CONFIDTL
In figuring out how to fight against the teachers, the angels decide to mess with their minds. Angels can do that cuz they're all supernatural and stuff. (See below if you're not familiar with this series of songs). In a rare moment where the girl can actually hear them, they tell her their plan for dorking up the teachers' brains, but they also tell her to keep that information confidential. I think maybe if word got out that the girl's guardian angels are gonna mess up the teachers, she might get in trouble.
The hook for this song came from a dream; I wouldn't be surprised if it was day-residue from the preceding work-day. What I mean to say is...this song reminds me of work because I have to keep things confidential when I do therapy for people. If you don't keep things confidential, you could go to jail.
I wouldn't want to go to jail. But I also wouldn't wanna tell people's secrets to other people, anyway, because that would be a shitty thing to do. That would be the ultimate shitty poop thing to do.
When I first recorded this song several months ago, I was afraid it'd stress me out because it might remind me of work. But it doesn't. Or, I mean, it reminds me of work, but it doesn't stress me out.
A couple notes: one might wonder what a poop-id is. It's a thing that rhymes with stupid, but it's also a combination of an id and a shadow. I dunno what Freud and Jung would think o' me mixing their concepts together, since the two of them didn't get along very well later in life. But, in any event, the id is the naughty part of the psyche, and the shadow is the disowned part of the psyche. Lots of people have poop in their shadows, I think. It follows that a poop-id would be the shadow self of a very uptight person. Y'know, you'd expect an uptight person to disown his or her id because those types of people don't like things that are naughty. Therefore, their ids get entirely subsumed under their shadows.
That brings me back around to the song. The teachers are rigid, uptight buttholes; and as such, one would expect them to disown their ids. Their ids are poop-ids. But the angels are plannin' to make them face those parts of themselves, thereby destabilizing their entire psychic structures and allowing the girl to regain her sense of self. Y'know, with the teachers bein' all destabilized, she can get a break from them and their oppressive natures that are stomping her down.
Weird keep it confidential
Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards.
The lyrics are:
Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards.
The lyrics are:
Keep it
confidential / Keep it confidential / Keep it confidential now
We’ll have
them praying to the Time-God
A single
sucking sound divine rod
Keep it
confidential / Keep it confidential / Keep it confidential now
We’ll have them pooping stooping backwards
In the fruiting looping they will lack turds
Can this be true that they’re talking
to me?
My angels did not run away, it’s them
that I can see
And they tell me that they’ll fight
the teachers that are bad
Singing songs (go) backwards in the
night that wishes had
And they tell me…keep it a secret
what they’ll do
They will fight the teachers and our
wishes will come true
And they told me confidential is the
way to go
Cuz I will get in trouble if the
teachers start to know
We’ll have them thinking they are stupid
A million miles inside the poop – id
Keep it confidential / Keep it confidential / Keep it confidential now
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. The angels
at some point decide that they have to protect the girl from those nasty
teachers and start to plot against them.
