Food Going Bad Inside My Refrigerator

 

FOODBAD1

 I'm continuing with the theme of comparing relationships going bad with food going bad in the refrigerator. See, years ago, a friend o' mine told me if you have milk in the refrigerator and you discover it's gone bad, it'll still be sour if you put it back and try it again later. He said it's the same with relationships - if you broke up with someone cuz things were bad and then decide to get back together with him, that badness will still be there just like the milk in the fridge. 

The lyrics are:
I don't feel quite right
I lost my appetite
I don't feel too pleased
With bad, stinky cheese

Food going bad inside my

(food going bad)
You're food going bad inside my
(food going bad)
Refrigerator

 (You are bread that's stale and you should set sail)

Refrigerator

(Down the garbage pail, hanging with junk mail)

Once a healthy meal
Now is hell on wheels
And it might sound mean
But you're curdled cream

You're food going bad inside my
(You think this is love)

You're food going bad inside my

(But you will get shoved)
Refrigerator
(Down the garbage pail with the old junk mail)

Refrigerator

(Cuz you're bread that's stale and you should set sail)

You can go off into space
It's a cryogenic place
Where the frozen meals are had
And they never will go bad

You're food going bad inside my

Refrigerator

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top craps out when you try to play it on your portable electronic device:

When I'm Flying Away

 

FLYAWAY1

 This is the next song in the series of songs about possession. Like most of my songs, the hook came from a dream. Anyway, in this here little ditty, the me-character is getting more and more taken over by the fire-god. She and the fire-god are fixin' to fly up to the sun, which is his home. The me-character doesn't really care about anything any more, and she's just goin' along with the fire-god's wishes. It's a combination of getting confused about whether she's her or whether she's the fire god, and just bein' too tired of fighting this thing. Like, okay, go ahead and take me to the sun. I don't care.  

Different characters sing different parts - I'll go ahead and color-code the lyrics so you know who's singing what. I'll make the me-character red and Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley blue. And I'll make the parts where everyone sings purple.

The lyrics are:

When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
But we care and we know
When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
That fire god stole the show

This might be the end
And we've got to save our friend

When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
The fire god thinks he belongs
When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
in her, he's getting strong

This might be the end
And we've got to save our friend

It's a piggy-back ride, she's riding the tide
With the thing that's inside, up to the sunny-side
We are her friends, and we are getting worried
Is it her end? She seems...in a hurry
Our friend is toast, and now we must confide
Her goose is roasted, cooked on the sunny-side
He wants to take her to the sun
But if he does, she'll be cooked like a bun

When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
She thinks that she is him
When I'm flying away, I don't care anymore
With flames, her eyes get dim

This might be the end
And we've got to save our friend

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up at the top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

Never See You Again

 

NEVERSEE

This is a break-up song; I haven't written a break-up song in a million years. Yes, indeed, it was time to write another break-up song, indeed, indeed. In this song, the metaphor of going all the way to Mars was used - as in - with the type of break-up where you don't talk to the other person, they might as well be all the way on Mars, since you'll never interact with them again. I also used the metaphor of food rotting in the fridge - as in, keeping this dude around is about the same as keeping food rotting in the fridge. But if that rotting food went to deep space, it'll be cold enough, colder than a drink on the rocks, to preserve said rotting food. Everybody wins!

The three meows at the beginning were the samples I used for the loop. I changed the pitch, such that the 3 layered meows are all C's in the first part of the loop, and then they comprise a C major chord in the second half of the loop. It makes for a weird, cool hip-hop kitty sound.

They lyrics are:

Never see you again
Never see you again

You are off to mars where they drink the stars
Never see you again
In a rocket ship on the longest trip
Never see you again

Never see you again

Everything has to end
Never see you again

When you get to mars you will find the bars
Never see you again
With the strongest drinks that make thoughts extinct
Never see you again

How did you become something past
the expiration? Now you won't last
And I see a frown on your face
Because it is time to go off to space

You need a deep freeze that my fridge don't give
Go to deep space, please, so you'll get to live 

You'll go bad inside my dumb ice box
But in space you'll be cool as drinks on the rocks

You are off to space with a smiling face

Never see you again

To the very best bars on the planet Mars

Never see you again

Here's the alternative player thingy, just in case the one up top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

When 5 Comes Up

 

5COMESUP

 Timmy, Bobby, Father O'Malley, and I go out to the valley of bears. The bears tell us there're five of us; we're confused, until they tell us the fire god is the number 5th of us.

The words of the hook are all dream-like cuz I got ‘em from a dream. At first it sounded to me like some weird non-sequitur-ish thingamagigger, but then,  in retrospect, I realized it did make sense in the context of the song. 

The lyrics are:

We are heading to the val-
ley O'Malley said has bears
We hope that maybe they shall
free our friend because they care

When 5 comes up, you already hear the one

Wait, whose voices do we hear?
What's that 5-thing, we're not clear
Say, we think they might be spir-
its of bears, and we don't fear them

When 5 comes up, you already have the one

You say you are only four, but we see that there are five of you standing there
We know the fire god lore, we have things that give us knowledge cuz we are bears
We see the girl has a fire god inside her taking over, even though she is a fighter
And now her world has turned into a big blur, she don't know if she's a person or a lighter

When 5 comes up you already hear the one
When 5 comes up, you already have the one

Will they tell us what to do?
We'll wait for the thing they do
In the valley that has bears
They are pals because they care

Here's the alternative player thingy in case the one up top doesn't work when you attempt to play it on your portable electronic device:

You're Just Like Your Dad

 

URJSTDAD

 This song came to me from a dream; it was really odd. It felt like, when it came to me, it was meant for someone else, and not me. As a result, I almost didn't write it down. But, then, I woke myself up enough to realize I should write it down, anyway.

I originally meant this song to ping pong between 2 narrators. One who's responding to the one sayin' "you're just like your dad," and the one saying, "you're just like your dad." I realized it could also be one person narrating it, sayin' all this stuff to the other person and then topping it off with, "you're just like your dad." It could probably be either, depending on what mood you're in.

The lyric are:

I know what you're thinking; you bring it up when you're drinking

You're just like your dad

You want to tell me something; you said it is coming from a bumming dream

You're just like your dad

You bring the emotional-earlm; you bring the emotional-earlm

In a moment that is emotional you said that
In a motion from the truth potion your feelings sat
With a statement that makes some sense when you think of it
You're not faking, it's your two cents, we like the same shit

You have something that you think you'd like to say
And you said you saved it for a rainy day

You're just like your dad
You're just like your dad
You're just like your dad
You're just like your dad

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up at the top doesn't work when you try to play it on your portable electronic device:

I Heard The Bombs

 

Bombs new rap 6th mix

Okay, so this is getting a little ridiculous, but here's, yet, another mix of the one I posted yesterday. I had to remix it because that old rap was way too loud and overwhelmed the whole mix in yesterday's version, so I'm posting a different mix tonight. I'm leaving yesterday's on there, though, because even though the rap overwhelms the mix, it's easier to understand the lyrics of it because it's so damn loud, relative to the rest of the music.

Bombs with new rap second attempt mix 3

Okay, oh dear God, I re-did the rap again. The other 2 raps were sticking in my craw; they had too many long gaps between lines and just sounded like bad poetry me. So, I did the rap again with totally different cadences. I'm feeling okay about it right now, but, who knows? Maybe tomorrow, I'll think it sucks balls. But here it is! (You can listen to all 3 if you want just for comparison's sake. Maybe you'll think all 3 suck).

Oh yeah, the lyrics in the new rap are:

I smoked a lot of pot and got baked
And then some fi-ire crackers blew me awake
That was a few days after that a-
ttempted coup, and I said, wait, this is bad: Fuck!
I thought that they were ... bombing my city
And it made me feel ... paranoid and shitty
I did not know how much it had impacted me
But that insurrection gave me the willies

Bombs with redid rap

Okay, I re-did the rap today on this here song, so the top one ("Bombs with redid rap") is the one with the re-did rap. It doesn't overwhelm the mix as much as the other one, and the words aren't as jam-packed together, so (hopefully) they're a bit easier to understand. Here're the lyrics of the re-did rap:

I had smoked pot, and I was chilling
Then I heard the fire crackers ringing
I thought they were bombing the city
I got paranoid and felt shitty
I did not know how much it impacted me
But that failed coup gave me the willies
I did not know it had messed up my head
Until I got paranoid in bed

I heard the bombs

 This song is timely, so I'm a-postin' it tonight. It's a song about how the attempted coup d'etat fucked with my brain more than I'd realized it had. Last night, I smoked pot, and after a while, all these firecrackers started going off outside. At first, I freaked out and wondered if the scary white supremacist people were bombing LA. It made me feel like everything was all unstable and nothing was safe anymore. It made me wonder if some kind of civil war was starting. Egads.

The rap in this song really sucks. I might re-do it, but I'm gonna give it a few more listens before I decide whether to do that or not. And the mix sucks, too. But, as I mentioned above, this song is timely, so I'm posting it tonight. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:

I am silent, sitting really still
If they find me, I might just get killed
If they do, then pray my soul to keep
In the place where everybody sleeps

I heard the bombs goin' off last night, but they were just fire crackers

Is this country going down to Hell?
In the toilet, like a turd, it fell
But if you ask someone indigenous
They'll say it has always been a mess

I heard the bombs goin' off last night, but they were just fire crackers

I had smoked pot, and I was chilling
Then I heard the fire crackers sing
I thought they were bombing the city
I got paranoid and felt shitty
I did not know how much it impacted me
But that attempted coup gave me the willies
I did not know how much it had messed up my head
Until I got paranoid in bed

And my mind is feeling really scared
In a country that has never cared
But now I am hanging on so dear
To a system that is built on with fear

I heard the bombs goin' off last night, but they were just fire crackers

Okay, last time, I promise: Here's the alternative player thingy with the remixed version of the newest re-did rap:

Here's the alternative player thingy with the newest re-did rap:

Here's the alternative player thingy for the version up top with the re-did rap:

Here's the alternative player thingy with the original version in case the one at the top doesn't work:

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The Next Song Song

 

NEXTS0NG

 I wrote this song right after I wrote the Bears song a while back. It's a song about how when you write a really good song, the song you write after it usually isn't as good. It's called "regression to the mean," in statistics. 

The lyrics are:

This is the next song, this is the next song
This is the next music thing
I don't know what it will bring
This is the next song, this is the next song
This is the song that came next
The other one sounds the best

Songs are easy when no other
Songs before them are their mothers

Songs have parents I am saying
Some have bear-friends, that's their statement

This is the song that came after the song about
bears, with weed, strong, I'm smoking Willie's bong
I feel like Willie Nelson's in my head, when I
Listen to that good song and smoke in bed
I sang with twang, my voice rang, and I said, “dang”
This is the shit, I sit with my own big bang
Now this is the next song, and I don't know if it will
Sound as Willie Nelson-ish, that is a bitter pill

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up there, at the top is totally incompatible with your portable electronic device:

O'Malley's Valley of Bears

 

OMALVALY

 In brainstorming how to get bears to help the girl who is possessed, Father O'Malley suddenly remembers once he and a bunch of Catholic people went to this valley where they did this ritual where they apologized to the indigenous people here for messing them up with the mission system. They issued that apology and these friendly bears came out and said thank you for that.

The lyrics are:

He explained it...he explained it 

Our friend needs an extra
Heavy dose of love
She flies close to mourning doves
In the sky above

But Father O'Malley
Said there might be a valley
Where the bears are present
They care cuz they're Heaven-sent

We wish beer could get her
To normality
But there's fear it'll make her worse
So she'll drink some tea

But Father O'Malley 
Said there might be a valley 
Where the bears are present 
They care cuz they're Heaven-sent 

Me and some other Catholics went to a big valley to apologize to the Native folks
Cuz our missions were not the best decisions, they were much more like prisons, so we went out and spoke
We said sorry for messing with your cultures, and we acted like vultures, when stealing all your land
If there's anything we can do to rectify this issue, we'll do it the bestest way we can
Then some bears came out and said thank you for that
We said, “they're tame? Wow,” They said only when at
A place with men who have an apology
For what they have done to Native psychology

Father O'Malley thinks
If we go out there
to the valley where the sun winks
we will find some bears

Here's the alternative player thingy, as usual, in case the one up there doesn't work:

I Love My Kitty Cats

 

LOVECAS3

 I got all worried about the cat up top because she lost her appetite about a week ago, but the vet might've figured out what the problem is. If so, she might be on the mend. But I wrote this song when I was in the middle of a freak-out about the poor kitty. The song sez, "Please say a prayer for me," and it might be more appropriate to say, "Please say a prayer for my kitty," but then it would be too many syllables. I also realized, in tossing around the idea of who the prayer should be for, that it would be okay if it was for me, cuz I wouldn't be happy if anything bad happened to my kitty, so praying for my well-being is also the same as praying for my kitty's well-being. 

The Stove Hood Adventure Kitty on the bottom picture is the one meowing in the song. I haven't been able to get any recordings of the top kitty's meows yet cuz she doesn't meow as much as the bottom kitty. Anyway, I have 3 of the same meow layered, one on top of the other; I changed the pitches of each meown in order to attempt to make a C Major chord. But, in the end, it really just sounds like a bunch of cats yelling.

The lyrics are:

I love my kitty cats

Please say a prayer for me; I love them just a bunch
Please say a prayer for me; they are my favorite bunch

I love my kitty cats

And they are so dear; I like to hear them meow
They have real big ears; I think they hear me now

I love my kitty cats; I love them quite a lot
White dove flies with these fat prayers above the sky with God
I want to make sure that I take good care of them
They are fun to play with, and they are like precious gems

I love my kitty cats

I love them quite a lot, I love them quite a lot

Please say a prayer for me; I love them just a bunch
Please say a prayer for me; they are my favorite bunch

Here's the alternative player thingy, just for good measure, just in case the traditional player, up top, is incompatible with your portable electronic device or computer:

Identity Confusion Song

 

IDCONFUS

 In this song, the me-character starts to think she's a fire-breathing goddess. My take on it is she's starting to confuse who she is with the fire god who's inside her. Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley are all worried cuz they feel like they're losing her. They've gathered from her that bears are important and wonder if they should call on 'em. Yesiree.

I might've fucked up the rap part a little bit because there's this before and after thing like they do on Wheel of Fortune. Our friend is losing (and it's confusing) her sense of self......but it's also her sense of self might fly off like a kite. But, upon listening, it sorta sounds like I'm saying "our friend is losing her sense of self-might. Fly off like a kite." Crikey. I hates it when I do a rap and then find out later that it sucks in some manner. Pooppooppoopfartpoopshitfart.

The lyrics are:

When all this stuff is done
I'll be the number one
The fire breathing goddess above

I blaze across the sky
And everyone will cry:
She's mighty, but still filled with love

Oh, God, we are losing her; Oh, God, we are losing her

It's crazy but it's true
That I never knew
What my identity was

In the sky of blue
My friends will be there, too
Smoking so we can get buzzed

Oh, God, we are losing her; Oh, God, we are losing her
Better call the bears to us, they'll know what to do

Our friend is losing, and it's confusing
Her sense of self might fly off like a kite
But she said a while back
That some bears have her back
If they're there, those big bears
With brown hair might just care
We wonder if they will come
She's underneath a big thumb
Of a god who has fire
And we don't think he'll retire

Better call the bears to us, they'll know what to do

We will call the bears 

Because they give a care

Cuz a friend like her is rare

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up there doesn't work on your portable electronic device:

Nobody Cares About You

 

NBCARES1

I'm in a bad mood, so I wrote this song.

I used to believe the universe was this loving place, and that we were all connected, and there was a greater loving presence. But then some really awful shit happened to me, and I realized the universe is just a mechanical process, totally indifferent to its denizens. 

I'm dumb. I mean, I shoulda known, given all the atrocities that have happened through the ages. Nobody was protecting the indigenous people of this here continent when genocide happened to them. Nobody was protecting the Jewish people in Europe when genocide happened to them. Nobody was protecting African American people when they were subjected to the bullshit that was slavery.

I knew all that stuff, but I still wanted to live in the fantasy that there is a greater loving presence protecting us all. There isn't. Nobody cares about you.

The lyrics are:

When trees fall alone, they cry to air
Dry as a bone, and I don't care

I'm listening, but I do not care

My house is burnt, and I can't stay
Singing on air, I fly away

I'm listening, but I do not care

The universe is a mechanical process
Nobody cares about you

Nobody cares about you
Nobody cares about you

I used to think that everything was alright
The universe told me it would sing through the night
Making us feel like we are safe in our beds
But it just stares, it does not care, then we're dead

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We Have The Same Death Song

 

SAMESONG

 This is the song where the girl realizes, after hearing the fire god sing her death song, that she and he actually have the same death song. She's worried that if they sing it together, it might take her up to the sun, which is where the fire god is from.

The lyrics are:

Wait a second, this does not seem to make sense
His old death-song is the same or am I dense?
I hear that old fire god sing that old melody
We said, hell, oh, why not? It might set us free

That old Fire god has a death song that's the same as mine
Is that why he is inside me? Are we the same kind?

If he sings it, will it bring him to the sun?
Will it bring me up there? Maybe I should run
If he sings the song when we're together
Will it bring a fire-storm with the weather?

That old Fire god has a death song that's the same as mine
Is that why he is inside me? Are we the same kind?

This is a trip, I heard him sing a melody
He let her rip asserting it'll set him free
It sounds the same as my song that I sing in bed
Right after I smoke my bong, so I sleep like the dead
It's not a funeral dirge, but it's looking to the light
It is a tune that pulls clergy to give the last rites
And I'll sing it, and I'll wing it, I am singing ringing tunes
...a star song, ... not far from an old bar song for saloons

If he sings the song when we're together 
Will it bring a fire-storm with the weather? 

I have ears that don't stop ringing

My mind is broken, but I can't stop singing

I'm blind and stupid, but I'm learning

The world is turning, but it won't stop burning

My mind is stupid, but it's singing

I don't know why my ears have not stopped ringing

Maybe I'm stupid, but I'm learning

The world is burning, but it won't stop turning

Here's the alternative player thingy in case the one up at the top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

We Don't Know Just What To Do

 

DKTIMBOB

 This song is a continued restatement of the don't know how to live theme, but kinda different. It also revisits the song from August 7, 2020 - Willie Nelson is Our Favorite Country Music Guy - but it's all sad. It's like the guys who start out all happy in this album get all sad cuz they dunno if they can help their friend. 

The lyrics are:

Our friend is suffering, and our hand just wring
We don't know just what to do 
We called the preacher-man, and now he is on hand
We don't know just what to do 

We like to drink beer and some whiskey
Listening to country music songs
It might make us tear with eyes, misty
And we always like to sing along

We hope she will get well; It feels like she's in hell
We don't know just what to do 
We're feeling helpless, and; She's drowning in the sand
We don't know just what to do 

I am Timmy, and I'm kinda skinny, bald, and I am drinking, and we have a cat
I am Bobby, and I'm not a baldy, but I got a mustache, and I'm kinda fat
Willie Nelson is our favorite country music guy
He is best, he knows how to sing good and make us cry
Blue eyes crying in the rain, like sighing water mains, they're rising to occasions
Blue eyes soaking in the rain, with spoken pain, it's a broken water main
Blue eyes crying in the rain and they're sad like Harry Potter
Blue eyes singing with the pain and we ask, "Why?" Well, they are not sure
Blue eyes crying in the rain with streaming weather vanes are melting all our pain 

Our friend is suffering, and our hand just wring 
We don't know just how to live 
We called the preacher-man, and now he is on hand 
We don't know just how to live