We're Giving Them A Nature Brain

NATUREBR
This song is a continuation of the theme of the girl's guardian angels giving the teachers nature brains. (See the explanation below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The top picture is the angels giving them nature brains and the bottom picture is the girl with her friend; the girl is keepin' it in mind that the angels told her to keep it a secret, what they're gonna do to the teachers. Upon reflection, I'm realizing I made the picture of a brain too grey. I'm kinda wishing it had more of a pink-ish tone to it. Then again, I've never seen an actual human brain, so maybe that's what color it would be.

As a side note, I've been attempting to teach myself how to rap, and if you've heard a number of these songs, you'll know the rap-parts tend to oscillate between being something rappy (or almost rappy), and being weird poetry-ish stuff. Then I found this cool dude's website a while back, and he has all these nifty videos and an eBook that show you how to learn how to rap. In 7 weeks, you'll hear the song where I started following this guy's suggestions. Um, I mean, I'm not sayin' I'm good at rapping yet. But you might hear a difference in 7 weeks.

Here's the website I'm talkin' about: https://colemizestudios.com/  His name is Cole Mize, and he's really nice. He knows his stuff, yesiree.

No, but yeah, I would say that my rap skills are analogous to those of kid who knows how to play "Let's Go Band" or "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on the cello, and rappers who have been doin' it for a while, like Mike Shinoda, are akin to Yo Yo Ma. It's gonna be a long time before I'm as crafty and clever as them, those Yo Yo Mas of rap music. Yeah, I'm, like, not narcissistic enough to think I'm anywhere near as good as people who know their shit. That kind of skill takes years and years and lotsa hard practice to get to.

Poopist.

Weird nature brain
This is last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

We’re giving them a nature brain, we’re giving them a nature brain

We’re giving them a nature, giving them a nature, giving them a nature brain

I will keep it confidential, cuz they say it’s confidential

And I’ll keep it confidential cuz they say

Everyone’ll benefit from what we’ll do

All the teachers in the school will have something new

They will get to sit and knit in nature, ‘tis true

Singing timeless summers and they’ll never be blue

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. But then they realize that they don’t wanna actually harm the teachers, so they, instead, make the teachers' brains into nature brains ™, which are basically brains that hear communications coming from nature spirits. The angels do this because they think it’ll give those teachers more empathy, and will, in turn, be nice to the students.

Backwards Song With Nature In It

BANATURE

This is a backwards song that has nature in it...or, I mean, nature is in the forwards version of this backwards song. It is a song that sounds like whoever's singing it is tryin' to sound all uplifting. So I drew an uplifty-looking picture. It's hard to imagine something more uplifty than angels running around with a rainbow.

Let's Stay

Let's Stay

I'm posting this song really early because, although it's scheduled to be posted 22 weeks from now, I'm posting it today just in case I die before that date comes. I mean, I'm not planning on dying anytime soon, but you never know when your number is up. This song is too important for me to have it get lost to the world if I step outside and get hit by a bus.

When the date arrives for this song this song to come up in the sequence of songs about a fucked up school (see previous blog entries), I'll post the backwards and forwards version of it together. And I'll provide the explanation of what it's about, with respect to the girl in the fucked up school.

I think this song came to my soul because of the Big Earthquakes that happened here in Southern California. The picture, above, is my graphic novel characters goin' thru what I experienced in that there 7.1 earthquake. That old earthquake reminded me of my own mortality, and because of that, a death song came to me. A death song is a song that you sing when you're dying, to let the spirit world know it's you who's coming. (I think I got that right - my apologies to the indigenous cultures of this continent if I'm not clear on that concept, cuz I borrowed that idear from the ones that have death songs as part of their cultures).

I think I've had multiple death songs come to me throughout my life; as my spirit evolves through this lifetime, different songs come to me that would be fittin' to sing on the day of my death. I think this is the most recent one. It came to me in a dream. I want to thank this song for gracing me with its presence.

What do I mean by "gracing me with its presence?" Well, it's my belief that I've never written a single solitary song in my entire life. You might think that's weird-sounding, given the songs I've posted here, but I have the strong impression that every song that could ever exist already exists. When people write songs, they're not making shit up. They're hearing songs that are comin' to them. Songs that say, "hey, you're a good fit for me; I'd like you to bring me into the world." That's what I believe, anyway.

I have a weird relationship to earthquakes, too. My ancestors were in the 1906 earthquake in San Francisco. After this recent temblor (as they say on the news), I felt those ancestors' presences. There they were.

In any event, that's why I'm posting this here ditty 22 weeks early.

We Know The Family

FAMILY01

In this song, the guardian angels, who've decided to fight the teachers, remember they're not supposed to do harm because they're angels. They're like, oh, shit, we're angels; we can't harm the teachers cuz that's not our jam. We're pure. Pure beings aren't supposed to cause harm. So they decide - instead of fucking up the teachers - they'd enable the teachers to hear communications coming from nature spirits, in the hopes that it would give the teachers more compassion. I mean, I think anyone would develop more compassion than they previously had if they heard nature talkin' to them. That's what I think, anyway.

So, the angels decide to give the teachers nature brains. I guess you could say a nature brain is a brain that's similar to the brain of a shaman, but one that only receives messages from nature - not one that can do actual magic. The kitties meowing represent nature spirits talkin' to the teachers after they get that ability.

As I said last week, I found recordings of my baby sweet kitties meowing an octave apart and sampled 'em for this song. I miss those kitties, my late kitties. My sweet, late kitties. I get sad, thinking about how much I miss those kitties.

But, see what I did, below, with the pictures? There's a picture of Charlie, and then Daisy, and then Charlie, and then Daisy, alternating the same way their meows do in the song.

Weird we know the family
This is last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

The song lyrics are:

We know the family.

What is this mess we’re making? we’re supposed to be pure

And now our boots are shaking and we cannot find a cure

If we do something that’s wrong, it will make a karmic mess

And the day we meet our maker, we will have to… confess

We will fight the teachers but we cannot do harm

They are mean bad creatures and they’ll sound the alarm

We will do another thing, this is what we will do

We’re giving them a nature brain and they won’t have a clue

And they’ll meet the family that’s living in the trees

The family that’s all around, the teacher never sees

And they’ll meet the family that’s nature, unexplained

It’s a treat, but they cannot see the singing sky pees rain

We know the family

If you're unfamiliar with this project, read this:

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.

Backwards Cat Song

Backwards cat song

This song has my cats meowing backwards in it. Next week, you'll get to hear them meowing forwards. They're meowing an octave apart from each other.