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Childhood (1974-90)
1977 Firsts
1978 Seconds
1985 Cacappella
1986 Eye Beater
1987 Guitarded
1988 Kim 1
1988 Kim 2
1988 Kim 3
1988 Kim 4
1988 Kim 5
1988 Kim 6
1988 Kim 7
1988 Kim 8
1988 Kim 9
1988 Kim 10
1988 Kim 11
1988 Kim 12
1989 Kim 13
1989 Five Dollar Drummer
1989 Wino Three Girls
1990 A Caustic Gutter
1996-1999
1996 NoVaSoCa
1996 Fullerton
1997 Soundtracks
1997 Walk Around
1997 Riding the Greyhound
1999 I Mowed
1999 Simulameous
1999 Yikes
1999 Piano Farte
2000-2008
2001 Marathon
2001 Days Like These
2001 Alcan Back
2001 Sleepy Sloppy
2001 Dad Day Jam
2002 Unfit
2002 The Key of G
2003 Daffy Day
2003 Januweary
2003 Post-Key
2003 Fatiguitar
2003 Oh No
2005 Waiting
2005 Sun Strike
2006 Stinky Room
2006 Schtupid
2007 Coy Pun
2007 Post-Ides
2007 Post-Ideas
2007 Post-Ideals
2007 Warble
2007 Another Same Day
2007 And Another
2007 Bald Ballads
2007 Lunch Broken
2007 Mayo
2007 Mayon
2007 Mayonandon
2007 Mayoff
2007 Juneo
2007 Juneon
2007 Juneonandon
2007 Two Song Rule
2007 Cavy Fury
2007 Infinity Daze
2007 Fall Start
2007 False Tart
2007 Fall End
2008 New Ear
2008 Decadend

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 Mday lyrics 5:57 download listen locally - 2007-05-01
2 Happy Birthday Mommy lyrics 2:14 download listen locally - 2007-05-01
3 Kumbayuck lyrics 8:35 download listen locally - 2007-05-01
4 Couch Potato lyrics 1:52 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
5 Get Out of My Radius lyrics 6:14 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
6 Sugar Loser lyrics 4:35 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
7 Money Back lyrics 3:06 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
8 Gotta Have Attention lyrics 2:42 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
9 BB Bitter lyrics 4:31 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
10 Umbilical Love lyrics 2:23 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
11 Gang of Three lyrics 1:31 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
12 Cut My Losses lyrics 5:18 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
13 Add Water lyrics 1:38 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
14 Little Pockets lyrics 0:58 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
15 Every Time lyrics 1:44 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
16 This Is Junk lyrics 5:06 download listen locally - 2007-05-02
17 May 3 lyrics 6:13 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
18 Cavies lyrics 2:00 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
19 Reached That Point lyrics 0:48 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
20 Post Pause lyrics 1:13 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
21 Post Pause 2 lyrics 2:57 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
22 Post Pause 3 lyrics 4:35 download listen locally - 2007-05-03
Total 76:10 play all locally album rating:

Notes

These were from the first three days in May 2007.

There are a few catchy moments, a few grating moments, and lots of sloppy moments.

I was still recording way too many songs per day, exercising very little quality control.

Songs

Mday

What a nice birthday song!

Lyrics to "Mday":

today is the 1st of may
mommy's birthday
we'll call this one mday

i like the bumblebees
i like to see their wings
i like the grass and the hives
i like all sorts of things

i am an idiot

i like the bumblebees
i like the kitty cats
i like the worms to emerge from the ground in the rain

i am an idiot

i like the choo choo trains
they are so sexy
i like the choo choo trains
but a little bit scary

i'm an idiot

i like the bumblebees
i like the worms who squirm
i like hot summer days
i like the snow i like the snow i like the snow
i am an idiot

i like hot summer days
i am an idiot

i like to sit on the couch
and drink my budweiser
i am an idiot
i am an idiot

i like to go to boulevard park
only when it is sunny
i am an idiot

i like to ride my unicycle
i think it makes me look so cool
i am an idiot

i like to go to the park
and throw my frisbee between my legs
like an idiot
like an idiot
like an idiot

i like to sing really loud
while i play the guitar
surrounded by houses full of weirdos
strange people

i like to pretend i have
an audience and an accent
all right let's say it
i am an idiot

i am an idiot

i like to sing inappropriate songs
on my mother's birthday
i cannot shake the accent or the feeling
that the audience is beginning to turn away

i like to sing at lunch time
almost every single day
i don't bother to practice
i just turn the tape recorder on
and jam away and jam away
'cause i'm an
'cause i'm an
'cause i'm an
'cause i'm an idiot
'cause i'm an idiot
'cause i'm an idiot
'cause i'm an idiot











  

Happy Birthday Mommy

More birthday celebration. This one's a little more sincere.

Lyrics to "Happy Birthday Mommy":

happy birthday mommy
i wrote a song for you
happy birthday mommy
i wrote a song for you
i don't know if we can sing it together

happy birthday mommy
this song's for you
i know it's a little bit rough
but i just made it up
just made it up

happy birthday mommy
i made a song for you
happy birthday mommy
i know it's rough but this will have to do

i know it's not ???
???
i know it's not something you can ever hope to dance to

i wrote this song for you
happy birthday mommy
here's a song it'll have to do
i know it's bad
but it's better than anything that i have heard from jess or dad

happy birthday mommy
i wrote a song for you
i know it's a little bit rough
but it will have to do

happy birthday mommy
i hope you have a good weekend
a good weekend a good weekend a good weekend a good weekend
and a good time
  

Kumbayuck

I guess the reverb made it sound like an epic guitar jam, so I started making up a story about lots of guitarists.

The improvised narration is actually kinda funny. Also, the main chorus is catchy, at least by Trex standards. So overall it's not too bad.

Wow, did I just say "Trex standards"?

Lyrics to "Kumbayuck":

in the back of the stage the guitarist is warming up
it was a cacaphony
10,000 amateurish guitarists all converged on the stadium
somebody's idea of a guiness world record
was to collect all these aemateurish guitarists
and perform the world's longest and loudest rendition of kumbaya on guitar
the thing is nobody knew the chords
they all the knew the words
pretty soon the organizers decided instead of kumbaya
they would have to play something a little bit more memorable
in terms of the chords
so they decided to play this song
also written by the same dude who wrote kumbaya
it's called kumbayuck
it sounds a little something like this

kumbayuck
don't need no religion here
kumbayblaablaa
i don't need no religion dear

when i die i'll turn into a puddle
a puddle of bloody goo
when i die i'll turn into a vapor
like a pile of doggie poo

kumbayuck
don't believe in no reincarnation
kumbayuck
don't bother giving ??? a carnation

i don't know what will happen when i die
will i just decompose or go into a place in the sky

kumbayuck
this song sucks
kumbayuck
this song sucks

so the guitarists they were supposed to learn those words
but a lot of them didn't like the idea of doggie doodoo
in the guiness book of world records next to their names
so one of the guitarists, mind you one of about 11,000 that showed up
shouted really loud to everybody "freebird"
being sheeplike in their mentality and half-stoned
the remaining 10,999 guitarists all yelled back "freebird"
so that is what they ended up playing that day
11,000 guitarists for the guiness book of world records
ended up playing "freebird" for 35 hours
i know, you're wanting me to break into "freebird"
i'm sorry; i wasn't one of those guitarists
while they were all bleating away at their ridiculous cliche vocals
strumming cacaphononically to the canafanafalacalacphony
i was miles away on a sailboat
heading down to the carribean island of santa travis
and when i got there i was greeted by some natives

who had their ukeleles out
and they began to shout

play us a song boy
or we will eat you
play us a song your white dude
'cause we are the cannibals

so i had to think fast and i pulled out a verse
but i thought it might be a little perverse
but that's okay i proceeded to play
didn't want to end up in a hearse

so i played kumbayuck
this song sucks
kumbayuck kumbayuck kumbayuck
this song sucks

the natives like the ewoks in that 3rd star wars movie
thought i was some sort of god
they were so impressed with my guitar playing
that they put me on a chair made of bamboo and coconut shells
and carried me to their village, sat me next to the fire
and asked me to play this glorious tune for the other people
in their little tribe

they gave me some coconut milk that had fermented
it was just a matter of minutes before i felt demented
unfortunately my playing had cemented
i could play kumbayuck with my eyes closed

so i began to play kumbayuck
this song sucks
kumbayuck
don't wanna end up in the belly of some native schmucks

kumbayuck
i know this song sucks
kumbayuck
well, i'm in luck

because at that point i saw an airplane in the sky
he had pontoons on the bottom
i pulled out my cell phone
and i dialed the phone number for the airplane
don't ask me how
it's just a story

let's just stay i happened to remember
the phone number of the airplane falling through the sky
falling did i say falling
yes he was falling and that is the end of the airplane

he fell into the water and the natives chased after him in their canoes
meanwhile i decided to slip out of their village back towards my jet
my private jet
nevermind the fact that i arrived in my boat i wanted to go in my jet
this was after all the island of saint travis
and i can do what i want on my island
and i can do what i want in my song
10,000 or 11,000 in the stadium
they're the ones who have to play along

so i say kumbayuck
this song sucks
kumbayuck
ok i think i'm gonna end it soon

kumbayuck
my hand is getting tired
kumbayuck
i gotta go back to programming

i don't know how to stop this song
but i don't know how to stop this song
but i don't know how to stop this song
i hope i don't keep on hoping very long
  

Couch Potato

A not very subtle jab at slackers.

Lyrics to "Couch Potato":

2nd of may

you are what you eat
you are what you do 
and that is why i don't like you

you are what you eat
you are what you do 
and that is why i don't like you

he always eats sugar
he's always playing games
i'm not impressed with the speed of the body or brains

if you always eat sugar
and you always play games
then you will never amount to anything

you are a loser
you are a loser
you are a loser
and a leech

and you just want life to be a beach
but i'm afraid with your skills that's out of reach

you're a leech
and my life's a peach

you're a leech
and i'm out of reach
  

Get Out of My Radius

This cranks up the slacker jabbing to a new level. It might sound intense, but is actually mild compared to my feelings at the time.

Lyrics to "Get Out of My Radius":

you got no
you got no skills
if you think my guitar playing is bad
take a look at your dad

you've got no empathy
you've got no humility
if you think my humor is bad
hit yourself with a baseball bat

you clown
i don't want you around
you clown

you're lame, you're a loser
get out of my radius
you think you're hot stuff
you little twirp

l l l on your forehead till the day you die
l l l on your forehead so says i

you are a freak, a loser
a wannabe bad boy
you're gonna live under the bridge
unless somebody has a guilt trip

you're an l forehead branded loser
get out of my radius you scum
get out of my radius you bum

hell l branded loser
you think the world revolves around your boogers
you have no integrity
you don't deserve my company

you go to hell
i'm doing swell
you go to hell
freak

it takes a lot to get me to not cuss here at this moment
i'm so angry that my life includes you
i feel misery at your existance
and i'm not even related to you

you go to hell you little twirp
go to hell with your l
go to hell you little loser
go to hell you deserve it
and so does your dad
  

Sugar Loser

More slacker bashing. Fun fun fun!

Lyrics to "Sugar Loser":

all right that wasn't very nice
and in case you don't know what i'm talking about
it's probably because i censored the heck out of that last song
i censored it 'til it became short, not long

i gotta do one nice nice recording today
gotta redeem myself in some way
gotta redeem myself

i see you dug through your easter basket this morning
digging through the last remnants of fuzzy stuff for the candy
to the sugar
you gotta have that sugar
you're gonna have that sugar

i see you ate half your box of cereal
in a single day
i see you're avoiding any type of exercise
you spend your days stuffing your face

with sugar
you booger

you're getting pudgier day by day
you're getting 3 or 4 chins
you say it's just my baby fat
ok but you still look like scat

you loser
with the sugar
talking about the boogers
you think you're cool

but you're a loser
eating your sugar
and you talk about the boogers
you've got no skills

yet your arrogance it keeps on 
rearing its ugly fat triple-chinned head
sometimes i wish you were dead

'cause you're a booger
eating sugar
you're a loser
with no skills

you're a booger
reliant on your sugar
playing games all the time 
never honing any skills

that's it that's the end of this song
fortunately it's not too long
if it's negative that's how i feel
instead of crying i can express myself

'cause i'm not a booger
reliant on sugar
i'm not a loser
devoid of skills

i'm not a booger
sucking on the sugar
i'm not a loser
taking sleeping pills taking sleeping pills

and the pills are the sugar
and the games and staying up all night
just watching tv, never doing anything right
never doing anything right

you're a loser
eating your sugar
get out of my face




  

Money Back

This ramble is about technical difficulties and blaming the racket.

Lyrics to "Money Back":

howdie folks
this is the 4-track genius travis
today is 2007-05-02  i've got a joke for you
what do you get when you cross a sticky tape label and an operating 4-track
you get a case of wanting my money back

i want my money back
i want my money back
i paid
i paid a dollar for this song
i paid a dollar

i downloaded this song from apple itunes
and i blasted it from the stereo in my favorite room
i was expecting genius but i got was just a mess

i want my money back
i want my money back
i want my money back

well i guess i deserve my frustration
i took the easy way out and just clicked until the download had begun

i want my money back
travis you shut your mouth
i want my money back
this tape it just stinks so bad

i was blasting the awful music as loud and as frequently as i could
i want my neighbors to share in my frustration at spending my dollar
in such an unwelcome piece of ???

???
i want my money back
i want my money back

and meanwhile 3000 miles away there's a musician in his room
with a guitar and a 4-track and he's singing

i want my money back
i want my money back
i bought a guitar thinking i could get good at it

i want my money back
i want my money back
i expected magic from my 4-track

but all i end up doing is creating a million songs
what my fingers are doing is flogging and i try to sing along

we all want our money back
we all want our money back
we all want our money back
we all want our money back



  

Gotta Have Attention

Back to loser bashing.

Lyrics to "Gotta Have Attention":

always at the doctor
always talking to the shrink
gotta get attention
however i can

i'm always in a jam
always in the principal's office
gotta get attention
however i can

i'm always at the doctor
i'm always at the shrink's
i'm always in trouble at school
whenever i can

always at the principal's office
always getting spanked at home
always in trouble
gotta get attention
gotta have attention
gotta have attention
gotta have attention

i have no skills
no charisma
no inner beauty 
or external

but i gotta get attention
but i don't know how to do it
so i can i only get in trouble

to get their eyes
to get their minds
to get their voices
to get their touch

i gotta have attention
however i can

always at the doctor's
always at the shrink's
always getting in trouble
always getting in trouble

always in a jam
always getting raped
god i love attention
so rape me more

'cause i gotta have attention
i gotta have attention
i gotta have attention
yes please you rape me more

'cause i like the attention
you rape me more
'cause i like the rape it causes tension
and that's what i gotta have
  

BB Bitter

Yet more loser bashing.

Lyrics to "BB Bitter":

i'm getting a little bit bitter if you can't tell

this song is called bitter bitter bitter bitter...
but the short name is just called bb bitter bb bb bitter 

bb bitter
bb bitter
bb bitter

i had a bb gun
i had a bb gun
i had a baby sister
and now it's time for fun

i had a bb gun
i had a bb gun
i had a baby sister
and now it's time for gun

pow pow pow
the bb hit her
pow pow pow
the bb hit her

i had a bb gun
i had a little sister
i wanna have some fun
too bad i didn't miss her

the bb hit her
bb bitter

[scat]

i had
i had a little sister
i had a bb gun
i aimed and didn't miss her
oh it was so much fun

i had a little sister
i had a bb gun
i didn't know if i could do it but i pulled the trigger
and had so much fun

the bb bit her
she bit me and then the bb bit her
little sister
the bb bit her
she deserved it
'cause she's so cute and successful at everything she does
and i can only get attention by getting in trouble

my little sister will surpass me at everything
my little sister she's got it all going for her
she gets attention and yes i know she deserves it 'cause she tries hard
and she has a good heart

but i have my needs 
and my needs are for attention
and the only way i know how to get attention
is to be destructive

so the bb bit her
the bb bit her
my little sister
i'm glad i didn't miss her

the bb bit her
the bb bit her
my little sister
i'm glad i didn't miss her

i'm glad i didn't miss her
i'm glad i didn't miss her

i had a bb gun
i had a little sister
and now it's time for fun
for i pulled the pulled the trigger

i had a bb gun
i had a little sister
it's time for having fun
i pulled the trigger trigger

the bb bit her
the bb bit her
the bb bit her
the bb bit her

like my avenging angel

i had a bb gun
i had a bb gun
and now it is time for fun fun fun

i had a little sister
i had a bb gun
i gotta pull the trigger
oh boy this is so much fun

the bb the bb the bb bit her
the bb the bb the bb bb bit her

i had a little sister
i had a bb gun
and now it's time

man i've eaten up half this side and nothing
  

Umbilical Love

Sweet lyrics, for a change.

Lyrics to "Umbilical Love":

i like going for a bike ride or a walk with my baby tonight
gotta go for a bike ride or a walk with my baby tonight

i love my baby
how i love my baby

gotta go with my cell phone if i'm going alone tonight
gonna have my umbilical if i'm going alone tonight

how i love my baby

gotta take a book when i go for my jog tonight
gotta take my cell phone and a book
gonna take a walkman when i go for a walk tonight
how i love my baby

gotta say irrelevant things in my song tonight
gonna sing as i play along tonight
just keep it short don't make it too long tonight

i love my baby
i love my baby

i don't know what that one was called
  

Gang of Three

Trying (and failing) to sound like Gang of Four.

Lyrics to "Gang of Three":

this is called gang of three
yeah not even close
that was bad
this is called gang of three
???
  

Cut My Losses

Not bad. Same old muse-loss theme though.

Lyrics to "Cut My Losses":

i was so inspired yesterday
i guess all that talent went away
i was so inspired a couple days ago
but right now it seems so boring and slow

it seems so cliche 
my voice is not helping a bit
it seems so cliche 
it sounds like i'm feeling like i should quit

like i should quit
feeling like i should quit
feeling like i should quit
feeling like i should quit

should i quit when i'm ahead
if you agree then please tell me
but when i'm ahead am i always playing catch up with my ambitions
tell me baby when, when am i ahead

so i can quit when i'm ahead
so tell me when just am i ahead
i should quit when i'm ahead
so please tell me what i

please tell me what i am
please tell me what i am
just tell me what i am

gonna sing in a low voice
this is really the low voice
with the low voice
it sounds pretty manly
it's my low voice
using my low voice
da da da da

so you should when you're ahead
that's fine, now tell me how i can get ahead
and then i'll quit
you should i should quit when i'm ahead
tell me how to get ahead

i use my low voice
i use my low voice
i use my low voice
i use my low voice

tell me tell me tell me how i should get ahead
if you're smart tell me how i can get there before i'm dead
tell me tell me tell me tell me how to get ahead
you think ??? you think you've got some ???

tell me how to get ahead
tell me how to get ahead

this song is barely hanging together
i think everything i've recorded today is pretty crappy

here i find myself in the studio again
trying to record an epic, trying to look for the inspiration
everything that comes out just sounds so forced and cliche
i should call it a day, but no way

i can't put down the toy candy for my creative soul
put down the toy, oh no
put down the pen, put down the axe, put down the keys
but that's not me; i don't know how to cut my losses

cut my losses
cut my losses

or maybe i do
  

Add Water

Sloppy, choppy, and slow.

Lyrics to "Add Water":

add water
just add water you got milk

add water
add water
and you got milk

just add a power chord
add a power chord
and you got punk

it didn't work
  

Little Pockets

Lots of truth here.

Lyrics to "Little Pockets":

all right hopefully this is it
and i always say that don't i
and i just record hours and hours and hours and hours of just noodling
see key of g was inspired and i had this energy to me but now i don't have it
i'm tired i'm tired and this is uninspired

and meanwhile i'll get a rhyme lucky
a lucky lucky lucky rhyme
i get it i cannot repeat it
i cannot repeat it

the goodness is in little pockets
it's just in little pockets
the goodness is in little pockets
little pockets of goodness

oh god what was that
a litle pocket of badness
  

Every Time

Too familiar. Too lame. Too typical. The best thing is the ending.

Lyrics to "Every Time":

oops

every time i try to do a dance i goof up 
i should know about the trying playing and dance at the same time

every time i try to do a dance i grow up
i should not learn to dance and grow up and throw up
[scat]

that was horrible
  

This Is Junk

This is the the last song of a long and frustrating day. It starts rough but is kinda cool guitar sound once it gets going. Unfortunately, the tape started getting warbly toward the end.

Lyrics to "This Is Junk":

none of this stuff is salvagable
none of it is
it's all junk
this is all junk
this is my song it's called this is junk

this is junk
so was punk when it first started
oh god

this is junk
so was punk

this is junk
and so was punk

this is junk this is junk
i can call it punk

this is junk
it's not even punk

this is junk
oh it's not even punk

the punk kids pull safety pin through their clothes
and their nose

this isn't even worth a safety pin
what it's worth only god knows

this is junk
it's not even punk

this is junk
and this is junk
and this is junk
oh it's not even punk

this is junk
it's not even punk

this is junk

this is junk
and it's not even punk

ugh
  

May 3

Dumb lyrics, but kinda catchy once it gets going.

Lyrics to "May 3":

today is the may 3rd
today is may 3rd
made it up to 
this song sounds like number 2
this song sounds like number 2
this song sounds like number 2

yesterday was may 2
this song sounds like number 2
yesterday was may 2
this song sounds like mumber mumble mumble 2

and it's mumble 2
and it's mumble 2

this song sounds like may 2
this song for you
song's on the may 2
the song for you

today is may 1 plus 2
this song sounds like poo
today is may 1 plus 2
this song sounds like poo

song sounds like today is after may 2
song sounds like poo

yesterday was may 2
the song sounds like poo
[scat]

today is may 1 plus 2
this song sounds dumb
yesterday was may 2
today is may day plus 2

yesterday was may 2
and it's still may 2
i'm running out of ideas here
will someone come to my rescue

yesterday was may 2
now it's may day plus 2
yesterday was may 2
now it's may day plus 2

a couple days ago was my mom's birthday
i sent her a couple of spanish cds
today is her final exam
i hope she does real well so she can travel and speak the spanish 

and say cinco de mayo minus 2 today too
today is cinco de mayo minus 2
today is the cumpleanos plus 2
hoy es cinco de mayo minus 2

today is may day plus 2
this song sounds like poo
today is may day plus 2

so if mom does real well on her exam
then next time they go down to mexico
she can order cerveza a couple times plus 2
a couple times ??? may 2 ???

[scat]

of course if mom doesn't do well on her exam
well i think she will 
why consider the unlikely event of her not doing so well on her exam

because mama's a good student too
may day plus 2
mama's a good student too
and a gooda cooka too

some day mama fly down to the mexico
she will say vamos a la playa down in mexico
she'll order cuatro cervezas para tu
te gusta cerveza, y tu?

today is may 2 plus 1 or may day plus 2
hoy es cinco de mayo menos 2
today is may day plus 2
today is cinco de mayo minus 2

this song is like a steaming pile of poo
too bad i cannot sing it better for you
today is cinco de mayo menos 2
today is cinco de mayo menos 2

menos 2 
  

Cavies

Yum.

Lyrics to "Cavies":

way down in the jungle
there lived a tribe of pygmies
they liked to eat the cavies

way up in the andes
lived a group of cavies
fluffy little cavies
crunchy for breakfast
barbecued cavies

cavy on a stick 
makes me sick
cavy on a stick 
makes me sick

barbecued cavy
with a bit of gravy
barbecued cavy
drive me insany

cavies on a stick 
makes me sick
cavies on a stick 
makes me sick

shishkabob cavy
tiny ribbed cavy
[scat]

cavies on a stick 
makes me sick
cavies on a stick 
makes me sick

sick sick sick sick

barbecued cavy
dipped in gravy
shishkabob cavy
barbecued
barbecued

can't do it
just can't do it 
can't keep a straight face during that one
i just can't

  

Reached That Point

Short, aimless.

Lyrics to "Reached That Point":

i reached that point where i don't i don't even
i've reached that point
i've reached that point
i've reached that point where i don't plan the songs anymore
i've reached that point where i don't have an agenda
no i haven't reached that point
if i press pause i will come up with something better than this
i'm gonna hit pause now
let's see what i come up with
  

Post Pause

So much for the pause idea.

Lyrics to "Post Pause":

didn't work did it

yeah so much for brilliance after pause
let's try pause number 2
  

Post Pause 2

Ugh. That second pause didn't help at all. This is just a loud pointless mess. It sounds intentionally annoying.

Lyrics to "Post Pause 2":

yeah so much for that
ok let's try pause number 3
  

Post Pause 3

This is quieter, but just as musically aimless. I should have quit a few pauses ago.

The improvised lyrics propose limiting myself in the number of songs I record each day. This was the beginning of the end of the epic recording days.

Lyrics to "Post Pause 3":

i should stop after the first song of the day
that's when i had the inspiration
i should make a rule that i should no longer play
if i mess up one too many times

i gotta exercise some quality control
gotta exercise on my bicycle
gotta exercise my mind
gotta exercise my management of time

i should stop when i'm about to stop
i should stop when i feel i've reached my creative top
i should just limit myself to 1 song a day
i should stop plowing through these tapes

i should just limit myself to 1 song a day
'cause nothing ever happens after 10 minutes or so
after 10 minutes it's time for me to go
and here i am on the 40th minute or so
and nothing is happening

i should stop after a song
i should resist the urge to playing along
to the imaginary epic jam in my head
it can wait for me until tomorrow

bye bye