Parasitic Host

PARAHOST
Here's the next song in Timmy and Bobby Album #3. See, I initially did a Timmy and Bobby album back in 2009. Then I did the next one over the last few months. This is the third one. As I mentioned last week, I'm challenging myself to write a rock opera thingy that doesn't need a libretto. In other words, I'm hoping to tell a story in such a manner that the listener only needs to rely on the songs and not have a bunch of extra explanation in order to know what's going on.

But, as usual, I'm a fan of writing, so I'll say what this song is about, anyway. The main character is me, and while last week's song was sung from Timmy and Bobby's point of view. They went over to my house and I was acting weird. In this song, it's the same set of events, but from my point of view. This album is about demon or spirit possession. Or maybe some other kind of possession. It's about possession, yes it is.

The lyrics are:
My thoughts feel like I'm thinking
In somebody else's head
Listening to songs singing
From the Land of the Dead

Am I who I say I am, or am I just a ghost?
At the most, I might just be a parasitic host

I am getting the feeling
That my thoughts are not mine
Spirits sit on my ceiling
Singing backwards in time

Am I who I say I am, or am I just a ghost?
At the most, I might just be a parasitic host

My friends came over here
They brought some Clover Beer
They said it is a brand that they just heard about
It is fine, it is dandy, and it tastes like stout
Then they saw the look in my eyes
Something was wrong, and they cried
At the end of the evening, I was gone
And my friends said they would call me later on

I am getting the feeling that my brain is on fire
Someone's stealing my thinking, and it is getting dire

Timmy and Bobby are nice
They are the guys that I like
They know that something is wrong
My face shows my mind's getting gone
Timmy and Bobby are scared
They said they would call me cuz they care
They said they would call me later on
They are scared my mind is getting gone

Am I who I say I am, or am I just a ghost?
At the most, I might just be a parasitic host

Here's another player-thingy just in case the one above is incompatible with your portable electronic device. (The one at the top work on my phone, but this one is really slow on it. This one works on my computer and my iPad, though.)

Operatic Evil Backwards Sng

BACKEVIL

 This is another one of those operatic sounding backwards songs.

Addendum: this is one of those songs I have on a timer that I meant to have as a backup in case I had a week where I wasn't able to post a new song. I was gonna push the publication of this to late October, but I guess the timer already went off: When I looked, 5 people had already looked at this post. I feel like I'd be a dick if I made this posting disappear, given that one of those 5 souls might want to revisit this, so I'm gonna just leave it here. This is the backwards version of a song I did back in the winter, when I was in a really dark time. Not that this song sounds that dark, though. It sounds kinda jolly.

Here’s another player thingy for this week’s song.

I thought it looked nifty, but I think it looks the same as the one I already posted.

Something Wrong With Her

STWRONG1'
This song is the second song of my new project; it's the next Timmy and Bobby album, which deals with the subject of possession, y'know, by demons and spirits and such. I'll unpack what this new project is.

See, when I decided to start learning how to do rap music back in 2017, it was with a specific goal in mind. At the time, I was writing a rock opera, and I thought rap music would be great for doing the detailed-explanation parts of the piece because it's so lyrically dense. I didn't realize at the time that someone had already thought of doing the same thing when they did the play, Hamilton. But I sorta don't care. I mean, I didn't steal their idea; it came to me independently; and, besides that, even if I stole their idea, I sorta wouldn't care.

But, in any event, even though I've been regularly usin' rap as the explainy parts of my music stuff, I've still had the need to write long old librettos in order for the listeners to know what was going on with the character and the story and stuff. Like, my raps sounded all nifty and poetic (at least to my ears), but there were still gaps that needed to be filled in by big bunches of detailed explanations.

So, this song is the second song of an album where I'm challenging myself to fill in all of the gaps in the plot in the actual music, in the actual singing and rapping. This here album is about possession, like I said above. And I'll probably call it something along the lines of "Possession."

But, I'm still me, and I still feel the need to write about what the song's about. Hopefully, it's apparent in the lyrics, but this song's about Timmy and Bobby going over to their friend's house and finding her acting peculiarly. (That friend is me, but that's kinda sorta explained in the previous song) (or, at least I hope it is).

The lyric are:
She had something wrong with her, dunno what it was, dunno what it was
Did she take a bong hit, or i it just because her mind is filled with fuzz?

My name's Timmy, and I'm skinny. 
And I'm Bobby, not so thin, see
We went over to our friend's place
There was something wrong with her face
One of her eyeballs was bigger than the other one
We were't sure what this was; something must be done
And she talked like she was a demon in a craze
Being stalked by something that makes her mind a haze

She had something wrong with her, dunno what it was, dunno what it was
Did she take a bong hit, or is it just because her mind is filled with fuzz?

We hope that she will get better

She's doped, right down to the letter

and we'll call her later on

We hope that her mind's not gone

She is sick as a dog, with a shitty kennel cough

And a mind, thick with fog, that does not seem to burn off

And we hope that she will be her old self again

Singing tropes, with something she wrote with a blue pen

Is our friend possessed? Is our friend possessed?

Crap, I can't get the embedder thingy to work, but if you have trouble playing the player thingy above, click the link below:

Other player thingy

Oh, wait, I think I figured out how to make it work - here's the player thingy, in case the one up top doesn't work on your portable electronic device:

Possession

POSSESSD

This is a song about being possessed by a demon, or else a spirit that doesn't necessarily have the best of intentions. I'll add the lyrics in a little while.

Okay, yeah, here're the lyrics.

The lyrics are:
Singing songs in whispers
Gives my feelings blisters
"What is going on?" I'm saying
Maybe this old song is praying

When I found I had lost words
I had feelings in monsters
"What is going on?" I'm saying
Maybe this old song is praying

Timmy and Bobby said it is probably a thing that is under my skin
I started sobbing; that is the problem: I'm singing the monsters within
My eyes started stinging, I started shrinking, and then I was covered in sin
I need a shaman to fix all my problems and I don't know where to begin

Jesus said He is praying
Please just make my mind sane again
"What is going on?" I'm saying
Maybe this old song is praying

They said that I am feeling distressed, and it's cuz I have gotten possessed
Now it is clear that it is a spirit that's not feeling like it can rest
Timmy and Bobby said they can probably come help me get everything clean
I said, yes, please, can you come to me? I am scared cuz the spirit got mean

Here's another player-thingy, just in case the one above doesn't work on your portable electronic device:

Louder Than a Whistle, Softer Than a Stone: Part 2

WHISTL22
When I was listening to last week's song, I realized the ups and downs in my voice in part of the rapping-part made a melody. That melody got stuck in my head, and I decided to make a new song outta it. Or, maybe it's more like a reprise of last week's song. Maybe it's that.

The theme of this song is how when you major, horrible-awful-bad health problems, it makes you feel all alone. Then, Jesus comes down and says, "you're not alone." Then, my spirit sez, that's really nice, and it'll be better when I have some proof of that. It's not that I don't believe Jesus or anything. It's more like, it's hard to believe there's anything good in this world when you've been suffering a bunch.

No, wait, I don't wanna cast doom and gloom all over this here song, cuz it's kinda upbeat and all that. Then at the end of the song, you get to hang out some more with Timmy and Bobby. Good Timmy and Bobby.

This song also speaks to how, when you're young, you don't think any bad health stuff is ever gonna happen to you. It's like, you smoke pot and drink booze with your friends, and you feel like you're always gonna having a good time, smoking pot and drinking booze. Sometimes when you're young, you smoke pot and drink booze in trees, cuz when you're young, you're agile enough to be able to climb up trees and smoke pot and drink booze in them. You smoke pot and drink booze, not having an inkling or a clue about the horrible things that might happen to you.

Oh yeah, there's also a part of this song where I reprise a bit o' rap from the clock song from a long time ago; then, I do a variation on that there rap, just for kicks. I think that's about all you need to know about this here song.

The lyrics are:
My health concerns make me alone, and I will burn, chilled to the bone
Deliver me now - I don't care how - take me to Heaven on wings of a cow

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Can you hear me whisper, "Don't leave me alone?"
Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Voices sing like missiles, coming through your phone

Health is something that you think will never fail
Now I feel like crap, I'm shrinking, ever pale
When you're young and dumb, you think you will escape
Being under thumbs of things that feel like rape
We were young, we were dumb, under nobody's thumb
Drinking rum, but days would come, and now we're feeling really bummed
It's no joke that we spoke of the toke that we smoked
On the oak with the folks, we thought that we would never croak

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
I prickle like a thistle, but don't leave me alone
Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Voices sing like missiles, coming through your phone

Timmy and Bobby want to see me get well, they want to
They want to see me go to Heaven, not Hell, they hum a tune
Timmy and Bobby want to see me feel fine, they want to
They want to see me go to Heaven on time
Timmy and Bobby want to see me feel like I'm fine
Simply not stopping, we want to flee to Heaven's mind
Heaven is inside this vocal-stream: What do I mean?
Words go up, words go down, melodies do not frown
When you talk, it's a knock, and a rap, like a clap
Vocal things start to sing, when time is King, bells will ring...

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Jesus has epistles that come from Heaven's phone
Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
singing-words, like missiles, say I'm not alone

Let's prove that to my soul

Timmy and Bobby had a nice thing to say
Had a nice thing, had a nice thing, had a nice thing, had a nice thing, had a nice thing

Let's prove that to my soul

Here's another player-thingy, in case the one above isn't compatible with your portable electronic device. Just an FYI: this mix is quieter than I want it to be - if you go to the actual podcast thingy this embedded thing is from, you can turn up the volume.

Louder Than A Whistle, Softer Than A Stone

WHISTLE1
This song riffs on the idea that songs (and other art, for that matter) come from other worlds. In this case, songs, come from a golden world of sunshine, not unlike how our planet used to be, before people wrecked it. In wrecking said planet, we created a species (us, in other words), who are crippled by fears of abandonment, because we're so fucked up, lacking a community, and lacking a connection to nature, like we used to have. It's another Timmy and Bobby song.

The lyrics are:
Timmy said that sunshine's bringing things that make trees start their singing
Bobby knows well when the world was singing, trees were bringing ringing

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Hear me when I whisper, "Don't leave me alone."

What if this song is stolen from an Eden? Now, it needs re-seeding
My mind is gone, broken, receding, it is needing feeding

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Hear me when I whisper, "Don't leave me alone."

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone; I prickle like a thistle, but don't leave me alone
A golden sun-shining world gave me this song
I stole it from times when people sang along
Ancient melodies are coming through my ears,
Telling me to sing away my crying fears
Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone, voices sing like missiles, coming through your phone
I was scared to rap, but I got over it
Voices sing like claps that make old Rover sit

Timmy says now dreams are bringing things that make our hearts start singing
Bobby says how Heaven sings with things that make the bells start ringing

Louder than a whistle, softer than a stone
Hear me when I whisper, "Don't leave me alone."

Here's an alternative player-thingy, in case the one on here doesn't work on your portable electronic device.

Addendum: When There's No One Around

NO1AROUN
Yesterday night, after I'd posted this song, I realized what it's about. That's the odd thing about these songs I get from dreams - often, I don't know what they're about, even when I'm in the process of word-smithing the lyrics. I realized last night, wait, this song is about how animals go off to be alone when they die.

Bein' alone, y'know, when there's no one around, is a good thing for animals to do when they die - depending on your belief system (and both are addressed in this song), it's easier to either merge into the collective under those circumstance, or it's easier to access Heaven. Yesiree. (See yesterday's entry for the lyrics and a longer description of this here ditty).

Here's an alternative player-thingy for if the one above doesn't work with your portable electronic device.

When There's No One Around

NOONARND

 I did 2 mixes of this here song; I think the top one might be better cuz the bottom one is the distorto mix. Dang. But I included both, just in case the top one sucks.

NO1AR0UN

This song has a weird, abstract theme to it.  It's about how, if you're all by yourself, you're not distracted by other people.  You're not distracted by their presences or voices or any of that. If you're alone long enough, and all the voices get quiet, including the ones in your own head, do you start to merge with your environment?

Maybe people're already merged with their environments and they don't know it. You can't have a figure without a ground.

I use the example of an earthquake in the rapping part because tomorrow's the anniversary of the medium sized earthquake we had a year ago, and the day-after-tomorrow is the anniversary of the big earthquake we had a year ago. In this example, I'm riffing on the idea that, when there's an earthquake, it's not just the tectonic plates shaking. An earthquake is more than just the tectonic plates shaking. It's also the buildings swaying, the dogs barking before it happens, the scared people running around, the people standing in doorways, and the doorways, themselves. Why would I say that?

It's cuz if there was an earthquake in the middle of nowhere, where there were no buildings or people, it'd be a completely different event than if it was in an urban area. It would just be some shaking. The cacti and birds would forget about it shortly thereafter, even if it was a real big one. But if the same, big earthquake hit a big city, it'd be an entirely different event. There'd be lots of scared people, buildings swaying, and probably actual damage and stuff. They'd be different earthquakes, altogether. So, I'm toying with the idear that, as a result of being in a  big earthquake a year ago, I WAS the earthquake. So, there.

The lyrics are:
Timmy says that we might bleed into Heaven's singing trees
Bobby says when you're alone, singing comes from Heaven's phones

When there's no one around

Ancestors are singing with songs that give you Heaven's lift:
Ringing chimes when you're alone, singing rhymes that talk to stones

When there's no one around

When there's no one around, I can start to see what it is to bleed into things
I am both the figure and ground, the scenery, I become the trees singing rings
When the Earthquake, it shakes, I become the thing it makes
It's the birthday, with cakes, what the fuck? Oh goodness sakes.
If there's scared people in it, it's a different kind of beast
Than when nobody notices or cares that it has ceased

Melting into pools of time, singing songs with Heaven's rhyme
When you find that you're alone, you will climb to Heaven's throne

When there's no one around


Here's a 3rd mix: (They probly all suck):

NO1AROUN