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Here's the next song in the series of songs about a fucked up school. (If you're new to this blog or don't know what I'm talking about, scroll to the bottom of this post for further explanation).
Yeah, so this song ain't about a literal death, but a figurative one. Like, it's a song about a day that changes one's life for the worse - and as such, it can feel like a death. In the narrative, the main character's guardian angels lose track of her because her mind got all distorted by the fucked up school on that day of poopy badness. It got fucked up and distorted by the fucked up school and all the dumb, boring lessons that turned her mind into mush. When one's mind turns to mush, it's hard to communicate with angels, probably because it's hard for a mushy, corrupted mind to pick up angels' signals. And it's hard for angels to pick up signals coming from such a mind because a mushy distorted mind ain't good at sending out telepathic signals.
In listening to the song, I think - autobiographically speaking - it's about my first day of kindergarten. That was a really stupid day, a day in which everything changed. Everything all turned into stupidness (it doesn't help when you have a kindergarten teacher who is evil and hates kids).
It's also about 2 days I can pinpoint in my experiences in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I ain't gonna say exactly which days they were cuz I'm not ready to be all open about that. I think I still need time to process those poopy events. But - FYI - it's nuthin' like what happened to the people in the lawsuit, described below. Yeah, I'm still puzzling out what all contributed to those 2 days of metaphorical death. It can be tricky to partial out what all accounts for bad events in your life. It's easy to say, "I didn't play any role in this," but in reality, more often than not, one contributes at least in part, to poopy events in one's life.
Oh yeah, the picture is the girl, who's the main character, and her friend waiting for the School Bus of Death. The girl has a unicorn on her lunch box.
Here's the next song in the series of songs about a fucked up school. (If you're new to this blog or don't know what I'm talking about, scroll to the bottom of this post for further explanation).
Yeah, so this song ain't about a literal death, but a figurative one. Like, it's a song about a day that changes one's life for the worse - and as such, it can feel like a death. In the narrative, the main character's guardian angels lose track of her because her mind got all distorted by the fucked up school on that day of poopy badness. It got fucked up and distorted by the fucked up school and all the dumb, boring lessons that turned her mind into mush. When one's mind turns to mush, it's hard to communicate with angels, probably because it's hard for a mushy, corrupted mind to pick up angels' signals. And it's hard for angels to pick up signals coming from such a mind because a mushy distorted mind ain't good at sending out telepathic signals.
In listening to the song, I think - autobiographically speaking - it's about my first day of kindergarten. That was a really stupid day, a day in which everything changed. Everything all turned into stupidness (it doesn't help when you have a kindergarten teacher who is evil and hates kids).
It's also about 2 days I can pinpoint in my experiences in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I ain't gonna say exactly which days they were cuz I'm not ready to be all open about that. I think I still need time to process those poopy events. But - FYI - it's nuthin' like what happened to the people in the lawsuit, described below. Yeah, I'm still puzzling out what all contributed to those 2 days of metaphorical death. It can be tricky to partial out what all accounts for bad events in your life. It's easy to say, "I didn't play any role in this," but in reality, more often than not, one contributes at least in part, to poopy events in one's life.
Oh yeah, the picture is the girl, who's the main character, and her friend waiting for the School Bus of Death. The girl has a unicorn on her lunch box.
Weird why did i die today
Here's last week's song if you play it backwards.
Here are the lyrics - the ones in blue are from the angels' points of view, the ones in red are from the main-character-girl's point of view, and the ones in white are the disembodied narrator (or maybe that's me, come to think of it):
She’s having a nice day / so now we can relax
Here's last week's song if you play it backwards.
Here are the lyrics - the ones in blue are from the angels' points of view, the ones in red are from the main-character-girl's point of view, and the ones in white are the disembodied narrator (or maybe that's me, come to think of it):
She’s having a nice day / so now we can relax
She’s having a nice day / but we will not turn our backs
She’s having a nice day / oh, wait, where did she go?
She’s having
a nice day / Oh, fuck, we do not know
And the teachers told us / that
the world is flat
And our minds got boring / the
longer that we sat
Just this
day, why did I die today?
And the teachers told us /
lather, rinse, repeat
Learn this stupid lesson / and
you will get a treat
Just this day, why did I die
today?
Oh fuck what did the teachers do
to her brain? / Took a wild animal and they made her tame
Listening to lessons in the
middle of the day / She would have been better off if they’d let her play
When her mind got boring / she
thought that she had died
A little bit of stupidness / is
what she felt inside
The angels could not find her /
because she lost her mind
To stupid, boring teachers /
that made the angels blind
Just this day, why did I die
today?
One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That's where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain't necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It's more of a weird, inner exploration where I'm, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff "active imagination."
One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That's where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain't necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It's more of a weird, inner exploration where I'm, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff "active imagination."
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