The Butcher's Gonna Die

The butchers gonna die

This song continues the theme of the teachers having nature brains and, consequently, a mountain talking to them (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project). Like most of the songs on this album, I got the hook from a dream. At first, I thought, what does a baker saying a butcher's gonna die have to do with an album about a fucked up school?

But, then, I realized the teachers are in touch with nature, and nature is sayin' to them the human race is gonna die. See, the human race is butchering the planet, and as a result of butchering their own planet, they're gonna die. In other words, "the butcher" is synonymous with humanity. "The baker" is the one sayin' it because the word, "baker" was a double meaning in the sense that a baker could be a person who makes bread, or someone who gets baked. I think baked people are more in touch with nature than non-baked people. As a result of getting baked and hearing nature, baked people are likely to get the message, from nature, of humanity's impending doom. In this song, the teachers are gettin' that same message cuz they have nature brains.

Coincidentally, I recorded this song on the weekend of the big earthquakes here in LA. Those earthquakes could be interpreted as the earth sayin' how mad she is at us humans. But I suppose an earthquake could be subject to other interpretations, as well.

Weird the butchers gonna die
This is last week's song, if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

There’s a mountain singing / Makes them want to cry

Stung with voices ringing / The butcher’s gonna die

They got dumb, their minds are smoky

Looks like they all took a tokey

They are dumb and they got crazy

Under  thumbs of things so lazy

Maybe the angels are driving this old car/ It won’t go far, stuck in some tar

Teachers are creatures that don’t have a pass /Missing some class/ They’re out of gas

How did they go nuts as almonds in a butt?

Now their minds are ruts and songs are getting stuck

They’re singing backwards in things that make them sin

You see the din? Looney’s the bin

Listening to nature / And their brains got fried

So sayeth the baker / the butcher’s gonna die

They got dumb, their minds are smoky

Looks like they all took a tokey

They are dumb and they got crazy

Under  thumbs of things so lazy

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.