30 Minutes Catcauphony With Guitar

 

30 Minutes Catcauphony Plus Guitar

 Here's another weird, half-hour long bunch of cats yelling, but this time, I put distorted guitar underneath it. In trying to block out the sound of the horrible, screaming kid next door, I discovered a couple things. One, Bose Quiet Comfort earbuds are great, but you gotta have something playing on them in order to block out icky sounds. I also found that listening to Linkin Park songs with distortion in them blocked out a LOT of sound. So, I'm combining cats (in order to mask the sounds of horrible kids) with distorto guitar in order to have a consistent sound without any gaps in between to block out stuff, too. Let'see if it works!

Bastards in Passing

 

Bastards in Passing

 I was dorking around on my guitar when the lyrics "bastards in passing" came out...I thought, "say, that's nice and rhyme-y," so I made it into a song.

The lyrics are:

All the little bastards in passing 

Have no class and it is their fashion

To be spastic and annoying noisy little fucks

If I never hear another one in my entire life, it'll be too soon

Not Music, But Possibly a Handy Tool For You

 One year, I was living next to a swimming pool and the sound of screaming kids made me go absolutely ape-shit-insane. That kind of sound is torture for me. So, I created a loop of cats meowing to cover up the sound of shitty kids. Here it is..I'm posting it cuz I just got a set of earbuds that's blue tooth instead of with a cable. I cain't play blue tooth thingies on the regular MP3 player I use, so I'm posting this here, so I can listen to it with my phone or iPad. In any event, you're welcome to download it for your own personal use, in case you are being tortured by shitty kids like I am right now.

30 minutes catcauphony

 

I Wish He'd Love Me Back

 

I Wish He'd Love Me Back

 This is the first song of the new album I'm starting. It is intentionally a boring old, prosaic love song - that's not too exciting a wat to start an album. But, bear with me... when you hear the second song (which I haven't recorded yet), you'll get to see just how weird this old concept album is going to be. Or, at least, I hope it turns out weird. It's about a fucked up relationship I was in a long time ago. That's all I'll say for now cuz I don't wanna ruin the surprise of the next song, where the concept of the album will become clear.

The lyrics are:

There's a guy and I don't know if he knows I exist
It would be such a wonderful thing if we just kissed

I wish he'd love me back

Well, he knows I exist because he once was was my boss

How do I tell him how I feel? I'm at a loss

I wish he'd love me back

He is the most compassionate person
For that reason, I'll say I'm sure he's the one
That I want to marry if he will have me
And also I'll carry his babies gladly
I just had a break up and I'm feeling sad
And he also had a break up and I think it was bad
Now we are both single, and I wonder
My heart beats for him, sounding like thunder

Maybe I will tell him how I feel today
Or maybe I'll wait until next Saturday

I wish he'd love me back

Your Voice Is Like a Mosquito

You Voice Is Like a Mosquito

 This is a song about annoying voices and how I'd rather not hear them. It's one of those little ditties that starts out kinda generic-me-song-ish and then has a fun li'l mid-section and ending.

Your voice is like a mosquito buzzing in my ears

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak

You sound like a bloodsucker
Or maybe a mutherfucker
Your voice grates, it don't sound great
I cannot wait to leave this state
Of affairs of being where
Your voice that blares makes me pull my hair
In frustration and I'm waiting
For your voice to go away

Get the Boxes Out of the Trunk

 

Get The Boxes Out of the Trunk

I wrote a song a few weeks ago called. "I Know I'm Gonna Be Real Sad" - it's a song where I predicted that I would get sad when I moved out of my old place and into my new old place. I was correct; I got sad. This song is about how I got sad in real life. Yesiree.

The lyrics are:

Get the boxes, get the boxes, get the boxes, get the boxes
Out of the trunk

And I got real sad, I got real sad, and now I'm sad, and I got the boxes out

I miss my old place; I miss my old place; and I got the boxes out

I don't think I'll ever be happy again
I miss my old place because it was my friend
I feel like I left my soul in that old place
Where is my happiness? I can't find a trace
Maybe some day, I will feel better again
I'm feeling grey and filled with some depression
Sadness overtakes me; I have bad feelings
I don't think I'll shake these really sad feelings

I miss my old place; I miss my old place; and I got the boxes out

On This Day, Because It's 70 Cents Out Of Here, I Want To Stay Clean

 

70 Cents (I Want to Stay Clean)

The chorus of this song came from a dream this morning. Then I started writing verses for it; since I'm in such a foul mood, I was just singing all these curse words, left and right. No, these are not clean lyrics. I did not stay clean.

The lyrics are:

Fuck me - there's no better way to say it
Fuck me, that's the best way to say it

On this day because it's 70 cents out of here, I want to stay clean

Suck my dick - that's the best way to say it
Suck my dick - there's no better way to say it

On this day because it's 70 cents out of here, I want to stay clean

Whoops- my lyrics are not clean
I failed to keep my lyrics clean
And I guess I'm a cursing machine
I don't belong in the G-Rated scene
But I've had some real bad luck
So, I'll be bad and say the word, "fuck"
Because the word, "fuck" goes with my mood
I'm having bad luck, so I'll go brood

Cocksucker, motherfucking prick
Bastard - and suck my dick

On this day because it's 70 cents out of here, I want to stay clean

I Can Play Fancy Stuff on My Acoustic Guitar...

 

ACOUSTIC

...but not very well.

Brace Yourself

 

Brace Yourself

This is a song about how I'm planning my next album, and it's going to be weird. It's gonna be extra-special-weird. 

The lyrics are:

I'm planning my next album – it's gonna be weird
Brace yourself, brace yourself – it's gonna be weird

It's gonna be a tripendicular weird thing
Brace yourself, brace yourself – it's gonna be weird

Maybe its weirdness will send people screaming
Wait, just sit with it – you might find the meaning
Or maybe I don't care that much if I lose
Listeners, because weirdness is what I choose
But, in any event, I thought it would be
Nice to give you some warning, so you won't be shocked, see
In my heart, the best art is not normal stuff
It might sound like farts, when I start it, but it's not fluff

Brace yourself, brace yourself – it's gonna be weird
Brace yourself, brace yourself – it's gonna be weird

Here's the other little player thingy I always put at the bottom in case you prefer it to the top one. Yesiree.

When My Voice Issues All Get Sorted Out

When My Voice Issues All Get Sorted Out

This is the next song in the possession album; it's about how my voice got all f****d up at the end of the album and how I wanna go back and fix those songs later on, when my voice issues get sorted out (I think I'm getting closer - we'll see). I started a-wondering, too, if maybe there's some weird, subconscious thing going on with my voice - like maybe the self-sabotaging part o' me somehow made my voice all janky so it would ruin the album. I tend to do my worst work at the end of a project consistently. Is it self-sabotage? Or nervousness about trying to make sure the ending doesn't suck? Maybe it's all of the above. But the good news is, when I move onto some other project, I'll probably be less invested in this one, so I won't care as much when I go back and redo the songs where the vocals sucked, when I finally get around to it.

 The lyrics are:

My voice sucks a lot in lots of these songs
It sounds really weak when I want it to be strong

And I'll tell you now, and I'll tell you now
Someday, I'll re-record the ones that suck

I do not know why my voice had to die
At the end of this possession album

I will re-record the songs that sound like turds
When my voice issues all get sorted out

Is it some self-sabotaging tendencies on my part? That's what I'm thinking
Because the first four-and-a-half hours were good; now, it's a ship that is sinking
All the projects that are now rejects are so numerous, I cannot count them
Most of my projects at the end get all fucked up – the number of them's astounding

I will re-record the songs that sound like turds
When my voice issues all get sorted out

Someday we will exorcise the shittiness
From this album, and I think it will suck less

I will re-record the songs that sound like turds
When my voice issues all get sorted out

Here's the other little player thingy:

Make Them Go Away Forever

 

Make Them Go Away Forever

This is a song about how I moved to a neighborhood with horrible, screeching, screaming kids. If I never hear a kid again for the rest of my life, it would be too soon.

The lyrics are:

I hate the sound of kids screaming and screeching and whining and every single sound that comes out of them

I hate the sound of kids every single day; make them go away; make them go away

It is something that is called misophonia – no, that's not boloney-a

Make them go away
Make them go away
Make them go away
Make them go away

They are worse than nails on a chalk board
And I'm feeling cursed and I cannot afford
To lose what little sanity I have left
Living near those shits makes me feel so bereft
In the sense that I miss my old place badly
In my new place, I feel like my life will go sadly
And the torture is Hell, unending
I am feeling more sure my ears need mending

Make them go away forever
Make them go away forever
Make them go away

Make them go away
Make them go away

1st Song of the Album Reprise

 

1st Song of the Album Reprise

 Yeah, it's hard to say goodbye to this here album...here's a song that tells the origin story of it sort of.

First Song of the New House

 

First song of the new house

 I still dunno what box my music equipment is in and I gotta go pick up my guitars and stuff from the people who're keeping those for safe keeping cuz I don't trust movers that much. So, here's a really primitive version of a reprise of a song whose mood matches my current mood. The rapping part is about how I miss the ethnic diversity of where I used to live. I miss that about Los Angeles. Dang, man. This particular area is very white, and I guess I blend in cuz I'm white, too. But I miss seein' people who look different from me.