Crazy Teachers

CRAZTCHR
In this song, the teachers have gone crazy and are admitting to themselves that a mountain is singing to them. They rant a bunch, those crazy teachers, and the raps are their ranting. I guess I probably shouldn't use the term "crazy," because you're not supposed to use that term when you're a therapist. I dunno, man. I mean, I know I shouldn't use it, but in reality, those teachers are crazy, and mad, too. They're not psychotic in the usual sense. They're just plain mad.

Weird crazy teachers
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Wait, butter’s on the ceiling, fate is a stronger feeling,

and we got so sad, nature’s getting mad

Hate is a hunger feeling, late is a longer dealing,

and it’s getting bad, nature has a dad

He’s getting in rowdy feelings in the din

She’s getting thin, cloudy dealings in the sin

It is the end of all time, it’s here

Keep my old friends near

They said that there is a mountain singing

In the night time it gets really loud

And the teachers said their souls are stinging

Underneath the shadow of a cloud

Did they all go crazy, and their thoughts are hazy, I don’t know what’s going on

And their minds are lazy, pushing up some daisys, bringing in the singing dawn

They say that they hear the birds are talking

In the knocking that is in their chest

And that time is ever present stalking

Come to steal those pigeons from their nest

Did they all go crazy, and their thoughts are hazy, I don’t know what’s going on

And their minds are lazy, pushing up some daisies, bringing in the singing dawn

Suck on my motherfucking buck, it’s as sucking lucking

duck inside a bay, Nature’s gone away

Muck in the sucker fucker stuck, it’s a badder lucker

Duck that is LA, nature’s gone stray

We are the bad teachers in the mess

Making the sad creatures in distress

It is the end of all time, it’s here

Keep my old friends near

They said that there is a mountain singing

In the night time it gets really loud

And the teachers said their souls are stinging

Underneath the shadow of a cloud

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 they don’t want to 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.  After the teachers receive those nature brains, they go crazy because a mountain starts speaking to them, and the numinosity of that experience is too much for them to handle.