I Was Him A Minute Ago

 

I Was Him A Minute Ago

This is the next song in the possession album; the girl is looking in wonder at the big ole fire god and going, wow, man, he was inside me a minute ago.

The lyrics are:

And we all see him standing right there
And we all see him on the fiery stair
He is getting ready to go to the sun
He used to be my steady, he's my someone

I was him a minute ago

He was once inside me, and we were one
Hot enough to fry me, till I'm well done
We're the same animal, me and him are kin
It was so grand, I'll never forget him

I was him a minute ago

I do not know how he fit inside me, it seems like an impossibility
He is as big as a building, you see, and we are wondering how this can be
How did he fit inside me? I don't know; this fire god, who has the heavenly glow
He said that we should just go with the flow; I guess we'll find out someday, maybe so

I was him a minute ago

Something does not feel right, I lost my appetite; I don't know just how to live

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

What If I Get Stuck In Traffic On Thanksgiving Day This Year?

My internet is crap again, so I can't upload the song onto the platform for the player thingy I put at the top...as soon as it starts working again, I'll post the top player-thingy.

This is my Thanksgiving song; I'm posting my usual Thursday song a few days early cuz of it being Thanksgiving on Thursday. The picture is an excerpt from a graphic novel I'm writing about when I lived in New Hampshire. I'm not likely to run into any frost heaves signs here in California.

The lyrics are:

One year when I got stuck
in bad traffic, oh fuck

Going to the Thanksgiving meal

That's when I got really bad feel-
ings of anxiety
Stuck in traffic, poor me
And the anxiety I hate
Made my stomach not feel so great
So it made the meal hard to digest
That is what you get when you're stressed
Because of getting stuck
In bad traffic, oh fuck

What if I get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year?

This year feels weird, but I don't know why it does
I am unclear, but I think it is because

I might get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year

I'll write this song, cuz I have growing concerns
Will traffic move along? My worries start to churn

What if I have a run in with congestion?
It might give me a case of indigestion
My tummy might get upset cuz of traffic
That kind of thing makes my stomach less elastic
One year, it was so bad, it took hours
It was so darn slow, that I felt dour
This year, I'll put some tunes on my stereo
Then, if I meet my doom, I'll do karaoke

I want to drive a normal freeway speed
Oh, man-alive, I'm feeling really keyed up

What if I get stuck in traffic on Thanksgiving day this year?

When Normal Feels Weird

 

When Normal Feels Weird

 This is the next song in the possession album. The fire god and the girl are now separated, and the fire god is discussing how weird it feels to be back to normal. The girl and the fire god got so used to being merged together that that merged-ness feels more normal than regular normal. They're sad.

The lyrics are:

When normal feels weird
When normal starts to feel weird

Outside of your zone
It don't feel like home
Now I have to remember who I used to be

When normal feels weird
When normal starts to feel weird

Even though this ended
We will still be friends
I will always remember you, my bestest human friend

This is what it feel like to be now separated
And I can say normality is overrated
What used to be my regular way of being
Does not feel like me, no, it gives me sad feelings
I know that we'll get used to it again
But right now we have the blues, my friend
But just remember on the day you die
We'll meet again up in the friendly skies

Even though we'll be far apart
You're still in my heart
Painting rainbows in the sky is your special kind of art

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you need it:

The Mean Ex-Boyfriend Song

 

The Mean Boyfriend Song

 Here's the ten thousanth song about that abusive relationship I was in, yesiree. See, I'm writing a graphic novel about said yucky relationship, so it's on my mind. I guess this song is about how I sorta got used to being uncomfortable, apprehensive, and ill-at-ease all the time when I was around this particular ex-boyfriend (until I couldn't stand it anymore and left the relationship).

The lyrics are:

I had a boyfriend – he was really mean
And I was afraid

That he would yell at me – he would start to scream

That was just the way
It was
The way it was

Nine times out of ten he would be nice
On time number ten he would turn into ice

Why did I put up with him – I can't really say
And I was afraid
life with him was getting grim every single day
That was just the way
It was
The way it was

It seemed like it was normal to be
With him and feel like I could not be me

I had some constant apprehension
My staying is beyond my comprehension
Well I guess I know why I stayed there
I lied to myself but to be fair
To my old self I was unaware
Dudes who seem nice turn into uncar-
Ing mean bastards if they're psychopath

I ran fastest to escape his wrath

I had a boyfriend - he had a screw loose
And I was afraid
He was wrapped around my neck, an ever tightened noose
And that's just the way it was
The way it was

Here's the alternative player thingy, as usual:

It's Monday, Oh, Gosh

 

It's Monday Oh Gosh

 Whoops, it turns out I wasn't a big fan of the chorus of the version of this song that I posted earlier today, so I redid the chorus. I also made the rap twice as long. Y'all can decide which version you like better. Yesiree.

It's Monday

 

It's Monday

This song is about it being Monday; Mondays bum me out. My work day started a little late, so I was able to get this little ditty recorded. 

They lyrics are:

I want something sweet today
But, it's Monday, oh my God
Make my worries go away
I'd like that an awful lot

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

This song can't be very long
Cuz I have to work real soon
My dysthymia is strong
So I'll write a real sad tune

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

I don't want it to be Monday, but it's here
I feel sorry for me, so I'll shed a tear
Do other people feel as sad as me?
I want Saturday to come back to me

Whoops, I realized there is
Already a song like that
By the Mamas and Papas

I apologize to them

It's Monday, Monday, Monday
It's Monday, not a fun day

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top in incompatible with your portable electronic device, laptop, or desktop computer:

I Can Feel You Going Away

 

I Can Feel You Going Away

 This is the next song in the possession album. The girl/me-character and the fire god finally separate from each other. They're sad. The parts where there's a high harmony are where they girl is singing, and the parts where there's an extra-low harmony are where the fire god is singing; then in the end, they all sing together. 

The lyrics are:

I can feel you going away
I can feel you going away
And you're going far from here
And it makes me shed a tear

I will not forget you, I will not forget you
When I'm feeling, blue I will think of you

I am going back to the sky
And it makes us both want to cry
And I'll think of you every day
And I wish that I could stay

It is a peculiar feeling, to not feel you any more
Every part of me is reeling, cuz it is a one way door
Now that we are separated, I think I will shed a tear
I had not anticipated this feeling – let's have a beer
Now I am remembering what I used to feel like
Before we were stuck together, now you will fly like a kite
Up to the sun, where you'll have fun, with your old friends, and I'll miss you a ton
Think of me every now and then, I will always think of you as my friend

And we're feeling oh, so sad
For the thing that we both had
It's a thing we have to do
But we'll miss us when we're through

I will not forget you, I will not forget you
When I'm feeling, blue I will think of you

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top isn't to your liking:

 I'm Translating Music Coming From Outer Space Tonight

 This is a song about getting songs from dreams or stoned reveries. Bein' stoned can bring forth lots of creative idears, but the disadvantage is: It impairs your short term memory, so you might forget the idea you're writing down before you get done writing it down. That's why it's handy to have a recording device with you at times like that. Then you can record yourself creative idea-ing.

The lyrics are:

I was asleep inside my beddy-bye
When I heard a peep; that's when I said, “Oh, my”
Yes, it was some music coming from the sky
Was it a keeper? Could this music fly?

I'm translating music coming from outer space tonight, tonight

It was some music on some auditory
Frequencies and it might just tell a story
And I have to find a way to write it down
Otherwise it will be a forgotten sound

I'm translating music coming from outer space tonight, tonight

Because I was so stoned inside of my bed
I was tryin' to find a way to clear my head
Cuz my short term memory was so impaired
I might not get it all written down – oh, merde
That is the French expression for, “oh, shit”
And that's what I'd be sayin' if I forgot a hit -
A song that could top the charts – and I could cry
If I forgot a melody when I was high

There was a big ass melody; it was coming right for me
It said can you write me down tonight? Tonight?

But I recorded it on my iPad
And even though the quality was bad

It will make for a decent enough tune

A song that came from the Man in the Moon

Here's the alternative player thingy like usual:

Let's Stay - 2021 Version

Let's Stay Sans Samples

This is a song I originally wrote and published in July of 2019; I did a different version of it today cuz the original one has a sample on it that might be recognizable to people who heard the thingy I got the sample from (which means I wouldn't be allowed to put it on Spotify, unless I got permission from the people I got the sample from; they're big and famous and probably wouldn't want to talk to me). This is my first attempt at making a recording of this song for Spotify-poopy-poopy-ones.

The lyrics are: 

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

He said do you want to wait for graduation day?
We can run away; I said no, let's stay

My mind is stupid and 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 turning but it won't stop burning

He said do you want to wait for graduation day?
We can run away; I said, no, let's stay

I got a good break, but my mind is still broken
Thrown in a big lake, and the teachers have spoken
Hydroplaning, my mind's raining, and I'm praying that I won't get drowned
My friend's stating there's no waiting
If we're staying, we might end up in the lost and found

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

We've Gotta Make Some Yellow Out Of Blue

 

We've Gotta Make Some Yellow Out Of Blue

 This is the next song in the possession album. After the girl/me-character tells the fire god how much she'll miss him, he says this thing about making yellow out of blue. She's all, "huh?"

The lyrics are:

We gotta make some yellow out of blue

I said what do you mean?

You will see it in the by and by
I will make some green up in the sky
You will see it – just hold on tight
You will see a shiny green light

I said what do you mean?

I will make some green out of yellow and blue
And it will be seen by your friends and you
I'll make sure that you see what I mean
You will see it in the sky, a flash of green
It sounds like a mystery right now
But when you see what I mean, you will say, “wow”
In the ceiling of that big sky
You will see it and say, “oh, my”

I said what do you mean?

We gotta make some yellow out of blue
We gotta make some yellow in the sky

Here's the alternative player thingy in case you're interested in using it instead of the other one:

Can We Ever Get It Done?

 

Can We Ever Get It Done

 This is a song about being all nervous about starting a project and the person who's all nervous about starting the project keeps on spending all this time preparing to start the project instead of starting the project. That's cuz she's afraid the project will suck when she gets done with it.

The lyrics are:

Today's the day that I'm almost ready to start getting ready to get this thing done
Today's the day that I feel almost ready to think about how almost ready I am

Can we ever get it done?

This giant project is almost ready for me to get ready to start doing now
And in a minute, I might just be ready to start getting ready to do it now

Can we ever get it done?

I am getting ready for a giant project
But my anxiety makes me want to dodge it
If it turns out crappy, I'll feel stupid
What if it's a sappy thing made by a poop-head?
Should I give my self a bit more time
To get ready, so it will be fine?
Or am I just plain procrastinating?
Cuz I am scared this will not be a great thing?

I think it's time to prepare myself for the thing that I want to prepare myself for
I'm almost ready to start getting ready so I can be ready to start to get ready

Can we ever get it done?

Here's the alternative player thingy, in case the one up top isn't your cup o' tea: