Bow-Ty's Year of Songs

Im ending out the new year...

2012-01-10T02:13:00.000-08:00

And now, like a journey through a wormhole, the year has ended. I want to talk about a lot of things right now, but I'm certain most of them would be premature. It's gonna be a while before I fully understand what it is I was trying to teach myself this past year, and what it is I actually learned. So let me just start by showing you my final video, and then I'll revisit my original goals and attempt to assess some of the small bits of goo I can pull from this monstrous thing.

I started off the new year like a stubborn child

Sure and wild, eager to grow old

I’d let the others know

That if they just put forth the effort they could do suchcool shit

This was a dream stuck in its own time, but a dream, thatchallenged it

And now I’m sitting down at the piano

Lost inside the present

Like I fell through the hole of some huge existentialdoughnut

Some damned portal I get sucked through every time

A mountain is ahead of me to climb

God, I grabbed those hands on that clock

And I lost count of each minute as it spun by

Holding Megan in the shower I looked down and tears burstfrom my eyes

Cause she said to me

“It’s been a year,” And there and then it hit me

It’s so silly to think that you have control of somethingspinning

So damned fast

It must pass

Let it pass

It’s the last

Of it’s kind, you grew it somewhere deep inside your mind

And now you have to let it fall behind

I’m ending out the New Year by procrastinating

Thinking bout the one’s I love, my family and my friends

“I won’t soon forget 2011,” so much I’ve said

And though I know I’ll still hate all the things I’ve madehalf of the time

There’s this half that keeps asking me to keep feelingsublime

I’m not so clear this next year what I’ll do

But I’ve surely learned a thing or fucking two

And holy shit, I made it through

This song is a tangible piece of the fulfillment I feel after holding a set of emotions behind a common goal for so long. In the spirit of returning to the project's beginning, lets take a look now back at the rules:

1. The composition must contain words at very least, melody by preference, and instrumentation as often as possible.Haha, well, that didn't happen. Though, I would venture to say the fundamental idea behind this rule stayed intact. I strayed quite a number of times into wordless realms, but there was always one of the three parts in there. And if my goal was to write 365 sets of lyrics that was a success because I wrote two songs on several days, and there's a wealth of unused material in word documents on my hardrive entitled weird things such as "Tryna figure out why I keep floppin", "Old Yolk Songz", and "Seaside2".

2. Songs may be posted after the day they represent, in bundles, as long as they were actually written on that day!Thank god for some realism! Though even that goal wasn't achieved. Too many times I saved even the writing of songs until days later. Though I did make it a good third of the way through the year with this idea intact. Towards the end I got a lot better at procrastinating, but I think the farthest behind I ever got on posting was 15 days, and the farthest I ever got behind on writing was probably more like 5 days.

3. Some fun must be had.Oh boiiii. Can you spell S-U-C-C-E-S-S?????

4. ALL RULES MUST BE BROKEN!!!! (Even this one?)My saving grace! Haha, this is like the fine print in the waver you signed that lets the hospital win the law suit involving your stolen kidney. I win I win I win I win!! ... but wait! "(Even this one)"??? Shit. I fucked up. I guess granting myself a path to true victory is just too obvious. :)

Yeah, so I fell behind a bit at times. But this project was as much a social performance piece as it was a musician's new years resolution. It is a compilation of so many different thoughts, personal, abstract, and social, all bound together into a train of exposures, a journal of subjects both public and private. A few times the thoughts were too private, and I ended up effecting the emotions of others by publishing them. Still, I am just beginning to grasp the power of song and understand the way in which music ripples throughout the social dance. But at least now I can say I've seen both of these things first hand.

I want to learn as many lessons from this body as possible. First and foremost I would like to learn how to take on my own fears surrounding any sort of life venture now, great or small. Being a musician, and artist, is one of those ventures which I need to stop being afraid of, because it's what I love. For me, art is like an excuse to do everything that I've always wanted to. That being said, I don't take for granted the fact that I have a very special opportunity right now, one that doesn't come to many people very often. How do I open that door and walk through it in an honest, passionate, and cool way?

Well, I'm starting with an open mic-a-week project, just went to one last night. I'm gonna record as many of my performances as possible and blog them on here as the year goes by. Either way I'll write a little bit about each one. I'll also be writing an average of 1 song a week and blogging those too/sharing everything important to me that I create this year.

In terms of music, I need to calm down a little bit and think more about my compositions. Now that I have experienced songwriting from both extremes, it's time to find a balance.

Balance. Man, between all of these ambitions, art, music, friends, family, loving new extraterrestrial favorite girls, and my own individuality, this head space is twirling like a carousel.

I will get off it and run home to the comfort of my dark, empty room at times, so that when I return I will have the strength and bearing to surf cycles atop the plastic zebra-striped steed, my favorite. Look world, no hands!

:P

True love,
Tyler

This Is My Life

2012-01-03T04:42:00.000-08:00

During the final push I decided I wanted to make something epic, with varying parts and genre changes. And then I realized I only had 2 hours before everyone was leaving. Making it was really fucking fun. And then I got really fucking tired because I stayed up for 30 hours to finish all these, and this was the last thing I really had to do any editing on. So this is the first and last song for my song-a-2-hour project.

Drop your expectations down to negative infinity, and then mope for a while. When you are finished, consider adoring this video.

Dear diary

This is my life!

Happy times, party party party

Happy times, drinkin up like marty-graw

I really want to write a song that sums the year up good

But I everyone is telling me my music is for hoods!

Yo yo yo

Who the fuck you think are rockin PJs to the bars

That ain’t tight with me, cause they be baggin like threetimes

Droopier than yo cock, take a moment tik tok

She’ll be moanin like a sea lion when I break her off dickspine

You have to believe we’re faggots

Crunch crunch crunch crunch

Watch Edwin eat our lunchlunch

Munch munch munch munch

PUNCH!

Hahahahaha

Donchou wanna learn to play the guitar

Donchou wanna learn all of the chords

There’s C and D and G and T and B and F and mos mos def

Don’t forget your treble cleffs!

You died

Oh god

You died

Oh jeeze,

You died

Oh boy,

You died

Watch us drink our red bullz…

This is what I do every fucking day

Place the sausage in your mouth

You know what it’s all about!

love,

~Cousin Tyler

Starck

2012-01-03T04:36:00.000-08:00

10 years in the making.

love,
~Kitten Kanoodle

Fruits Aren't Icky

2012-01-03T04:33:00.000-08:00

Laraine and I wrote this song a few months ago, and finally it came to fruitition. A pleasant, simple song simply about pleasant fruits.

I will stare at a pair

For a while

I will grapple with an apple

And then smile

I will teach with a peach

Some hard math

I will poke a butt with a coconut

And then laugh

Fruits may be sticky

And they may be tricky

But if you take the chance

And you put them down your pants

You’ll learn in a quickie they’re not icki

I will carpool with a starfruit

Take a chance

I will merry with a cherry

And then dance

I can’t elope with a cantaloupe

Cause I’m married

I’ll sneak up on you with a honey doo

Cause it’s scary

Fruits may be sticky

And they may be tricky

But if you take the chance

And you put them down your pants

You’ll learn in a quickie they’re not icki

I will tango with a mango

Cause it’s nice

I will cum on a plum

Do it twice

Explore Montana with a banana

I will try

love,

~The Apple Grappler, SV (Super Villain)

Vomit Flavored Jelly Bean

2012-01-03T04:30:00.000-08:00

Megan, the sweetest of boys, encouraged me to let her help with making songs on this last push. We took several videos in fred meyers. Most of the songs we made had no musical elements. This song, we sang.

love,
~Playmantic

The Big Black Stallion and the Carriage

2012-01-03T04:25:00.000-08:00

A song about nothing but train robbery.

Waiting down railway for my lover to come

I run my hands across the tracks till my fingers are numb

She swings around the mountain with a flame in her gut

She brings with her a treasure only wise men can touch

Prep the big black stallion and the carraige

Pain and pleasure in a passionate marriage

Rush of power mixed with pistol flame

Ill slip out the back door of the train

Gonna jack me a train tonight

Gonna have me some fun

Gonna jump me a train tonight

I hope you can come

Ramming headfirst through the central passage

Every gasp and scream are my tokens to ravage

Make my way to where the conductor sits

I scream “All aboard!” with my pistol in my fist

Prep the big black stallion and the carraige

Pain and pleasure in a passionate marriage

Rush of power mixed with pistol flame

Ill slip out the back door of the train

Gonna jack me a train tonight

Gonna have me some fun

Gonna jump me a train tonight

I hope you can come

Ooh I’m ridin you train gurl

I can hear you blowin your whistle loud

Ooh I’m ridin you train gurl

Gonna grab the gold and pull it out

~Love,

Jack Train

Paste On Holidays - Man Meets Christmas

2012-01-03T04:23:00.000-08:00

Have yourself a Glitchy little Christmas.

love,
~Your Grandmother's Worst Enemy

Smile

2012-01-02T21:03:00.000-08:00

Sean Moore and I are working on a sequel to the first film we made together, Speaking in Circles. Since we procrastinated hardcore-style we decided to make a piece of it each year until it's finished. Here's the 2011 piece.

I know the world is gloomy
Be honest sock it to me
I'm here, I'll be your friend I'll lend a hand to help you smile
Smile
Turn that mustache upsidedown
Turn those cheeksies into dimples really it's so very simple
Smile
Smile
Let somebody hug you for a while
While
You are frowning all the world slips by
By
Buy a happy face from your buddy Tyler
Sometimes all the bad thoughts
Can make you feel divided
So take all the bad thoughts
And turn them into rad thoughts
Smile
Smile
Think some happy thoughts you've got some style
Style
Open up your eyes you've got a fuzzy little bear somewhere
Deep deep down inside

love,
~Sean's Antagonist

Somewhere Down Along the Other Side

2012-01-02T20:57:00.000-08:00

I pulled out my guitar on the train and took it down to the lounge. Unfortunately the barista told me I couldn't play it. So I recorded a time lapse as the sun rose and mouthed the lyrics I had written at various intervals. A song about going home.

I’m gonna hop a train and watch the countryside

I wanna see the landscape changing as I roll on through mylife

Ain’t gonna fly above the clouds just to get high

I’m gonna walk to Portland, Oregon if the pass don’t kill mefirst

I swear I’ll die

Somewhere down along the other side

I’m gonna hop a train ride it through the hail

If I’m lucky, through the ice, we won’t derail

Ain’t gonna hop off when tracks are getting slick, oh no

I’m gonna ride her up to Portland if the snow don’t freezeme first

I swear I’ll try

Dying somewhere under sunny skies

Willamette Valley I will make it back to you

Before I do

Even if the last few miles I walk inside my mind

And here’s that light you gave me

I will fuck the dark up right

And I will cry

Somewhere where the dark don’t touch the sky

Somewhere down along the other side

love,
~Christmas Light Neck-Ty

Ghosty Ghosty Vada Ving!

2012-01-02T20:53:00.000-08:00

I wrote these lyrics for a silly song about ghosts living in a big house. It turned into a song grossly satirizing italian americanism, borderline racistly. So I turned it into a documentary. Pay close attention Italianz.

There are ghosts everywhere

In this house

There are ghosts in the cupboards

There are ghosts in my boca, thas my mouth!

There are ghosts in the sofa

can you help me get them out??

Vada vada vooda vada veeda vada ghosty voda vada vada ving!

Saya ciao to the Barbara she’s a making marmalade

Say hello to my boy Frankie, hesa hidin in the shade

There’s the ghost of my good-a friend-a Tony Pisano

Donchou wanna wanana meet the

Ghosts vada vooda vada bada booda nada needa ghosty ghostyghosty ghosty ghooosts

Greet the ghosts in my house

They’re all very bene ghosts

But they haunt me when I try to eat the salt

And I swear that it’s all your fault

love,

Ghosty Ghosty

Lots and Lots of Lemons

2012-01-02T20:47:00.000-08:00

Caleb and I scouted out the property at our Aunt Trisha's house close to Oceanside. The first thing we noticed was the quantity of lemons. Filmed by Caleb, on his awesome point and shoot.

Lemons
Lemons
Lots and lots of Lemons

love,
~Limoncello and the Sour Patch Kid

Don't Give Into Cute Stuff, Man

2012-01-02T20:44:00.000-08:00

I was feeling a bit lovey dovey to be writing songs that would be communicative to other humans. So I wrote a song making fun of humans.

Now I have a reason to be happy

My songs are going to piss everyone off

No one likes to hear about being happy

Unless you’re like a super optimist

So here’s a sad sad song, guys

Cry your eyes out long time

Frown because you can

Don’t give in to cute stuff man

Life is hard, and you should show it

Stop being so bright all the time

It’s not a crime

It’s just irritating

Now I’ve finally found a girl I adore

All my songs are going to be a bore

For you depressed people

Like lovey dovey dovey woo!

Look how much my love shows through!

So heres a sad sad song, just for you

love,

~E-dovey

Come Chilly Breeze

2012-01-02T20:42:00.000-08:00

I photographed a painting in my aunt Gina's house and animated it on the car ride down to San Diego. The song was made solely in logic with an orchestral MIDI set up.

Come chilly days

Come winter haze

Paint figure eights with ice skates

Infinity shall at last be ours

If only we can open up the stars

Dance with the citizens of the merry weather esablishment

You’ll never feel afraid or lonely

We will hold your hands if only

You will chant our holiday time spell

Come chilly days

Come winter haze

Come icey blaze come to the ring

love,

~Animan

A Brigher Shade of Blues

2012-01-02T20:39:00.000-08:00

Watched a refreshing documentary about the Beatles, and was reminded of when I got into them one Christmas a long time ago. Wanted to write a song sort of like the early Beatles, but more dissonant.

The night before I talked to you

Was a very very stinky night

I was tired, frustrated, bored and stressed out hard, core

Then I talked to you

How do you do?

It’s true it’s true

You take my blues

And turn it to

A brighter shade of blue

The night before I talked to you

Was a very very stupid night

I was thinking that you might not like me any, more

Then I talked to you

How do you do?

It’s true it’s true

You take my blues

And turn it to

A brighter shade of blue

love,

George Harrythumb

Goodbwye

2012-01-02T20:27:00.000-08:00

Footage from the day before edited together with a piano performance. An excessively sentimental, nonsensical love song about saying goodbye to someone you love. For Lavender.

So many moments swept away

So many times we had, those days

So many days we had in time

Such sweepy time the moment ways

Goodbye

Boodgye

Goodbye

Forever

And and two days

So many words we said those days

So many days we said those words

So many things we didn’t do

Such thingy dos, the daily wurd

So many wander to seaside

So many smiling at the monster

So few have rowed through it alone

And made the great between their home

Goodbye

My love

Goodbye

Ly move

Goodbye

Food fye

Wood wye

Forever, not so long

You dancey in my brain

love,

~The Sensitive Black Hole

A Pie Graph Comparing Spiders and Doughnuts

2012-01-02T20:24:00.000-08:00

Megan and I were hanging out, trying to write a song. So I turned the camera on.

love,
~Kitty Sweater

How Unfair That When We Don't Care, Things Are Just Things

2012-01-02T20:22:00.000-08:00

I was pretty exhausted and behind on songs at this point. Made a quick multitrack with video and sound.

How unfair that we should fare these seas without a sail

How unfair that we should have no umbrella in this hail

How unfair that people have to die when they get old

How unfair that it is so damn shiny that old gold

How unfair that sometimes when we don’t care things go well

How unfair that we should be born on the trough of swell

How unfair that hours have to be so long and short

How unfair that love can’t be a regulated sport

love,

~The Judicial Sister

SPOONZ ARE FUN!!!

2012-01-02T20:20:00.000-08:00

Grahame and I wanted to record a song with the electric and the kit, but we had no drum sticks. I ran upstairs to see what I could find, and came back down with a set of silverware spoons. What could this song possibly be about, we thought. It was like, destiny.

Spoons:

Spoons are fun they help you Play the drums

Spoons are keeng for Eating liquidy things

Spoons are sick for Spooning with your chick

Spoons are famed for feeding babies The airplane

Spoons are rude, if your Flinging your food

Spoons are something for Playing knee percussion

Spoons are far out for Ripping someone’s heart out

Spoons are radical for Gagging girls

Spoons are silver, for proclaiming the importance of a birth

Spoons are tactical in a Silverware battles

Spoons are screamin for Eating Ice Creamin

Spoons are gnar gnar, for Playing slide guitar

love,

~Breyer's Mint Dick

Sunshine

2012-01-02T20:16:00.000-08:00

I saw the sun outside my window for the first time in a while, so I jotted down some words and ran out to the front porch to record it. Yes, I know, it sounds a bit like John Denver's Sunshine. He is my bud.

Sunshine

And I don’t even have to buyit with utilities

And can watch the clouds rollsideways in the chilly breeze

While the rays are tearingdown thawing the freeze

Sunshine

In the winter is a little gemthat you will find

If you walk outside, don’tstare at your screen all the time

Take a moment, think ofnothing, and the sun will do the same thing

There is nothing that canstop you from a drop of golden

Sun dew on your quiet mind

love,

Sun-Struck Lover

Gandhi Was a Stupid Motherfucker

2012-01-02T20:13:00.000-08:00

Kevin and I set out to make a second rap project and chose religion as the focus. Threw some pretty edgy ideas out there, but had a lot of fun, and produced something pretty sweet.

[T-Cent]

Yo Islam’s been risin with it’s five pilas of justice

They’s normal people, get real you kiss o’ piecers o’custard piss

You Christies got more in common with them than with yosisters

Awww. I got blisters from rubbin up against vagina of theman

Tellin me what to think about them re-li-gions

So many baises comin my way from all directions

How am I sposed to stay in touch and not hide my erection

Like the Pope, sendin sermons from the mountain Olympus

Makin sons every time that he chooses to kiss us

Shut the shit up

I just spit up, the testaments, the Koran, the doaistmanifesto

Sid Artha, the Mind Khompf and cervesac, check for errors,yo

Before you fall into leaugue with some religious monster

Besure to question, make descisions, and always be conscious

There are spiritual communities in all parts of the world

The gutters, the oceans, the penthouses, and even thebacterial establishments

Tryna live, graspin for life in this giant esophagus, mo fosacknowledge them

I went to college kid, you tryna fuck with my ego

Well before you do that let me get you a bagel, with creamcheese

Cause I got all the doe, boy, and all of the knowledge

I’ll be a barriage of disparage in the face of allinequality

You fuck with me I’ll lay a big fat napkin on your hatredpolicy

I’ll be shoving all your books up my dick along with mycollege degree

[Hook]

Buddha is a friend of mine

And Jesus kicks it all the time

Mohammed brings the ladies down

And John Smith owns the whole damn town

Confusious talks philosophy and

Gandhi sings along with me

I Want To Be Near You (No Fair)

2012-01-02T20:08:00.000-08:00

I made this song with a similar mindset as Baby Frankenstein, mashing different styles into one piece. However, it turned out a big more uni-dimensional. Still enjoy it though... :)

I looked out the window and saw you were sleeping

The distance between us was worth me mentioning

I want to be near you

I WANT TO BE NEAR YOU!

I looked in my bed and saw that you weren’t there

So I checked in my head, and remembered where you were

Not near me

Not near

I want to be near you

I want to be near.

YOU!

I looked in my phone and saw that you were there

So I looked in the mirror but you were not there!

No fair!

I want to be near you

NO FAIR!

love,

~Pixie Dream Boy

I've Got the Holographic Snorlax

2012-01-02T20:05:00.000-08:00

Back at Monmouth Elementary School I got mildly into Pokemon cards. I gave them all away to my younger cousin years later, but I kept my holographic snorlax because it was very special to me. I was never as cool as the kid in this song.

I’m the coolest kid at M E S

I’ve got the prettiest voice

I won the strawberry syrup in the reading contest

And the teacher had to tell me not to cheat on my test

I’ll meet you on the jungle gym at half past recess

We’re gonna do a little deal watch out for teachers pets

Cause I’ve got the holographic Snorlax

No one can take it from me

They’re really really rare

And no I won’t I share

I’ll have you know it’s covered in my pee

Here, see!

I went up to a girl she was blowin me off

So I went up to her said “I choose you!”

And that was only thing I had to do

Cause I’ve got the holographic Snorlax

No one can take it from me

They’re really really rare

And no I won’t I share

You think these things come for free?

If you wanna be cool, you best start hanging out with me

love,

~Poke-Man

I'm Falling For a Cannibal

2012-01-02T20:00:00.000-08:00

Cannibals like things that are tasty. Like lettuce. And cookies. And human flesh. Luckily, my cannibal is a vegan.

I’m falling for a cannibal

I’ve known it all along

The first time that we huggedgoodbye she bit my ear so long

We danced a tribal dancearound the room and I fell for her

I couldn’t get back up, mylegs were roasting on the fire

I gave her tongue

And now I’m speechless

Her appetite excites me

Like when she took my handsaid

I want you to be inside me

I’m falling for a cannibal

I’ve known it from the start

She nestled her face in mychest, and now she’s got my heart

love,

~Vegetable

7:27 am

2012-01-02T19:51:00.000-08:00

Megan wrote me a really beautiful poem. I turned it into a song.

I had this dream about you

Smashing watermelon seeds

Coconut waves

And the sun oils

Fire spraying and spat

I colors such as

Underwater coral pinks

Vivid bumps

In a magnified manner

Swim through these coconut waves

All through lifetime, till our graves

love,

~Ninja

Meowmania

2012-01-02T19:28:00.000-08:00

Megan sent me a link to Meowmania, an interactive cat website. During our skype conversation I set up the camera, brought it up, and filmed us performing a piece.

Meow
Meow
Meow
Meow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
MeowMeow
Meow
Meow

love,
~The Ghost of Fluffy

iTunes Top Ten (December 6)

2012-01-02T19:25:00.000-08:00

I'm on a new-media satire/experimentation kick right now. I took the top ten videos from iTunes and blended them all together into one 1 minute song.

love,
~Poppy-Crotch

Oh My God, You Masturbate (A Creation Myth)

2012-01-02T19:21:00.000-08:00

I was about to record this song when Kevin knocked on my door. In the video I point out a gross spot on my bed which I think is out in the open, when in fact he hadn't seen it. But hey, God probably masturbates too.

On his first off day God placed one minuscule village

Upon a blue ball out in space

He gave the chief artist a brush and a stencil

And told it to paint on the front of its blank head thestencil, a shape of pure grace

And the stencil was of his own face

This brush is a magical thing, he said

With this little thing you will shine

I give you a tool you’ve never heard of

A step toward the title divine

But you won’t get that title, it’s mine

Then God said to the village

“I give you the continents,

Oceans, and skies, it’s a race

You can conquer them, harness them, bring them to life

But just try to survive your own self-annihilation

Before you get through fucking space.”

These things are all magical things he said

But with this giant thing you’re all screwed

I give you an endless sea of nothingness

With a speck every here and there that you can see

So you’re always as butt-hurt as me

On the final day god was sucked into a black hole

He died with no words and no witness

The village therefore, never got his last memo

“I give you dipshits quantum physics”

love,

~The Human God

Butterflies

2012-01-02T19:16:00.000-08:00

Hanging out with Megan went so much better than I thought. When we decided just to be friends, I think we realized how deep our connection was. I am falling for the Lady Lavender at last.

Flutter flutter flutter flies

Belly bothering bye byes

Stared too long into your eyes

And now I cannot crawl back out

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling

Every time my cell phone sings

A cacoon breaks in my belly

And a critter flies on out

Buzzy boozy boozy buzz

There she goes and goes she does

Such an elegant insect

What will my mother say??

My dad says “What the heck???”

Such mass metamorphosis

In my tummy when we kiss

I might barf a swarm of butterflies

Onto your smiling lips

Then relief will come at last

When the torrent all has passed

Some might take a pill to kill the lovely cloy

But me? No, I’m a very happy boy

love,

~Butterflyler

Every City I've Lived In (A Personal Reflection)

2012-01-02T19:12:00.000-08:00

I realized recently that the cities I've called my home have been getting larger in sequence. I'd like this to continue until I'm 40 or so, and then start living smaller and smaller again until I can build my own cabin in a grassy meadow somewhere, with someone I love.

There in the thick of the redwood land

I went plop from the womb and started growin up an odd youngman

3 Years flew by and the first time I

Realized I was alive was the ride up to Monmouth Oregon

10 years passed, and the cherry tree bloomed fast

Blanket white half the time on the old front lawn by theschool

Then up the hill, with Stormy on my lap, I rememberwondering how there had been so many halves

In another 5 years, I was out the door and into thestrangest land they called Bean Moore

I exploded from the halls, shining bright, in the fall, withneon colors keen to me in Eugene, OR

Now I’m here in the city of roses, making things I love, onthe platform of my BFA

But I’m still confused, cause I’m still amused, at the factthat there’s so much more time left to drip away

Every city I’ve lived in’s gotten bigger in sequence

What comes next, might Chicago, New York, or the city oflights

Either way, I’ll go plop to the beat of the time dropsdrippin in the puddle of my old fashioned mind

And even though the time clouds are slowly getting smaller

The puddle’s getting bigger all the time

love,

~Baby-Bow-Ty

Lady Gaga, You Were Such a Wa-Wa-Wooo

2012-01-02T19:08:00.000-08:00

I used to think Lady Gaga was such a wa-wa-woo. Because she has a lot of cool music videos and stuff. But come on Gaga, start either writing better music, or having your satire be more obvious, because it all sounds like a watered down version of madonna. I know it's part of your conceptual act, but develop your concept a little more, okay gurl? Thank you Gaga. If you do this I will be one of your little monsters.

No Gaga, you’re becoming

You’ve become –

Nope, you were always

I hoped Lady Gaga would destroy the pop machine

But then I realized all she was was a fashion queen

Her videos, just go to show that she’ll be rockkin on thestage till her rockin chair falls into the grave

Lady Gaga

You were such wa wa Woooo!

For a minute or two

Now the world sees that

You’re music don’t reflect your act

She’s a weirdo for the normal people

But if you’re a weirdo than you’re bound to think she’s fake

But it’s okay, just have a beer though

If you’re lucky maybe you will be the one with theopportunity

To assassinate the music industry!

Betta do it right

Betta not let it buy you

Betta not mess this one up

You only got one shot do miss your chance to –

Fuck.

love,

~Lady Ty Ty

Feminism Must Be Humanism

2012-01-02T18:39:00.000-08:00

I was feeling really frustrated about all the people around me talking about sex, and not experiencing it myself. Here's a crazy dissonant guitar ballad about that frustration, and the reverse prejudice that sometimes represses boys.

Oh the boys, who feel the sexual frustration

They’ve been crying cause the girls have ignored them

Even ones who only want to please the girls

Never recognized, “I shouldn’t have to ask” they cry, theywant to feel the oral pleasure too

But the women are too busy saying “ooh”

Boys, like girls, are told so many things about themselves

How to act and how to hold their feelings in

How to fight, and how to drink, and how to spin

How they’ve oppressed the girls by just being alive

Feminism must be humanism

Feminism has to be humanism!

Feminism isn’t humanism sometimes!

What about the boys who are crying?

Oh the girls they feel the sexual frustration

Through the years they’ve been deprived of satiation

Now the weight is tipping all different directions

Boys are crying too, and hiding their erections

love,
~Feminist #2013849

The Sine Wave Storm

2012-01-02T18:33:00.000-08:00

Brian and Grahame and I were in the empty studio, weekend after the term ended. Claire came down from up in architecture lair and the night got fun. We went out to eat food cart burritos and drink up on the top of an empty parking garage, and ended the night with a dance party in the screening room. I was pretty tired, and a little bit nervous about hanging out with Megan for the first time in a while the next day. This song is about me lying on the floor while the others dance, absorbing the beat, and relaxing myself thoroughly.

Down here on the floor

I can feel the bouncy beat inside my soul

Took a moment here to stop my busy brain

Now I move to smile, signify all's okay

Rock my hand with devil horns,

Fall in step the sine wave fury, rocks the storm

I know that if I really thought it out

I’d realize that there’s not really so much stuff to worryabout

love,

~The Bendable Woman

We's Indie

2012-01-02T18:26:00.000-08:00

Keith C, Mckenzie and I were having a discussion about the hi-jacking and bastardization of the indie movement through mass appeal garnering and corporate uni-directionality. We all feel that the negative connotation of the word "hipster" is too often associated with the entire indie movement nowadays, an over-generalization that is not true/offensive/prejudice/stupid. Every movement has it's assholes. Most 'indie' people are really nice, smart, fun, creative, caring people.

Here's a wacko song both celebrating and making fun of everything I just said in that last paragraph.

Wurd op

Wurd down

Ain’t no doubt

We’s the weirdos in this town

Yo dawg

You blog?

Send yo link my way you silly clown

Let’s chill

Get comftrobile

Feels like the rarity round here

Oh dear

We’s indie

And proud of it

Holla at us, you know you love it

Cause wes the new folk movement of the 60s

The Jonis and the Cats you know you down wid dat

Stop with the hipster shit

And go fuck yourself you stereotyping bastard

love,

~Emma's Little Crush

Leaving For Good

2012-01-01T08:45:00.000-08:00

Brian showed me some John Frusciante the other night and I fell briefly in love. I want to be able to make something so rough, yet so beautiful. Here is my first attempt at that:

I’m leaving for good

You could tell me goodbye

But there’s no reason you should

I’m headed for sun

Past the gates of this world

To a place where peace has begun

Don’t tell me to stay

You can follow if you want

But there’s no reason you should

I’m leaving my shit

Where I’m going, can’t take it

But it’s not what you think

I’m not dying

I’m just leaving

You can follow if you want

But I can’t guarantee you’ll find what your looking for

But there’s no reason you should

love,

~Goodbyler

Natural Disasters [Parental Advisory]

2012-01-01T08:38:00.000-08:00

Kevin and Grahame and I have been itching to do a col-rap-oration for a long while now. This is our first attempt. A bit unfocused and weak at points, but fun and good practice none the less.

love,
~The French Tornado

Imaging In the City

2012-01-01T08:34:00.000-08:00

This video is super silly. It's like half assed improv, that knows it's half-assed, but still isn't that good. Haha. It's part of a film I did for my imaging in the city class with colaborators Brian Schmidt and Grahame Bywater. Check it out if you want, it's an experimental new media piece:

love,
The Photography Pumpkin

Painting a Portrait of You

2012-01-01T07:07:00.000-08:00

I was feeling bored of all normal stuff, so I wrote a song with illiteration designed specifically to clip the microphone. I like how the poem turned out too. There's an interesting pattern to it if you look closely.

love,
Blow-Ty

Incandescent Strut

2011-11-28T12:16:00.001-08:00

I've been getting super into Brasilian Bossa Nova lately. Ethan showed me this really sick river waltz by Oregon musicians Donna Henderson and Cassio Vianna: http://soundcloud.com/cassiovianna/river-waltz-donna-henderson

I was so impressed by it's simplistic beauty. This song is an attempt to learn from it stylistically. I busted out the melodica, wine glass, and fake papyrus for backings.

Looking back, to re-interpret bads that have been mine

Learning shouldn’t make my heart drop out of time

Sending letters to the future now

Maybe when I read them I will understand a new part of thehow

Always growing

Always going

Always hitting ruts

One day, I will find a pace, an incandescent strut

Looking forward from the past I find the patterns changingfast

But who knows what direction they will go

All that matters is they bend and flow

Always moving

Always grooving

Always missing beats

One day, I dance new steps with incandescent feet

Looking inward, seeing outward dissonance defeats the coward

But the strong will carry on through shadows in the den

Finding new meaning in the dusty letters that they’ve sent

love,

~Casio Rihanna

Was I Too Nice Inna Previous Life?

2011-11-28T12:10:00.001-08:00

Caleb was practicing for his playing test in band on Monday, so I asked him if he'd play his part and yell "hey!" every now and then in this ironic punk song that I wrote.

(Another one with the one channel headphone reverb problem)

You don’t really care what you think about me

All you really care about’s my integrity

You don’t really care if I’m in a bad mood

Just as long as I’m honest, and never too rude

You don’t really think I should be a perfect guy

You’re always so damn willing to let it fly

You’re just giving me the benefit of the doubt

You’re so understanding that I just wanna shout

Was I too nice inna previous life??

I’m so tired of you smiling back everytime I smile

I was taught the world was unfair, cold, dark, and hostile

I’m so tired of you accepting me for who I am

It’s so typical of you to not to kick me when I’m down

Why are you such a freaking decent person

Why don’t you judge me for my clothes

Why don’t you judge me for being kinda weird

I bet you’d even like me if I shaved off my beard!

You don’t really care what you think about me

All you really care about’s my integrity

love,

~Whiney Pants and The Punky Band Kid

That's-a-Volume!

2011-11-28T12:08:00.001-08:00

When-a the spoon hits your fly like-a the big piece-o pie, that's-a-volume!

love,
~Eye-Ty-Lian

Let's Discuss Our Identities

2011-11-28T12:01:00.001-08:00

Heritage! Identity! Culture! Yay!

(I would highly recommend not listening to this one with headphones as I failed to realize that one of the channels was out when I recorded it. The reverb was applied to both channels, and it sounds pretty terrible if you're only hearing the real content in one ear.)

I’m a quarter Eye-talian

A sixteenth Cherokee

A third girlie girl

What are you, won’t you share with me?

Let’s discuss our heritage

Let’s discuss our race

Moreover, let’s discuss our identities

Imma quarter Texan too

Taiwanese by not yet marriage

I relate with Japanese girls

And I’m part way still in carriage

I’m .08 Russianvodka

I’m an eighth of marijuana

1 thousandth of the way to Nirvana

1 half flora, 1 half fauna

I express 6/7ths vocally

The aching woes inside of me

Which benefit 10/12ths of me

That aren’t half bad at poetry

So let’s discuss our make-ups

Let’s discuss our parts

I’ll discuss my identity in verse

But don’t feel obligated to do the same, it’s okay

I’m roughly .6 unpredictable

Around .4 mathematical

I’m not too good at times tables

But luckily a decade later

We all rely on calculators

I’m a glass half full of tears

I’m a flock of loosey gooses

Roughly ¼ through my years

But most of all,

You’ll see it’s true

I’m one whole me!

And I’m pretty sure you’re one whole you

love,

~Half Everything, Half Nothing

girlfrend

2011-11-26T17:54:00.001-08:00

Let me introduce you...

Let me introduce you to my girlfriend

Let me introduce you to my girl

Let me introduce you to the vibrance

Let me introduce you to the world

Her favorite place to chill at

Is my workplace

She really likes the view from way up here

Just because my girlfriend’s made of plastic

Just because my girlfriend is a man

Doesn’t mean you know what’s in her heart

I’ll be hiding back seat of your van

Let me introduce you to my girlfriend

She’s the sweetest girl that I know

You will like her if you get to know her

I know you have heart down in your soul

love,

Olivia's Dark Pajamas

Redwood Rendezvous

2011-11-26T17:50:00.001-08:00

A strange little love tryst fantasy gone cosmic wacko, vaguely silly.

Well I know a patch in the old redwood grove

We can go after dark if you want

If you listen real careful you’ll hear the faint creaking ofcreatures two thousand old years in the making

And there we can softly make love, if you’d like

The redwoods won’t mind, we are ants in their rug

You know that I heard on the old science channel thatredwoods make love over hundreds of years, but if we can catch two at just theright moment

We’ll witness the redwood grove reach toward the sky

And the stars will all gather to bathe in the ripple

Of four ancient souls, as we bend and collide

Well I know a place in the old redwood grove

And it’s so great I get too excited, sometimes

I think my romantic talk scared you

But I want you to know your invited

I’ll understand, though, if you don’t want to go

I’m ready to do this alone

love,

~Tryst

Happy At Last

2011-11-26T17:47:00.001-08:00

So many takes, only semi-satisfied.

I had a dream I was happy at last

Then the caffeine wore off

Now I am trying to retrace my steps

But my brain keeps on changing the subject to sex

And I’ve gotten all hard and frustrated again

But I still can remember the jist,

It went something vaguely like this

Let Peace of Mind build me tower

Stopped getting my highs all from drugs

And then, got addicted to breathing

4. Repeat 3 add the things that I love

And I’m thinking its not as impossible

To make it there as it seems

All I need is some air

And a good comfy chair

And a nice crunchy pair

And a way to get back

To the dream where I’m happy at last

Then I wake up, cause I’m snoring in class

love,

Mandolin Bywater

Prayer of an Agnostic Catholic

2011-11-26T17:40:00.001-08:00

I blew a backing instrumental into my beer bottle, and then wrote some old gospel lyrics to go with.

God, take me out of this valley I’m in

The dark caves of my head

I know I haven’t been a perfect man

But I’ve always been a friend

Lord, I don’t really believe in you, but I know you’re finewith that

All I’m askin for is a gram of hope, and a compliment on myhat

Jesus take me out of this rut I’m in

Gotta glide on through the deep blue day

I know you won’t answer but I’ll clasp my hands

And act like I’m prayin anyway

Cause faith isn’t nothing if it’s just a word, and nothingdon’t have to be faithless

Even empty spaces have a silver lining, like a frame that boundsthe BS

Holy spirit of the wordless realm

You my go to gal most days

Ain’t never found a diety or spirit

Who’s purpose was defined so vague

You are nothing in a sense and everything another,

I’ll hide with you each time I gotta take cover

Be me lover holy spirit, I am so crazy about you

love,

The Homosexual Version of Jesus Christ

Baby Frankenstein

2011-11-26T16:48:00.001-08:00

I spent several hours in the recording booth pioneering this song. I had managed to squash so many grossly different styles together that my immediate reaction went something like this: Oh, god, a monster!

The video followed in the song's footsteps, and before I knew it there were little dancing Tylers everywhere. This is the first all-nighter with no deadline I've pulled in years.

Hey little baby speakin' motherese
Could you learn to talk like a normal person please
Watch out David Bowie's hiding under your crib
Don't go around thinkin' you can act like a little kid for all your life

Find a girl
Make her your wife
Be like me or you'll never find a job before you're 3

I know the world is a pretty scary place
But you gotta get your move on
Don't have time to waste
Learn about law or medicine
Don't wanna get behind
Gotta win win WIN!
For all your life

Find a girl
Make her your wife
Be like me or you're never gonna truly succeed

I'm gonna start to give you burgers for your morning snack
So grow some teeth, grow 'em fast!
If you don't I'll give you a cigar and a hatchet
Go and chop a tree down
And we'll battle
To the death with a pocket knife and a rusty pipe
And I will win
And steal your widowed wife
And you will cry like a baby!

You will burn in hell
Unless you grow up now

For all your life
Find a girl
Make her your wife

Stupid baby.

love,
Daddy

Penny Starship

2011-11-26T16:37:00.001-08:00

I wasn't sure where to take these lyrics, so I let them escape in a subtle little dissonant folk song. Here's to the times when I was younger, flying my penny starship around Mary's Peak, exploring uncharted worlds.

Down in the wet streets, the leafpiles red

There’s a world you haven’tvisited since you were a kid

Grab a penny starship and goflying back down

Let’s explore uncharted lands inthis boring old town

(whispers)

You can smoke lot’s of cigarettesbefore you get dead

But you’ll never love the weatherif you don’t try to live

love,

~Mary's Son

Infant Mortality

2011-11-20T04:33:00.001-08:00

A public service announcement. The first in a series.

Tapatio
Tapatio
Tapatio
Tapatio make everything better

Pregnancy Tea

2011-11-20T04:28:00.001-08:00

Edwin bought us pregnancy tea. We were thinking hypothetically of walking over to the park across the street from our house and asking a cute girl if she wanted to come over for a cup of pregnancy tea. "I usually assume women are pregnant," we would say, "but don't think I'm a pervert or something, I'm just trying to be considerate." I can't think of how this plan could go wrong.

love,
Pregnant Dude

Letter From Cynth

2011-11-20T04:24:00.001-08:00

In other news, I sing the utilities reminder land-lady Cynthia wrote us.

Nov. 14

Hi guys

Thanks for raking and takingthe g. cans out

Remember however that therecycle is every week

The rent + deposit +utilities for nov was short by $270

Feel free to re-check my math

Total depsit of $800 required3 installments of $600 ea of which you

Od 575 in oct. (your actualdeposit is 1750)

Nov. $600 Dec $600 inaddition to rent and util.

So please remit asap

Thx,

Cynth

Auto-Folk #2

2011-11-20T04:21:00.001-08:00

The experiment from yesterday carried farther. This time there's some real lyrical content, appropriately about songwriting ruts.

Look at me I am not the thing you’d thought I’d be by now

I hated rap

Thought it was crap

And now I’m caught inna caught inna hip hop trap

Cause I wanna take my music real seriously

But I also try to have a sense of humor

And I’m torn between the two different forms because theyeach have their own special qualitie-e-e-es

A hip hop song

Don’t take near as long

Cause it flows right from my mouth

But I gotta have something that’ll make people laugh ortheir gonna spit it right back out

I ain’t no eminem

I ain’t no Mos Def

So why am I tryna be

And a folk song flows from the head to the toes

Stoppin every which way between

It can make me cry while I sit and write

But in the morning makes me want to scream

Ahhh

Cause I just can’t figure out how to say things

I want to say in so many words

It’s an esoteric trap which sometimes produces crap and I’msick and tired of not being heard

I ain’t no regina

And I ain’t no avett brothers

So why do I keep tryin so hard to be

Look at me and listen if you want

But just understand that I can’t write the perfect song

And I guess I’ll never be completely happy with anything butrobots

Robotz.

love,

Auto-Ty

Autopwnd

2011-11-20T04:19:00.001-08:00

A little auto-tuned folk experiment.

love,
Autopwnler

Let Me Project a Universe on You

2011-11-20T04:15:00.001-08:00

The intense digital distortion was not intentional, but I like it. The intense reverb was.

It's about chatting with a stranger you immediately have a crush on.

We only talked

For like 2 or 3 mintues

But even so, I won’t forget it

You’re probably told you’re cute all of the time

But can’t you just pretend, for me, this time

Let me project a universe on you?

Your face will change the more I get to know you

If you gave me time, then I could show you

love,

Beamer-Ty

After All the Visions Fade Away

2011-11-20T04:10:00.001-08:00

A song ostensibly written from the perspective of a Tralfamadorian: an alien race from Vonegut Mythology that sees all time at once. Or maybe it's just about you...

Enjoy my liberated vocal cracks. :P

Back in space

The issues that we had

Battling over spaces, stones in hand

Loving little, for the everyman

Now that visions let us see all time

We’ve forgotten how to step in line

So far we can see

Smashed in reality

Instances of one thing, yet uweaved

It looks like a lapse, intwined inside rememberance

It looks like a flame that caught our eye

It looks like the calm after the cry

It looks like the blurred and tangled smile of emptiness

Laughing at the creature

You will form your own opinion on it’s humors nature

For after all the visions fade away

We will stand there silent in our caves

Solemn as the day after parade

Grabbed hold or let go the things we’ve made

An instance always truer than the time we spent and saved

love,

Billy's Pilgrim

An Antarctic Excursion

2011-11-20T04:07:00.001-08:00

I destroyed this one with a better attitude.

Dug me a hole

Down in the Antarctic snow

Oh I’ve been serving these left-brained researcher types fora long enough time I could melt

All this ice and float out to the continental shelf

But it’s grand

To wake up to a white wonderland

And the food really isn’t so bad

“Come see this seal”

Says the lead scientist in his field

It’s not cute, not at all, it’s a giant sea slug in thewhite Antarctic mud

But I guess

This is nature at it’s purest

And he’s probably beautiful somewhere deep inside

“I’m taking a hike

To the South Pole” says Mike

“No you’re not” I say

You’ll pass out it’s too hot out there

Haha haha

But seriously

Don’t do that…

Okay, you’re right

This adventure has been a delight

And when I get old I might

Tell my grandkids I’ve been to the continent covered inwhite

love,

Gina

Meaningless Manifesto

2011-11-20T03:53:00.001-08:00

I wrote a good song that I like, but I'm in such a bad mood/frustrated mood/musical rut that I tore it shreds with controlled, self loathing, laughter.

With a word to the wild of the old snowmen that tend tochase me still

I will walk, with bare feet on, among the snow tombeddaphodils

And it’s stroke and smear, light the rustic candleier

Oil, the story on the canvas, ink, the tempered violet rage

And inside the sink, the fosset washes everything away

All the jests and duels, empty nests and jewels

Emptiness and spools, that never quite unwind each time thesame

I will cross my ears to hear the smell of wind outside thewindowsill

This happy moments wouldn’t ever do to be regained

The God-like thing has boxed it in a frame

With exhale to spite the wicked self defeat I’ve fell into

I will walk, with bare feet on, through the impressionistichills

Drag my feet through the oils, as the moon tears off it’sfoil

Bare as bone, the newly windowed failing sun

It could be fun

love,

Good Assitude

Regina Spektor Is Gettng Married

2011-11-20T03:48:00.001-08:00

The love of my life, Regina Spektor, is rumored to be getting married. There are few words to describe how I feel right now. I chose one.

No
No
No
No
No
No
No
NO
No
No
No
No
no

love,
Regina's Soulmate

Cheanj'd Enamz (Seman Degnahc)

2011-11-09T13:30:00.000-08:00

I had the bright idea of trying to record a song backwards. The lyrics were written forwards, and then transposed into reverse speak. They are more decipherable at the beginning of the song, as I got better at enunciating the syllables backwards towards the end of recording. I would like to expand on this idea with more practice, perhaps eventually applying the style to an entire concept album entitled: Time Travel. Check out the trippy Kaleidoscope!!!

Backwards:

Peeling back pages in our photo book

Came across a picture that your brother took

No significance, perhaps a party, but a look

Preview of the imminent future

Crooked as a cherry twig, subtle frown

Eyes looking out at the grand canyon

Cocked, your head, stirring up a cold milkshake

Drunk up whole in the moment you wake

Something in the present before drew blinds

Hiding this picture as the click wheel wound

How will we find it as the long hand grinds?

Next time the picture is the same

Though the faces will have changed names

Forwards:

Zmane D’jnaech va(n) liiw sesafe uth owth

Mace uth sii ruchkip uth mmite t’xen

Zdnairg dnah gnol uth zaa tii dnif eew liiw wowh

Dnow leew kilk uth zaa ruchkip sith gnideyeh

Zdniailb woord rofeeb tnezerp uth nii gnithemus

Kaew uiy tnemom uth nii lohw puu knurd

Kaeshklim dlowk uu puu gnirruhts dehh ruiy d’kock

Naeynaac dnaarg uth taa tua gnikle zai

Nwourf l’tus giiwt eer-‘h’ uu zaa dekurk

Ruchuyf tnenimmii uth vuh wuveerp

Kul uu tub, eetrop uu zpahrep snakifingis own

Kut ruthurb rouy tath ruchkip uu sarcuh make

Kub otof ruow nii zejape kab gnileep

love,

~Nostalgianna

Bjouwww Voup

2011-11-09T13:21:00.000-08:00

Bjouwww Voup is a sensitive Robot poem.

love,
~Dr. Shwanky's Creator

Chain Reaction

2011-11-09T13:18:00.000-08:00

A simple concept song: Chain reaction, yo. The chords are from a song I wrote during the three month song-a-day I did right before this year, and I surmise that that is where they will eventually end up again. They progress as follows: A B C D E F G A.

A dude kicks a beach ball

A dune starts collapsing

The tide gets higher

The moon starts adapting

The gravitation changes

On a near-by asteroid

The moon pulls it forward

And everything gets ---plffffff

love,

The Dude that Accidentally Destroyed the World

Time Machine

2011-11-09T13:12:00.000-08:00

Another Open D new weird america ballad about traveling backwards to the beginning of time.

Ride in my rickety timemachine

Through the windy old grottoesat the end of the sea

Past the star bearing mothersthat earth has forgot

To the center of time we willgo

Bring your lantern, we’llwatch the world grow

Careful, take heed from a weatheredtime traveler

Your stomach will lurch asyou start to fall backwards

Before long you’ll realizeyour face has no features

Before long you’ll’ve yet tobeen born

Hold your hands at yourthighs

Shutting tightly your eyes

As you fall through your figurelessform

Before long the feeling willpass

Before long you’ll meld withthe storm

Make sure, by all gods,you’ve wool socks on your toes

For the life barrier is thecoldest cold goes

But don’t keep the pupils atbay for too long

Or you’ll fly past thedawning of man

Watch your first relative tryto stand

Watch your first relativeclimb on land

Watch your first relativesplit in two, then expand

The reverescope fits in thepalm of your hand

Wave it by

Wave it nigh

Let it go

Before long you’ll start tofeel sad

Then you’ll wake up, andrealize you are whole

At this point, grab thegratitude lever and pull

love,

~Time Traveler

Halloween Frights

2011-11-09T13:04:00.000-08:00

I don't even know where to start with this one... So I won't.

Master of Scaremonies:

You will miss the darkness

You will miss the night

You will miss the winter weddings

Oh the Halloween frights!

The Aneurysm Twins:

Don’t tickle your girlfriend too much

Or she will sell your things

Dr. Deformula, MS:

I am in cahoots with the wild cat colony,

Advancing on the humans tonight

I am in cahoots with the president, the aliens, and evencreepy creatures of the night

The Aneurysm Twins:

Garage sale stolen items are the new and cool product, trysome new and different things

Dr. Deformula, MS:

But I, don’t, BITE!

Master of Scaremonies:

Oh the Halloween frights!

Robin Bloodparasite:

Have you heard the tale of the voyager who tried so hard toswim, but he never learned to fly.

Once he crossed the peek of boredom he rolled up in a balland refused to die

Dr. Deformula, MS

I am in cahoots with the god-like masterminds

The futurists, trans-humanists, and dopes

I am in cahoots with the scientists, the cannibals, and evenall the well-done foreign soaps

But I don’t GROPE!

The Aneurysm Twins:

Experiment with your inner pirate

Experiment with your time machines

Experiment away, but keep your shit clean!

Sister Syphilis:

I'm so Beautiful!

Master of Scaremonies:

Oh the Halloween frights!

love,
The Beastiality Brothers

New Kinda Cool

2011-11-09T12:00:00.000-08:00

Once again, Grahame's lyrics for most of the song. I am just the featured rapper and harmonyist.

love,
New Kinda Fool

Kim Jong-Il

2011-11-09T11:58:00.000-08:00

Kim Jong-Il deserves a thousand songs, written by angels, this is but a meager attempt at honoring his grandeur.

The swallow sung and thedouble rainbow come

Gave birth to the king of thehappiest land on earth

Oh my dear leader

Our father thou art inpyongyang

Oh generalissimo

After they moved to theJapanese mansion

He saw his older brother inthe midst of a tantrum

So he took him down to thepool and solved the problem

His mother didn’t like thisso he borrowed his papas gun

The swallow sung and thedouble rainbow come

Gave birth to the king of thehappiest land on earth

Oh my dear leader

Our father thou art inpyongyang

Oh generalissimo

Now he’s ruler of thehappiest land on earth

And he’s gifted things bycelebrities

He’s an all together greatguy but he gets a bad rap

But that’s just a bunch ofcrap

Cause when the swallow sungand the double rainbow come

There came the birth of theking of the happiest land on earth

love,

~Humble American

Carousel

2011-11-09T11:52:00.000-08:00

The hook was mostly Geeblie's lyrics, I wrote the verse and piano and melody, Geebs did a harmony and rap verse, and all was swell in the kingdom of motion graphics and timewarp.

When all your friends have skipped on home

And you’re sittin on the carousel all alone

With one little moment all to yourself

You’ll never find this special feeling with no body else

So ride and ride till your stomach gets sick

Take a break to spew some vomit on your carosel stick

You’ve never spent much time alone with your insides

Now spin like a buzz head, spin like a kite

With every circle comes a splatter, the same old sights

But they’ll change colors as you ride on through the night

(I'll have to transcribe G's rap at some point)

love,

Renaissance Man

Always Wrong

2011-11-09T11:45:00.000-08:00

I felt too uninspired leaving another song a Capella, so I recorded some backings for it. But then it got too robot, which is another one of my cliches. And then I tried to fix that by bringing down the robot in the mix, which basically ended up watering down the song. So I added a solarize filter to the video! Yay! But then I couldn't even commit to that,,,

Oohbah doobah doobah doo

Why am I still so sad over you?

Didn’t know each other face to face very long

I was always waiting for the next thing

And we were always better at texting

Drawings, sketches of your life

Running non-stop through my mind

Playing bowtie games at night

But you were scared, and that’s alright

Oohbah doobah doobah doo

I can’t shake the idea of you

But in the reality we wouldn’t make it long

If you don’t trust me

We’ll always get it wrong

If I don’t trust you

We’ll always get it wrong

love,

Bad Boyfriend

Gay

2011-11-09T11:31:00.000-08:00

This song started about my normal white-t and jeans attire that day and ended about gay rights. Think it through!

Check it!

I’m a normal guy today

What the hell do you want from me?

Some fashion photography?

All the ladies say that I look like a model

But I be penguin waddling when I suck that bottle, man

Don’t you playas be playin me before we play chess

I’m the white queen and I’ll bitch kick yo ass

Trim that grass, take a toke, for you playas that smoke

Personally, makes me anxious, yeah anxious and pourous

Shelled up like a tortois when I hit the chorus

I’m an introvert

At times

But I will relate

With rhymes

Wankstas say I’m gay

It’s true

I’ll be lickin your junk

In two

Minutes

Yeah, Imma pretty homo dude

Bisexual maybe

All I’m sayin’s I like boys and I can’t bear no babies

Queer as Mercury, quick like a silver bullet

I’ll tame that hairy warewolf with a dildo in the gullet

Don’t you grant me wisdom, dickhead, I already stole it

Your logic makes me sick

Imma vomit on your cock

Let me ask you this

Where’s the fuck’s the gay hip hop?

Just cause I suck it up don’t mean I don’t got a glock clip

Trick or treat motha fuckas

Imma milk yo man tits!

So I’m gay and I’m white, okay

You might stop to ask me this:

Why the fuck do we call it gay when two dudes kiss?

All I really gotta say is that shit get’s me pissed

Cause in actuality, Imma pretty hetero dude

Bisexual maybe, but yo labelin is rude

Love transcends all the names you could ever slap on it

Homos, heteros, transsexuals, intersex kids, a-sexuals

Let me leave you with one solid note before my pedastalbreaks

The love that you give outweighs the love that you take

Think it through

love,

~Bisexual Baby

Conceptual Art

2011-11-09T11:26:00.000-08:00

This is not Ironic.

I don't enjoy conceptual art
I don't enjoy conceptual art
This is not ironic.

love,
~Administrator

Utopia

2011-11-09T01:54:00.000-08:00

This came from a photo assignment prompt.

What is my utopia

A clearing in the woods

Reflections those the Christmas eyes

The scent of burning cedar wood

The stars out in a field

The wind out on the dunes

Mysterious and wafting like a raft across my moods

Images of somewhere that I went been before I woke

Bytes of sound that never have been spoke-n

My utopia could be a legendary moment

Playing aliens or staring off the peak of Montmartre

The smell of face up close

A pimple squeeze at nose

A hand inside the pants will ask the autumn gale to blow

My utopia’s marked on a treasure map tattoo

The hair grows in to cover up the secrets I’ve left you

One day I’ll show you my utopia, but on that day

The treasure map will lie inside the darkness of my grave

I’ve left the shovel in the shed out back

Utopia lies where I’ve marked a red X on the map

love,

~Idealer

Halo

2011-11-09T01:51:00.000-08:00

A song about one thing, turned into a song about another thing.

Halo

Dim your glow and I’ll sing you a song

Maybe, this time, I won’t turn the lights on

Now that I’m with you I just want to say

To stare in your brilliance is like watching sol kill theearth on the trillionth day

Halo

I know that you live far away

But I really hope I can touch you some day

Space is so cold, and the portal so long

But I’ll give you chocolate, and sing you a song

Halo

I don’t really know much bout you

But I am certain that I would like to

Show me your brightest, and I’ll show you the time

We could spin circles and glide out of line

Time isn’t long, but it lasts a long while

I’d like to spend some time making you smile

love,

Hallow Memoirs

2011-11-09T01:48:00.000-08:00

A long song I played on piano as Grahame improved some guitar. I wrote lyrics for it later, took me a while to finish them.

We tried to find our way back to the park

The playground walls

But points of view caught twisty vines that grabbed our feetand there we fell back down

Oh wicked winding gravel road back home

You’ve let the slender man stride in our hearth

Crickets dare to sing his wiley poem

The haunting notes will follow us to birth

Scribbling harder with our strongest hand

Hallow memoirs at the dusk of man

Searching for a love like everyone

Finding that you searched too hard at last

No one can predict another person

Sometimes when you jump you fall too fast

Each time when you jump up at the sky

You fall back down

Hanging man strung up at waters edge

Rotting like the reason for his life

Swinging back and forth like pendulum

Torn apart by cannibals tonight

The tip of the pen will draw your blood

And leave your heart stretched thin

Poured into a

Hallow memoir

At the dusk of man

Growing up, a skinny scraper

Challenging the sky

Someday we must fall back down

love,

~Slenderman

Chew It Up

2011-11-09T01:45:00.000-08:00

I studied some Biggie flo for this track. A public service announcement of sorts.

"Phew, it's just about bagels." - :)

Chew it up

Chew it up it’s a bagel

Don’t underplay it

Try to take time to show you ‘ppreciate it

All this fast food chewin’s gonna make you round someday

Cause fullness is a complex issue, or so they say

Eat slow, and you might start to get full sooner

Need I mention indigestion, you excessive chainspooner?

Chew it up

love,

~Big-Ty

Take a Breath

2011-11-09T01:40:00.000-08:00

A nonsense, emotional, half-assed song. Okay?

After work we’ll grab some foam

Take it down to the foster home

And start tripping

Tripping on our phones

Do you have the app for that?

Can your phone make me less fat

We’ll go catching

Catching all our words in little tins we’ll call soulcatchers

We’ll call the pope

Ask him to heal all

Our sore throats

Pop a mile’s worth of candy corn

In the tax machine by the elevator door

I’mma loner when it comes to working myself to death

Take a breathe

Don’t take meth

Take a breathe

After fun we’ll have our bore

Leave the sun for an hour more

And start dripping

Intellect too old

For the new crane fold

Take a movie break, when your girlfriend wakes, and shakethat salt shaker like a rebel quaker

Take a breathe

love,

~Oxygenifer

Fear

2011-11-09T01:36:00.000-08:00

I took three different improvised songs, each 1 minute and 10 seconds and laid them all on top of each other in the timeline. Then I cut out frames 2 and 3, 5 and 6, 8 and 9 etc. After that I took the second clip and cut out frames 3 and 4, 6 and 7 etc. Then with the 3rd clip 4 and 5, 7 and 8 and so on and so forth. So in essence what we have here is a video and song that is constantly progressing in the 3 different channels, all in separate times in terms of their physical reality, but all together to the perceptor.

I'd like to experiment with this more as a lot of the sound is drowned out in effects... I wanted to make it sound scary. :P

love,
Failed Emotion

Tears for the Lady Lavender

2011-11-09T01:28:00.000-08:00

Dipping in and out of the tear fountain.

Lady Lavender oh how did we go wrong

The pain inside my head just folded out in song

But all you saw was one page of my diary

(The next one said I just wanted to kiss you)

And now I miss you

I miss you and I want to tear that page out

To burn it in the fire like the sage brush

And fill the room with scents of innocence

To my mistake

Lady Lavender now that we’ve walked in dark

Let me shine a light on how I truly feel

The wonders and the warm things that you gave to me

Will never leave the caverns of my heart

Even if you wish to never see me

Even if forever we’re apart

I will never forget how you looked at me

How we glid past Pluto in the park

Yes there is a child lives inside your eyes

But she is not the only thing I saw

Something stretching farther,

Deeper than the ocean

Far below the beachgoers who never stop to listen

Traces of the mother hum the song that sprung the universe

Dancing in the core of every heart

The Lady Lavender will soar on farther

Farther than the crane inside my pocket

Farther than an everlasting rocket

Farther than the tears inside my sockets

love,
BTDB

My Tongue

2011-11-09T01:24:00.000-08:00

A silly song about my tongue, and kissing. This one fell into the same void between worlds, though it belonged in something like a youtube comment...

love,
~Tongue-Tyed

Child Eyes

2011-11-09T01:19:00.000-08:00

This song is caught between two worlds of understanding. It came from somewhere inside, and I didn't realize that it was meant to stay there. I got myself into some trouble with my friend, but we're getting through it.

Realizing how powerful songs can be. As peter parker's grandpa says...

I’m staring in the eyes of a child

She is distant, lost and wild

Asking for my arms

But I can’t give em

She was born across the stars at M1-92

And there she’s driftin

Can’t resist a smile when she grants me one

Oh I’d walk a mile in her three souls

But there’s another side o me completes me

Growing up has opened up my third eye

I’m staring in the eyes of a child

I love her, but her soul’s too lost and wild

I’m standing in box that suits my comforts

I’m walking on the edge just like I do

But I can’t fly in space like that forever

Gotta have the safety aspect too

I’m staring in the eyes of a child

She is distant, lost and wild

I’m staring in the eyes of a child

I nearly cry each time I think about it

love,

~Ty-Ty

The Wavering B String

2011-11-09T01:08:00.000-08:00

I waited too long to re-string my guitar. For some reason, I left the B string on with all the others off for a couple days. This is a new instrument.

love,
~B-Spot

A Chasse in the Exosphere

2011-11-09T01:03:00.000-08:00

I was having dreams of the LL again. Me and the manikin role played them.

love,
~1/3 Girl

Poem for No One

2011-11-09T00:56:00.000-08:00

I wrote these lyrics with the intention of turning them into a melodramatic folk song, and then I realized they were a beat poem.

I wrote a poem for no one

I lost it in the dark

The ink well filled my backpack as I walked out in the park

I opened up my bag to see

A vacant sea so black

I dipped my head in once and saw a nothing staring back

I’ve written poems for no one

She never writes me back

But just this once she opened up her tideless mouth andlaughed

~nothing

I, An Artist

2011-11-09T00:11:00.000-08:00

Edwin, Grahame, and I improvised an a-tonal piano piece to the avant gard film "I, An Actress." I remixed it into a strange song, and then screamed about being a good artist over it. I appreciate your patience.

Hahahahahaha

I am an artist and I will be a star

I am so cool because I dress so cool

Everybody loves me cause I ain’t a fucking tool

Hahahahahaha

I’m the best artist e-ver

I’m the only one who makes pretty art

I’m gonna change the world and get all the girls

All the fucking girls, look at all my fucking girlfriends!

Hahahahahaha

<Can't you see what you're doing to me>

love,

~Artist

All These Attic Windows

2011-11-09T00:07:00.000-08:00

I went up to the attic today to record a couple tunes. This one, on Grahame's 12 string in open G tuning, was very dissapointing to me as I was writing it. After wards, though, I dig it quite a bit.

All these attic windows have been painted

A brown glow from the sun is all that’s left

I know that’s how it’s been back since the 20s

But I can’t scratch the paint off of my chest

Blur my thoughts a bit and touch the pattern in the glass

But is it mine or does it belong to the math

Consciousness will tear your head in half

Walk with me one first time

Let me see your soul

Don’t fear, I will join you

If you start to grow old

All these ancient attic windows have been tainted

A brown glow from the moon is all that’s left

I know that’s how it’s been back since the 20s

But years won’t chip the taintings off my chest

love,

~Cynthia's Grandkid

Asian Girl

2011-11-09T00:03:00.000-08:00

Piano theory lesson of the day: Playing on the black keys makes your song sound Asian.

I'm just a poor
Asian Girl

love,
~Tywan

The Lady Lavender

2011-10-15T18:11:00.000-07:00

A piano ballad for the mythological Lady Lavender.

She is like a ghost
That tells you little things
She'll whisper them and dance in big triangles in your dreams

The Lady Lavender she comes from pluto or from earth
It doesn't really matter which one
If you believe in time waves and alternate dimensions
If you believe in time waves and alternate dimensions
Do you believe in time waves and alternate dimensions?

I do because the Lady Lavender is real as me
She sprung from in my dreams yet she's much more than fantasy
I hugged her once and stole her sole with click of camera
But that wont stop miss Lavender from floating like a samara
A samara, drifting always down

With wings she'll show you things
You'd never dream could be contrived
Oh yes the lady lavender is very much alive

She is like a ghost
She is like a ghooooooost
She's like a ghoooooost
A ghooooost
A ghooooost
A gho-o-ooooohst
With blood behind her eyes

love,
~Samara Tin

Signs of Life

2011-10-15T16:52:00.000-07:00

Signs of Life was a prompt we received for a photo project in our imaging in the city class. This is the brainstorming session for that, put to some chords.

&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;gt;Love&lt;/p&gt;

Love,
~Traces

Inspired

2011-10-12T19:08:00.000-07:00

As I explain in the end of the video, I wrote this one for a timelapse piece I was doing for my internship, but it turned out waaay too inspirational. So I added some words to compliment the indulgent heartfeelings.

Do you ever feel a pain

That just won’t go away

You try to tell it off

But it’s like “no, I’m staying”

And then you laugh a bit

A joke only you will get

Which sets your juices flowing

And soon you will be glowing

Do you feel inspired now?

Do you feel there’s hope somehow?

I hope you do

Cause that’s the way that I intended it for you

love,
Heart-felt Costume

Be Happy, You Idiot

2011-10-12T19:03:00.000-07:00

I finally discovered the synth tools in garage band, so I can actually play it using my keyboard. (just like in the Digital Times video!) I wanted to try to make a song just out of the applause and laughter section of the synth samples, but I ended up beefing it up with some other stuff.

Ice cream

Melted

Pretty girl

Wedded

Art Review

Dreaded

Compliment?

“Freak!”

Don’t you laugh at me I had a good day

I’ll be laughing all the way back home

I’ll be laughing when I kick the bucket

I’ll be laughing, you’ll be crying, writing morbid poems

Just cause it’s wig don’t mean I’m “hoo haa”

I’ll have you know my grandma wore this wig

I’ll be wearin wigs until I need to

You’ll be balding, scared the world is big

Scared the world is big

Idea

Tedious

Quesadilla

Cheesy kiss

I love y-

Forget it

Be happy

You idiot

love,
~Key-bread

Egyptian Airlines sent me here...

2011-10-12T18:58:00.000-07:00

Some days are just pointless.

I had an outing at the sphinx

I found beneath the front left paw

I tunnel through the ground

And in the bottom realm I saw

I lady made of light

She had a crocodile head

I asked her how good was her flight

She simply said

“Egypt airlines sent me here with a chicken dinner and amicro beer

Don’t you go knockin’ on the doors of the afterlife

The desk man isn’t there

There's no secretary

He’s out about surfin the clouds

Just wait till you come crashing down

The lion god will bid you bye

On the wings you’ve grown, too wet to fly

love,

~The Optimistic Nihilist

Change Your Frequency

2011-10-12T18:52:00.000-07:00

I'd had this song in the works for a couple weeks. I thought it would work best if I was a robot.

I don’t like the way you’re talking to me

Betta cha-cha-cha-change, your frequency

Gotta play nice if we’re gonna make it through intact

Gotta say nice things treat eachother with respect

I ain’t stupid

You ain’t a jerk

If we calm down for a minute we could make this work!

I don’t like the way you’re talking to me

Betta cha-cha-cha-change, your frequency

love,
~Robo-Ty.0

Balli per Niente

2011-10-12T18:48:00.000-07:00

I was so fucking tired and behind on songs that I picked up a bottle cap and started tapping on it. I decided to make something elaborate out of it...

...the lyrics were inspired by my first experience of the Godfather. We watched it on VHS with some heavy pasta and redwine.

Balli Balli figlia mia

Balli per niente

Balli perche e divertente

Balli, balli per sempre

Dopo il mondo e morto

I tuoi capelli sarano piu corti

E le stelle sarano ancora la

Ma perche diciamo del fine del mondo?

Non lo veddiamo mai

Lo veddiamo mai

Troviamo trovare

Ma non succedera

Perche siamo troppo piccolo

Balli Balli figlia mia

Balli per niente

Balli per le povere anime

Balli, balli per sempre

Figlia mia ti amo

Lo sai

Ma dopo il fine di tutto

Spero che avrai capito

Che sei la persona sola

Chi posso sapere il piu

Ti amo

Ti amo figlia mia

Ti amo per niente

Ti amo perche e divertente

Ti amo, ti amo per sempre

love,

~The Ghost of Tony Pisano

God of the Night

2011-10-12T18:44:00.000-07:00

I had written these lyrics a few weeks back, but refused to post that song because I couldn't crack it. Grahame came up with a gnarly guitar part, and we pieced it together into a countryish song very reminiscent of the Avett Brothers. This is one of my favorites.

God of the night
Bring the mirth our way in tongues
Keep it alive till the heat of morning comes

Drag me a long where you go
You know how hard it can be swaying to and fro
Tween the tides of inside and the laughter outside of the door

I’m a drinker by day and a talker by night
But I wait to tell stories till they turn off the light
I will whisper the words in your ear as your falling asleep

Tonight I will tell you the things that I never could say
The things that the god of the night always hides from the day

Dear night god
Please protect all of the fuzzy little animals sleeping down by the river
Bring them fresh water from the springs of mother earth
And send happy dreams to all those scared children and grown ups alike
So that they may not feel so strange
Amen

~Tyler Avett

Waving at the Rain

2011-10-12T18:36:00.000-07:00

I've been dying to use synth strings for a long time now... the first time I used synth strings was on Nicky's piano, and I wrote this one piece that sounded like it should belong to one of the Lord of the Rings movies, or some sort of period piece. This song is not that. I just wanted to share with you why I'm so excited about synth strings at the moment.

Anyway, this song is kind of a like a post rocky sigur ros ballad, with a more present sense of humor. Point is, the words are not important.

love,
~The White Manikin

You Gotta Ask the Universe for Somethings

2011-10-12T18:29:00.000-07:00

I moved out to the garage of Scott and Sean's house so as not to keep Brian up all night. I invented this piano riff, and tried to write words for it. The song turned out different than I had expected, but I suppose that was to be expected.

You gotta ask

Hey!

Ask

Hey!

Ask the universe for somethings

Universe, could I please fall in love?

You gotta ask

Hey!

Ask

Hey!

Ask the universe for somethings

The most frequent question I ask it

Is why can’t I find a lass who will requite it

And even in spite of each smile I’m givin

I just can’t be brave when it comes down to hitting on women

Or maybe it’s nothing to do with my bravery

Maybe my sensitive nature prevents me from playing themasculine archetype

And to my failure, this is what most women like

Or at least what they will go for on any given night

But these just aren’t the women that I’m in to

So it gets narrowed down to the girls who hit on me

And it gets narrowed down to the one’s who will laugh withme

And it gets narrowed down to the ones who like philosophy

And it gets narrowed down to the one’s who like crazyclothes

And it gets narrowed down to the one’s I will never know

I guess that just how lonliness goes

You gotta ask

Hey!

Ask

Hey!

Ask the universe for somethings

Universe, please give me strength

The most frequent act that I put on

Is askin the universe why I get shit on

And then when I put the act back in perspective

I realize my logic was wholly subjective

That I shit on the world just by livin the life that I do

Then I get down on myself for that atrocity too

It’s a cycle we tend to fall into

And the truth is it’s worse for the whole world, not justyou

Cause if us haves started being less mopey we be lessdepressed

As a society, less swamped with anxiety

And the have nots would feel less alone and secluded

Cause happiness, peace of mind breeds empathy

Greed feeds off apathy, money rewards it

Gotta open my eyes and see past the addiction, that thegrass is always browner when the cash stacks get hoarded

You gotta ask

Hey!

Ask

Hey!

Ask the universe for somethings

love,

~Julio Subjective

Great Thinker

2011-10-12T03:02:00.000-07:00

I've made a new friend! :)

I think that you’re a great thinker

You make me think about things I’ve never thought

I think that we could be good friends

Although I’m quite aware that we just met

Already talked about passion

And particle-wave duality

I told you all about my fashion

And we talked for an hour after finishing our tea

I’d like to be friends for a long time

For a long time

There will never be a wrong time

If you feel like talking to me

Its weird that we should meet right now

But it’s also normal to

I think that you’re a great thinker

And I’d like to learn lots of things from you

Beautiful Barista [EXPLICIT]

2011-10-12T02:48:00.000-07:00

Dave-E and I were up super late with nothing to do, so we rolled out a little hipster hop bop to all the beautiful baristas from the coffee shopz o' Ptwn. Watch out for that irony, pretty ladies! No really, WATCH OUT!!!

[HOOK]
Beautiful barista take me home

Show me how to love

I don’t wanna be alone

When you get me steamed up

Hear me shout

I’ll tip you dollar if you pour me out

[T-CENT]
Hey, beautiful barista with the grizzly bear hat

Take my virginity and give me cash back

I general I take my coffee black

But tonight, I’m gonna take it creamy white with your milkbaby,

Squirt that shit all outta the esspresso machine

I wanna see you operate machinery

Me and you

We melt like milk and coffee in a macchiato

I’ll meet you in the back bar or in the work room

I’ll stay till after dark so I can watch you push the broom

I saw a glint in your eye, when you said 2.55

I ain’t gonna lie to you

I wanna test drive French press

First try, I’ll make a mess

But Imma keep on pressin till I learn my lesson

[HOOK]

Beautiful barista take me home

Show me how to love

I don’t wanna be alone

When you get me steamed up

Hear me shout

I’ll tip you dollar if you pour me out

[DAVE-E]
Up in the coffee shop on a tuesday night
See a fly barista lookin kinda uptight
The line's kind of long so I let it go
Order up the muffin, the americano
You see barista girlz are the kind I like
Tattoos on their tits a fuckin fixie bike
I always tip, cause I come here all the time
She know I be flossin, and I spit the dopest rhymes

Pull out my lap top, gonna be here for a while
I peep over my screen, see her givin me a smile
She's so fine, yeah she's got the look
I waste no time fuckin checkin on facebook
Gettin mad shit done on the internet
The way I hit this keyboard makes her pussy wet
And she gets off in a couple of hours
Goin straight to her apartment, yo, forget the flowers!
She's got me in her bed, got my hand on her hip
I push the right button she's on autodrip
My cock's as hard as a day old bagel
Have a panick attack, then I "come on" her navel

[HOOK]

Beautiful barista take me home

Show me how to love

I don’t wanna be alone

When you get me steamed up

Hear me shout

I’ll tip you dollar if you pour me out

love,
~AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Xs and Os

2011-10-03T11:54:00.000-07:00

The first verse of this came out of nowhere, the second is a response to it. Together they form an interesting little love song.

Xs and Os

The dissonance

Fitting them both in a tic tac toe space

I can’t do it

Gotta make a line

With some focus you can tie it every time

Reflect the other mind

Freckles and nose

The lip stuck lips

Fitting them all in the space on your face

I look through it

And see your spirit’s mime

With some focus, we can last the span of time

Reflect eachother’s minds

I wanna reflect

Reflect

Reflect your mind

love,

~The Dissonance

Balloon Town

2011-10-03T11:50:00.000-07:00

Balloon town is an alias given to the illustrious residenceof Scott, Sean, Brian, and Max down in south east P-town. Herein lies threadsand impressions of times spent, at long last, in the raddest shape-shiftinghouse ever to grace the city of the rose.

Don’t look up now

Topsy-Turvy knots have drug my face bones down

Whimsly old chaceys with queenly ghosts in gowns

Gods from ancient Ithaca and Chinatown

8 times spun the wheel that turn the face bones upsidedown

And I’m back in ballooon town again

Now I’m back in the brain that was laughing out loud

Back in balloon town

I remember orbs that glid like satellites

Vibrant as a rainbow in the hose

Drifting down like autumn leaves in yellow light

I remember embers there that glow

But somehow I forgot that they were whole

Now I’m back in ballooon town again

Now I’m back in the body laughing at the soul

Back in balloon town

Now I’m back in ballooon town again

Now I’m back in the brain that was laughing out loud

Back in balloon town

love,

~Balloon-Ty

Every Time I Watch the Son Dance

2011-10-03T11:47:00.000-07:00

In lieu of the recent news regarding a neutrino evidently reaching a destination at a speed faster than C, Grahame had the brilliant idea of composing a ballad from the perspective of the neutrino's father, who watched his son run so fast that he flew backwards in time.

Oh my phosphorescent only son

Well you wer naught but born to run

And faster than you there were none

How happy you made me

And momma if she still had life

Would be a source of endless light

For you the champion despite

Impossibilities

Faster than a speeding electron

Cross a powerline

You wound up goin so damn fast

You flew backwards in time

And I alone a long lost relative

Of happenstance

I’ll think of your acceleration

Every time I watch the sun dance

I’ll dance I’ll dance I’ll dance with you my sun

Every time I watch the sun dance

I’ll dance I’ll dance I’ll dance with you my son

Oh my phosphorescent only son

Don’t ever slow your speed to none

1 in 65 billion

Time or space can’t touch you

Faster than a speeding electron

Cross a powerline

You wound up goin so damn fast

You flew backwards in time

And I alone a long lost relative

Of happenstance

I’ll think of your acceleration

Every time I watch the sun dance

I’ll dance I’ll dance I’ll dance with you my sun

Every time I watch the sun dance

I’ll dance I’ll dance I’ll dance with you my son

love,

~Your Phosphorescent Son

The Meaning of Life

2011-10-03T11:37:00.000-07:00

I intended more thought to go into this one, but alas, time constraints and procrastination never fail to squeeze the silly juice out of me.

Stop doodling around and find the meaning of life

Stop doodling around

Jump a train, and maybe

Ride it to the edge of space and time

No one really cares where you ride it

Everywhere you go will be the same

Listen, let me show you, nothing changes

People will be people will be creatures holding hands

Bound as one by hearts not by the land

Big mountains and trees will pass you by

As you go somewhere, and you might cry

But it’s not because those things are there

It’s because you saw them, and you’ll share them

Everyone you know will be the same

When you strip away their fear and shame

Take a taxi ride on the crazy side

It’s a mild, mild world

And you grew up to think it was wild

Now you’re crying because you are tired

Now you’re crying because you’re a child, inside

So keep doodling around and find the meaning of life

Keep doodling around

love,

~Doodler

Last Moments

2011-09-30T18:16:00.000-07:00

Short song. A Capella. Death again.

Organic chemistry puts pressure on his body

Atmospheric tension in his brain

Dopamine can be so very naughty

Afterward a death, he feels no pain

Falls into a void he calls his own

More comfort than the catch of ice cream cone

Much the last sweet bite caress his tongue

And then he realizes that he’s alone

Capor of the dream I know I’ll dream

Waltz along the restless empty sky

Where the fossils of the his presence went to die

Lost, at last eroded by the sand

The etchings of an older body’s hand

Might he find at last comfort in ease

So does come of all ailed and diseased

love,
~An older body's hand