Backwards Song About Fire

BACKBURN

This is the backwards version of next week's song,which is about fire. Listening to it, the song makes me think of angels flying up to Heaven. It's got an angel-flying-up-to-heaven-sound to it.

Then We Got Stoned

WEGST0ND

This is a song about getting stoned. It's the next song in the album about a fucked up school. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The main character and her friend get baked and then they regret it - probably cuz it's some strong weed and it makes them all paranoid. They get stoned in the bathroom, but that isn't evident in the actual song. But they do - it's the bathroom where they get stoned.

Weird then we got stoned mix 2

 Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards (I had to dork around with the timing of the rhythm track relative to the vocal track to make it all line up).

Here are the lyrics:

Then we got stoned

We do not know why we thought it was a very good thing

We wonder why we thought it was a very good thing

Why do you think we thought it was a very good thing

We don’t know why we thought it was a very good thing

Then we got stoned

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.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.

Song Where I Hit The High G

DNWUTS01

 You'll get to hear, next week, that this is a song about getting baked when you turn it around backwards.

It is a song in which I sang a high G, which means I'm a step away from high A, which (according to Wikipedia) is how high sopranos sing. Wait, I'm not sayin' the singing is good, though. I'm just sayin' that I'm closin' in on that there old soprano vocal range, yesiree.

Where Are You?

WHERERU1

This song continues the theme about the girl's guardian angels not being able to find her (see below if you don't know what I'm talking about). The high voice is the girl singing about how shitty she feels, and the low, grandpa-ish voices are the angels wondering where she is.

Again, that old unconscious mind o' mine was up to its old tricks, makin' me realize I was writing a song about something I didn't know I was writing about. When I listened to the song shortly after recording it, I realized the angels' discourse, as well as the girl saying, "this is such a stupid day cuz my angels went away," makes me think about how I miss my cats, who have passed. I think there's a part of my brain that's still looking for them, even though consciously, I know they're not here anymore.

There's a scientific basis for that - clinical psychology research suggests that, when you lose someone you love, some part of your mind doesn't realize they're gone. Researchers state that the attachment system, which is the part of the brain that allows you to form bonds with loved ones, keeps on looking for those attachment figures after they're gone.

Yeah, that fits: There's a part o' me that's gonna be searching for those poor little kitties forever, I think.

Weird where are you
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Hiding in the closet from    /    Where are you

Things that make me think I’m dumb    /    Where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

All the teachers told me that    /    Where are you

I am stupid and a brat    /   Where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

We cannot see here and she cannot see us

And it feels like she did disappear the day she got onto that bus

Wish we could protect her but it feel s like she is far away

Did the school infect her we don’t know we cannot say

And she wonders did we disappear into the dawn

Lightning in the thunder and she thinks that we are gone

We would like to talk to her and tell her we are here

And we will protect her from the things that give her fear

This is such a stupid day    /    where are you

Cuz my angels went away    /    where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

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.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.