Highland Park Is Blurry

 

HIGHLAND Park is Blurry

I had eye surgery on Tuesday this week, and this song came to me Wednesday night in a dream. See, Highland Park is a neighborhood town-thingy in LA that I gotta drive through to get to the 134 freeway, which took me to the surgery place. When I randomly heard the "Highland Park is Blurry" hook of this song in my dream, I wrote it down cuz that's what I do. Later on, I realized that particular sentence is a weird double entendre: My eyeball that I needed the surgery for was blurry, and some might describe the culture in Highland Park as bein' blurry, in the sense that it's rapidly gentrifying. The culture of Highland Park is a blurry mass, consisting of the original people who live there and the new people streaming in.

Don't worry, I actually had a person drive me to the surgery place, unlike how it looks in the picture. I drew it that way because me drivin' by myself in the picture adds a bit o' poignancy or something to this whole thing.

The lyrics are:

Highland Park is blurry

It is a town confusing to me, like an eyeball refusing to see
Highland Park is blurry
Gentrification blurred the identity of this old town, it feels like a pity
I had to stay a little longer there; I had to stay a little longer there

I was in a hurry
This is the shortest way to the freeway, if I am late it will not be okay
To my eyeball surgery

I had to stay a little longer there; I had to stay a little longer there

I got stuck at the green light

I'm on my way to eyeball surgery
I'm seeing gray, my eyeball is blurry
I'm heading toward the one thirty four
It's a freeway that's a main corridor
I'm headed through the town, Highland Park

And it is so blurry that it feels dark
Gentrification blurred the identity
Of this old town, it feels like a pity

Highland Park is Blurry

I had to stay a little longer there, I had to stay a little longer there

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case it suits your needs better than the one up top:

Wait, What About Timmy and Bobby?

 

Wait What About Timmy And Bobby

 The top version of this song is the longer one.

Wait What About Timmy and Bobby Now

This is the shorter one. I like the shorter one better, but I kept the longer one up just in case the listeners at home prefer it!

In this song, the me-character realizes Timmy and Bobby have very teddy bear-like personalities. Maybe the baby-me soul-fragment will wanna come back home if she knows she has teddy bear-like friends. It'll fill the void left behind when she leaves the bears. 

The lyrics are:

Wait what about Timmy and Bobby? Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby?
Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby? Wow.
Wait what about Timmy and Bobby? Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby?
Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby? Now.

They are like teddy bears; they are my favorite people
Maybe the baby will want to come to them
They are like teddy bears; maybe that bear will see them
As like the bears she's living with right now

Wait what about Timmy and Bobby? Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby?

Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby? Wow.
Wait what about Timmy and Bobby? Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby?
Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby? Now.

They are much like teddy bears; we have to make her aware
That if she comes back again, she'll be with her favorite friends
If they call her she might come cuz she'll think they're number one
And she'll recognize their type; teddy bears are what they're like

When she becomes aware that they're with me
And they're like teddy bears; she'll plainly see
And she'll want to come over and be with her friends
Little me, come on home, and we'll be whole again

Wait what about Timmy and Bobby? Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby?
Wait, what about Timmy and Bobby? Now.

Here's the longer one:

Here's the shorter one:

Angry Little Paul Heads

 

Angry Little Paul Heads

 This song makes reference to the ex-boyfriend who appears in the song on August 26th ("He Cleaned Out My Insides With Bleach"). One day, I got really stoned and was playing my guitar, making up a bunch of songs. Suddenly, I looked at my keyboard and the little speaker on it looked like it had an angry little head on it - an angry little head that looked like my ex-boyfriend's angry little head. It was an angry little Paul head. 

I started seeing angry little Paul heads everywhere - in the texture of the carpet, in the microphone I was usin' - angry little Paul heads were everywhere. I wasn't hallucinatin' or anything like that, though - it's more like my mind was seizing upon the features of the objects around me and constructing angry little Paul heads out of them.

The lyrics are:

One day I got baked and I saw something that surprised my eyeballs
And I did a double take – what the fuck? Is that my dumb ex boyfriend, Paul?

One day I got baked and I did see
Angry ex-boy friend heads around me
My eyes were making things look weird
I thought, “should I get some beer?”

Angry little Paul heads are in front of me

Why did my eyeballs make Paul-heads
Out of the various objects
Inside of the room around me?
Oh, my, this was quite astounding

Angry little Paul heads are in front of me

That was really strong weed that gave me an ex boyfriend head in front of me
I did not really need his face right there, heck, no, I do not want to see it
What is he doing there in my subconscious?
Now I am aware there is no fondness
For the memory of this ex boyfriend
Now it's clear and I see he was a dead end

Angry little Paul heads are in front of me

You Can Leave Comments Now

You Can Leave Comments Now Mix 3

 

You Can Leave Comments Now

 This song was written for the people who look at the podcast thingy that the little player thingy at the bottom of the page is linked to. I changed the settings on it so that people can leave comments now. Yippee.

The lyrics are:

I am sorry for the confusion that this comment-thing generated
But I think I found the solution: Now, it's time we celebrated

You can comment on this website, I just want to let you know
I changed the settings so you can
Now the comments are enabled, so that you can go
Tell me this music's really bland

Now you can leave a message for me, and I'll read it very carefully
Now you can leave a message for me, and I'll read it very carefully

Here's the player thingy I'm talking about up there:

The Probabilistic Expectation Word Combination Rap

 

Probabilistic Rap

I'll try to make this not too long winded.

When I do raps, I always endeavor to make my words understandable, but sometimes I fail in that mission. I started to think, yesterday, about how I'll bet some raps are more understandable than others, not only because of proper enunciation, but also because the more understandable ones might use word combinations that are more common in English than ones that don't. For example, "I went to the store" is a phrase more commonly used in English than "I went to the bear."

In statistical terms, there's a higher probability that the word, "the" will be followed by the word, "store" than it will be followed by the word, "bear." Those low probability word combinations take your brain a longer time to process than the high probability ones. Because of that, raps using common word combinations'll be easier to understand than raps that use unusual word combinations.

This inspired me to get on my iPad and pretend I was writing an email to myself. I'd start with a word, and then go to the little word-suggestions thingy at the bottom of the screen and just push that button over and over. I did that cuz the word suggestions are based on what the computer's prediction of the next word, given the previous word. I'm guessing that those word suggestions are based on those probabilities I'm talking about. The iPad is going to select a word that is the most probabilistically likely to follow the previous word, cuz it wants to get it right.

I ended up generating some word salad that way, and I put it into a nice li'l rap song. Here it is.

Such a Beautiful Child Reprise

 

Such a Beautiful Child Reprise

This is the next song in the possession album - it's a reprise of the song from February 12, 2021. The me-character tries to convince the baby part of herself, who's hanging out with the bears, to come back to her and reintegrate with the rest of her soul.

The lyrics are:

It bears repeating, this song that I'm singing
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child
You had been so scared, so you ran to those bears
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child

It's time to come back home, little baby me, to yourself, who is grown
Yes, you can come back again, yes you can come back again
The thing that scared you away is over now so come back and stay
Yes, you can come back again; yes, you can come back again

You can come back to me, scared little baby
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child
You might be happier, maybe, just maybe
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child

It's time to come back home, little baby me, to yourself, who is grown
Yes, you can come back again, yes you can come back again
The thing that scared you away is over now so come back and stay
Yes, you can come back again; yes, you can come back again

And she said...what's better than teddy bears??

She don't want to leave because

Those bears are so cute and fuzzy
And they are her playmates
She said, of the bears, “They're great.”
What do we do now? We do not know how
To get her to come and I say, “Oh, wow”
That baby's stubborn as a mule
She wants to stay with 'em cuz they're cool

What's better than teddy bears?

Back The Way I Was (I Don't Have Covid)

Back The Way I Was (I Don't Have Covid)

 This song is the sequel of last week's song, where I was wondering if I had covid in real life. It turns out it was just a regular cold cuz my covid test result came back negative. This song's about gettin' to go back to normal because of that.

The lyrics are:

I don't have no covid, and I thought I'd let you know
And I will get back to doing this old music show
This bug got the best of me, but now I know for reals
It is not the scary one...That is the deal

Back the way I was, back the way I was

My test came back negative, it's just a plain old cold
I can go back out again, into the sun of gold
What I mean is outside now looks extra special fun
I can go out and about, although my nose might run

Back the way I was, back the way I was

I have kitty cats, and I was concerned
If the news was bad, and a fever burned
It could be bad because cats can catch it
It made me sad; if they got it I'd have a fit
Not to mention that I could give it to
Other people so what I'd have to do
Is stay indoors with my little kitty cats
And hope that they do not catch that covid crap

I don't have to worry 'bout givin' covid to my cats
I can once again have them come and sit upon my lap

My test came back negative, it's just a plain old cold
I can go back out again, into the sun of gold

Back the way I was, back the way I was

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

Missing Part of Me

 

Missing Part of Me

This is the next song in the possession album. It makes reference to stuff that happens in the song from February 12 ("Such a Beautiful Child"). Now that the bears have told the humans that the fire god is stuck to the girl because a part of her is missing (and that created a vacuum in her soul/psyche/whatever) that sucks the fire god in, the girl is wondering what part of her is missing.

The lyrics are:

What is missing from my soul?
Keeping me from being whole?
I don't know how to fix myself
When I throw my feelings on the shelf

I have a missing part
I don't know how to start
Calling it back to me
Telling it not to flee

The bears said I already know
And now My feelings start to grow 

Oh, wait, that baby part of me
That ran from the surgery

I have a missing part
I don't know how to start
Calling it back to me
Telling it not to flee

Come back...come on back to me

I have their 2 cents
And it makes more sense
Now that they've told me
Stating it boldly
That baby-me is what has gone missing
Now I can see this clearly And this thing
is a scenario that might turn out fine
If we can carry out a task that's defined
As a soul retrieval - those bears call it this
And I do believe I can rescue that part I miss

They said they can help me out
They know what my story's all about
And that baby part of me
Will come back - they can plainly see

I have a missing part
I don't know how to start
Calling it back to me
Telling it not to flee

Come back...come on back to me

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case it, rather than the one up top, is your cup o' tea:

I Hope I Don't Have Covid

I Hope I Don't Have Covid

I got sick, so this is the I-hope-it's-not-COVID-song. I mean, I got all vaccinated and stuff (see the song from February 18, 2021 for more details on that). But I don't want it to be covid cuz I don't want to give it to my cats. I'll know more in a few days, so I'll let y'all out there in Music Land know when I know something. 

I mean, I'm not deathly ill, and you can probably tell cuz I had enough energy to record a song. But bein' sick is weird, these days. Two years ago, this would have been a drink-fluids-and-rest-and-you'll-feel-better-in-a-few-days-thing, but now it's an I-hope-it's-not-the-scary-bad-pandemic-disease-thing. 

Oh, yeah, that's my cell phone ringing at the end.

The lyrics are:

I hope I don't have covid
But if I have covid
I'll let you know

It started with sleeping a lot
And then a sore throat that's not from smoking pot
But I still have a sense of smell
So, maybe that means I'm not in covid hell
Yes, I'll get a test tomorrow, and we'll see
Just what on earth this stupid thing may be
Man, if it's not covid, I'll relax a bit
And I'll go back to writing country music hits

I'll let you know

This song's not gonna be as long as most of my songs are cuz I'm going to bed

I hope I don't have covid
But if I have covid
I'll let you know

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case it floats your boat more than the one up top:

Vacuums Suck

 

Vacuums Suck

 This is the next song in the possession album. The girl/me-character and the fire god are tryin' to figure out why they're stuck together. Then the bears tell 'em part of the girl's soul is missing, and the void creates a vacuum. You know how vacuums suck stuff in? Cuz, like Mister Spock once said, "Nature abhors a vacuum." Because of the vacuum's suckage, part of the fire god has gotten sucked in and is filling the void. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:

I was wondering what is the deal?
And I don't know how to feel
And the bears gave me a knowing look
They said it's in a physics book

A vacuum sucks; things rush in to fill in a vacuum
Vacuums suck; things rush in to fill in a vacuum

I was wondering what did they mean?
When they said that crazy thing
(What??) There's a vacuum that's inside of me?
They said yes – they plainly see

A vacuum sucks; things rush in to fill in a vacuum
Vacuums suck; things rush in to fill in a vacuum

Now the bears have told me what is going on here
Where did this void come from? I am not clear
They say it's a vacuum, much like a Hoover
This hole is a vast room; this feels too absurd
There's a hole inside of me that's filled
With the fire god's spirit, and I'm still
Wondering how I have a vacuum
Will the rest of my spirit be back soon?
I think that's what's happening
It's a Roomba, or maybe a Shop Vac
Dustbusters are good; they get into cracks
I think that's what's happening
Maybe it's Dyson cuz they work good
Or a Mighty Mite from my childhood

There's a part that's missing from my soul
Keeping me from being whole
And the fire god, unknowingly
Came and filled the void in me

A vacuum sucks; things rush in to fill in a vacuum

Vacuums suck; things rush in to fill in a vacuum

 I think that's what's happening

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case you'd rather use it than the one up top:

I Hated Them a Year Ago

I Hated Them a Year Ago

 This song's about hating something initially and then eventually loving it. Sometimes that happens - I'll listen to an album, and my least favorite song initially becomes my favorite one. Or food that tastes gross and yucky at first will taste fabulous after a while. This song's about something I almost got rid of a year ago and then later on went, "oh my, I'm so glad I didn't get rid of that!"

The lyrics are:

Normal things I didn't taste before
Normal things I didn't taste before

I got so sad: I hated them a year ago
I hated them a year ago

My first impression was not great
That is the lesson...of late
Something that at first I hate
Later on might start to taste great

I got so sad: I hated them a year ago
I hated them a year ago

And it scares me that I might have
Given up something that I have
Grown to love an awful lot, oh dear
I love it as much as my favorite beer
Some things have an acquired taste, it's a waste
To throw them away on recycle day, in my haste
To get rid of the thing that bothers me
When it has hidden positive qualities

I got so sad: I hated them a year ago
I hated them a year ago

They seemed mean but they got nice
Tasty things upon a bed of rice

I got so sad: I hated them a year ago
I hated them a year ago


 

Don't you wish you could get rid of bad memories the same way you get rid of poop by flushing it down the toilet? That's what this song's about.

Pooping in the Front

 The lyrics are:

Pooping in the front

In front of the building that has bad medicine

Pooping in the front

I'm going backwards in time and it makes me feel slime

Coming out of the mouth of a person, unkind

I can't believe someone would act that way

But, thank God, I did leave: I ran and ran away

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