We Don't Know Just How To Live

We Dunno Just How To Live - Reprise

This is the next song in the possession album; it's a reprise of the We Don't Know Just How To Live theme. They're getting close to home and it feels weird to be going back to normal and stuff.

The Neighborhood of Lost Dreams

The Neighborhood of Lost Dreams

 This song is dedicated to people whose lives turned out shitty and feel even worse than they would otherwise because everyone on social media brags about how wonderful their lives are. It can make a person feel alone. Wouldn't it be cool if all the sad, lonely people could get together and smoke pot?

The lyrics are:

There are people who have no empathy
For the people whose lives are empty
And I know that some of it's Facebook
Everyone sez “I'm doing great, look!!”

I don't know why I turned out this way
And now I now that I have to stay

In the neighborhood of lost dreams

Everyone around me seems to have
Their shit together, and I feel bad

In the neighborhood of lost dreams

This village feels so empty
Was it pillaged? The sight sends me
On a depresso land excursion
It fill my feelings with aversion
I have a feeling that this city
Is filled with other people, but what's shitty
Is that everyone thinks they're alone
I wish we could see each other and get stoned

Together – we fell between the cracks
I wish that we could get our hope back

In the neighborhood of lost dreams

Here's the other little player thingy, in case it suits your needs:

I'm Scared of the Rain

 

Scared of the Rain

 I woke up in the wee hours of Friday morning with rain coming down all thunderously. It freaked me out, even though that kind of thing didn't used to freak me out. But in 2016, there was a big rain storm, and, around 1am, I woke up to this weird, rhythmic "doonk, doonk, doonk" sound. Water was coming through a hole in my ceiling and hitting one of my drums. There were a bunch of leaks in the roof, as it turned out! Like, 3 or 4 in the bedroom and 1 in the living room. The landlord fixed the roof, but I've been nervous when there's a rainstorm ever since then. That's what this song's about. 

The lyrics are:

I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared, scared, of the rain

It's comin' down in April showers, and it will create May flowers
Do we bring the flowers home?
It is coming down in sheets, with puddles forming at my feet
Will we bring the flowers home?

I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared, scared, of the rain

It will make a muddy mess, but getting water is what's best
Should we bring the flowers home?
Water that will make the plants around us want to sing and dance
Should we bring the flowers home?

I used to not be scared of the rain, then
One year a stupid thing had to happen
At one AM I woke up to someone
Playing my drums – what??? Who is this someone?
No, it was was water drops coming from the ceiling
They landed right on top of my drums, and with feeling
The rain was playing my drums, it was playing my drums, the rain was playing my drums
The rain was playing my drums, was playing my drums, the rain was playing my drums
There was a puddle underneath the drum set
The puddle spread around and made my rugs wet

I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared of the rain; I'm scared, scared, of the rain

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

Magical Spiritual Miracle Sparkle-Land Adventures

 

Magical Spiritual Sparkle-Land Adventures - Mix 3

Here's the next song in the possession album - all the people, as they walk home, think about how weird and poopy it feels to return to ordinary, plain-old, mundane reality after the magical adventure they just had. I have 2 versions at the bottom. The very bottom-est is the original version, and the one above it is the one where I re-did some of the vocals cuz I sang all outta tune in the first one (dunno why I'm having challenges with singing on pitch these days). The bottom one probably has the best mix, in terms of the rap at the end, though, so I kept in on here.

The lyrics are:

We're back on the path we took to get here
Heading home, the place where we will drink beer
It feels weird to return back to normal
Coming back from what you might sort of call

Magical, spiritual sparkle-land adventures
Magical, spiritual sparkle-land adventures

We got sad – the adventure is over
We'll go back to that place we call home, for
We know that it's where we belong, but we
May come back to this valley for a wee

Magical, spiritual, sparkle-land adventure
Magical, spiritual, sparkle-land adventure

It feels like it has been a year and a half
Since we initially walked here on this path
But in reality, it's just been a day
Since we got here, and it has been quite a stay
This is not college, but we got knowledge
The numinous and luminous fire god and bears and grandma led
Us to magical spiritual sparkle-
Land adventures and as a result, dark and dull
Is what it feels like to get back to life
And through the starlight, we try to not cry
As we walk back to our normal and boring
Lives and this feeling we have feels like mourning

But, if we plan on visiting again
We'll once more get to see all those bear friends

Here's the re-did version:

Here's the original one with out of tune vocals, but a good mix with the rap stuff at the end:

Pot Smoking Grandmas

Pot Smoking Grandmas

This song is about pot smoking grandmas; it came from a dream.

The lyrics are:

There's pot smoking grandmas across the universe 'cross the universe tonight tonight
Those grandmas are smoking pot 'cross the universe 'cross the universe tonight tonight

One of them got baked to have fun – tonight tonight
One of them smoked to sleep better tonight tonight

There are some old ladies blazing cuz they're craving
Mental states Purple Haze is facilitating
They get baked and sing praises to Mother Smoke
It's so great – they can't wait for another toke
Who would have thought grandmothers would want to smoke pot
They said, “why not? What the fuck – let's give it a shot”
And their minds were freed, when they smoked that weed
They said, “yes, indeed, it's just what we need.”

One of them wanted a good time tonight tonight
Journeying inside of her mind tonight tonight

There's pot smoking grandmas across the universe 'cross the universe tonight tonight
Those grandmas are smoking pot 'cross the universe 'cross the universe tonight tonight

Hugging a Bear

 

Hugging a Bear

This is the next song in the possession album. The girl hugs the bears before she and her friends start to walk home.

The lyrics are:

I am standing here and now I am aware
Some part of me feels like I should hug some bears
I think it is the baby who has come home
Back to me, the person who is grown

Am I crazy, or maybe I am just stoned
I must say to you, don't try this move at home
Hugging bears can be dangerous to you now
But since thy know me it is fine, somehow

Today is the day that I'll dare
To hug a bunch of big teddy bears
And maybe I'll come back again
to visit my old teddy bear friends

I guess that I am ready to go back home
Hugging bears makes me feel like I'm not alone
And my friends, of course, they are good company
We are now four, but we used to be three
Today is the day that I dared
To hug a bunch of big teddy bears

I'm hugging a bear, hugging a bear
They are so cuddly and so furry
Hugging a bear, hugging a bear
If they were kitties, they would be purring
Hugging a bear, hugging a bear
I feel like I will probably miss them
Hugging a bear, hugging a bear
If they weren't wild animals, I'd kiss them

They are so cuddly and so furry

If they were kitties, they would be purring
I feel like I will probably miss them
If they weren't wild animals, I'd kiss them
It's time to go back home now
Good bye, in other words, ciao
We are saying to the bears

As we are leaving their lair

Here's the other little player thingy:

The Screen's Not Keeping Bugs Out

The Screen's Not Keeping Bugs Out - Mix 2

Here's a song where a screen not keeping bugs out is a metaphor for how stupid humans are at detecting bad or evil people and how good animals are at that. 

The lyrics are:
I'm feeling it today; no matter how hard I pray;
They keep coming back to me; things that have very bad energy

Bugs out...the screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out
The screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out, and we don't know what to do

We have lost touch with the part of us that can see
What has good energy; and what might really bad for me

Bugs out...the screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out
The screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out, and we don't know what to do

When dogs and cats see someone that's bad, they know to run away fast as they can
But humans are so stupid and bad at telling who is a friend or foe, man
When we took the bite of the fruit in the Garden of Eden
We got so incredibly stupid that we can not even
Tell anything apart cuz our instincts died with our hearts
Can we make a fresh start and fix in us what fell apart?
We have no ability to tell what is good or evil
Look at the Ouija boards that that are used by all kinds of people
We stupidly say, “is there a spirit who wants to talk?”
Animals would tell us to get away – to run, don't walk
Because they know that evil spirits like to come around
When we invite them in and serious bad shit goes down
Our way of screening out the bad energy is like a
Window screen with lots of holes in it, and so we will pray
To God to let us have instincts again – that would be so nice
It's what we lost in Eden – that was a dumb sacrifice
Can we get back again...what we had in Eden?
Can we make our souls mend? Can we be like our animal friends?

Bugs out...the screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out
The screen's not keeping keeping keeping bugs out, and we don't know what to do

Here's the alternative little player thingy:

Here's a remix: I think it's better than the original one.

I Hate Leaf Blowers

 

I Hate Leaf Blowers

I was sitting there, thinking maybe I should do another song today. But I didn't know what to write about. Then the leaf blowers started up. That was my inspiration.

The lyrics are:

 I hate leaf blowers, I hate leaf blowers, I hate leaf blowers, I hate them a lot

I'd leaf through the pages but they got blown away-I'm dismayed
The leaf blowers came today and they blew my very mind away
I can't concentrate, and they suck like a vacuum in reverse
They are things I hate - I say, "fuck" - they just made my day much worse
Leafing through the pages of my mind - I have leaf-blower-memories
They blow chunks of shit and debris they make me want to vomit, you see
Sounding like a fly on crack, I wish that we could bring brooms back
Like the witches used to have to fly on, I'd feel better; that's a fact

I hate leaf blowers, I hate leaf blowers, I hate leaf blowers, I hate them a lot

Grandma, I'll Miss You

Grandma I'll Miss You Quite a Lot

This is the next song in the possession album: Grandma goes up a big stairway to Heaven, and the girl is sad.

The lyrics are:

We are looking at the horizon
There's a stairway that we see rizin'
That my grandma will take to go back
Up to Heaven where there is no lack

Oh, Grandma, I'll miss you quite a lot
Can keep each other in our thoughts?

I will feel much better if we do
I think it will help me feel less blue
And I'm watching you go up the stairs
From the valley with some teddy bears

Oh, Grandma, think of me once or twice
In Heaven; that would be very nice

It is a day of many goodbyes
First, the fire god, then grandma; we'll try
To get back to normality all over
Again – we are feeling so gosh darn low, fer
Goodness sake, it seems like it should not be
Hard to adjust cuz we all have got these
Good friends – what I mean is each other – yes
We will help each other make the best of it

Now that Grandma's left, it is just us
With some bears, I guess we should discuss
What we'll do next in our quest for some
Normality, and we're feeling dumb

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case it's to your liking:

Trash is Piling Up in the Living Room

 

Trash is Piling Up in the Living Room - Mix 2

 This is the next song in the series of songs where I'm attempting to sound like a bunch of people in a church singing so exuberantly that they sound drunk. In this song they're apologizing to the earth for trashing her, basically. 

The lyrics are:

Trash is piling up in the living room, in the living room; trash is piling up in the living room tonight

This is a musical apology to the earth
We trashed your living room and we'll way this, for what it's worth
We apologize; we apologize
Everything that's bad is our fault and we feel like dirt

Trash is piling up in the living room, in the living room; trash is piling up in the living room tonight

We are sad and we're singing inside this country church
We've been bad – we're asking God to help us in our search
For an apology; for an apology
We want to say that we are sorry to Mother Earth

We have the audacity to call her
“Mother Earth” - who the fuck treats their mother
Like we do? Trashing her living room
We think our comeuppance is coming soon
That sounds very ominous but we think that it's true
We were bad to mama, thus there's nothing we can do
Nevertheless we will apologize for
Being bad to Earth, who gave birth to us: We are sorry

Trash is piling up in the living room, in the living room; trash is piling up in the living room tonight

Will this apology make any difference at all?
Still we have to try cuz this feels like it is our calling
To apologize; to apologize
To the Earth; we beg forgiveness; on our knees we crawl

Trash is piling up in the living room, in the living room; trash is piling up in the living room tonight

Here's the other little player thingy, in case you like it better than the top one:

I Don't Want to Say Goodbye

 

I Don't Want to Say Goodbye

 This is the next song in the possession album. Grandma says it's time for her to go cuz her job is done. The girl is sad.

The lyrics are:

And then my heart was falling apart and then my heart was falling, falling apart, was falling
And when we part, my aching heart will not even want to start...it's falling falling apart

Grandma says it's time, but I don't want to say goodbye
She sez that we will meet again up in the sky

Grandma says it's time for goodbye – it makes me get so very sad and I think that I'll cry
She says we must go home again, and grandma says we'll see her when we get up to Heaven

Grandma says it's time, but I don't want to say goodbye

She sez that we will meet again up in the sky
Grandma says that her job is done and she must go
It's the best thing now that she knows that we are o-
'kay and we can go back to our regular life
She's glad cuz she knows that we will certainly thrive
I said where are you going now? She said up above
Up the stairs...to Heaven's clouds – it's a place of love
When it is your time, we will see each other again
And I'll say, “welcome back” to you and to all your friends

And when we go back home again, I'll smoke a bowl with my friends, that might make my feelings mend

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

Liver Land

 

Liver Land

I woke up one morning from a dream where someone said, "Liver Land is inspiring a lot of dirt-bags." I decided to make it into a song. It's always a fun challenge to turn weird snatches of dream-speech into coherent songs. Here's my attempt.