Ooyswhich

OOYSWICH
Whoops, I accidentally drew the illustration for next week's song. My sense of time is all fucked up cuz I thought it was next week. This is one of those backwards songs that's got a different mood to it than the frontwards version. This one is all spacey and dreamy sounding.

Yay, I finally got to say livedd. Y'know, that's what "devil" sounds like backwards. This song also has the word "poop" in it, because "poop" is in the frontwards version, and poop is the same both ways. Yay, me.

Sad Demon-Man Song

SAODEM0N
This is a song about a man, at the end of his life, who is sad because the most-importantest-people-to-him are all dead. And he's sitting there, looking back at all his regrets. See, an element of my unconscious came to me and told me he'd like me to record a song from his point of view. I did.

Weird sad demon song

Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

Here are the lyrics:
   
I stole things from my mother / I took a feathered fan

The people said, “oh brother / why can’t you be a man?”

I took it cuz I miss/ the people who it’s from

I know the world got pissed/ and they think that I am dumb

I’m a worthless liar / and I have red hair

Disappear into the mire / in a life that isn’t fair

I’m a demon who is screaming / sowing seeds of yesterday

Need a password to go backwards/ so you’ll never go away

Why did they die I am a mess

Stupid dumb demon in a dress

Why did they have to go away

I cannot stand my life today

I’m a spider that’s caught in the web that it spun

I’m sitting in the dark cuz I’m scared of the sun

Down in the dirt I cry a lot

But it don’t hurt if I smoke some pot

The rap/weird poetry part at the end is the same as the first one, except that "life that isn't fair" is replaced with "world that isn't fair."

Shit, I'm realizing I probably should have drawn the illustration of the guy with him wearing a dress, to go with the song lyrics. Oh, well.

Turd In It

TURDINIT
This is another one of those backwards-songs. I called it "Turd In It" because the word "turd" presents itself in the song. The picture of the demon-man will make more sense when I post the forwards-version next week.

And here's a link to the comic book I just finished writing. Woohoo!
The Adventures of Jesus and Chief Running Dog: Sunday Depresso, Part 1

Here's what the cover looks like:

It's a book about 2 depressed guys, and you only see them on Sundays, being depressed about having to go to work the next day. 

Daisy Charles is my nom de plume; I named myself after my cats, Charlie and Daisy.

Charlie and Daisy want you to buy this book.
The Adventures of Jesus and Chief Running Dog: Sunday Depresso, Part 1

Song About a Bug Getting Stoned

BUGST0NE

This is the next song in the continuing series of songs sung/rapped from the point of view of my shadow (see entry from September 20 for an explanation of what I'm talking about). This song is about the part of my shadow complex that's an annoying, buzzing insect. See, in the song, someone is smoking weed, and a bug flies into the smoke and gets stoned. That's what the song is about. It's about a bug that accidentally smokes pot.

Note: when I use the term, "rap," I'm usin' it loosely. I'm not sure if those spoken-word parts of the songs are actual rap, or if they're just weird poetry.

Oh, yeah, and in case you're wondering why the same comic strip characters keep on appearing in the song illustrations, those are the characters in my graphic novels.

Weird bug song

 Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards. The rhythm of the singing part is kinda different from the regular version.

Here are the lyrics:

You flew right into the smoke! Oh, shit, you just took a toke!
You are a bug who is stoned. And you can never go home.
You flew right into the weed. Now in your brain, there's a seed.
Mental direction you drift. It caused a big, mighty rift.

I am just a stupid, buzzing bug, blind as a bat, shitting all over the rug
And I'm stupid and careless, and no one gives a fuck,
When I'm burned down to ashes, swimming seas of bad luck
No one remembers that time of year, when mosquitoes painted rainbows inside their ears
In the days, when their heads were in the clouds
Grinding over timeless, purple shrouds.