My New Medication

 

MEDICATN

 This is a song about a new medication I'm gonna try. I hope it works.

The lyrics are:

My health is gone; my health is gone 

I'm using my new medication....I hope it works
I'm using my new medication...I hope it works

I'll try this out...I'll try this out
This medicine...and I will see what it brings

I'm using my new medication....I hope it works
I'm using my new medication...I hope it works

Will it have some icky, gnarly, bad side effects?
I will feel dumb particularly if I get wrecked
It's the medicine that doctor whose-it says works
And he said we'll win; I'm not sure, will I go berserk

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

Water and Fire

 

H2O&FIRE

The lyrics are:
I'm water that's holy
I'm fire that goes boldly
when you come to meet me
You'll be steam, you'll be set free

I'm water, I'm fire
I'm in a bottle, I sing to pyres
I'm water, I'm fire
When we meet up, we'll be inspired

The priest has a mission
It's called exorcism
But we'll be together
Creating new weather

I'm water, I'm fire
I'm in a bottle, I sing to pyres
I'm water, I'm fire
When we meet up, we'll be inspired

Will this interaction be something that impacts them?
Will the girl react from the priest's soul extraction
I'm fire, but they may not know
I'm water..will I steal the show?
When we meet up, will we dance?
In side a steamy romance?
Water that is holy will be used to control me...they're
not clear that this only will ride me like a pony
Water will be steam, and it flies off like a dream
It was not foreseen by them; we're on the same team 

Here's the alternative player-thingy just in case you have trouble playing the one up there:

Bears

 

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 This is a song about how bear spirits have protected me from malevolent entities. Bears are my friends.

This song feels real important to me cuz it reminds me of Willie Nelson. That's been my aspirational goal for some time now: To sound like Willie Nelson, but with some hip hop elements to it all. God came down and gave me this song; I'm not sure why the timing of it is now, but I know timing can have an intelligence to it. 

The lyrics are:

Bears...tell me that they'll bring the warm-dreams
Bears...tell me that they are on my team

Bears...I used to be afraid

Bears...tell me that they gave me good dreams
Bears...in the cave while I was sleeping

Bears...I used to be afraid

There's a bear, and he says he cares
And I think I was unaware
They have saving grace, I am saying
They came from caves when I was praying
I was staring at the ceiling
And I had a creepy feeling
I think that it was a demon
But that bear sent it reeling

Bears...there's no way that I'm not their not my friend 
Bears...and we'll play until time ends

Bears..I used to be afraid

Holy Water/I'll try to Not Misjudge Your Name

 

HOLYWATR

This is the next song in  the album about possession. The singing part of the song is from the point of view of Timmy and Bobby, and the rapping part is from the point of view of holy water, the very holy water Father O'Malley is going to use in the exorcism ritual stuff.

The lyrics are:

I'll try to not misjudge your name

Holy water has a lot of baggage that's attached to it
I'm emotionally not sure what's my thought – does Jesus live inside this spit?

I'll try to not misjudge your name

Holy water is the name of something churches like to use
But I'm not sure cuz the same old churches have that chilld abuse

I'll try to not misjudge your name

I'm holy water, I'm holy water water
I'm holy water and I see that you're not sure
You're thinking will I save this ship that's sinking?
Or am I just a thing you'll be drinking
I'm water that the church says is holy
They're cock-sure; they assert this thing boldly
They say that I have Jesus's power
Wait, you say....you see just a shower

I won't misjudge your name

Here's an alternative player thingy just in case the one up at the top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

Happy Fucksgiving

 

This is a song dedicated to y'all out there, whose Thanksgiving plans got all bollixed up by covid, myself included. It's gonna be a lonely holiday this year; as such, I've renamed it "Fucksgiving." Given that it celebrates that feast with indigenous folks we later fucked over, I think that name is extra special appropriate. So, in any event, Happy Fucksgiving!!!!

 Here's the short and sweet version of it:

FUCKSGVG

Here's the extendo-version. I put a little rap thingy at the end that fleshes out the sad part at the end, and then I return to the original theme for completion's sake:

FUCSGIVG

The lyrics are:
I'm not doing anything for Fucksgiving.

I'll eat a bowl of shit
And then I'll vomit it

Happy Fucksgiving

When covid comes to town
I'll go video my frown

Happy Fucksgiving

I'm not doing anything for Fucksgiving.

It's just a celebration
Of how we fucked the nations

Happy Fucksgiving

Of indigenous people
We fucked them cuz we're evil

Happy Fucksgiving

I'm not doing anything for Fucksgiving.

I'm not doing anything for Fucksgiving, for Fucksgiving.
Never see them again

Covid will blow it; now I have been banned
Covid, don'tcha know it? Now I have no plans
Now I'll never see them; covid is a foe
Holidays are freakin' - no, it's a no-go

Here's the alternative player thingy with the extendo version on it:

 

Father O'Malley

 

O`MALLEY

This is the next song in the possession series. Father O'Malley, who was introduced last week, is the narrator of the song. He's an old hand at exorcism, but he had an ominous dream a while back that's giving him deja vu. He's getting deja vu when he sees the me-character, who's possessed, and he thinks maybe the dream was about the possession he's about to address with exorcism.

The lyrics are:
I am Father O'Malley, and I am a pal
I will come save this girl, yes, I'll give it a whirl
I have experience and exorcism-sense
I send those spirits out; that's what I'm all about

This is like those dreams; this is like those dreams

As soon as I saw her, a strange thought did occur
There's a dream I once had; I think it ended bad
That girl's grandma was here; she said, “now listen here”
Father, I'm not a liar; you are playing with fire

This is like those dreams; this is like those dreams

I think I should proceed with caution

I'm Father O'Malley, and I have a thing that I have to do
This girl has a malady, with fire, and it stings her, but when I'm through
She will be much better; you'll see, when I'm done, this girl will be free
From spirit invasions, from nations of things that won't let her be
I'm Father O'Malley, and I see this girl has a big malady I can correct
Yes, I am a pal, see, that's why Timmy and Bobby want me here cuz I can detect
A thing that looks like a spirit that has fire
I think that my mind says, “clear it” and retire
That old spirit - to greener pastures, he'll be
There's some fear, but I'm clear, I can set her free

I wish that I could remember all of the dream 

Deja vu is the thing I'm experiencing
If my future was told, I might see it unfold
Grandma said there was fire; and my feeling get dire

This is like those dreams; this is like those dreams

I think I should proceed with caution

I am Father O'Malley and I'm walking
Through the fog-thickened valley of death-stalking
I must use caution now; this thing is scary
I may lose my shit; wow, this could get hairy

Here's the other player thingy, just in case the one up at the top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

Backwards Song About Missing Someone

BMISTHEM
Here's a backwards song I recorded on 1/17/2020. It's a backwards version of an older song that I'll post next week. I drew that particular picture because one of the song lyrics is "eat me."

Weird miss my kitty cats
Oh, whoops, I put this in the entry with the backwards song, instead of next week's song. This'll give you a preview of what you'll hear next week.

Post script: Crappity crap, actually the forwards version of this song got published back in the spring sometime, I think, so all the stuff about the other song being posted next week ain't true. This was on a timer, and I dunno why I ended up publishing the forwards version a while back. 

Exorcism

 

EXORCISM

 This is the next song in the possession series. In this song, Timmy and Bobby call a priest, Father O'Malley, to come and perform an exorcism on their friend, who's possessed by the spirit of a fire god.

The lyrics are:
We got a priest to move this fire god along
He's not a beast, but our friend has suffered long
Exorcism, we think that might do the trick
It's the best decision and then she will not be sick

Exorcism is the best decision

He's got holy water and a crucifix
We are totally not sure, but we hope this sticks

Exorcism is the best decision

There is a bug in... her computer frame
And it is plugged in...to her stupored brain
There is a virus...it is singing pain
It's made of fire, must...we make stinging rain?
With holy water from a big exterminator
And we are not sure of this spirit terminator
But we must try...everything we can
Cuz she might die and be buried in the sand

Here comes Father O'Malley, and he is a pal
We see he has a cross; he says Jesus is boss
Here comes Father Get-Well; We are not sure, but, hell
We'll give this thing a try so she'll live and she will not die

Here's another player thingy in case the one up there doesn't work on your portable electronic device:

Decortication Nation

 

CORTEXES

 While the election is still hanging in the balance, I thought I'd post a song in honor of it. It's a song about how horrible it is to live in America right now. Most people are all poor and struggling and can barely afford rent (and lots can't even do that). That's exactly where the powers-that-be want us. We're so poor and always worried about how to survive, that we cain't use our brains for anything other than worrying about trying to survive. It's as if we've all had our cortexes removed!!!! It's fucked up.

Our cortexes are the parts of our brains that allow us to do higher level thinking. They allow us to organize and plan and get things done. But, in this constant fear state that we're always in, we ain't usin' our cortexes to do that kind of thing. We're in the limbic brain, the emotion part of the brain, always constantly scared and worrying and in survival mode.

In short, it makes us stupid. It's the dumbing down of America. We ain't usin' the parts of the brain that would allow us to think through things and generate ideas that would create positive change in this country.

And that's EXACTLY where the powers-that-be want us to be. They don't want anything to change, cuz that might mean they'd lose power. Just keep us poor and afraid all the rest of our days; we won't make any changes cuz we'll be too worried about bein' able to pay rent or bills or taxes and stuff.

It's as if all of our cortexes have been removed, cuz we ain't usin' 'em. We are the Decortication Nation!!!

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CORTXRAP

Post-script: Here's  a slowed-down version the rap; I did it just now so there'll be a version of it with easier-to-understand lyrics. I changed one lyric - from "no political factions" to "those political factions."

The lyrics are:
Our brains were made to think straight and clear
But now we ain't got time cuz we're in fear
Anxiety has killed our cortex
Powers that be made sure we're more stressed

Decotication Nation

Our basic needs are not met; that means
We think survival and not deep things
We can't rebel – with breaking backs, this
Country is hell; we can't afford taxes

Decortication nation

You can not remember how
To think like a person now
Every brain cell has been spent
Figuring out how to pay rent

The cortex is part of the human brain
It's important cuz it helps us to attain
Logical thinking that gets good things done
But our ship's sinking; we can only run
It's as if our cortexes have been killed
Anxiety vortexes take our will
With blinding worry about paying rent
Our minds are blurry and our brains are spent
We can't afford to pay our taxes, and it's breaking our backs, in a hopeless ignorance
Now our cortexes have been hacked, and our credit cards are maxed out, we have just seven cents
Distractions are causing our inaction, so we can't make impacts on no political factions
Simulated cortex removal has congress's approval this anxiety's brutal

No one can get their shit together
To fix these things and make them better
Our constant worry makes our brains dumb
We're in a hurry to get away from

Decortication Nation

Here's that other player thingy, just in case the one up top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

Here's the alternative player-thingy for the slowed down rap. Poopy-poopy-ones.

Smoking Song

 

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This song's in the same vein as the songs in that project about singing and rapping from the point of view of my shadow. But it's weirdly different. In dialoguing with my unconscious this morning, I got the message I was supposed to make art today about stuff in someone else's shadow. It, further, came to me that that someone else hates cigarettes. 

I actually ain't smoked a cigarette in a long time. But this song's about smoking cigarettes. The idear came to me for the song-character to be all worried about Mister Rogers, up in Heaven, hating her for smoking. But, my guess is Mister Rogers would respond the way he does in the picture.

Actually, looking at the lyrics, I'm remembering the song's equally divided between pot and cigarettes. If you were to ask various people their opinions about what's the more conspiliatory drug - would it be cigarettes or pot - some people would say pot's more conspiliatory and others would say cigarettes are more conspiliatory. I know conspiliatory is not a word, but I can't think of the actual word I'm trying to say. Conspiliatory is a place holder for the word I can't think of.

No, I remember, the word I'm looking for is "scandalous." I think some people would feel pot's more scandalous, and others would feel like cigarettes are. It probably depends on if the person lives in a state where pot's legal or not.

The lyrics are:

I smoked outside, after I died, under the tide
The piper was pied; I must confide, he must've lied

I smoked some cigarettes

I smoked some pot under a tree, it was just me
I smoked a lot, down on my knees, God, set me free

I smoked some cigarettes

Smoking a cigarette is lonely
When you're at home and feeling homely
Wait, would Mister Rogers say that he was not sure
If I was smoking like a monster?
Cuz I want him to never hate me
But I do not know if he'll wait for me
When I get to Heaven will this be my lesson?
That maybe I have lost my best friend

I smoked some pot, taking a toke, and forsaking a boke
I smoked a lot, and I got baked, like chicken fried steak

I smoked some cigarettes

Here's that alternative player thingy, in case the one up at the top is incompatible with your portable electronic device:

Something that I Can't Un-see

 

CNTUNSEE

This is the song where the me-character becomes aware of what the fire-god who is possessing her feels guilty about. She sees people who have been burnt to death - see last week's song where you find out the god of fire feels guilty because fire was used by these mean old Puritan guys to burn alleged witches, back in the day. In this song, the me-character also struggles with the feeling that she's turning into the fire god and often confuses his thoughts with her thoughts.

The lyrics are:
And I burn in fire, he's retired, and I'm such a mess
My mind turns so dire, I perspire, cuz I'm feeling stressed

I saw something that can not be unseen, and it sits in my dreams
“My God,” I sing, why are people so mean? Man, this shit is frightening

I saw something that I can not un-see: It's bad
My God, it burns my eyes and sticks with me: I'm sad
They burned some people and I saw them after they were dead
Flames turned to evil, oh my, now there's ashes in my bed
I'm Becky, but I might be something else instead
Fire pecks me, or just maybe I'm flames, turning red
Am I a fire god or am I just a person possessed?
My mind feels real odd and I cry cuz I'm scared the most-est

And I burn in fire, he's retired, and I'm such a mess
My mind turns so dire, I perspire, cuz I'm feeling stressed

Yes, this fire god is a god of nature and these men have made sure
These girls would not sing cuz they're in danger, and not pray to nature

This is why that fire god feels so guilty
And I'm not inspired cuz I am wilty
With these memories of a thing that chills me
Can I get rid of them? I guess. We'll see.

Here's the other player-thingy just in case the one up at the top doesn't work on your portable-electronic-devices.

In Yellow

 

INYELL0W

This song is horrible and sad. It's from the point of view of a misbehaving cat, who pees outside the litter box. The cat's owners decide to get her euthanized for that reason. It's horrible and sad, just horrible. 

Oh yeah, the part with the "gotta go" is a double entendre that I hadn't realized was there at the onset of my making it up. I realized, after the fact of writing it, it means, not only, I gotta go, as in I gotta pee, but also, I gotta go, as in I gotta go now cuz I'm gonna be dead soon.

The lyrics are:

I want to make this whole house be in yellow

I'm just a dream 

I am a cat that pissed inside the bedroom
Cuz I'm a brat and now they want me dead soon
Gimme a shot so I can sleep forever
You said, "why not?” now you will feel much better

I want to make this whole house be in yellow

I'm just a dream

I peed outside of the litter box, and I'm bad
I see this night might be kitty's last, and I'm sad
I peed inside of the room that has a litter box
They see with eyes singing doom, and piss on their socks
They do not like me anymore, now I must really go
And I will wait at Heaven's door cuz I let cat pee flow
They say that this behavior is something they cannot stand
I hope I find my savior when I get to Heaven's land

I want to make this whole house be in yellow 

I'm just a dream

I'm a gotta-go, gah gah gah gotta go

I'm a gotta-go, gah gah gah gotta go, 

gah gah deh gah deh gotta go, gah gah gah gotta go

gah gah deh gah deh gotta go, gah gah gah gotta go