Wan Lush Ned If Nock Tih Peak

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 Here's another backwards song. When I re-listened it today before making this post, it sounded churchy to me. It's all church-like with that organ there. Since it is a church-music-ish backwards-song, I couldn't resist drawering a picture of Jesus in a church with his friends, bein' all weirded out by all that Jesus-talk.

Then, I realized, whoops, Jesus is Jewish; would he be in a church? Wouldn't he be in a synagogue, instead? Then again, I don't think his buddies are very churchy people, either; so maybe they're there to watch some kid get baptized or something. Y'know, they got invited by some friends who have a kid getting baptized. Yeah, I think that's what it is; those guys are there to see some friends' kid get baptized.

I'm predicting that Jesus and his friends are gonna go have beer afterwards.

We Have To Fight Them

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In this song about a girl in a fucked up school (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project), the girl's guardian angels are very concerned about the extent to which the teachers are fucking up her mind. They ultimately decide that they have to do something about it. Those angels decide that they have to go to war with the teachers in order to save the girl. As you can tell, looking at the picture, it's not like they're happy that they have to do that. Those there angels are nice; and because they're nice, they don't like to harm people. But in this case, they gotta potentially do harm to those mean teachers because they need to protect the girl. I mean, they are her guardian angels, after all.

Weird we have to fight them
This is last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

They lyrics are:

It is the day we realized / the teachers are her enemies

And this school is no big prize / for the girl who likes to talk to trees

We’re her guardian angels and  / we won’t let them ruin her mind

We will stop the teachers’ plan / they are stupid and unkind

We’re her guardian angels and we love her very much

She will get real stupid if we let things stay as such

And we hear the battle cry / raining on the thunder up high

Fuck, we do not have an excuse / the school has set the demons loose

We have to fight them, we have to fight them, we have to fight them, we have to fight them

We have to fight against the teachers fight against them now, we have to fight against the teachers, fight against them now

We do not know how this will go / when the battle cry is singing down low

Will it make things good again / for the girl who’s in the devil’s den?

We’re the angels and we’ll fight / for the girl so we’ll know she’s alright

For the girl who likes to talk to the trees / for the girl who’s singing on the breeze


One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her. 

Meth Tyaff Oot Vah Hugh

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This here backwards song sounds all serious, as if whoever's singing it should be marching. Y'know, they're marching because it's official-sounding.

I'm posting this a few days early because I have a bunch of dumb, work-related stuff next weekend and don't know if I'll have time to post it then.

Where Did She Go

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This is another song about the girl's guardian angels being sad about not being able to communicate with her because the school fucked up her brain (see explanation below).

I think what happened to the girl in this song happens to many of us in the course of our lives. I remember bein' a kid and seein lots and lots of ghosts and bein' able to communicate with spirits sometimes. But all that stuff eventually faded away. I think lots of kids go through this; they start out being able to sense supernatural presences, but the grown ups keep on telling them it's not real. They tell them it's not real so many times that their brains eventually learn to tune out supernatural stuff.

It's too bad. We live in a culture that makes us dumb.

Weird where did she go
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Where did she go?

We cannot find her on the level it got bad

Ringing singing backwards it’s a thought we had not had

We’re the guardian angels and we miss her very much

Wishing we could see her but we’ve gotten out of touch

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.

Wug Eesh Did Rehw

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Here's the next backwards song. The grandpa-ish voice singing makes me think of the guy with the mustache.

Oh, yeah, and check out last week's song if you haven't done so already. The instrumental part sounds like a hangover.

Next Day / Maybe They'll Know How It Might Have Happened

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In the song from 2 weeks ago, the main character (see below if you're unfamiliar with this song-series) and her good friend get drunk in the bathroom and decide it would be a good idea to burn the school down. In this song, it's the next day, and the characters wake up with wicked hangovers. In their hung-over state, they realize burning down the school is a really, really, really, really bad idea. Then they feel stupid, like many people with hangovers tend to feel, not only because of drinking too much, but for considering that idear.

Weird know how or next day
This is last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

Boring in the pouring morning / Hangovers are forming storming

What was it that we were thinking / on the night of stupid drinking?

We all feel so dumb  /  now the next day’s come

If the teachers caught us burning  / down the school of stupid learning

It would be the dawn of trouble / ashes in the smoke and rubble

We all feel so dumb  /  now the next day’s come

Maybe they’ll know how it might have happened

Things that sound really good to you when you’re drinking with your friends

Become(s) a really nifty plan but the hangover makes it end

How could we be stupid enough to want to burn the whole school down?

It became a bad idea when morning came around

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.

Backwards Song About a Next-Day

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This backwards song sounds like a sunrise, and it also sounds sad. That's why I drew that particular picture to illustrate what the song would look like if it were a visual stimulus. This is next week's song if you turned it around backwards. Poopy poopy ones.

Burn It Down

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My Apologies to Linkin Park for this song having the same song title as one of their songs. 

This is a song where the main character (see the teeny tiny print at the bottom if you're not familiar with this series of songs) and her friend(s) drink a bunch of beer in the bathroom. Her really good friend (the dude to the right of her in the picture), in his drunken state, decides that it would be a good idea to burn the school down. She's indecisive for a while; but after gettin' drunk enough, herself, she realizes, wait, that is a good idear!

The part that sez, "drinking singing spirits in the can" could be interpreted as: The alcohol that they're drinking is comprised of singing spirits. Or it could be that the "drinking, singing spirits in the can" are the kids, themselves: They're the spirits who are drinking and singing in the bathroom. Or maybe it's both - maybe the alcohol influenced them to sing because the alcohol (often called "spirits") is singing to them. It's like, singing spirits making the drinking spirits sing because they're drinking the singing spirits and every spirit that drinks singing spirits starts to sing. Regardless, I'd imagine those kids would start singing after drinking because intoxicated people like to sing a lot.

Weird burn it down

Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards.

The lyrics are:

He said…let’s set the school on fire / Cuz the teachers stuck us in the mire

…our brains got stupid and it’s dire / Then well run away inside a tire

I don’t know…what to think / but it makes me want to drink

I cannot decide / I cannot decide

Oh, fuck did my mind get gone?/ Shrinking in the singing dawn

I got sad today / make it go away

I cannot decide what we should do / And our brains got fried inside the loo

Drinking singing spirits in the can / Sinking, thinking we can kill the man

I don’t know…what to think / but it makes me want to drink

I cannot decide / I cannot decide

Oh, fuck did my mind get gone?/ Shrinking in the singing dawn

I got sad today / make it go away

My friend he said / it’s better to be dead

Than be in the school that got inside our dumb and stupid heads

I don’t know what to think of anything / Maybe he’s right about what it would bring

And my friend is smarter than me / and this end would make us all free

Even if we’re to die on this night / it would bring about a certain sacred singing light

We will dance inside the flames / tell the teachers we’re not tame

Singing in the dawn / with our flame-shirts on

We are burning it all down / Ashes singing in the ground

We’re the burning trees/ and we will be free

Now it's clear
There's no fear
We have beer
There's no fear

We will dance inside the flames / tell the teachers we’re not tame

Singing in the dawn / with our flame-shirts on

We are burning it all down / Ashes singing in the ground

We’re the burning trees/ and we will be free

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.

Backwards Song About Fire

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This is the backwards version of next week's song,which is about fire. Listening to it, the song makes me think of angels flying up to Heaven. It's got an angel-flying-up-to-heaven-sound to it.

Then We Got Stoned

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This is a song about getting stoned. It's the next song in the album about a fucked up school. (See below if you're unfamiliar with this project). The main character and her friend get baked and then they regret it - probably cuz it's some strong weed and it makes them all paranoid. They get stoned in the bathroom, but that isn't evident in the actual song. But they do - it's the bathroom where they get stoned.

Weird then we got stoned mix 2

 Here's last week's song if you turn it around backwards (I had to dork around with the timing of the rhythm track relative to the vocal track to make it all line up).

Here are the lyrics:

Then we got stoned

We do not know why we thought it was a very good thing

We wonder why we thought it was a very good thing

Why do you think we thought it was a very good thing

We don’t know why we thought it was a very good thing

Then we got stoned

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.

Song Where I Hit The High G

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 You'll get to hear, next week, that this is a song about getting baked when you turn it around backwards.

It is a song in which I sang a high G, which means I'm a step away from high A, which (according to Wikipedia) is how high sopranos sing. Wait, I'm not sayin' the singing is good, though. I'm just sayin' that I'm closin' in on that there old soprano vocal range, yesiree.

Where Are You?

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This song continues the theme about the girl's guardian angels not being able to find her (see below if you don't know what I'm talking about). The high voice is the girl singing about how shitty she feels, and the low, grandpa-ish voices are the angels wondering where she is.

Again, that old unconscious mind o' mine was up to its old tricks, makin' me realize I was writing a song about something I didn't know I was writing about. When I listened to the song shortly after recording it, I realized the angels' discourse, as well as the girl saying, "this is such a stupid day cuz my angels went away," makes me think about how I miss my cats, who have passed. I think there's a part of my brain that's still looking for them, even though consciously, I know they're not here anymore.

There's a scientific basis for that - clinical psychology research suggests that, when you lose someone you love, some part of your mind doesn't realize they're gone. Researchers state that the attachment system, which is the part of the brain that allows you to form bonds with loved ones, keeps on looking for those attachment figures after they're gone.

Yeah, that fits: There's a part o' me that's gonna be searching for those poor little kitties forever, I think.

Weird where are you
This is last week's song if you play it backwards.

The lyrics are:

Hiding in the closet from    /    Where are you

Things that make me think I’m dumb    /    Where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

All the teachers told me that    /    Where are you

I am stupid and a brat    /   Where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

We cannot see here and she cannot see us

And it feels like she did disappear the day she got onto that bus

Wish we could protect her but it feel s like she is far away

Did the school infect her we don’t know we cannot say

And she wonders did we disappear into the dawn

Lightning in the thunder and she thinks that we are gone

We would like to talk to her and tell her we are here

And we will protect her from the things that give her fear

This is such a stupid day    /    where are you

Cuz my angels went away    /    where are you

Where are you, where are you, whe e e e e e ere are you (2x)

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.” So far, this album follows the story of a girl, whose guardian angels try to protect her, but often can't find her.