Sadness and a Bong Hit

Sadness and a Bong Hit

 This is the next song in the possession album. Everyone is standing there all sad, but are reassured by the fact that they can go home and get stoned.

The lyrics are:

Now we're sad, standing here
Sadness all around
Now we're sad, and we're really sad
Oh, my, goodness sake
I think that I'll take
A bong hit
I'll take a bong hit tonight
A bong hit
Will make me feel alright

Here's the alternative player-thingy, in case you want to use it:

It Does Not Hurt to Pray

 

It Does Not Hurt To Pray

This is a song about how there was this good thing that I was reasonably certain was going to happen, but I found out yesterday that it's very unlikely to happen. But there's still a teeny tiny grain-of-sand-sized possibility it could still happen. Because of that, it seems like a good idea to pray for it. But if I verbalized what the thing was, it might be like telling people your wish after blowing out your birthday candles. It might jinx it, is what I'm sayin'.

The lyrics are:

We need a miracle to happen to us today, and we know that it is impossible
Oh, my, it would tickle us pink if it were to play out how we want but it's impossible

It does not hurt to pray....but it does not hurt to pray

I wish I could say the thing that I want to occur, but I'm scared that I'll jinx it real bad
If we put what we want to happen into some words, it will jinx it, and then we'll be sad

It does not hurt to pray...but it does not hurt to pray

It does not hurt to pray
I know this song is a little bit cryptic
It would feel wrong and I'd have a big shit fit
It does not hurt to pray
If I said what this song was about out loud
And I had bad luck and I'm not too proud
To admit that I have some big
Superstitions that you might not dig
If I blow out the birthday candles and
Tell you my wish, it might not be so grand

Blow out the candles and wish for things not to be so fucked up, but I know that they're fucked up
Lost in the shadows, we pray for things not to be so fucked up, but we know that they're fucked up

It does not hurt to pray...but it does not hurt to pray

Here's the alternative player thingy in case you want to use it:

We Are Standing Here

 

We Are Standing Here

This is the next song in the possession album. Everyone's all depressed and also puzzled by the fact of being depressed, since they accomplished their goal of having the girl not have an entity inside her. 

The lyrics are:

We are standing here; everyone has tears
Coming out of their eyes tonight
Now that our friend has taken flight

We'll go back to how... things used to be now
Somehow it does not feel quite right
For us to have a normal night

We're standing here and we are feeling lost
And it's unclear why....this feeling is oddest
We did not expect to feel this way because
This is what we wanted – she's the way she was
The girl is now normal – that was our goal
She's inhabited by just her own soul
Maybe we are sad because we were part of
Something bigger than we used to be part of
It's a let down not to talk to the fire god
Anymore – I guess we should go smoke some pot
Let's go to Timmy and Bobby's place and
Listen to Willie Nelson cuz he's grand/great
And smoke some pot just like good old Willie
We'll smoke a lot, and we will get silly
Let's smoke some pot just like good old Willie
We'll smoke a lot, and we will get silly

I don't think we know...what to do – oh, no
With our selves when we get back home
Well, maybe we can all get stoned

I went into the rap and changed "grand" to "great" in the line about Willie Nelson - somehow, "grand" didn't sound rhyme-y - I'm not sure why, because, logically, it should have worked. 

Here's the original, un-modified recording, just in case your ears favor the original rhyme scheme:

Stop Caring About The Universe

Stop Caring About The Universe

 This song came from a dream; it's about reality not jiving with the belief that the universe is a place of oneness and infinite love. When that happens, maybe it's better to stop giving a shit. Just plain stop giving a shit.

The lyrics are:

The universe seems now to have turned upside down – it's something I don't like a bit
Sometimes I feel like... things would be easier if I did not give a shit

Stop caring bo bu-lee-oh boh boh
Stop caring about the universe

The universe's jam is to deal shitty hands and make the world a scary mess
It's spinning on its side; my eyes are open wide; and I think that it would be best (to)

Stop caring bo bu-lee-oh boh boh
Stop caring about the universe

I'm patiently waiting for meditation to
Occasionally act like strong medication and do
Stuff to bring me into tune with the universe
Even so, I feel doomed; maybe soon this curse
That I'm imagining in my head
Because of all the bad luck I have instead
Of the nice stuff people say to expect
Will nail me in the butt in just a sec

When people talk in terms of | the universe they make it sound | like it's Heaven on a stick
We are all one in some giant | love festival, Namaste, and | all that, and sometimes I get ticked

Cuz that does not jive with my experience
It's something I don't like a bit


Here's the alternative player thingy, in case you want to use it:

Green Light In The Sky

Green Light Up In The Sky

 This is the next song in the possession album - everyone is looking at the shiny green light in the sky that the fire god created, and they're all reassured by that sign from him. They know he's alright. 

The lyrics are:

Up in the sky, there's a flash of green
We wonder why and what does it mean

Oh, wait a sec – it's from our friend

We are aware he put it there; our friend put that green light up in the sky for all of us to see
Because he cares; now we all stare up at the sky with wonder in our eyes; it feels like it's a dream

We're feeling better now that we know
That our good friend made a verdant glow
And that's a sign that he is alright
Up in the sun's golden fiery light

Oh, wait a sec - it's from our friend

We are aware he put it there; our friend put that green light up in the sky for all of us to see
Because he cares; now we all stare up at the sky with wonder in our eyes; it feels like it's a dream

Looking up, we saw a green light
What the fuck? We're all stupefied
Was it just a random astronom-
Ical phenomenon? But wait, on
The other hand, our friend is a god who can make
Fiery things and it's easy as baking a cake
For him because he's a fi-ire god; it's a sign
From up above that our good friend is doing fine

We are aware he put it there; our friend put that green light up in the sky for all of us to see
Because he cares; now we all stare up at the sky with wonder in our eyes; it feels like it's a dream

Looking up at the sunset – it looks so lovely, and we are so glad
Green is coming from it it's a sign above – we think it is so rad

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

How Many People Don't Like Me?

How Many People Don't Like Me - Mix 4

This is a song about being worried about how many people don't like me. But, then I realize, wait, everyone has people that don't like them.

The lyrics are:

How many people don't like me?

Some days, I feel concerned and I don't know what's real
If those people did not like me, how would I feel?
Would it mean I have a bad personality?
Disagreeable, and not very fun to see?

There might be a lot – maybe
...an awful lot - maybe
How many people don't like me?

My worries start to grow and it makes me feel sad
If my personality sucks, I will feel sad
But I guess everyone probably has got
People who do not like them...an awful lot

There might be a lot – maybe
...an awful lot – maybe

When people hate me, it makes me saddest
Is my personality the baddest?
And I have fear that there is not cure for me

Is there a cure for this insecurity?
And everyone who's on this planet
Has other people who can't stand it

To hang out with them because they're hating
Them, yes, all of us sometimes are grating

To other people

How many people don't like me?
But I sort of don't care that much

Here's the player thingy - I'll load the song onto the other player thingy when my internet lets me:

Depressing Festival Land

 

Derpressing FESTIVAL Land

 Here's a song about bein' on a train to some depressing festival. I dunno why, but nothing sounds more depressing-er than a depressing festival. 

The lyrics are:

Taking the train to Festival Land
It starts to rain - will you hold my hand?

Trying to make the best of this depressing festival

And I must confess that I need an antidepressant pill

Trying to do my best to write the most depressing song in the land

A depression festival necessitates you holding my hand

But I don't know how to get off of this train
No, I don't know how to get off of this train

 

Inside The Circle Again

Inside The Circle Again

This is the next song in the possession album. Everybody is standing out there all depressed, looking at the sunset, when they see a flash of green. Y'know those flashes of green people talk about? It was one of those. I've never seen one of those in real life.

The lyrics are:
What is this feeling we have inside us?
I think it is sadness mixed with lots of love
And our friend, he flew up to the sky
And we all wonder what it's like there up above

Inside the circle – the circle again
Inside the circle of the sun again

In our last song, we were so depressed, and in this new song, well, I guess we must confess
That we are so very sad and blue, and I guess we will tell you that we are a mess

Inside the circle – the circle again
Inside the circle of the sun again

Wait, what is this? A flash of green
Wait, what is this? A flash of green

I've never seen this before but it's starting to ring a bell
It's heavenly, and I'm floored; and at first, I said, “what the hell?”
But I am remembering something that people have told me before
Now I see that it made the sun green, and it's making my feelings soar up
up to the sky like a fi-ire goddess; I said, “oh, my,” this was from the hottest
Fire god that I have ever met; did he make the green in the sunset?
It's the flash of green that people have told me about in the past
This is a sign, it seems to me, from my friend – he sent me a green blast

Wait, what is this? A flash of green
Wait, what is this? A flash of green

What is this thing that we're seeing right now? It's a flash of green inside a bright sunset
And we wonder what this thing could mean and it is brighter than the brightest TV set

Inside the circle, the circle again
Inside the circle of the sun again

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

When The Weekend Comes

When The Weekend Comes

This is a song about how the weekend feels more normal to me than the work week. I was living in Allergy Attack Land when I recorded it, so my voice sounds like ass.

The lyrics are:

During the work week, it does not feel like
Regular life, see, I think it's cuz I
Would rather be doing some weird music
Without that music, I might lose it
Should I go backwards to the last Satur-
day or go fast forward to the next gladder
Day; that's when the weekend is coming
That will be when I can do some fun things

Everything seems normal again, seems normal again, seems normal again
When the weekend comes, when the weekend comes

I guess you could say that this situat-
ion sucks a little, all the while I'm pray-
ing that this work week goes a bit faster
But this dumb work week, it is a bastard

Everything seems normal again, seems normal again, seems normal again
When the weekend comes, when the weekend comes

Why did I call the work week a bastard?
At first it sounds like I am a crass turd
But, consider that the work week is long-
er than the weekend, when I can smoke bongs
And write songs, and write songs, and write songs, and write songs

When the weekend comes. When the weekend comes
I can be regular, I can be regular

When the weekend comes
I can be regular, I can be regular
When the weekend comes