Oh, Fuck, It Got Dark Again

DARKAGIN

It's currently March of 2020, but I'm posting songs ahead of time and putting them on a timer. This is a song about a recent setback I had. See, I'm having these neurological issues, which include really crappy night vision. About 2 weeks ago, I'd thought the issues were getting better, but then they got bad again all at once. That's what this song is about.

Weird oh fuck it got dark again
Here's last week's song, if you play it backwards.

Oh wow, I was going to post this song later in the year, but what happened in the song just happened again, so here it is. It's a year later, but the thing this song is about happened again. Sheesh. In my current case, the covid vaccine made my neurological issues kick into high gear. I'm waiting it out.

Yelled At For Being Smart

 

Yelled At For Being Smart

 This song came from a dream; I wasn't sure why someone would get yelled at for being smart, but that's what the dream told me to sing about. I kinda wonder if this song's a metaphor for something, but I dunno what it is. 

The lyrics are:

You got yelled at for being smart

You got called into the principal's office
You said, “balls,” why can't the teacher get off this
Power trip? She don't want you to be smarter
Than she is and you know she is a farting turd

You got yelled at for being smart

And they told you that you should know much better
Now you're cold, and chilled right down to the letter
In a world that makes the good guys get broken
And the girls know now they should not have spoken

And you're wondering what's the metaphor?
That this song's stating; fuck, I don't now for sure

Sitting inside on a sunny day and I'm
Wondering why I can not go play
When you get yelled at for being smart you should
Put some stupid in your shopping cart
Sitting inside on a sunny day and I'm
starting to cry, I don't want to stay where the
Teacher yells at me for being smart – she's a
creature...that does not have a heart

Here's the alternative player-thingy, just in case the one up there, at the top, doesn't work when you attempt to play it:

I Wish I Could Take It Back

 

I Wish I Could Take It Back

This is the next song in the possession album; the girl is telling Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley about the past life she talks about in the previous song, the one where she had some witchy ways about her. Father O'Malley gets a bit freaked out because he sees what might be coming in her narrative. It's a thing that reminds him of some darker times in the Catholic church's past.

As a side-note: Oh fuck. I found out there's a real-life famous-person named Father O'Malley. That bummed me out. But I figured all along that there'd be other people named Father O'Malley in real life; I just didn't realize there was a famous one. For clarity's sake, this Father O'Malley is a completely different guy than that famous-dude.

The lyrics are:

I'm the unconventional priest
And my colleagues say that I should cease

With apologizing for the past
And the down-home way that I do Mass
When she speaks, I might cry cuz I know just how she died
I am freaked, but I'll try to show her I'm on her side
I'm a priest and a man who's a tad unorthodox
Singing feasts in the land with some bears and purple rocks

I know what she is about to say
And I wish that it would go away
It is something my church used to do
It's a dream I wish had not come true

When she speaks, I might cry cuz I know just how she died
I am freaked, but I'll try to show her I'm on her side
I'm a priest and a man who's a tad unorthodox
Singing feasts in the land with some bears and purple rocks

I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back

I am a father; my name is O'Malley
Of a good church, but sometimes it had maladies
What I mean by that is it used to do things
Yes they were mighty bad, and it makes my heart sting
When the girl was speaking of being so witchy
My eyes started leaking cuz my church was bitchy
To people who are different and my feelings sting
Yes, I started crying, I cannot deny this thing

I am a preacher-man, but I think I am damned

I don't know just how to live

(I wish I could take it back)

When she speaks, I might cry cuz I know just how she died
I am freaked, but I'll try to show her I'm on her side
I'm a priest and a man who's a tad unorthodox
Singing feasts in the land with some bears and purple rocks

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case the one at the top is incompatible or otherwise malfunctions when you attempt to play it on your portable electronic device, laptop, or desktop computer:

Nobody Here Heard Him Screaming Last Night

 

Nobody Here Heard Him Screaming Last Night

Here's another ditty from 2015. As you can tell from the last 2 ditties from 2015, I was perseverating quite a bit on that "He sees that it's gone" theme. I guess I don't care all that much, but in 2015, I was so self-conscious about said perseveration that I didn't end up publishing this little tune. 

My brain sometimes wants to perseverate on certain themes. I think that's sometimes what a brain needs - perseveration on musical themes. Maybe my brain was trying to re-wire itself by listening to the same theme a bunch: Like, maybe it wanted to make strong neural pathways related to this here theme. 

Or maybe, alternatively, since this was an album that was about a sad thing, this theme drilled the sadness of it into the common listener's ears. In any event, one thing I appreciate about this here tune is the fact that the hook of it is the same melody, but it sounds minor in some parts and major in other parts. That's nifty. 

The lyrics are:

Nobody here heard him screaming last night??

Nobody here, nobody here, drowning in his beer, nobody

Nobody here heard him screaming last night

Nobody here, they don't drink beer, they don't have ears, nobody's here

Nobody here heard him screaming last night

Crows are crying over everything telling me to tell my soul to sing

He sees that it's gone

Nobody's here, nobody's here, nobody's here, nobody's here

Nobody here heard him screaming last night

Crows are crying over everything telling me to tell my soul to sing

He sees that it's gone

Here's the alternative player thingy, as usual, for those who have technical difficulties when trying to play this tune on the top player thingy:

Once Upon a Past Life

 

Once upon a past life

This is the next song in the possession album. The girl, who's possessed by the fire god tells Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley about an insight she just got: She starts by telling them she was a witch in a past life. That's where we're at so far. Stay tuned for what happened to her in the past life. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:

There's something I have to tell you about
And it might feel like there is a big cloud
Raining on top of what used to be a
Bright, care-free, bird-singing, sun-shiny day

Once upon a past life
I was a person who had
Magic inside of her hat

I had some witchy ways
With my magic I could blaze
Spells as hot as summer days

I had more joy than you could imagine
But, well, oh boy, it was not long-lasting
I'll tell you what subsequently happened
How about I say it in a rap, friends?

Once upon a past life
I was a person who had
Magic inside of her hat

I had some witchy ways
With my magic I could blaze
Spells as hot as summer days

Man's inhumanity is something I have seen
It's a calamity that falls on stranger beings
People, like me, have had it in the days of old
Something that's chilling, and it makes my skin turn cold
It is a religious thing, and as sure as clocks will ring
With a flame, in the name of their god this fire will sing
Do I put it into words that you will understand?
And these words, they will hurt, when they finally come to land

It is real hard to put it into words
I'll sing like a bard, or maybe a song-bird
If I sing or rap about this bad thing
It might go down easier with sad sing-ing

Once upon a past life

I was a person who had

Magic inside of her hat

I had some witchy ways

With my magic I could blaze

Spells as hot as summer days

Here's the alternative player thingy, just in case the one up at the top doesn't work on your portable electronic device (note: This is a slightly different mix than the one up top):

The Universe is a Giant Trash Dump

 

The Universe is a Giant Trash Dump

I'll post the lyrics and things tomorrow. 

Okay, yeah, it's tomorrow, and I've just posted the lyrics.

In short, this song speaks to what kind of a week I've had. Dang, man. I think a lot of people might be able to relate...the best metaphor I can come up with is dying by a thousand paper cuts. I feel like life in America is a process of dying by a thousand paper cuts. Oh, man, every time I try to elaborate on that, I either go into too many personal details, or I sound whiney, so I'll just leave it at that. But I'm guessing people will be able to relate to this.

The lyrics are:

One day I woke up and I was a bird
Eating the trash that I'll make into turds
One day I woke up, and I was a whale
Going extinct, getting lost in the mail

The worse awful bad scary places make the universe feel like it's a giant trash dump
When this country crashes, burning down to ashes, I will smoke some grass - yes
The worse awful bad scary places make the universe feel like it's a giant trash dump
In a world that's dying, boiling hard and frying, and the trees are crying

This country's turned into a vat of shit
Now that I'm drowning, I cannot stand it
I'm dying from a thousand paper cuts
From the tax man, who wants to kick my butt

The worse awful bad scary places make the universe feel like it's a giant trash dump
I think we're done in, aliens are coming, and it makes me bumming
The worse awful bad scary places make the universe feel like it's a giant trash dump

This week, I am sad and stuck, I am having bad luck, and it makes me mad as fuck

The universe is a giant trash dump

One day I woke up and I was a bird
Eating the trash that I'll make into turds

And we wonder if we are the birds
Or the trash that's soon to be a turd

Here's the alternative player thingy:

The Great Earthquake

 

The Great Earthquake

 This is the song I did a rough demo of a few weeks ago. It's either about a great earthquake, or else the earthquake in it is symbolic of something. I could go either way. 

The ancestral memories in these lyrics are those of my ancestors, who were in the 1906 earthquake. I wonder, though, how many people's ancestors were in big earthquakes. Maybe all of us have ancestral memories of big earthquakes.

The lyrics are:

Ancestral memories are calling on the breeze

The great earthquake, the great earthquake has come

They told me it's time to say goodbye
They told me just why I'll say goodbye

There's nothing to say, when it's hopeless
But people say, ”pray” and to smoke less
But, when the big earthquake is a-coming
I don't see the point, and I'm bumming
I don't even know why the ancestors are here
Everything is stupid and answers are unclear
God has left the house, and it's vacant
Now all that is left is some pavement

A million years apart, their dreams died in my heart

The great earthquake, the great earthquake has come

They told me it's time to say goodbye
They told me just why I'll say goodbye

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

Something Bad

 

Something Bad

This is the next song in the possession album. In this song, the girl has made a shocking discovery, and she's getting ready to tell Timmy, Bobby, and Father O'Malley about it. But it's so bad that it's hard for her to spit it out.

An interesting fun-fact is as follows: the melody of the A phrase of this song came to me when I had that fever from the covid shot. There're a number of melodies that came to me in that fevered state.

The lyrics are:

She looks spooked, and we're worried
And those bears look sad and furry
She was once in a hurry
To the sun, but now her mind's blurry

She said she had something bad to tell us but she don't know where to start
It breaks our hearts
We are scared, but we all care, and we need to know just what this thing is
Just what it is

She has something revealing
And it gives us a scared feeling
We know that her mind's tortured
By some fact and we're not sure

She said she had something bad to tell us but she don't know where to start
It breaks our hearts
We are scared, but we all care, and we need to know just what this thing is
Just what it is

She looks like she has seen a ghost
All white like the Ivory coast
Eyes like saucers, it's a blank stare
Have we lost her? “No,” say the bears
Did she go to a séance where she got real chilled?
And her eyes are faucets with tears, they're filled
We are Timmy and Bobby and Father O'Malley
Did she sin? It's a problem if it gave her a malady

She has something she must tell
And she told us she's in Hell

She said she had something bad to tell us but she don't know where to start
It breaks our hearts

She has new information
She learned through the Bear Nation
They know history better
Than men who are of letters

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

 

A million years

Here's another oldy-but-goodie. I actually did publish this little ditty in 2015, but it was in WAV format, which ain't compatible with a lot o' portable electronic devices; so, here it is in MP3 format. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:
We gotta talk about your dad

A million years to get to their story
A million years to get to this day
The sun got lost and it was forgotten
His eyes are sad: The sky's turning grey

We gotta talk about your dad

A million stories that were fogotten
A million stories from yesterday
The thing that got recovered was broken
His eyes are sad: The sky's turning grey

We gotta talk about your dad

A million miles and it is a desert
The thing that got forgot yesterday
A million times to make it not broken
His eyes are sad: The sky's turning grey

He sees that it's gone

Here's the alternative player thingy in case the one up top doesn't work when you try to play it:

Ghosts In My Room Last Night

 

Ghosts In My Room Last Night

 This song is a true story: one morning about a month and a half ago, I got up in the morning and found an email in my inbox sent from me! All it said was "Keep praying," in the subject line. I was all, what the hell? I still cain't explain it - how I got a message from myself that said keep praying, when I didn't send one. I came to the conclusion that ghosts must've sent it. 

I dunno if this song sucks or not, so I'm just gonna post it and let the world decide if it sucks or not.

The lyrics are:

I saw there were ghosts in my room last night

Stuff got moved all around, and I heard creaking sounds

I saw there were ghosts in my room last night

When I got up that day, my email said to pray

It was a message from myself
It said, "Keep praying" – what the hell?
An email from a phantom-me?

It's a tale that is hard to believe

What I just described gave me spooky
Feelings or am I being kooky?
What I just described, it is all true
And now you can do what you want to
With this information I have reported
From the spirit nation of people, more dead
Why they emailed me, I will never fathom
To keep praying please – it was from a phantom

I saw there were ghosts in my room last night

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

Nice Picnic, Peckerhead

 

Nice picnice peckerhead cop

I might not have an opportunity to record another song till this Sunday or thereabouts, so I'm posting a really old song that I'd never previously posted. This one is from 2015. I was doing this project back then, where I made an album of songs that have samples of dialogue from the movie, Skins. 

See, sometimes when people talk, the ups and downs in their speech form rudimentary melodies. Usin' samples of people talking in this movie, I used the melodies formed by the dialogue in order to construct songs. This particular album has a repetition of the theme, "he sees that it's gone" in it a bunch, which, if you're following this blog, you'll have noticed came up in a song probably in November or December or something.

This song's lyrics describe what happens in the scene from which the samples are derived. The two dudes talking are Eric Schweig (playing Rudy Yellow Lodge) and Graham Greene (playing Mogie Yellow Lodge):

Eric: "You're an asshole."

Graham: "Peckerhead."

Eric: "What did you say?"

Graham: "Nice picnic, peckerhead."

He got grumpy at his brother when he took his ball
He thinks he is arrogant and self-righteous and tall
He got grumpy cuz he spilled beer on his favorite shirt
And then they both rolled around and wrestled in the dirt.

What did you say, what did you say?

He got scared because he thought he had a heart attack
And now he'd give anything just to get him back
And then he said he was fine, and he knows it's true
But now there is one more thing he cannot undo

He sees that it's gone

What did you say, what did you say?

He sees that it's gone

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

Don't Go Standing In The Rain

 

Don't Go Standing In The Rain

 This is the next song in the series of songs about possession. I think, at this point, the girl's psyche is so merged with the fire god, that this song could be being sung by both of them at the same time. This song foreshadows a big reveal that's coming up (that I haven't written yet).

I think this song might work as a stand-alone little ditty. Maybe, just maybe.

The lyrics are:

Don't go standing in the rain; Don't go standing in the rain

I used to be a person, but now I am the cursed one

Don't go standing in the rain; Don't go standing in the rain

I might die by inches of water divined by witches

There's a secret I can't tell
And I might go down to Hell
If my friends knew who I was
They would probably call the Fuzz

Oh my God, now I know, and I cannot hide from it
Now my thoughts start to flow, with the glowing, fiery shit
I saw a vision, now I know the truth
I made one bad decision; wow, yes, I say, “oops”
This thing, it is a secret that's too bad to tell
I say, “shit, I must keep it,” oh, fuck, oh, God, Hell
Maybe in the next song, I will tell you it
And you will not sing along, and I am a shit

I know I am an inferno, Like a fever, I burn and glow

Don't go standing in the rain; Don't go standing in the rain

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