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  • Title: Miner
  • Artist: Tripecac
  • Timespan: 2006
  • Theme: mining old ideas
  • Length: 78:02
  • Tracks: 14
  • Lyrics: 3
  • MP3s: 14 play all locally
  • Rating: (none) rate this album

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 Surveyore - 6:07 download listen locally 2001-07-?? 2006-05-03
2 Puff lyrics 4:05 download listen locally 2001-07-16 2006-05-09
3 ICP - 6:13 download listen locally 2001-07-?? 2006-05-11
4 Too Many Kisses - 4:43 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-05-16 (none)
5 Drater Gnik - 5:44 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-05-18 (none)
6 Cardboard Pox - 4:17 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-05-23
7 Nobedience - 4:01 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-05-25 (none)
8 Remow - 3:51 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-01 (none)
9 Bee Mine - 8:02 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-08
10 Thug Rat - 4:31 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-14 (none)
11 Command Ohm lyrics 5:05 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-19 (none)
12 Jello Yacket - 6:33 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-28 (none)
13 Thirstine - 4:44 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-06-29
14 Oldieminer lyrics 10:06 download listen locally ????-??-?? 2006-07-13 (none)
Total 78:02 play all locally album rating: (none)

Notes

Perhaps watching me on my musical treadmill is a poor spectator sport. Well, so is trail running. And polar exploration. And feeding guinea pigs to crocodiles.

So, what's left to enjoy in life?

The past, of course. Let's dig up our old journal entries, our poetry, our scribbled chord progressions. And let's put them to music. And call it a "concept album". Great idea, huh?

Hmm...

Okay, so where's those crocodiles?

Songs

Surveyore

The title is a pun on "surveyor", "survey ore", "survey yore", and "serve yore". Basically, I'm taking a first glance at some of my old unfinished ideas. I'd like to "serve" my ideas from the past by completing them. Yeah, I know: blech!

The first chord is C minor, which is probably my most common chord. I wanted to make sure I opened the album on its namesake!

I created the chord progression in July 2001. I was on my third Alaska trip (this time by car), visiting my friend Andrew in Fort McMurray, Alberta. He worked at a school there, and let me hole myself up in a piano practice room while he finished his work for the day.

Puff

This song involves an interesting coincidence. I wrote the first lyrics for it back in 2001, while driving in Canada (see the Trex song "Pick Up the Book"). Because I had scribbled them down on the same sheet as the chord progression for "Surveyore", I decided to finish them next.

Here's the coincidence: The evening right before I started it, I heard about a day care councellor who refused to let kids read books outside. I thought it was funny how that was the exact theme of the first verse.

Okay, well, enough about that coincidence. It was pretty boring. I'm not a good story teller today. Blaa blaa blaa.

So, anyway, what do you think of the vocals? Are you glad they're back? Are the lyrics too cryptic for ya? Were you hoping for something more polished and thoughtful? Yeah, well, me too.

Lyrics to "Puff":

VERSE:
  put down the book
  put down the book
  raise your chin, open your eyes
  and take a good look

  you got to put down the book
  yes, put down the book
  raise your chin, open your eyes
  and take a good look

CHORUS:
  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff
  pick it up, fast forward, puff puff
  pick it up, fast forward, puff puff

  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff puff
  pick it up, fast forward, puff puff
  pick it up, fast forward, puff puff

VERSE:
  you gotta join, join the group
  you gotta join, join the group
  stop sitting by yourself, stop thinking alone
    hey you, hey you
  you gotta join, join the group

  you gotta join, join the herd
  you gotta join, join the herd
  hey you, stop being a nerd
  come on and gotta join, join the herd

CHORUS:
  s.h.e.e.p. sheep sheep
  s.h.e.e.p. sheep sheep
  sheep sheep go go puff puff
  sheep sheep go go puff puff

  es eh eh ah oo oo sheep
  ah ah oo oo baa baa sheep
  sheep sheep go go puff puff
  sheep sheep go go puff puff

VERSE:
  hi, my name's anita
  and i'm a little bit on the short side
  i'm not just talking about my stature
  i'm talking about what is inside

  i come a little short when i got the brains handed out
  a little short when i got the wits handed out
  a little short when i got the nerves handed out
  and i'm anita, anita, anita

  and i'm so neat-a, i'm so neat-a
  everybody wants to be like me-a
  i'm so neat-a, i'm so anita
  everybody gotta be like me; i'm anita

  come on travis, that's not very nice
  you don't even know the girl
  come on travis, that's not very nice
  and you're not one to talk, are you, either

SOLOS:
  [scat]

CHORUS:
  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff
  pick it up, fast forward
  pick it up, fast forward

  come on now
  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff
  pick it up, fast forward
  you gotta pick it up, fast forward

  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff puff
  pick it up, fast forward
  pick it up, fast forward

  p.u.f.f. puff
  p.u.f.f. puff puff
  you gotta pick it up, fast forward

END:
  what does it all mean?
    i haven't decided that
  what does it all mean?
    i still haven't decided that

  what does it all mean?
    i don't know
  what does it all mean?
    i just don't know

  what does it all mean?
    i don't know
  what does it all mean?
    i just don't know

  what does it all mean?
    do i have to make a meaning
  what does it all mean?
    for you or can i just end the song like this?
  

ICP

The original title was "Introverted Chord Progression". I shortened it to "ICP", which is a pun on "I see pee". In case you don't get it: I have to spot check the guinea pigs' cages several times a day, so it kinda makes sense. Kinda.

The chord progression is from my 2001 road trip. Everything else is brand spankin' new.

Spank hard enough and you might make it pee. Okay, that was dumb. Forced. Very forced. Like pee.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

:|

Too Many Kisses

Where's the line between gusto and disgusto? I don't know!

This is a slow song that I recorded when half-drunk during a tiff. It took me a couple days to clean it up, and it's still not very good. The drums are barely there, very muffled. Oh well! I tried to capture the heartfeltness, but I think I captured the farthealtedness, if you know what I mean.

Drater Gnik

Look in a mirror and what do I see? Stupidity staring back at me.

I have no idea when I wrote the original chord progression. Is such a memory gap to be regarded as a significant loss? Not really. Similarly, if you "forget" this paragraph, this song, or even this artist, is that a great loss? Not really.

Cardboard Pox

I had too many cardboard boxes in the garage. The place was packed, chaotic. Spiders and mice thrived inside that cardboard mountain.

This song is similarly stuffed full of, well, junk. Lots of junk.

Nobedience

No obedience. That's what the title means.

The chord progression is a mix of an old waltz (Fm Eb) and "Christmas in Cancun (1)". It's cheesy, yeah, but, well, so what. At least I'm following my rules by regurgitating old stuff. I like rules. Even if they result in stupid songs like this.

I reverted to Sonar 4 (for the second time) because I was getting tired of Sonar 5's bugs. Later, I forgot that I started it in Sonar 4, so I went back to Sonar 5. Those are details you gotta know!

Remow

If at first you don't succeed (at mowing), you gotta keep mowing (at mowing).

Ugh. Lemme try that again.

If at first you don't succeed (at mowing), you gotta keep trying (at mowing).

Yuck. Oops, gotta do over.

If at first you don't succeed (at mowing), you gotta try, try again (to mow).

Nope, sounds too cheesy, still not right...

If at first you don't succeed (at mowing), you gotta something something mowing (mow).

Yeah, perfect!

I forgot to base this on an old song when I started it. So on the second day I had to find an old snippet to integrate into it. I chose a percussion rhythm so that I didn't have to bother with notes. I then mixed down that part so low you can barely hear it. Hooray for me!

Bee Mine

This is a semi-medley of old ideas. Most are pretty cliche-ic. Or rather, cliche-ick... Sigh.

The title comes from an idea I had for a game. One of the traps would be a land mine which explodes into a swarm of bees. Get it? Double-sigh.

I had technical difficulties with this song's project file, which is why it took so long to finish it. To compensate for the extra days, I made the song extra long. Hey, that rhymed! Too bad the song isn't as musical as these notes!

Thug Rat

The title is a pun on "thug" and "rug rat". Did I really have to point that out? Did I really have to start this song, finish it, and upload it? Couldn't I have just relaxed a bit, taken it easy, bummed a little... Indulged, smelled the roses, carpe-dium'ed? And then when things need done I can just get someone else to do it for me? And if they don't want to help me, I can focus on convincing them, maybe via a slight show of force, a little veiled threat, a not-so veiled threat... So that I can go back to relaxing? The game boy calls!

The music is bits from old stuff. So are these words, just rearranged a bit. In a not-so-pleasing manner, eh? Eh? Hey, I'm talking to you. Listen up when I'm speaking! Yeah, you! Okay, that's better. Now let me finish this level.

Command Ohm

An ohm is a unit of resistence. So a command ohm is like resisting command or authority, right? It's also a pun on "Commando" which is our nickname for Donovan.

The faint [fake] guitar chords (which add a little tension by being slightly out of key) come from 199-something or 200-something; I don't remember. The vocals and everything else are completely new. Assuming any Tripecac these days is really "new".

Funny how I spelled Donovan's name wrong. Not that it really matters... It's not like he's gonna head-butt me or something. Right???

Lyrics to "Command Ohm":

hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm

hey you, sitting in the grass
you're a cute little cavy; i really wanna kiss you
that's right, gonna give you a smooch
on your furry little head, unless travis catches me

i caught you, i caught you
i caught you and now i'm gonnna punish you
i caught you, i caught you
i caught you and now i'm gonnna punish you

with kisses, c kisses
just kidding, only lots of nestling
with kisses, c kisses
ha ha ha ha ha chompy chompy chompy

we all need the vocals
we voted for the vocals
and even though i did not feel like
recording vocals

here's the vocals, peer pressure
it got me so you've vocals
the vocals, peer pressure
they got me, here're the vocals

you wanted to have the vocals
they all voted for vocals
they all wanted the vocals
so here you have the vocals

hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm

come on let's get this straight
we need to know who's boss
who gets the bigger pepper
and who gets to hump whom

come on let's get this straight
so who gets to hump whom?
we're perfectly straight
now who gets to hump whom?

gimme a d.o.n.o.v.a.n.
who does that spell? donovan
a  c.o.f.f.e.e.e.e.e.
who does that spell? coffee

i'm hyper, i'm hyper
now gimme a diaper
i got the diarrhea
all over the floor

hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm
hay hay hay hay hay, command ohm

  [ plus other bits of the previous vocals ]
  

Jello Yacket

The title is a very obvious pun on the word "narcolepsy". Get it? No? Well, I bet you don't get yellowjackets inside your home either. Lucky you! Now zip it and buzz off!

The buzzing and discord are symbolic. So are the cymbals. Get it? Get it? Get it? Now buzz off!

Thirstine

I was working on song number 13. And I was thirsty! Now buzz off!

Okay, so the chord progression was loosely based on something that may or may not have been inspired by something I had scribbled down long ago. But I doubt it. Or do I? I'm not supposed to admit that I may have detoured outside the rules of the album (finishing old stuff). May have, I said. I don't know for sure. And neither do you. And that's what matters!

Fact is, I'm getting bored of working on the old songs, and this particular sound template. I want to do new stuff. Like this. This is new. So new. Oh so new, baby. Oh so newliciously new. Yup.

Betcha never heard a Tripecac song like this before! Yeah, I'm breaking lots of new ground here!

Or wind. One of those.

Oldieminer

I wanted to end the album with energy. Well, here's lots of energy. Not much skill though. Nope.

Sigh.

To be more accurate, this has pockets of energy, but can't sustain it. It's just too long, and too weak a song, with no real "groove".

I really didn't like the song at all, actually, but I needed to strettttch it for ten minutes in order to finish the album. So strettttch it I did. You get ten minutes of strettttched... umm... well, poop. Stretchy, stringy, mushy poop. Stuck on the bottom of your foot. Yep.

Hey, Donovan! Stop hogging all the veggies!

Gotta go now. Nature calls.

Lyrics to "Oldieminer":

ein zwei drei fier

i'm an oldieminer
i'm an oldieminer
i'm an oldieminer
they call me an old timer

i'm an oldieminer
i'm an oldieminer
i'm an oldieminer
yes, i'm an old timer

but it's a goldieminer
a pure goldie miner
i'm a goldieminer
goldie timer

i'm an oldieminer
but i feel goldieminer
stop wasting your timer
ha ha ha ha
that wasn't funny, hey

tickity tock, tickity tock ... swiss clock

so i played some notes
when i was little
and i feel the compulsion
to unearth them when i am big

i'm an oldieminer
i'm an oldieminer
watch me; i'm an oldieminer
old timer

i'm an oldieminer
yes, i'm an oldieminer
i'm an old oldieminer
it's a good time-ah
it's a good time-ah
it's a good time-ah
it's a good time-ah
it's an okay-a
it's an okay-a
it's an okay-a
i like to play-a
it's an okay-a
it's an okay-a
it's an okay-a
dum kopf, dum kopf, dum kopf, dum kopf

okay, let's get some bassline in here

i am a man
i write my own songs
and i like computers
i program all day long

i am a man
and i like to bike
i read lots of books
and sometimes i write

these lyrics they suck, they suck...
these lyrics they suck, they suck...
these lyrics they suck, they suck...
these lyrics they suck, they suck...

so why do i feel the compulsion to
resurrect the things that i used to do?

am i better now
or was i better then?
does it even matter?
am i pathetic once again?

these lyrics they suck, they suck...
these lyrics they suck, they suck...
these lyrics they suck, they suck...
just like that guy in the world cup

is he insane?
why did he bash his brain against the other dude?
i just don't get it
what could that possible accomplish?

what are my, what are my... accomplishments?
what are my, what are my... accomplishments?
what are my, what are my... accomplishments?
what are my, what are my... accomplishments?

  i wanna talk about accomplishments
  why am i here talking about my accomplishments?
  where's the future? the future? the future?

some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"
some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"
  ...

downie, downie, downie, downie...
here comes downie on her bicycle, her bicycle
here comes downie on her bicycle, her bicycle

let's clap our hands together now

some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"
some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"

some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"
some people make me feel smart
everybody say "jodie, jodie"

let's clap our hands together now

clapity clapity clap clap clap
this is a really weak rap
clapity clapity clap clap clap
this is typical tripecac

clapity clapity clap clap clap
what a weak way... let's call it a wrap

  [ repeat bits of above ]

i can clap my hands, i'm downie
i'm so advanced i can clap my hands
i'm mining, i'm mining
i'm mining and i'm rhyming

the rhyming miner
the rhyming miner
the rhyming miner
the rhyming miner
i'm the rhyming miner
the miner
the miner
i'm the rhyming miner

  [ repeat bits of above ]

clapity clapity clap clap clap
what a weak way... let's call it a wrap