Agent Orange (Timmy and Bobby Song #14)

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This song deals with the destruction of the Earth from the point of view of it being predetermined all along. Y'know, like, it was baked into fate, like a cake, that the Earth was gonna be destroyed (the way it's getting destroyed, these days). I was wrestling with the question of the possibility that all of existence came into being all at once. In other words, everything in the past, present, and future already exists, and we're just moving along through time the same way a record needle moves on a record. The recording on the wax is already there; it's been there ever since it got pressed into existence. But you don't get to experience the music moving through time until the record needle moves along on it.

As a result, everything that's gonna happen has already been pre-determined. All the suffering has been dreamed into existence, and there's nothing we can do about it.

In this song, Agent Orange is a metaphor for the destruction of the Earth's ecosystems, which isn't that far of a stretch, given that Agent Orange destroys ecosystems in real life.

The lyrics are:
Those fossil-dudes are spraying the land with Agent Pain
It's coming down like ancient rain, the stuff that melts your brain

Timmy and Bobby say it is probably
Leftover visions from people that once were living

The dreams of suffering were baked into this planet
Did God plan it? The eagle's dream has landed

Timmy and Bobby say they had a fossil-dream
Of things intially baked into reality

Visions of the storms that are now adorned with fires
Pissing flames in forms that are Agent Orange attired
Even at birth, the Earth, she already knew
For what it's worth, she was cursed from day 1 and 2
And we ask God, "What the fuck is wrong with this world?"
It's sticking in our craws, with bad luck we long for those pearls...
of wisdom, but fate has been baked like a cake
Into reality, "The date is too late," Jesus states.

Visions of the storms, adorned with Agent Orange

The ancient rain is crying because the land is dying
The angels' pain is sighing; at night, it looks like lightning

Here's another player-thingy, in case the one at the top doesn't work on your portable electronic device. (The top one works on my phone, but not my iPad or computer; the one below works on my computer and iPad, but not my phone).

I Was an Earthquake

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A few days ago, a possibility came to me: maybe I was an earthquake in a past life. Maybe my weird life issues I'm running into stem from karma from being a big earthquake in a past life. I never thought of that before, and it gave me some food for thought. I wonder if that can me - if people can have been earthquakes in past lives.

That's what this song is about: it oscillates between Timmy and Bobby talking about me being an earthquake in a past life, and me actually being that earthquake in present time. Lotta references are made to the 1906 Earthquake that happened in San Francisco. That particular earthquake is relevant to me cuz I had a whole bunch of family living in San Francisco at the time. Sometimes, I wonder if I have ancestral memories of that earthquake floating around in my head, cuz, y'know, I have a peculiar relationship to earthquakes.

The part of the rap that refers to butter flying up to the ceiling is an actual real-life thing that happened in the 1906 Earthquake. Apparently, when my ancestors went out to their kitchen after the quake happened, the butter they'd kept out on their kitchen table had flown up to the ceiling and stuck there. That's how intense the shaking was - butter actually flew up to the ceiling and got stuck there!

The second part of the song is a re-statement of the theme that came to me in July of 2019, a week after the big earthquake that happened in the LA area. See, after that big old 7 point something temblor (as they call them on the news), a song came to me. It was a song that had a profound impact on me, and I have a strong feeling the my ancestors, who were in the 1906 Earthquake, sent it to me. I felt like, because of that, I had to include that theme in this song.

This song also refers to the fact that, without earthquakes, California wouldn't be all mountain-y and hilly and lake-y. It'd just be this boring old flat plane, if there wasn't all that seismic activity. I wanted to speak to that, y'know, to give earthquakes credit for making California an interesting-looking place, topographically-speaking.

That theme starts out in A minor, but then I add a second guitar after 1 verse to make it into C major, like it is in the original song. But when I was singing, I hadn't added the second guitar, so I was singing it in minor (I mean, it's the exact same melody, either way). It's weird to hear the melody all major sounding even though it was minor when I sung it. It's kind of a weird music cognition experiment or something (my Ph.D. dissertation was in music cognition). Like, I wonder if my singing is sadder because I was singing it in minor than it woulda been if I'd been singing it in major. I wonder if it adds a weird depth or something to it that wouldn't've been there, had I been singing in a major-happy-sounding-key when I did it.

The guitars end up bein' all layered, so you gots A minor to F major on one guitar, and C, G, A minor, F on the other guitar, creating a weird old dissonance-jazz-chord-thingy.

But, in any event, now I know there's a possibility that I was an earthquake in a past life, and I wanted to write a song about it.

The lyrics are:
Timmy and Bobby said they celebrate the first earthquake; it is not the worst fate
Timmy and Bobby state I was once an earthquake, and I made the earth shake; it was my birthday

California is adorned with good topography; it is glorious in its forms, and it's sinking to the sea
I am trouble in the making in the shaking quaking ride; I am the earth, I am the earth, untied

Timmy and Bobby said it was a past life; it was my last life; I danced into the night
After I danced on by, I made Mount Shasta fly; I gave the earth a ride, and afterwards, I died 

California is adorned with good topography; it is glorious in its forms, and it's sinking to the sea
I am trouble in the making in the shaking quaking ride; I am the earth, I am the earth, untied

When it is the start, slowest is the part; it was still dark, in beds they were parked
Mountains and lakes are there all because of me, but I am the part they don't want to see
I make things better, but the butter, it did fly, up to the ceiling; and it made the people cry
I shook existence, but the people did not listen; it is 1906 and now the buildings, they need fixing
I am trouble in the making, it's a ride; I am quaking and I'm shaking and the earth has got untied
I made the butter fly with Lucy in the Sky; it is no lie: the earth, it is high

California is adorned with good topography; it is glorious in its forms, and it's sinking to the sea
I am trouble in the making in the shaking quaking ride; I am the earth, I am the earth, untied

Timmy and Bobby said the thing they have to state: I made the earth shake, I made the earth shake
With some tectonic plates: I was an earthquake, I was an earthquake

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

My mind is stupid but it's singing; I don't know why my ears have not stopped ringing
I'm blind and stupid but I'm learning; the world is turning but it won't stop burning

When it is the start, slowest is the part; it was still dark, in beds they were parked
Mountains and lakes are there all because of me, but I am the part they don't want to see
I make things better, but the butter, it did fly, up to the ceiling; and it made the people cry
I shook existence, but the people did not listen; it is 1906 and now the buildings, they need fixing
I am trouble in the making, it's a ride; I am quaking and I'm shaking and the earth has been untied
I made the butter fly with Lucy in the Sky; it is no lie: the earth, it is high

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

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


Here's another player thingy in case the original way of posting the songs no longer works on your device. This player thingy works on my computer and my iPad, but not my phone. And the original song player thingy works on my phone, but not on my iPad or computer.

Rough Mix of the Next Song

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 It's about an earthquake. I'll do a better mix and add description-y stuff tomorrow. It's another Timmy and Bobby song.

Loved Animals: Extendo Version

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This is the same song as yesterday, but there's more stuff at the end. See, I originally re-stated the entire rap at the end of the song, but when I mixed it down yesterday, I decided to lop most of it off. Then I decided to mix the whole thing down today cuz the extendo-version might float some people's boats. I was in the mood for an extendo-version today, so it's floating my boat currently.

As I mentioned yesterday, it's a song about how things changed when humans became not like other animals after the Garden of Eden. In retrospect, I'm also realizing it's a song about the nature of trauma. When a person has a major trauma, often his/her life before the trauma feels like a time of innocence. But, now that the trauma has happened, the rest of his/her life is a time of horrible, awful badness.

Post-Script: I realized last night "loved animals" can mean animals who are loved. Man, I'm slow on the uptake. When you get songs from dreams, sometimes you don't know what they're about. I was all, why does it say, "loved animals?" Shouldn't it be, "I loved animals," or "they loved animals?" I felt like it was a sentence with a missing subject. But then I heard it different last night and was all, oh, okay. It make me think of my kitties because they're loved animals (even though they're now non-corporeal). It has a different emotional charge, this song does, when you think of the chorus as referring to animals who are loved. Maybe all the stuff about Eden pertains to us bein' loved animals before we got stupid. Or maybe it implies that we're loved animals even though we're now stupid. And I think it also talks about regular animals as bein' loved, and wouldn't it be cool if we were like them?

Here's another player thingy cuz my original way o' posting it doesn't work on some o' my browsers (and other people might run into the same type o' technical difficulties as me).

Loved Animals

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This is another song I got from a dream. It's about how original sin made us not like other animals. Original sin made us suck and that's why I'm having all these health problems. Original sin is living inside me and wreaking havoc.

The lyrics are:
Loved Animals

Timmy and Bobby say it is probably messing with our heads in a setting I let in
What is this setting that I have let in? Messing my head in my worst, first, and best sin

Loved Animals

Garden of Eden is where we had our freedom, but now we are stuck in a mess
We are hardened from eating sins from that big old tree. We're dumb and proud and we say we're the best
Now we all are blind, cuz we lost our mind, and we cannot find, what we were one time, when we were all fine
Animals have ways, where we could not stay, cuz our minds are crazed, in a purple haze, ruining our days

Timmy and Bobby say it is probably simply a sob story of sins from a palm tree
I learned to read in the Garden of Eden. Now I am eating the crow I am feeding

Loved animals

I wish that we could go back to how it was but I'm dumb and my mind's made of fuzz
I cry cuz I'm feeling low and I say it's cuz I am bummed, and I cannot get buzzed
Animals, they say, there were better days, but we have lost our ways, even if we pray, we will still be crazed
And I'm feeling bad, that we all are mad, what a time we had, humanity's a fad, and now the earth is sad

Sad, now the earth is sad, now the earth is sad

Loved animal

Timmy and Bobby Song 11: Ants In My Pants/ Bacteria in My Brain

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The question of a bacterial infection came up last week. There's a possibility that the reason I'm having all these neurological symptoms is that there's bacteria in my brain. That's scary, but at the same time, once this covid thingy is over and I can go places again without the fear of getting sick and getting other people sick and making them die, maybe I might be able to do something about this brain stuff. This song employs a metaphor of ants in one's pants in order to discuss bacteria in the brain. Timmy and Bobby are concerned.

The lyrics are:

It is sitting inside of my brain

Microbes spitting: Their cries sing in pain

Timmy says they’ll sing a ringing song

Golden jets to move those things along

Things are making my thoughts go askew

It brings the shaking and knocks my world loose

Bobby says what Timmy says is true

Their song sings best in everything they do

I think bacteria is inside of my brain

Fighting back, I say, “Fuck!” to those frightening migraines

Timmy and Bobby say, “No” to those bad things, bringing

Stinging and throbbing their holes are filled with voices ringing

Armies of red ants

Are charming in their dance

But alarming in your pants

They’re harming you with grants

Wait, “Harming you with grants?”

…Of wishes that you wish you had never made

Delicious at the time but it is nightshade

Tricksters bickering, losing their game

With sinister, flickering, blue, singing flames

Worlds are gleaming and streaming in suns

With words that are singing in zeroes and ones

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Can I Sleep in Your Mouth?

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Dang, I ran into technical difficulties - if you have trouble playing this link, go to the player thingy at the bottom.

I got this song from a dream, yesiree.

I've heard of this phenomenon, where, if you're feeling off, you might have what is called, "a hitchhiker." A hitchhiker is a spirit that doesn't know to "go toward the light" when they die. They get stuck on Earth and oftentimes attach themselves to some human host in order to find a cozy place to go to.

This song is about the world changing really fast in such a way that lots of people die. (I'm not sure if it's about covid, or some future time when lots of people die; yeah, I'm not sure). In any event, in the song, I wake up to a voice asking, "Can I sleep in your mouth?" Then I ask Timmy and Bobby what's up, and they explain the scenario to me. That is, they explain the one I just explained above.

The lyrics are:

Spirits are singing, “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

Clear ditties ringing, “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

Who is saying, “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

My mind is praying. “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

What is it that I am hearing inside of my head?

Fucik and shit, I need a clearing; I’m talking to the dead

Timmy and Bobby said that humanity is weird

It is changing probably, but I can go have a beer

Timmy and Bobby said spirits are all around us now

Singing songs of the dead; here is the fall that makes us frown

Spirits want to find a way to make it so their minds will stay

Inside a mouth, inside an eye, the human mind don’t want to die

Things are changing. “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

It brings rearranging. “Can I sleep in your mouth?”

Can I sleep in your mouth?

If I try to go there, can I go to Heaven, go to Heaven? If I try to go there when I die?

I'm trying an alternative way to post these songs cuz I initially couldn't get into the account I usually use. Letsee if this player thingy works!

Timmy and Bobby #9

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This is another song that might suck; but I decided that last week's song doesn't suck. In any event, the song I posted just before this and the song I just posted before the song I posted just before this are dear old favorites of mine, so if this song sucks, go ahead and listen to those ones. Or just listen to them, even if this one doesn't suck.

The rap part uses the metaphor of an a thousand year old clock, which comes up in a graphic novel thingy I’m working on. It’s like, I’m really predictable, as predictable as an a thousand year old clock. And the nature of my predictability is my tendency to self sabotage over and over, which leads to my own self-destruction. Timmy and Bobby see that and want to make me stop doing it.

The lyrics are:

We are up in Heaven’s trees, singing with the honey bees

And we see that she’s in Hell, and we want to make her well

We are coming to get her, and she’ll know her voice is heard

We are listening from above, bringing songs on the wings of a dove

And we see her there, and we know that she will drown in air

And we see her there, and we want to tell her that we care

She’s a clock, not new on the block, a ticking tock

Like a rock, predictable knock, a sticking lock

She is a thousand years old, and now her story’s been told

Inside a newspaper rolled, let’s let the feelings unfold

She is an a thousand year old clock and every day

The same old way, and now she stays a rock that’s stuck in clay

And we have to rescue her now because her ways

Have made her go under her plough, she’s her own prey

We are Timmy and Bobby, are we, and our voices sing in bees

And we see that she might bleed, unless we do the kindest deed

We are Timmy and Bobby, are we; we’ll take her to the purple sea

We’ll take her to the land of the trees, we’ll let her know that she is free 

I Miss My Kitty Cats

Kitties 6th mix
This is a song about how much I miss my kitties and how I'm looking forward to seeing them when I die. Truth be told, I'm not sure what year I originally recorded this song. What happened was, I totally forgot about it, but then my iPod did this weird random-shuffle thing, and it came up. So I decided to record a backwards version and then post this version. The backwards one is scheduled for late August, and I was initially gonna post this the week after, but I got all impulsive and decided to put it up this week. It was a too-near-and-dear-to-my-heart song for me to wait that long to put it up.

Sinking Ship

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This song is a fusion of country music and hip-hop, yesiree. I went for that old timey country music feel, although it'd sound more old timey if it had banjos and fiddles in it. It's got references to Linkin Park's song, "Shadow of the Day," which is a song about a person who's lost hope and is looking forward to death. This song kinda riffs on that theme of hopelessness.

I 'sperimented with rapping a set of lyrics in one place and singing them in another place, in that old-timey country music style. Like, you get to hear two different takes on the same set of lyrics, yesiree. Timmy and Bobby cain't decide whether to listen to Willie Nelson or Linkin Park.

The lyrics are:

I am a sinking ship and I’m drinking

Fire that is shrinking all my thinking

Sad and dark my flame is a singing

Band, it’s a Park, whose name is Linkin

End Of The Day, they call it a Shadow

It’s on my way, and I’ll follow in a sad glow

There’s no more waiting, gotta get me gone

My ship is sailing to the big dawn

SAME AS ABOVE, EXCEPT FOR THE 3^rd LINE:

Sad, in the dark, my flame is a singing

In the breaking dawn, there is no more

But an aching song and a closing door

In the fading light, we’re going down

Like a failing kite, that’s run aground

A sinking ship is what I am

I’m thinking this will make me damned

Timmy and Bobby they are getting worried

They see me sobbing; my eyes are blurry

Timmy and Bobby Song #7

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Here's another song that might suck. It's basically about a spinal column. Like, it came from a dream, and the dream song lyrics said that "trying to integrate it is easiest when it's in the backbone." It compares my fucked up spinal column to a tower of doom. Yeah, this song might suck, like Timmy and Bobby state in the picture. Behind them is the Tower of Doom, which, as I said, is a metaphor for my fucked up spinal column. The very last part is a repetition from another song from a few months ago. I kept on hearing it in my head while doing this song, as if this song should lead into that song, so I stuck it in there. Oh yeah, and there's a sample of a grandfather clock in there.

The lyrics are:

I said I’m scared; what should I do?

They say they care and they’ll be there cuz they’re my crew

Timmy and Bobby say I’m fine

They want to see me go to Heaven in my mind

And we are trying to integrate it…it is easiest when it’s in the backbone

It is the tower of doom; when there’s no power, there’s gloom

And it is coming soon, the thunder’s bloom makes sounds that go boom

We felt the showers of sparks, and now we’re hidden in dark

It is the final spinal mind-blow that is hitting the mark

And they’re saying that they’re praying to the Heavens above

No mistaking, we’ll be taken on the wings of a dove

Timmy and Bobby want me to sing the song of the trees

Inside the land of with the band of lost tribe of honey bees

“How do I know?” is what I say

It’s Heaven’s glow where we will go on one fine day

And then they say that there’s an end

After this day, we’ll make our way ‘round Heaven’s bend

And we are trying to integrate it…it is easiest when it’s in the backbone

It’s the songs of the dead: I want to scream them into a microphone

Timmy and Bobby Song #6

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This is a song about being scared of dying and Timmy and Bobby tryin' to be reassuring. They're, like, telling me that death isn't so bad, and Heaven is a good place. And they're waitin' for me, there at the gates o' Heaven. There's a bear in the song, and I found a picture of Timmy and Bobby with a bear in it. There's a dog, too, in the picture. And a Willie Nelson poster.

The lyrics are:
To be gone, they are dreaming. Back to home - Heaven’s gleaming

Timmy and Bobby say it’s home; and you’ll never be alone

To be gone, they are dreaming. Back to home - Heaven’s gleaming

They’ll be waiting just outside Heaven’s gate - it’s open wide

It’s the ride there that makes me scared and aware, and I wish that I did not care (did not care)

If it’s bumpy, I will be jumpy and dumb, we are going into the air (to the air)

Timmy and Bobby said when it is the time,

We’ll be fine we’ll be dead, and inside Heaven’s mind

The best of you will be there, with a bear, and we won’t have any more cares

Heaven’s waiting round the bend, with bears that are playing in the den

Ancestral spirits and me, we are animals playing in the trees

To be gone, they are dreaming, back to home: Heaven’s gleaming