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  • Title: Casio Picks
  • Artist: Trex
  • Timespan: 1986-1989
  • Theme: trav's favorite casio moments
  • Length: 112:28
  • Tracks: 18
  • Lyrics: 16
  • MP3s: 18 play all locally
  • Rating: (none) rate this album

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 I Beat Her lyrics 3:37 download listen locally - 1986-09-10
2 Life of a Basketball Champ lyrics 6:00 download listen locally - 1986-09-10
3 Life Is Precious lyrics 3:09 download listen locally - 1987-01-07
4 This Year lyrics 4:51 download listen locally 1988-01-11 1988-01-12
5 Land of Hunger (2) lyrics 5:29 download listen locally 1982-??-?? 1988-01-18
6 Guy in the Middle lyrics 8:45 download listen locally - 1988-01-18
7 Play in the Rain lyrics 3:38 download listen locally 1988-01-14 1988-01-18
8 Will You Believe lyrics 5:10 download listen locally - 1988-01-19
9 Full House lyrics 9:57 download listen locally - 1988-01-28
10 Confession lyrics 11:16 download listen locally - 1988-02-24
11 Vampire Rock lyrics 6:19 download listen locally - 1988-05-08
12 The Real Stuff lyrics 6:41 download listen locally - 1988-0?-??
13 Five Dollar Drummer lyrics 11:23 download listen locally - 1988-09-??
14 The Time Will Come lyrics 4:15 download listen locally 1989-01-02 1989-01-20
15 We're Heathen lyrics 6:07 download listen locally 1989-01-18 1989-01-24
16 HN Filler - 7:29 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
17 Maybe (demo) lyrics 3:36 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
18 Christmas in Cancun (demo) - 4:46 download listen locally - 1989-1?-??
Total 112:28 play all locally album rating: (none)

Notes

Here are my favorite songs using the Casio CT-310, which is the keyboard I used back in the late 1980s.

I've arranged the songs in chronological order, so the first few are a bit rough.

Well, come to think of it, so are the last few.

And the ones in between.

Songs

I Beat Her

This is the first recording I have of myself on my Casio CT-310. I recorded it in the summer of 1986, when I was 13. My cousin might have earlier recordings (which I mailed to her), but until I hear them again, they don't count.

I was sick of other boys my age always bragging about how awesome they were. So I made fun of them by pretending to brag about beating my sister in basketball. This is a joke, because Jessica was 3 years younger (10) and almost never played basketball. My song jokes about her having her "hands tied behind her back" while I beat her. Yeah! Go, me! I'm awesome!

Seriously, it's neat to see glimpses of subtle, insightful humor at that age. I certainly was a clever little kid. Yeah! Go, me! I am the greatest!!!

;)

Lyrics to "I Beat Her":

i beat her, with her hands behind her back
i beat her, with her hands behind her back
i beat her, fair and square, i beat her
oh yes i beat her

uh-huh that's right, yes, i, yes, i beat her
beat her, beat her, beat her, beat her, beat her

beat her, yes i beat her
oh i beat her, yes i beat her
with her hands behind her back, i beat her
oh with her hands behind her back, i beat her

tied behind her back, behind her back, behind her back
fair and square, i beat her, oh yes i beat her
really fair, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, i beat her

oh yes, have you ever beaten somebody as good as her?
no you haven't, no you haven't
have you ever beaten somebody as good as her?
no you haven't, no you haven't

she's the best, i was the best,
now i am the worst; that doesn't make any sense
ha ha! oh yes, we're jammin'

she is the best but now i am
she is the best but now i am
she was good, she was so good
but now i am the best best best best
best best best best
best best best best
best best best best

oh yes i beat her
with her hands behind her back, oh yes, i beat her
and that's the best i can do, really
it is, truly
i mean, i beat her, oh yes i beat her
oh yeah i beater

yay, i won!
  

Life of a Basketball Champ

This is the self-mocking sequel to "I Beat Her". It uses a simple blues progression, and has some improvised bits.

This is the first song that uses a fake British accent. Yum. The funny thing is that I was affecting the "-a" suffix five years before I ever heard The Fall, who ended up becoming one of my favorite bands of all time!

Lyrics to "Life of a Basketball Champ":

a 1, a 2, a 1 2 3 hit it
2, 3, 4

life of a basketball champ, champ
life of a basketball champ, champ
life of a basketball champ, champ
life of a basketball champ, woo!

i don't ever madden and stomp
'cause i'm in the life of a basketball champ, champ
life of a basketball champ, champ

i don't ever madden and stomp
life of a basketball champ

champ, champ
like pac-man!

life of a basketball champ
life of a basketball champ
life of a basketball champ

life of a basketball-a champ, a ball-a-champ
life of a basketball-a champ, ahh
life of a basketball-a champ, ahh
life of a basketball-a champ

life of a basketball
life of a basketball
life of a basketball champ champ champ
of a champ, of a champ, of a champ, champ
of a champ, of a champ, of a champ

i might mope and i might cry
i might pout and i might die
'cause i'm in the life of a basketball-a champ, a-ball-a champ
life of a basketball-a champ, champ
life of a basketball-a champ, woo!

life of a basketball-a champ
life of a basketball-a champ

a life of a basketball, woo!
the life of a basketball-a champ, a-ball-a-champ

the life of a basketball
life of a basketball
life of a basketball-a champ, a champ

the life of a basketball
life of a basketball
life of a basketball-a champ

the life of a basketball-a champ
the life
the life of a basketball-a champ

i might mope and i might die
i might pout and i might cry
'cause i'm in the life of a basketball-a champ, a-ball-a champ
the life of a basketball-a champ, like pac-man
the life of a basketball-a champ, a-ball-a champ
the life of a basketball-a champ, like pac-man

life of a basketball
life of a basketball
life of a basketball
life of a basketball

life is a basketball
life is a basketball
oh life is a basketball and a net
life is a basketball and a net, and a net

oh yeah, no other sport will do
only basketballs
life is a basketball and a net
not a tennis racket
not a soccer ball
not a golf ball
not a baseball
not a baseball mitt
or a bat

life of a basketball champ, a-ball-a champ

life is a baseball
well, that'll come up next week
'cause i don't have anything more to say
no really, i don't
but, let's end with this

oh yes
a life of a basketball-a champ, a-ball-a champ
life of a basketball is wonderful tonight
like pac-mac!
  

Life Is Precious

Wow! Chipmunks! Pretty funny and catchy.

This song (and the next few) are pretty ancient.

Lyrics to "Life Is Precious":

  [scat]

after dark and afternoon
their lies on the street gloomy mood
nobody can scare it away
it just stays there until you pay

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life is precious to you, just keep it

after dark and afternoon
their lies on the street gloomy mood
nobody can scare it away
it just stays there until you pay

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it

we got a time, we got a place
now all we got to do is see your face
now pull out your knife to save your life
knife life life life

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it

after dark and afternoon
their lies on the street gloomy mood
nobody can scare it away
it just stays there until you pay

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it

we got a time, we got the place
now all we got to do is see your face
you pull out your knife to save your life

wait a minute
to save your life
that means
that means

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life is precious to you, just keep it

  [scat]

your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it
your life, your life is precious to you, just keep it

  [scat]

i'm done
  

This Year

The intro for this is long and sloppy, with slow solos and lots of fiddling. When the vocals finally drag themselves out of bed, the energy level increases but the sloppiness still spoils the fun. The recording quality is also all over the place; I think I knocked over the mic while recording.

From my notes to Kim:

10:05pm Wrote it yesterday waiting 2 hrs for school to start. A couple mistakes. You'll like this one.

Like it? Not really.

Lyrics to "This Year":

this one's to kim
or to tony
or to jim
it's all balogna
hey
pretty catchy, isn't it?

i know this girl she's beautiful to see
and we used to be friends - her and me
just friends, that's all; no more could we be
and now we're less than that, you see

i see her every once in a while
she might say "hi"; we only smile
we both have taken our different styles
from her friendship, i'm exiled

she's the best looking girl in the whole 9th grade
a year ago i had it made
but it's no use continuing that silly crusade
we can see that our friendship has long since decayed
  

Land of Hunger (2)

This is a musical remake of "Land of Hunger", which was first written around 1982.

From my note to Kim:

My voice cracks in the middle of it, so I start talking.

The spoken ad-lib ended up being one of my favorite parts! Thank god for puberty. :)

I like the energy on this track. Some of the singing is kinda lucky, too.

Lyrics to "Land of Hunger (2)":

every day's a fun day
every day's a friday
every day's a funday
every day's a nice day

'cause 'cause
because 'cause
just 'cause
'cause
'cause

it's a day where people
they walk through the streets at midnight
they see things in their shadows
on a scary afternoon

they know that they're disgraceful
and we know that's their sorrow
we know that that is scary
that there's no place to go

singing, oh-ho
comin' from a land of hunger
oh-ho
where's there's no time to play with others
  [scat]

we're coming from the land of hunger
we find no rules to play by
there are no friends to play with
comin' from the land of hunger

we're comin' from the land of sorrow
we're comin' from the land of hunger
comin' from the land where the hopeless reside

soon will come their death
they're soon to disappear
and we know that's their sorrow
'cause they don't know that we're near

we're coming from the land of hunger
we find no rules to play by
there are no friends to play with
comin' from the land of hunger

every day's a fun day
every day's a friday
every day's a funday
every day's a nice day

because
'cause 'cause
'cause 'cause
'cause 'cause

because
it's a day where people
they walk through the streets at midnight
they see things in their shadows
on a scary afternoon

they know that it's disgraceful
and we know that's their sorrow
we know that that is scary
that there's no place to go

singing, oh-ho
we're comin' from the land of hunger
we're comin' where's there's no time to play with others
  [scat]

we're coming from the land of hunger
we find no rules to play by
there are no friends to play with
comin' from the land of hunger
hunger

causing your ears some pain, am i?

land of hunger
land of sorrow
land of hopeless

the land of hunger
the land of sorrow
the land of hopeless
where they resise

they're soon to disappear
and we know that's their sorrow
'cause they don't know we're near
they won't be here tomorrow
won't be here tomorrow
no place to go
they have no ???

mama, when are we gonna get out of this country?

i don't know, son
some day someone will take out out
and we will no longer be set up in cages
as experiments for the rich and the blind and poor
the poor of soul not poor of cash
the poor of heart not poor at money
the rich in heart will save the day
we will make the, the wealthy pay
land of hunger

thank you mama
thank you a lot mama
thanks for telling me that song
  

Guy in the Middle

This epic reggae rap has "yikes" written all over it. My fake Jamaican accent was horrible! I admire my persistence, however. :)

My notes to Kim say:

I think you'll like it if you can understand the lyrics.

The lyrics are kinda insightful (when you get beyond the accent). They're about the malaise of mediocrity, trying to find a skill to make yourself stand out. The "character" in the song was a reggae star whose only skill was music. When he was performing, he got respect, but outside of the context of music, he was a nobody.

Is this autobiographical? Not really. I'm sure I had teenage dreams of meta-stardom (I wrote stories about it at the time), but I never actually believed that my music would make me "cool".

For me, making music has always been something I do for fun. It's childish. Like playing games. Or watching TV. A nice benefit is that I can re-experience my "fun" later (since I record most of what I play).

Who cares about being "cool" when you're having fun? And how can you have fun when you're concerned with being cool? Coolness is in the eyes of the beholders, anyway. And I don't really care about other people's perceptions of me. As you can probably tell by now. What matters is that I am happy with how I spend my time.

Lyrics to "Guy in the Middle":

i want you to hear de riddem
and i want you to feel the beat
i want you to pick up your body
and i want you to move your feet

because the reggae rule and the reggae rock
and the reggae cool all around the block
singing reggae, reggae, oh no music like the reggae
the reggae, reggae, no music like the reggae

we be the rastaman
we boastin' reggae mon
walking down the street
finding people to meet

we be the rastaman
we be the iyaman
we be the
some folks call us the higher man

girl, i wish i could know you
to walk with you as a friend
for you to cling to in times of pain
but all i am is just another guy
caught up in a silly life ??? games

i boast no sophistication
but no ultimate retardation
i'm just a guy in the middle
cannot solve this reggae

reggae
reggae all that's cool about me
reggae all that's cool about me

who is it that said "what you see is what you get"
when has that proved true yet, proved true yet

when you first see me you think i'm cool
but then when you get to know me you find i'm a fool

i'm just in between
reggae mon makes me cool
other than that i'm less than cool
other than that i'm less than cool
other than that i'm only a fool

reggae makes me cool
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
we're boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle

i fit in, that's all i do
i have no way to impress you
i'm just another guy stranded in the hall
not very cool at all

oh yeah
i might be fun and yeah
i might have money oh yeah
but for wits, i'm the pits
i've never had a honey
never had

boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
we boastin' reggae mon, a guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, a guy in the middle

reggae makes make cool, other than that i'm a fool
reggae makes make cool, other than that i'm a fool
reggae makes make cool, other than that i'm a fool

i'm just an average guy
that's all i am, that's all i am
nothing boasted, nothing have i been

i'm a guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle
reggae makes me cool

i'm a guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle
other than that i'm a fool

someday someone will see something in me
i have no idea right what that will be

reggae mon, boastin' reggae mon, makes me cool
reggae mon, makes me cool

we be the rastaman and the iyaman
if you want you can call us the higher man
be the rastaman or the iyaman
the iyaman

reggae makes me cool
i'm a guy in the middle
boastin' reggae and it makes me cool
in the middle
boastin' reggae and it makes me
guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle

reggae makes me cool
reggae makes me cool
reggae makes me cool

i'm a reggae mon, i'm a rastaman
iyaman, a higher man
i'm a reggae mon, i'm a rastaman
iyaman, higher man

boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
we boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle

someday someone will see something impressive in me
i have no idea now what that, that  gift will be

reggae mon, guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle
reggae mon, a guy in the middle
cannot solve this riddle

singing reggae
reggae
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle
reggae mon, guy in the middle
even reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle

singing ??? it up
singing ??? it up
singing ??? it up ???

singing girl, i wish i could know you
to walk with you as a friend
for you to cling onto in times of pain, times of pain
but all i am is just another guy
??? silly life's little games
silly life's little games
silly life's little games
silly life

boast no sophistication
boast no ultimate retardation

boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon
boastin' reggae mon
cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
even reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle

call me rastaman, iyaman
or the reggae mon, the higher man
call me rastaman, iyaman
the reggae mon, the higher man

who said what do you see
what do you get
what you see i mean what you get

when you first see me you think i'm cool
but when you get to know me you find that i'm a fool

i'm in between

boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle, boastin'
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle

i fit in, that's all i do
have no way, no way to impress you
i'm just another guy, stranded in the hall
not very cool at all

oh yeah i might be fun
and oh yeah i might have money
but for wits, i'm the pits
never had a honey

reggae mon, a rastaman
an iyaman, the higher man
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae mon, i'm a guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle

boastin' reggae mon

i want you to hear de riddem
and i want you to feel the beat
i want you to pick up your body
and i want you to move your feet

because the reggae rule and the reggae rock
and the reggae cool
and the reggae, reggae rock all around the clock

reggae, reggae
oh no music like the reggae, reggae
oh no music like the reggae, reggae
oh no music like the reggae

be the rastaman, the iyaman
some folks call us the higherman

reggae
reggae mon

boastin' reggae mon, i'm a guy in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae mon, guy in the in the middle
boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle
boastin' reggae
reggae
reggae
  

Play in the Rain

No wonder I moved to the Pacific Northwest!

The music is very simple. The vocals are repetitive but kinda catchy.

Lyrics to "Play in the Rain":

we are kicked outside, have no place to go
so we play in the rain
the rain it makes puddles, we like to splash around
we could do this all day

i a no like the sun
i think the rain is much more fun
i a no like the sun
i think the rain is much more fun

  [repeat lots of times in difference voices]

so we so we so we so we so we so we so we so we play in the rain
so we so we so we so we so we so we so we so we play in the rain
so we so we so we so we so we so we so we so we play in the rain
so we so we so we so we so we so we so we so we play in the rain
  

Will You Believe

This was the eve of my 15th birthday. It sounds like I was pretty excited. Being alive is cool.

The suicide references are a bit cliche. I guess teenagers think a lot about mortality? Or at least artsy-fartsy ones like me? Oh, how very "emo" of me. Snort.

The solos are lame, but the singing is heartfelt and funny, expecially towards the end.

Lyrics to "Will You Believe":

will you believe
will you believe
will you believe me

will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
will you believe i'll give in to sorrow
will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
will you believe ??? tomorrow

oh will you believe
oh will you believe

oh will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
will you believe i'll give in to sorrow
will you believe
will you believe i'll be 15 years old

will you believe, will you believe
will you believe, will you believe
will you believe

will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
will you believe i haven't given in to sorrow
will you believe i'm still around today
to sing this song however long

and that's a long long time: a decade and a half
i've alive 15 years i'm proud i'm here today
to sing this song to have my way
to be alive this song
15 i'm 15

oh will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
oh will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
oh will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
i haven't given in to my sorrow

i have constrained it, restrained it
rearranged my intentions

will you believe 15
if you have confidence in yourself
will you believe i made it this far
will you believe i'm alive to sing

will you believe
not very hard to be this old
if you have no problems at all
but you do and so do i
and that's why i had to try not to
give in to myself, give in to doubts
give in to myself, give in to doubts

so that's why i am singing
that's why i keep my ears from ringing

will you believe 15 tomorrow
will you believe i haven't given in to sorrow
will you have not given in
will you believe i'm alive and sinning
yeah

i know we all had our doubts that i would turn 15
but here i am and singing

will you believe, will you believe
will you believe i'll be 15
will you believe, will you believe
will you believe i'll be 15

and next year i'll be 16
and then i'll be 17
then 18 then 19 and 20
and on and on
if i keep my mind from sorrow
i'll be alive tomorrow
forever more
i won't open that door
i won't jump into the end
i won't turn that bend
proud to be 15
i'm so proud to be 15

will you believe i am 15
i still got a long ways to go
will you believe i am 15
there's a lot of stuff i don't know

got a whole life ahead of me

will you believe i will be 15
will you believe
will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
and i'll keep on singing

my songs ought keep me alive
without them i won't thrive
my songs keep from dying
and they keep from from crying

will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
a year older then i was today, ooh
that doesn't rhyme but i don't give a hoot

will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
the song's almost over so just wait
will you believe i'll be 15 and proud of it
that's 14 years of living straight
oh god
this song doesn't earn a star

will you believe i'll be 15 tomorrow
will you believe i haven't given into sorrow

will you believe
will you believe me
believe me

good luck on your exams
  

Full House

This is a moody story about domestic violence. It's not autobiographical in the slighest. I probably wrote it for a girl I knew.

I like the texture. It's very subdued, and whispery. Atypical and kinda cool!

Lyrics to "Full House":

this is called full house and this is take one
it has very few lyrics but i like it
i like the idea
  
in the middle of the day
the dog is chasing the cat who is chasing the mouse
sister packs her bags 
and asks for the car so she can move out of the house

mother and father are screaming at each other
and suddenly a pot smashes against the wall
and brother is so drunk 
that he's lying in the corner of the hall

so she cries 
she cries when she can't go to johnny's house
all because of a mouse

it was the middle of june
and i was stuck up in my room
there was screaming in the hall
and i didn't like it at all

dishes were hitting the floor
someone pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer
the yells of hatred turned to anguish
then to horror and to fright
so i opened my window 
and escaped into the night

so she cries
she cries when she can't go to johnny's house
all because of a mouse

it was the middle of june
and i was stuck in my room
there was screaming in the hall
i didn't like it at all

dishes were hitting the floor
someone pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer
the yells of hatred they turned to anguish
then to horror and to fright
so i opened my window 
and escaped into the night

so she cries
she cries when she can't get a ride to johnny's house to stay
stay in this house

there's got to be another way

it's a full house
we can do just as well without her
it's a full house
she hates it when her parents doubt her

she wants them to show some confidence in her
as a human being
she wants them to notice her
to love her

but it's a full house
it can operate as well without her
it's a full house
and her parents always doubt her

they always fight
on into the night
they always battle
they always fight

it was the middle of june
and i was stuck up in my room
there was screaming in the hall
and i didn't like that at all
dishes were hitting the floor
someone pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer
the yells of hatred they turned to anguish
then to horror and to fright
so i opened my window 
and escaped into the night

so she cries
she cries when she can't get a ride to johnny's house
to johnny house
all because of a little mouse

they fight
into the night

in the middle of the day
the dog is chasing the cat who is chasing the mouse 
sister packs her bags 
and asks for the car so she can move out

mother and father are screaming at each other
and suddenly a pot smashes against the wall
my brother is so drunk 
that he's lying in the corner of the hall

they fight into the night
horror and fright
they fight into the night
cries of fright

they fight into the night
cries of fright
they fight into the night
cries

cries into the night

cries into the night
they fighting through the night
fighting through the night
fighting through the night

so she cries when she can't get a ride to go to johnny's house
all because of a little mouse
they fight

  

Confession

This is a long, slow, melodic song which starts as an instrumental. It sounds very cool coming after the monotony of the previous songs. It was recorded late at night (11:52pm according to my notes).

The lyrics again revisit the themes of teen angst and "Jah". I was listening to lots of reggae at the time. The funny (but not so ha ha) thing is that this song sounds nothing like reggae. It's more like semi-cheesy, jazzy slow rock. I really like the vibe, though.

Lyrics to "Confession":

with every loss, there is a gain
when tears are falling like the falling rain
when you find there is no way to ease the pain
you've got to learn to play the game

you've got to get yourself together
just got to pull yourself together
you've got to move yourself together
you've got to force yourself together

it's for the good of you, it's for the good of all
it's to show your love, your love for jah
confess your sins, tell me what you saw
and he'll forgive your every flaw

just get yourself together
just pull yourself together
you've got to move yourself together
and you've got to force yourself together

you've got to get yourself together
just pull yourself together
you've got to move yourself together
you've got to force yourself together
  

Vampire Rock

This is a silly song about a vampire. I think the idea came from the "stake" reference in the previous song ("Proper Perspective"). First genies, then vampires... I guess I was geeking out that day!

The music is repetitive, but so is the "bite into your neck" theme which keeps going through the vampire's head. Not too bad.

Lyrics to "Vampire Rock":

i was walking down the corner of a moonlight street
and all these silly people came out and started to mingle
and made my teeth thingle
and i started to get thirsty for some blood [scat]

it's a vampire rock
it's a vampire rock
it's a vampire rock
this is a vampire rock

rock it all night
rock it all night
sucking all night
sucking all night

i bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite bite bite bite
bite bite bite bite

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck

i'm a vampire uh
it's a vampire rock
i'm a vampire
and i want to suck

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck

i'm a vampire ???
vampire rock
i'm a vampire
and this is a rock

bite into your neck hey
bite into your neck hey
bite into your neck hey
bite into your neck

want to bite into your neck hey
bite into your neck hey
bite bite into your neck hey
bite into your neck

want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck

want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck

bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to ahhhhhhhh

hey girl, what you doing out here in the middle of the night
while you're at it, just tell me your blood type

bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck

hey girl, what you doing on the street
what kind of people do you expect to meet

want to bite into your neck, ooh
want to bite into your neck

don't run from me, don't run from me
you shouldn't be scared of me

want to bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck

just come back here girl
i want to see something
what kind of necklace do you have on

bite into your neck

what do you want exactly
walking around in the street at night

bite into your neck
bite into your neck

i'm sorry

bite into your neck

what kind of necklace is that

bite into your neck

oh just tell me

bite into your neck

hey
lemme undo that for you
don't run
come here
now give me a kiss

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck

i'm a vampire
this is vampire rock
i'm a vampire
and i want to suck

vampire, oh
vampire

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
want to bite into your neck
bite your neck
bite your
bite your neck

where did you get that little cross
you evil double-crosser, i'm a big city boss
where did you get
where did you get
please

i'm asking for mercy
i'm sorry i tried to make an attempt to

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck

bite into your

bite into your neck
bite into your neck
bite into your neck
i want bite into your neck

bite into your little tender juicy bloody
neck
  

The Real Stuff

This is the first "Scat-Trav" song. It has a solid melody and (laughable) attempts at harmony. I have no idea how the title fits with the lyrics.

Lyrics to "The Real Stuff":

INTRO:
  the real stuff by travis emmitt
  that's me
  all right
  this is the real stuff

  this is it
  this is the song you've been waiting for
  hopefully
  the real stuff
  by travis emmitt
  without jon's help
  1, 2, 3, 4

  1...
  hey we're having a little technical difficulties so spare us

CHORUS:
  woah
  walking through the snow
  walking here ???
  ??? feet

  woah
  walking through the snow
  on a horse here we go
  gotta hold your step

VERSE:
  life is full of those impossibilities
  how 'bout this and how 'bout that
  hey totally quackery how 'bout that, yeah
  totally quackery

  life is full of quacks
  maybe some drinks to fill those cracks
  maybe some drinks to fulfill those cracks

CHORUS:
  oh
  walking through the snow
  here we go on a big long journey
  to who knows where

  oh
  walking through the snow
  here we go on a journey
  to who knows where

BRIDGE:
  listen to the drums
  here we go

CHORUS:
  oh
  walking through the snow
  on a journey here we go

  woah
  walking through the snow
  on a journey here we go
  to who knows where

  woah
  and

  woah
  walking through the snow
  woah
  to who knows where

SOLOS:

CHORUS:
  woah
  and we're walking through the snow
  on a journey here we go

  woah
  as we're walking through the snow
  on a journey here we go
  to who knows where

  woah
  on a journey here we go
  as we're walking through the snow
  to who knows where

END:
  woo
  oh
  walking walking walking walking

  what?
  that was "the real stuff" by travis emmitt
  

Five Dollar Drummer

I wrote these lyrics for this music, but later loaned them to IPECAC for "Apostrophe Song" (for which Jon wrote the music). There's lots of energy here, and several catchy moments. This is one of my favorite songs on the album, and was an easy pick for title track.

There's a note on the lyrics sheet indicating that they were written September 1988. This is when IPECAC was in full swing.

Lyrics to "Five Dollar Drummer":

INTRO:
  here it is
  this doesn't mean a big deal to me

  this is the rap that will sweep across the nation
  this is the rap that will sweep across the nation

  it's written by travis
  performed by travis
  without jon's help

  this is like recording 5 or 6
    it is, seriously
  and the mic is right up to the bass drum
  so it's like practically in the thing
  so that you can hear it
  and this isn't turning out too well
  and it's very hard, very difficult
  i'm very disappointed

  and it's called "five dollar drummer"
    five dollar drummer, drummer, drummer
    five dollar drummer

VERSE:
  hear us ring and see us swing
  all of us dancing the bong-a-ling
  hear us sing, see our zing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  hear us ring and see us swing
  all of us dancing the bong-a-ling

  hear us sing and sing our zing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king

SOLOS:

VERSE:
  hey, don't ding the pots
  and please don't dent the bowls
  try to spare the box
  look at all them holes
  2 3

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin'
  'postrophe crushin'
  'postrophe crushin'

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...
  and bustin' bustin' bustin' ...
  we're crushin' crushin' crushin' ...
  and bustin'

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we got power
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause it's our hour
  'postrophe bustin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe bustin' everything

SOLOS:
  hit it

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  hear us ring and see us swing
  all of us dancing the bong-a-ling
  hear us sing and see our zing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king

  hey, don't you ding the pots
  and please don't dent the bowls
  and try to spare the box
  just look at all them holes

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause all the time

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...

BRIDGE:
  hey, hey
  we know how to rap
  hey, hey
  we know how to rap
  hey, hey
  we know how to rap
  we know how to rap

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...
  our rap

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...
  bustin' bustin' bustin' ...
  crushin'
  bustin'

BRIDGE?CHORUS:
  this is a rap
  ??? know how to rap
  anybody ???
  we are black and know how to rap
  anyone can ??? the mighty rap
  ???

    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
    'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing

  hit it
  boys get the groove
  hit it
  boys get the groove ...

  boys get the groove
  girls make their move
  boys get the groove
  girls make their move ...

    this is fake reverb
    this is fake reverb
    apostrophe

  this is fake reverb
  apostrophe

  1 2 3 4

  this is fake reverb

  hey all you guys
  i've got something to see
    ???

  hey all you guys
  i've got something to see
  'postrophe' crushin' 'cause we can sing
    i've got to go

  this is fake reverb

CHORUS:
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we be king
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can sing
  'postrophe crushin' 'cause we can rhyme
  'postrophe crushin' all the time

     this is fake reverb

VERSE:
  crushin' crushin' crushin' ...

    i'm almost done
    this is really fun
    is really fun fun fun fun ...

END:
  yeah, here we go, yeah
  almost done
    'postrophe

  one more time
    yes

  i want you to know that 'postrophe crushes
  i want you to know that 'postrophe crushes
  

The Time Will Come

Hmm. Teenage angst. That's something new. Not much improvisation here, but the writing is solid.

There are several dates associated with this song, on the lyrics sheet, tape cover, and mentioned in some chatter. Pinning down a recording date has been quite a challenge, and I'm still not sure about it.

The lyrics sheet has three dates listed on it: 1989-01-02, 1989-01-18, and 1989-01-24. I think it's safe to assume that the earliest date represents the day I started writing the lyrics. The others could have been days that I updated the lyrics, either before or after the recording. Or maybe one of them represents the recording date itself.

Meanwhile, this song is the first track on a tape labeled "1988-1989". This would imply that it was recorded in 1988. However, that doesn't make sense if the lyrics weren't composed until 1989. Since the lyrics' dates are more precise than the table label, I'll trust them instead, and will assume that the "1988-1989" was an inaccurate label which I added later.

We have one more clue. "Final Kim Chatter" was recorded on 1988-01-21, and mentions that I recorded a song "yesterday" called "I Need a Little Help". That's probably just another name for this song, which would mean that this song was recorded on 1988-01-20. Of course, it's possible that I was referring to a different version of the song, although I doubt it, since no other recording exists, and this is the sort of song that I would have kept.

For now, my best guess is that I started writing the lyrics on 1989-01-02, edited them on 1989-01-18, recorded the song on 1989-01-20, and then updated its lyrics once last time on 1989-01-24, which may have been the day I recorded the final mix of "We're Heathen".

Lyrics to "The Time Will Come":

CHORUS:
  the time will come for me to be perfect
  the time will come for me to make no mistakes
  the time will come when i say all the right things
  they day will come when i'm awake

VERSE:
  don't let me decide on something
  something that will hurt you
  just stop me while i'm thinking
  you'll never like what i do

  don't let me get out of hand
  you might have to use a little force
  don't get me go too far astray
  just keep me on the course

CHORUS:
  the time will come for me to be perfect
  the time will come for me to make no mistakes
  the time will come when i say all the right things
  they day will come when i'm awake

BRIDGE:
  i need a little help
  and someday i'll be perfect
  maybe i need jump start
  just to get me going forward

  need a little help
  someday i'll surprise them all
  maybe i need jump start
  just to get me going but i need a little help first

VERSE:
  don't let me dig my own grave
  you're only here to help me
  don't let me lose the sight of day
  you're only here to guide me

  someday i'll be perfect
  someday i'll have no faults at all
  someday i'll be completely changed
  but i'll need a little overhaul

CHORUS:
  the time will come for me to be perfect
  the time will come for me to make no mistakes
  the time will come when i say all the right things
  they day will come when i'm awake

  but i need a little help first
  i need a little help first

  [whistling]

  i need a little help first
  

We're Heathen

This is what happens if you don't say your prayers.

Seriously, though, this is one of my favorite songs on this album. It's got tons of energy, relatively tight keyboard parts, and better harmonies than anything I had recorded so far. I even like the "descent into Hell" bit at the end.

This is the full version of the song. There's a "simpler version" on Kim 13 (recorded 1988-01-21) that I sent to my (very religious) cousin. This full version adds vocal overdubs, and was probably recorded a few days later. My best guess is the 1988-01-24, since that appears to be the last day that I updated the lyrics for "The Time Will Come", and I tended to work on songs in clumps back then.

Lyrics to "We're Heathen":

INTRO:
  get ready, get ready, get ready, get ready, get ready
  here we go, go
  this is experience that is more scary than a rollercoaster
  it's just about the worst experience in the world,
  the world, the world, the world
  let's hit it, let's hear it, let's hear it
  let's hear it, let's ???
  worst experience in the world
  oh god i'm scared
  [screaming]

  we're heathen, we're heathen ...
  heathen, heathen, heathen, heathen ...

CHORUS:
  we're heathen, heathen
  we don't believe in god
  we're atheists, we're humanists
  we don't believe, we don't; why not?

  we're heathen, we're heathen
  we don't believe in god
  we're atheists, we're humanists
  we don't believe, we don't; why not?

VERSE:
  god is just a figurehead
  another name for conscience
  why not teach us common sense
  instead of preaching nonsense?

  trust in god, that's what you say
  trust in god so blindly
  never stop to reason first
  just so you won't worry

CHORUS:
  we're heathen, we're heathen ...
  we're heathen, we're heathen ...

  ??? you know let's go, ha ha ha

VERSE:
  stop being so naive
  stop being gullible
  stop being misdirected
  start being sensible

  make the decision
  turn against religion
  be independent
  show us your wisdom

CHORUS:
  we're heathen, we're heathen
  we don't believe in god
  we're atheists, we're humanists
  we don't believe, we don't; why not?

  we're heathen, we're heathen
  we don't believe in god
  we're atheists, we're humanists
  we don't believe, we don't; why not?

VERSE:
  stop being so naive
  stop being gullible
  stop taking misdirected
  start getting sensible

  so make the decision
  turn against religion
  be independent
  and show us your wisdom

BRIDGE:
  heathen, we're heathen, heathen ...
  we're heathen, heathen, heathen ...
  heathen, we're heathen, heathen ...
  we're heathen, heathen, heathen ...

  ??? heathen and we don't want to be ???
  heathen, heather, heathen
  [screaming]

VERSE:
  start getting sensible
  stop being sensible

END:
  [screaming]

  i think we're in hell
  i think we're in hell
  

HN Filler

This sounds like martial music. It has a decent melody. I don't remember why I called it "HN Filler". What's the "HN" mean???

Maybe (demo)

This is my original version of "Maybe", which I recorded with IPECAC and then later as Tripecac.

This version includes horribly out of tune singing, excruciatingly bad guitar playing, and cheesy keyboard drums. Enjoy!

Lyrics to "Maybe (demo)":

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

VERSE:
  i mail you letters, you mail me not
  now how much patience have i got?
  i'm writing every single night
  it's just not right

TRANSITION:
  i pray and hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

VERSE:
  you say you're too busy to write to me
  now that's one thing i cannot believe
  i probably have as much free time as you
  and i've sent you 300 pages

TRANSITION:
  i pray and i hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

BRIDGE:
  i send you all these notes
  and what do you do?
  you don't even write me back
  what's happening with you?

  maybe

VERSE:
  every day when i get home from school
  i'm looking around for a letter from you
  and even after seven months have passed
  i'd think you'd write me at last

TRANSITION:
  i pray and i hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe
  

Christmas in Cancun (demo)

This is the long, complete demo of "Christmas in Cancun", which became a favorite of the Anchovies. This recording consists of three or four tracks, layered via either a 4-track or pair of tape recorders.