Insomnia

Insomnia

I had insomnia last night, so I wrote a song about how much it sucks.

 

The lyrics are:

This is your wakeup call!

I had insomnia last night
Everything sucks right now
I had insomnia last night
Now I'm really super tired

I had insomnia
I had insomnia
in the dark of the night
My spirit don't feel right
I had insomnia

Why won't it go away
It seems to want to stay
Insomnia's a bitch
It makes me feel like shit

I had insomnia
I had insomnia
And I'll admit
I feel like shit
I had insomnia

It feels like there is something wrong with me
What steals my sleep is something I don't see
The sand man did not visit me last night
“Oh, crap,” I said as I saw the sunlight
Coming through my window and it told me that it will be time to get up
Sooner than I'd like to get up and I know that means that my day is fucked
Cuz I'll be the tiredest person alive
I sigh and cry as I ask myself why
The sandman does not want to visit me
Why can't I go back to the land of dreams?

I had insomnia last night
Everything sucks right now
I had insomnia last night
Now I'm really super tired

I am your wakeup call!

I'm your wakeup all, as you know

And you'll wake up because I say so

Yes, I'll tell you that it's time to get up

Oh my - and that means that your day will be fucked

Cuz I'll be the tiredest person alive
I sigh and cry as I ask myself why
The sandman does not want to visit me
Why can't I go back to the land of dreams?

Happy Birthday, Bro!

 

Happy Birthday Bro

 I wrote a little birthday song for my brother. Our birthdays are just a day apart. His is on a Monday this year. That sucks.

Family Resemblances

 

Family Resemblance

 This dream-like song came to me while I was driving. It takes you on a journey from boring, old, prosaic singing to cat-land and beyond.

The lyrics are: 

Some of the family resemblances that disappear when the world was dumb

Sometimes I sound like my mom

Sometimes I sound like my dad

Sometimes I sound like my brother

Sometimes I sound like my kitty cats

My kitty cats

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow 

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow 

Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow

Here's the second player thingy, in case you prefer it to the one up there:

I'm And He's Going Up

 

I'm and He's Going Up

 This is the next song in the possession album. It tracks the fire god's journey back up to the sun. It's another one of those songs that goes up and up and up and up. 

It starts out from the me-character's point of view and then it shifts over the the fire god's point of view. The lyrics are:

He's going up

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

My bad psychology will always follow me; I don't know just how to live

I'm going up

I'm going to the sky, and I think that I'll cry; I don't know just how to live

My friends down there are sad, and that makes me feel bad; I don't know just how to live

But I know what I'll do to make them feel less blue; I don't know just how to live

Some yellow, blue, and green will make a pretty scene; I don't know just how to live

In the circle of the sun, the circle of the sun

Here's the alternative player thingy, just in case you like it better than the one up top:

Whoops, here's another version of this that isn't as elegantly put together:

The Birthday Song

BIRTHDAY Song

 This song is about how I'm turning older-than-dirt-years-old on Sunday. I might remix it.

The lyrics are:

My birthday's coming up; I'm feeling mighty old
Yes it is coming up; if I may be so bold
I'll explain...I guess I really don't mind

And it is a safe bet my birthday's coming soon
And I'll admit my head is older than the moon
And I'll say...I guess I really don't mind

I'll bake a cake, or maybe just get baked
On my birthday and I'll celebrate
The last trip around the sun and some
Bong hits will give me the munchies, um...
Maybe I need to make that cake
Cuz I'll want it after I get baked
I'll smoke pot then commemorate

My new oldness with a birthday cake
My birthday's almost here, yes it will be here soon

And now it's very clear I'm older than the moon
But I'll say...I guess I really don't mind

I don't care if I'm old; and now you have been told
I'll explain
I really don't care
I really don't care
I really don't care
I really don't care

Here's the alternative player thingy, like usual:

Atmospheric Music

 

Atmospheric Music

 I was recording another song and was about to add the bassline. I started pooping around on my bass and it sounded really cool, so I made it into a song. 

The lyrics are:

And I heard this bassline and I thought it had a lot of charm
And I said I'd better record it now before I buy the farm
Cuz I might be hit by a bus tomorrow - you never know

So I'll push the "record" button and I'll go with the flow

Atmospheric music sometimes hits the spot

This atmospheric music starts to hit the spot
And I don't want to lose it, so I said why not
Push the "record" button and see what might come out
And after it's all done, I'll see what it's about

Here's the alternative player thingy in case it's your cup o' tea, as opposed to the one up top:

The Cat Food Song

 

Cat Food Song

 This is a song I did impulsively yesterday. See, I was feeding my cats, when I broke into song. This is the song I broke into.

He's Going Up - Part 2

 

He's Going Up - Part 2

Here's the next song in the possession album. It's another one of those reprises of the We Don't Know Just How To Live theme. Everyone is all sad.

The lyrics are:

We look into the sky; we have to say goodbye
We don't know just how to live

The fire god is our friend; will we see him again?
We don't know just how to live

We see that he's gone, we see that he's gone, we see that he's gone

In the sunlight we watch him go into the sky
What a fun guy, it makes us sad to say goodbye
It will be a gigantic adjustment for us
As he leaves on the metaphoric fire god bus
What if we cannot go back to normal again
Because normality feels weird, and we're missing our friend
Only just a month ago we did not even know
That our friend existed but his departure's a blow

He's going to the sky and now we start to cry
We don't know just how to live

We feel a ton of love for that fire god above
We don't know just how to live

We see that he's gone; we see that he's gone
We see that he's gone
We see that he's gone; we see that he's gone
We see that he's gone

Here's the alternative player thingy, as usual, just in case it's your cup o' tea, instead of the other one:

Me and the Orford Folks

 

Me And The Orford Folks

 This is a song about how when I was in grad school at Dartmouth, I made friends with people in a nearby town called Orford, NH.

The lyrics are:
I went to a school
And it's name was Dartmouth
It was pretty cool
I did lots of art stuff

But I ventured out
I went on the highway 10
and along that route
I met up with some new friends

Me and the Orford folks, me and the Orford folks
Me and the Orford folks, we hung out a lot

I went to a school
That some locals did not like
Cuz some students there
Were snotty and they were not nice

To the local town
People who lived all around
But I ventured out
And made friends I'll sing about

Me and the Orford folks, me and the Orford folks
Me and the Orford folks, we hung out a lot

New Hampshire has a town named Orford
Not far from where I did my coursework
Where not all, but some students looked down
On people who lived in nearby towns
Maybe it's just a matter of taste
But it feels like a gigantic waste
To not get to know people around
Who are living in adjoining towns
Years later, I am looking back at
Memories of the times that I had
In Orford, New Hampshire, with my friends
Who I met there, on the highway 10

Me and the Orford folks, me and the Orford folks
Me and the Orford folks, we hung out a lot

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

He's Going Up

 

He's Going Up

 This is the next song in the possession album. The girl is sad, as she watches the fire god ascend into the sky. There're 2 parts where I attempted to have the musical equivalent of one of those M.C. Escher stairways that goes up and up and up and up forever. Or how a barbershop pole looks like it keeps going up and up and up and up, ad infinitum. I attempted to make it sound like my voice goes up and up and up and up. It's really trippy to listen to when you're stoned.

The lyrics are:

He's going forward into the sky
I'm feeling more sure, I'll see him when I die

Oh, God, I'm feeling sad
Oh, God, I'm feeling

My friend is leaving, I am depressed
Up to the ceiling; I know it's best

For him, and for me because
He'll go back to how he was
And I'll be myself again
But, still, I will miss my friend

He's going up, he's going up, he's going up, he's going up
He's going up, he's going up, he's going up, he's going up

I sigh with crying eyes, and say, “oh, my,” as I
Spy my friend flying right up to the sky
He is so luminous: is this a dream? and I
See he's so numinous, you know what I mean?
Is this a bird or a plane? No, it's a god of flame
No other words can explain this phenomenon to lay-
Men People will probly think he is a UFO
Because his identity's something they do not know

It's for the better, I know it's true
And I'm depressed, yes, I'm feeling blue

But I know I'll be okay
Even though I feel so gray

He's going up, he's going up, he's going up, he's going up
He's going up, he's going up, he's going up, he's going up

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

There's Cats All Over The Bed

 

There's Cats All Over The Bed

 Here's a song I feel a little "meh" about, but maybe it'll grow on me. It's about a person who has cats on her bed, and then starts hallucinating lots and lots of other cats It's sort of a commentary on how, when you have a cat or 2 on your bed, they usually take up all the space on the bed.

Postscript: yeah, this song grew on me. I fancy it. I no longer feel "meh" about it. 

The lyrics are:

There's cats all over the bed

The first time I counted, there were less than four
The next time I counted
There were more

There's cats all over the bed

A hundred million cats are with me now
It's a cat cotillion
I said, “wow”

There's cats all over the bed

What on Earth? When I went to bed, I had only two
Little fur-baby kitty cats, but the number grew
To a million pretty kitty cats upon my bed
They could fill up a whole city; that is when I said:
Did I smoke too much pot and it made me
Hallucinate these kitty cats? - maybe
But I did not think smoking weed did that kind of thing
And I need a drink, cuz I see my bed's a cat kingdom

There's cats all over the bed

Running Out Of Room In My Dishwasher

Running Out Of Room

 I was loading my dishwasher just now and broke into song. This is the song I broke into.