Passion Plague

Passion Plague

I watched a documentary on YouTube recently called "Wireless Warfare," and the woman on it talks about how the cell phone towers and the routers in our houses and our cell phones and other wireless devices are emitting these wave-thingies that are ruining all our health. Then at the end she predicts a pandemic (but I was either not paying attention, or she didn't specify how all this leads up to a pandemic).

But, anyway, I decided to write a song about the ongoing pandemic from the the perspective of a made-up conspiracy theory of mine. The aliens who want to have humans not be on this planet anymore - so they can have it for themselves - have influenced the governmental powers and tech companies to put these things in our houses that make us vulnerable to getting sick. See, they make us sick in a special way - they make it so a common cold can kill us, even though it's just a common cold.

Don't ask me the mechanics of how that would work. I'm just the messenger, here. So, in any event, this song is about how stuff in our own houses is killing us and making us vulnerable to colds killing us, so there'll be no more humans anymore and aliens can have the planet for themselves.

On a side-note, this isolation is killing me, man. I want so bad to be near the people I love, and I can't get to even within a stones throw of them because I might be a plague carrier. If the fucking virus doesn't kill us, the fucking social isolation, itself, will kill us all! I mean, we're social primates. The only thing that makes us strong is our togetherness. And we don't have that anymore.

Well, we do have it, via the internet. But if this song is correct, we're killing us even faster with our internet meetings, exposing us to oodles and oodles of those microwaves or whatever are are coming off our wireless devices and killing us.

It’s a matter of time

Is this what he was feeling inside?

He feels like shit and piss,

and it makes him want to die.

It’s a matter of time

Is this what he was doing in there?

He fees likie nothing’s good

And he don’t know longer care

It’s a matter of time

Is this the way to get home?

I got lost and I could not find my phone

If my feelings are correct

I’ve been stealing what I should collect

It’s a matter of time

This is it, it is the last day

Shit, we sit in the passion play

Aliens have come to get rid

Of the human dream, old and kids

Now we’re dying of ‘lectric wires

Passion plays with us starting fires

This is it, it is the last day

Shit, we sit in the passion play

Aliens have come to get rid

Of the human scum, old and kids

Now we are dying of ‘lectric wires

Passion plays with us, starting fires

A common cold can now push us in our graves

Aliens have come with a passion plague

It is coming now through our wires

The human race will frown, now it is retired.

Is this the way to get home

I got lost and I could not find my phone

Where’s my family? I’m alone

Scared, lost, and sad: Guess I will get stoned

Gas Station

Gas station

The angels are looking for ways to get the girl a job after graduation. Then, they get lucky and locate a really nice man, named Bob, who owns a gas station. (See below, if you're unfamiliar with this project.) Since angels are able to talk to people in their sleep, they decide to use that ability to influence Bob to give the girl a job when she comes by, looking for one. What I mean to say is: they tell Bob, while he's sleeping, to give the girl a job when she comes around.

I mean, my personal opinion is, if Bob's looking for someone to work at his gas station, he'll definitely give the girl a job if she applies, because he'll be able to tell she's a good worker.

But, then again, it might be the case that the angels influence Bob to put the "Help Wanted" sign up there in the first place.

Or, maybe, the angels have so much anxiety about getting the girl a job, that they talk to Bob in his sleep to encourage him to give her a job, just to make 100% sure he hires her. Y'know, they do it, just for good measure.

This is what last week's song sounds like if you play it backwards.

Weird gas station

The lyrics are:

There is a man, he’s really nice

We talk to him in his sleep

We know he can give her a job

And it’s something she can keep

We know a man who owns

a gas station

And he’s gonna give

 the girl a job

It is our plan, we know

It’s something fate sent

And we know her friend can come along

He is really nice, she’ll like him realy well

In a singing paradise that gets her out of hell

In the station then, she’ll go to her job

With her mate, her best friend, it won't be a problem

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. In the meantime, the girl and her friend are getting more and more nervous about graduation approaching and not having jobs; so, they turn to beer to help them cope with their anxiety.

Songs of the Dead

SONGDEAD

I'm posting the backwards and forwards versions of this song in the same week, cuz I feel a sense of urgency about the whole thing. After this, we'll get back to our regularly scheduled fucked up school album programming.

This song is about wanting to sing the songs of the dead on behalf of them. See, I was writing in my journal one morning, and the words came to me, "I want to sing the songs of the dead; I want to scream them into a microphone." 

I was, like, attempting to communicate with the parts of my psyche that might be creating or exacerbating my health issues, and all this crazy stuff came out, including the lyrics of this song's hook. Carl Jung's sermons to the dead came to mind - but then I realized the dead don't have to be this abstract, mysterious concept. What I mean to say is, there're are people who are dead, who have really impacted my life. It makes me sad that they're dead.

So, the idear of singing on behalf of Mister Rogers and Chester Bennington came to my mind; they sang lots of songs while they were alive. So, in a sense, this song is about wanting to sing their songs in order to honor them and stuff. When I say the stuff about Chester bein' a lifelong friend, I don't mean it to sound creepy or stalker-ish. It's more like, his music continues to inspire me an will inspire me for the rest of my life, y'know. Like, his music impacted me the way a good friend impacts your life. That's what I mean when I talk about him in this song.

Mister Rogers, what can I say? He was the speaker at my graduation from Dartmouth. He gave an incredible speech, the best you could imagine. Sometimes when I get scared or sad, or both scared and sad, I think of Mister Rogers. Like, what would he say to me? The world is a kinder place because of him.

The ending/outro part is comprised of excerpts from songs that I've done in the past. Those're songs that I'd like to sing while I'm dying if I have the presence of mind to sing them while I'm dying. They're also songs that I wouldn't mind people singing on behalf of me once I'm gone.

I'm not sure, but I'm wondering if the covid virus is prompting this song, in a sense. It's terrible how many people are dying. I wanna sing on their behalf, too.

BACKDEAD

Here's the backwards version of the song, which I recorded today.

Weird songs of the dead

Here's the backwards-turned-around version of the song.

Fred Rogers said he might be dead
But in our hearts, he's still a part, inside our heads
When Chester said, "It's in the end,"
I did not know that he would be a lifelong friend

It's the songs of the dead, I want to scream them into a microphone

Mister Rogers said
Like you as you are
Wish he wasn't dead
I would have a star
Someone to talk to and listen to real good
A good sun to flock to that glistens, he could
Mister Rogers said
He would like to see
Yes, his name is Fred
Wish upon a tree
I wish that he could come right as I speak
Oh, fuck, I feel like I'm shit up a creek

When my name is nothing more than a momentary pause in the words next door
Hey, hey, trouble shares my name with you

I have ears that don't stop ringing; my mind is broken, but I can't stop singing

Backwards Song With Gas In It

BACKGAS1
This here backwards song sounds all formal, like it's being sung by guys in a choir or something.

Help Her Out

Help her out mix 3

The girl is still in a state of freak-out, and it's getting worse. I mean, her emotional state is getting progressively worse. (See below, if you're unfamiliar with this project.) The angels are also in a freak-out because of her freak-out. They realize that they gotta redouble their efforts to help her out, and, as such, they decide that they gotta find her a job. The high, soprano voice is the girl, and the grandpa voices are the guardian angels.

Here's last week'song if you play it backwards:

Weird help her out

The lyrics are:

My mind is feeling scared/ but part of me don’t care

She’s emancipated, but, well / we anticipate her hell

When you take the arrow out, / there’s a hole, oh fuck, we shout

I’m empty, filled with fear/ time sends me wilted beer

This went down not very well / and we frown cuz she’s in hell

She will find this crazy world / is unkind to spacy girls

Messy room in her mind, it is feeling…like

Summer time, it is a crime….no job to go to

Stressing, due to the time, she is reeling…cuz

Not a job that she can find…it’s a problem, oh poop

We will help the girl…we will do it

Navigate the world…it is stupid

She will not be lost…we will

Find a real nice boss that’s the deal

I can’t find my home address / and my mind’s a broken mess

Yes, we gotta help her out / cuz she’s stuck inside a rout

We will find the girl a job, um / and this world won’t be a problem

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. As graduation approaches, the girl and her friend get more and more nervous about not having a job afterwards, so they turn to beer to help them cope with their anxiety.

Backwards Song About Help

BACKHELP

This backwards song sounds to me like sad people, looking out the window on a rainy day, thinking about what it would be like if there was sun. See, the sad part sounds like the sad people part of the picture, and the happy part sounds like the sun in the thought bubble part of the picture.