, when she interfaces with the little baby spirit, the missing part of her own soul, she discovers that the baby isn't a ghost and isn't scary, either. Yup.

The lyrics are:

I used to think all spirits lived in the land of ghosts, but now
It is abundantly clear this baby don't hang with that ghost crowd

No, you can't be what the ghosts used to be

I cannot tell what part of me is me
Is my grown up self and what is the baby

No, you can't be what the ghosts used to be

I used to think that spirits were the same as ghosts
Now it's very clear that this baby is most
Definitely part of me and I am not scared
Now I feel lots of love for the baby I care
I knew the minute that the baby joined me
I heard her sing it – I heard her say boy these
Guys who are named Timmy and Bobby will be
My teddy bears – I know it sounds silly
I feel kind different and I dunno
How to feel but I know I should go with the flow
I'm a little tiny but sad today
Cuz I took the little baby away
From her bear friends, but I notice concurrently
It's apparent Timmy and Bobby are friends to me
And that will fill the void I know it will happen
We'll hang out with those boys and they will be glad friends

No, you can't be what the ghosts used to be

I Want To Smoke Some Pot With Willie Nelson

I Want To Smoke Some Pot With Willie Nelson

 This song is about how, if I had one final wish, it would be to smoke pot with Willie Nelson. I hear he smokes a lot of pot. 

See, I recorded a version of it last night, but it kinda sucks, so I re-did it today, and this one is better. I changed the key it was in, added more harmonies, did the chorus a little different, and re-wrote the first half of the rap. Yeah, this one's better. 

I'm gonna leave the old one up for posterity's sake, but you don't have to listen to it if you don't want to.

The lyrics are:

Before I die, let me just try
Oh, God above, give me some sweet love
It is a thing I want to do
Oh, God above, please let my wish come true

Before I die, I want to smoke some pot

With Willie Nelson: Can we smoke a lot?

Smoking some pot with the King of Country
Oh my God, that would be a fun treat
Smoking weed with Old Willie

Yes, indeed, I'll get stoned until I'm silly

Before I die, I want to smoke a joint
With Willie Nelson; I won't be disappointed

If my birthday wish did come true

I know what I would want to do

Maybe I should wish on a star

Or the wishing well by the country bar

If my wishes came true, here's what I'd do
I'd smoke with Willie, and we'd have some Blue
Dream and maybe we'd make up some music
On my Gibson SG and his acoustic

Before I die, I want to take a toke
With Willie Nelson, my favorite country bloke

Before I die, I want to smoke a bong
With Willie Nelson; I think we'd get along

I Want To Smoke With Willie Nelson

My internet is slow and poopy, so I'll put this little embedded player thingy here and do the other player thingy when my internet decides to not be slow and lame. I dunno if I'll get a chance to do other stuff to this post till a few days later cuz I'm getting my covid vaccine booster thingy tomorrow, so I'll probably be sick as a dog.

My Doctor Counts on the Left Side of the World

My Doctor Counts On The Left Side Of The World

The first part of this song came to me in a dream, so I decided to flesh it out and make it into a whole song - here it is!

The lyrics are:
My doctor counts on the left side of the world

Isn't that a trip?

I wonder why he is...in this dream narrative

My doctor counts on the left side of the world

Doctor what's his name showed...everything that he knows...about the

Left side of the world

I do not know what this song could mean
I got it from an early morning dream
It has a doctor who counts on the left
Side of the world, so we're not bereft
Of his amazing counting qualities
That mother fucker counts all that he sees
But only on the left side of this place
That's where he counts, with a smiling face

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

StupidLand

 

StupidLand

 This is a song about nothing in particular. Or maybe, now that I think of it, it's a song about the state o' the world. Yeah, that sounds about right to me.

I'm Just a Little Baby

I'm Just a Little Baby

 This is the next song in the possession album. The little baby part of the me-character's soul considers going back to the me-character's body. The bears think it's a good idear, because Timmy and Bobby, her bestest friends, will be loyal, bear-like companions.

The lyrics are:

I am looking at those guys next to the larger part of me
And they seem like they are nice
Then I heard the bears' advice
They said Tim and Bob are bear-like, and I can depend on them
And they are my bestest friends
They're be with me till the end

I'm just a little baby who ran away in fear
But now it seems like maybe with friends who seem so dear
I can go back to myself
I can go back to myself

And the bears said they will miss me, but we'll meet up in the sky
On the day...that I die
We will meet up in the sky
And it's time to go back to the rest of me, and I'll be fine
And I'll go back to my mind
In the end, I will be fine

I am a baby, who has been living with bears
And they say, “hey, these dudes, that we see standing there
They might not look like us, with furry rounded ears, but
What they've got is a must: they are friends who'll dry your tears
They are like bears, and now you are well aware
That they do care, and they really want to share
In all your dreams, and life's multiplicities
They're on your team even when things are shitty”

I'm just a little baby who ran away in fear
But now it seems like maybe with friends who seem so dear
I can go back to myself
I can go back to myself

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top doesn't float your boat:

Everything Sucks Today

 

Everything Sucks Today

This is another song where the hook came from a dream. It's about having one of those days, where everything sucks. You know those days where everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong? That's what this song is about.

The lyrics are:

And the weekday stupidness is bumming
And I don't know how to make it nice

Everything sucks today

I don't even want to get the mail
Out of the stupid mailbox
I'm feeling like bread that is stale
With a side of sadness on the rocks

Everything sucks today

Have you ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed?
Feeling like you're all fucked up on the inside of your head?
Have you ever woken up and said I will stay right here?
Hide under the covers and get yourself another beer

Everything sucks and there's nothing that doesn't suck
Everything's fucked, and this day is stuck in the muck
Like a bad dream, it will never quite leave your head
This memory will be with you till you are dead
Everything sucks, and this day is a testament
To bad luck, now the thing that's hard as cement
Is the memory of stupidness of a day
Burned into your brain and it will never go away

It Is Time For You To Come Out Of That Stupid Bedroom

Bedroom

This is the 999th song about escaping from that old abusive relationship I used to be in. 

See, all of us are made of parts; some parts hold on to traumas. Part o' me still feels like she's in the bedroom of the yucky man, who used to be my bad boyfriend. This song is welcoming her back into the sunlight. C'mon, Little-Me; you can come back out.

The lyrics are:

It is time for you to come out of that bedroom
It is time for you to come to come out of it now
It is time for you to come out of that bedroom
And you know it will be a good thing, somehow

It is time for you to go out in the sunlight
Of a bright and shiny rainbow covered day
It is time for you to come out in the sunlight
And forget about the shit from yesterday

It is time to come out of that stupid bedroom
This song's all about escaping from the gloom
Of the bad man, who took all of your light away
Come on out and about into a sunny day
You don't have to be scared of him anymore
Because you got away, you walked out of that door
So it's time to come out of the stupid bedroom

You can sing, you can shout, you're free of Mister Doom

It is time for you to come out of that bedroom
It is time for you to get the fuck away
It is time for you to come out of that bedroom
And emerge into a bright and sunny day

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top is incompatible with your portable electronic device, laptop, or desktop computer:

Timmy and Bobby Reprise

 

Timmy and Bobby Reprise

 Here's a reprise of the song I recorded on August 7, 2020. It's the Timmy and Bobby theme - they're callin' the little baby part of the me-character's soul, trying to get her to come and re-integrate with the me-character. It's a soul-retrieval-themed song.

The lyrics are:

We will talk to that little baby
And tell her that we'll always be here
We're like teddy bears and just maybe
She won't mind that we drink lots of beer

Come on little tyke; you might just get psyched
When you come on home again
We are teddy bears; And we always care
And we are your bestest friends

We know that those bears have protected
You from things that might cause lots of harm
But the larger you has selected
Us to be her favorite lucky charms

Come on little tyke; you might just get psyched
When you come on home again
We are teddy bears; And we always care
And we are your bestest friends

It's a big responsibility
Do we have the...ability?
To communicate with the baby
We're like bears who do not have rabies
If you come back...you will soon find
You'll be with friends who are not unkind
And we'll listen to Willie Nelson
He has good stories that he tells in...music

If you come back, we'll introduce you
To our favorite country music songs
And we guarantee you'll get used to
Bein' here cuz we all get along

Come on little tyke; you might just get psyched
When you come on home again

We are teddy bears; And we always care
And we are your bestest friends