Tripecac - Yata

Getting back on the horse... And what do we come up with? Yet another Tripecac song on yet another Tripecac album... Don't things ever change?

Actually, they do. The song title, for instance. First I called it "Yet". Then I noticed I had a track free, but not enough time to write another part, so I added some nature noises (a nice default). Then I felt like incorporating the nature theme in the song title, so I renamed it "Yeti".

Interesting, huh? Very, very interesting, huh? Super-duper-pooper-scooper interesting, huh?

Seriously, though, this song is about the fear of failure. The protagonist (a yeti) is worried that he has not evolved to the point of being appreciated (by humans). His response is to procrastinate (hibernating and hiding deep in the anonymity of nature). The next year, it's the same old thing. So it's an eternal Madadayo...

Do I identify with the yeti? Well, it depends if the procrastination is in regards to creativity or publicity. I'm certainly not cringing from creativity. Publicity, however... Hmm... Gotta think about it. Get back to me in a year or so...

so i just haven't blossomed yet
another year at least i bet
so why not call it quits 'til then
and save myself the exertion

  [repeat]
  

I had the "lovey dovey punk" idea in my head for a few hours before I started working on it. Originally I wanted the song to be pure punk. After a sketching out a verse or two I decided I wanted a cold, Antarctic feel to it (to fit the title). So it became a crisper, more Tripecac-ish groove + solo format.

The lyrics refer to punk, Taxi Driver, and the colonization of Australia. The punk and Taxi Driver references kinda touched base on The Clash's Combat Rock, but I think the Australian ingredient is somewhat new.

Too bad the music is so horrid. Oh well.

INTRO A 1:
  lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dove
  i'm a punk, i'm a punk
  lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dove
  i'm a punk, i'm a punk

INTRO B 1:
  lovey dovey dovey dovey dovey dovey, i'm a punk
    you, a punk? get out
  lovey dovey dovey dovey dovey dovey, i'm a punk
    ooh, a punk, look out
  lovey dovey dovey dovey dovey dovey, i'm a punk
    wooh, a punk, chill out
  lovey dovey dovey dovey dovey dovey, i'm a punk
    ew, a punk, got my safety pin out

INTRO A 2:
  lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dove
  i'm a punk, i'm a punk
  lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dove
  i'm a punk, i'm a punk

VERSE 1:
  somebody ought to do something about these punks
  they're swarming our streets
  disrupting our churches, corrupting our children
  we can't even think or pray when they are around
  somebody ought to ship them off to somewhere cold
  so they can chill out

CHORUS 1:
  let's send all the punks down to anarchtica
  let them fend for themselves 'cause they're so hardica

VERSE 2:
  somebody ought to do something about these punks
  they're swarming our streets
  disrupting our churches, corrupting our children
  we can't even think or pray when they are around
  we ought to ship them off somewhere cold
  so they can chill out

CHORUS 2:
  let's send all the punks down to anarchtica
  let them fend for themselves 'cause they're so hardica
  let's ship all the undesirables to anarchtica
  let survival of the fittest play its partica
  survival of the fittest
  yeah

VERSE 3:
  somebody ought to do something about these punks
  they're swarming our streets
  disrupting our children
  disrupting our children?
  they're not disrupting our children
  they're raping our children
  and our dogs too

CHORUS 3:
  let's send all the punks down to anarchtica
  let them fend for themselves 'cause they're so hardica
  let's ship all the undesirables to anarchtica
  let survival of the fittest play its partica
  survival of the fittest
  yeah

    [repeat bits of the above]
  

Weird, slow, weird, slow.

Not much else to say about this one. At least not right now. I'm tired.

i look up at the moon
and i wonder: will i be living there soon?
will i look back at my life down here
as a waste or as my golden years?

will i feel sadness
when i remember my days here on earth
or will i fill with pride at the thought of
all that i accomplished since birth?

i'm an auto-man, an auto-man
cruisin' down the highway in my auto-van
i can go a thousand miles without ever leaving my room

i'm an auto-man, an auto-man
cruisin' in my clunker down the autobahn
as long as i am steady i will never need to zoom

i like to stay in my own lane
get passed on the left, get passed on the right
to drive like the rest would seem insane
too fast on the left, too fast on the right

i like to trust my own brain
like i trust my hearing and i trust my sight
keeping it steady is the name of my game
so i keep on drivin' all through the night

eventually i had to pull over at a gas station
you know, relieve myself, fuel up a bit
buy a few dozen cases of bottled water
the attendant was a really nice guy
a proper german type; his name was otto
i said "hi otto"
he said "i like your auto"
i said "well, i like your name, otto"
it'd be a great title for a tripecac song

hey, yeah, yes it would
uh huh, it would sound so good
so i did it; i put his name in the title
yes, i did it; and now it sounds so right-o, right-o

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

The title is supposed to make you think of some sort of herd mentality radar.

The music is supposed to be half-way decent, or at least quarter-way decent. Instead, it's poop to the fourth power.

I can blame this song's lameness on my sore, swolen hand, or on the fact that I was exhausted. Or on the change in weather (I was freezing all day). Or on my growing boredom with the template. Or on....

Really, though, I think it's just due to being out of ideas. No inspiration, no motivation, no anything-ation worth mentioning or recording.

Will "musician's block" ever stop me from finishing a song? No way! Because rules are rules. Yeah. End of discussion.

Sing along:

End of discussion, end of discussion. When in doubt, add percussion. And solos and vocals and maybe some scat. Quality control, ha ha, take that!

moo moo

i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
sniffin' me out

i can sense the herd
from a million miles away
just like you can hear the bad notes
in this vocal, eh?

i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
just like the herd can sense the nerd

i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
i can sense the herd
just like the herd can sense the nerd

can you sense the herd?
can you sense the herd?
can you sense the herd?
can you feel them sniffin' the nerd?

uh-oh, my radar just went blank
where are they now?
they're watching american idol

dumb dumb dumb... [scat]

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

One man's ____ is another man's ____. The lyrics are dumb. The music is pretty mindless too.

It's supposed to make you dance, but it's so vacant of ideas that it's more likely to make you sneeze.

Hmm. That didn't make any sense. Neither does this song. Oh well. Blame it on the cold, I guess. :)

[cough]
sorry, got a bit of a bad voice today

one man's trash is another man's treasure
one man's trash is another man's treasure
one man's trash is another man's treasure
one man's trash is another man's treasure

one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure

one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure

one man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's crash is another man's closure

uno man's mash is another man's measure
one man's lash is another man's leisure
uno man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's cash is another man's leisure

why oh why oh why?
why oh why oh why?
why oh why oh why?
why oh why oh why?

one man's trash is another man's junk
one man's trunk is another man's funk
and one man's funk is another man's skunk
and one man's skunk is another man's bunk, uh-huh

one man's mash is another man's measure
and one man's lash is another man's leisure
and one man's rash is another man's pleasure
y'all know: one man's trash is another man's treasure
  let's say it again

one man's trash is another man's treasure, uh-huh
one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's leisure
one man's flesh is another man's creature

[instinct]
more gimme more more more solos
more gimme more more more instrumentals

let's cut the, cut the vocal, cut the vocal right out
you got to cut the cut the vocal, cut the vocal right out
you got to cut the cut the vocal vocal vocal right out
you got to cut the cut the vocal cut cut cut cut cut

one man's trash is another man's junk
one man's junk is another man's funk
one man's funk is another man's punk
and one man's punk is another man's skunk, skunk, skunk...

there was this guy and he wanted to play
he said "come over, we can play today"
i said "that doesn't sound like a very good plan"
he said "i'll show you i'm a real man"

i said "no thanks, i'm into girls"
he said "come on, i'll give you
a listen to my diamonds and pearls"

i said "that sounds like a prince cd",
he said "that is a prince cd"
i said "okay, that's a really dumb story,
that's a really dumb story"

what's the point, what's the point, what's the point
what's the point of going on?
what's the point, what's the point
what's the point of going on?

what's the point, what's the point
what's the point of going on?
what's the point, what's the point
what's the point of going on?

is this trash or is this a treasure
do you derive any pleasure
from listening to this experimental
and this is a stupid stupid non-instrumental

non-instrumental, non-instrumental, mental mental
mental slow, mentally-ly-ly-ly slow...

[cough]
ugh, i've got all this phlegm in my throat
i don't what i should do about the phlegm in my throat
[cough]
it's kinda hard to sleep with all this phlegm
well, i guess i'll just put my head down on the pillow,
cross my fingers that i'll be able to get at least
two or three hours of sleep tonight
[cough]
no g-
no guaran-
no guarantee that i'll even wake up
jesus!

tell me is this trash or tell me is this treasure
tell me is this trash or tell me is this treasure
tell me is this trash or tell me is this treasure
tell me is this trash or tell me is this treasure

tell me
you gotta tell me
you gotta tell me
you gotta tell me now

  trash, treasure, trash, treasure
  trash, treasure, trash, treasure

one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure
one man's lash is another man's leisure

one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure
one man's mash is another man's measure

one man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's crash is another man's pleasure
one man's crash is another man's pressure
one man's crash is another man's closure

crash crash crash crash
lash lash lash lash
crash crash crash crash
cash cash cash cash

[scat]

one man's trash is another man's junk
one man's trunk is another man's funk
and one man's funk is another man's skunk
and one man's skunk is another man's bunk, p.u.!

one man's mash is another man's measure
and one man's lash is another man's leisure
and one man's rash is another man's pleasure
y'all know: one man's trash is another man's treasure

i have a cold today
my voice is very hoarse today
i have a cold today
i must prepare to sneeze away

i have a cold today
my voice is very hoarse today
i have a cold today
beware i will start sneezing

achoo! achoo! achoo on you
achoo! achoo! achoo on you
achoo! achoo! achoo on you
achoo! achoo! achoo on you
  

Big brother. Oh brother.

Seriously, though, well... Okay, this isn't very serious.

I guess I should say something constructive. Here goes... I completed this song on my sister's birthday. So the "big brother" comment has a double meaning.

Hooray for double meaning! Boo for doubled kick drum!

VERSE 1:
  ip addresses everywhere
  i just can't seem to get them out of my hair

  when i shop online ip
  when i google a term ip
  when i read email ip
  when i download music ip

VERSE 2:
  ip devices everywhere
  transmitting private info through the air

  when i take a hike ip
  when i eat my soup ip
  when i drink a beer ip
  when i call you on the phone ip

VERSE 3:
  ip spies are everywhere
  transmit my private moments through the air

  when i take a shower ip
  when i swim in a pool ip
  when i laugh too hard ip
  when i go number 1 ip

BRIDGE:
  duh! duh! duh! duh!

  gotta get a new ip
  gotta find a new ip
  gotta use a new ip
  not gonna abuse my new ip

  gotta get a new id
  gotta find a new id
  gotta use a new id
  not gonna abuse my new id

  gotta get a new ip id
  gotta find a new ip id
  gotta get a new id ip
  gotta find a new id ip

  gotta use a new ip id
  not gonna abuse my new ip id
  gotta use a new id ip
  not gonna abuse my new id ip
  

I've got a friend who is very thrifty. Can you guess his name?

I was also very thrifty with the musical ideas for this song. If it sounds familiar, that's because I... "intentionally" (ahem) made it mimic my other songs.

Question: Why did I do that? (If you don't understand the question, re-read the previous paragraph.)

Answer 1: Well, I used to think my friend liked to mimic other people. He didn't seem to have many ideas of his own. I still think most of his enthusiasm comes from learning other people's ideas, but at least he's got enthusiasm, so I don't feel like knocking him anymore.

Answer 2: Being utterly bereft of enthusiam myself, I robotically laid down tracks in the easiest possible manner. Following the path of least resistence, I regurgitated whatever old ideas happened to bubble to the top of my esophagus. Yum!

Answer 3: If you don't understand this answer, re-read my previous answers, and the question again while you are at it.

Answer 4: See above answer.

Answer 5: Ditto.

Answer 6: 10 print "ditto"; 20 goto 10;

As for the lyrics, well, they're an exaggeration of how I once viewed my friend's life choices. He's actually a very productive guy, so you can think of this as an unrealistic charicature.

Is that how you spell it: charicature? Yikes. Gotta find a way to run spell-check on these xml files. And a grammar check too. And a point check.

CHORUS:
  due due due due due...

VERSE:
  so there was this guy
  and his name was michael
  he liked to save money
  he was very economical

CHORUS:
  due due due due due...

VERSE:
  he was a nice guy but he liked to save money
  bought a really cheap house in the city
  it's a bit run down and needs quite lot of fixing
  he has no time to focus on how to make a living

    cheap house in the city

BRIDGE:
  but the mortgage is due
  and the garbage is due
  and the power is due
  and the taxes are too

  whatcha whatcha... whatcha gonna do, michael?
  whatcha whatcha... whatcha gonna do, michael?
  whatcha whatcha... whatcha gonna do, michael?
  whatcha whatcha... whatcha gonna do, michael?

  i think i'm gonna coast
  gonna barter with my friends
  gonna cross my fingers
  and build bongs out of soda cans

  i think i'm gonna coast
  do you wanna coast with me?
  we'll sleep in a trailer
  and rent out my house while i try to find a sugar mama

  if you're gonna be cheap
  there's gonna be consequences
  if you're gonna be econo
  eventually you'll have expenses

  and you'll have no training for it
  and no preparations for it
  and you'll have no brains for it
  and no qualifications for it

  if you're gonna be cheap
  there's gonna be consequences
  if you're gonna live econo
  well, eventually you'll have expenses

  and you'll have no training for it
  and you'll have no preparations for it
  and you won't have the brains for it
  and you will not have the qualifications for it

  but the mortgage is due
  and the garbage is due
  and the power is due
  and the taxes are too

  yes, the mortgage is due
  and the garbage is due
  and the power is due
  and the internet too

  'cause you can't always leech off your neighbors
  can't always borrow their clothes
  you can't always trade your services
  for somebody's fireblowing skills

  the mortgage is due
  the garbage is due
  the power is due
  the taxes are too

  the mortgage
  the garbage
  the power
  the taxes

  the taxes, the taxes
  is that what you're worried about: taxes?
  is that why you dress like a hippie?
  complain about all the people

  who have jobs
  and cars
  and computers
  and air conditioning

  they pay for their own internet connection
  and their own food
  and brakes for their bikes

  do you complain about the republicans
  as they sit in their cozy neighborhoods
  do you complain about the superstars
  as they parade around glorious hollywood

  what do you deserve

  a house full of spiders?
  a house full of fleas
  your weekends spent cleaning up after drunken parties?

  a house full of renters
  a house full of dogs
  a house full of unpaid bills and soda can bongs

  doesn't sound too appetizing to me
  sounds like borderline poverty

[repeat bits of the above]
  

Q: What do you call an acrobat who jumps so high he enters orbit?

A: Dead.

Q: Seriously, though...

A: No, I mean it, he's gotta be dead. You can't survive up there because there's not enough air pressure. And oxygen.

Q: Okay, dork. I was telling a joke. Don't take me so literally. And besides, he can wear a space suit.

A: Well, to be able reach the required escape velocity, he'll have to travel so fast that he'd probably burn up in the atmosphere.

Q: "Probably"? So that means there's a chance he'd survive?

A: Well, even if he did make it to orbit, he'd still get killed by the solar radiation.

Q: Then why didn't the guys who walked outside of the space shuttle die?

A: They stayed on the shady side.

Q: Ah, okay, well this guy has a really good space suit. It reflects all the radiation, so he doesn't need any shade. Or he has a space umbrella or something.

A: Well, how's he gonna get back down? He'll burn up on re-entry for sure.

Q: Hey, if he doesn't burn on the way up, why would he burn on the way down? You just said he might not burn on the way up, so that means he might not --"

A: Oh man, this is so stupid... Just tell your joke. Go ahead, get on with it.

Q: Oh yeah, um... joke... well...

A: Come on, hurry it up. I've got things to do.

Q: Well, there wasn't actually any joke. I was gonna try to make it up as I went along.

A: Oh man, I can't believe you wasted my time with that.

Q: I did the same thing with the music; I had no plan, so just kind of "wung" it. No pun intended.

A: Whatever. You suck. Goodbye.

Q: Wait! Aren't you gonna listen to the --

A:

Q: Hello?

A:

Q: Anyone there???

somebody said
if you jump too high
you'll be an acronaut
i said, what's an acronaut?
and they said

if you jump too high
i don't know where you'll go
i don't know where this [is] going
i don't know where i'm going

i don't know where this is going
i have no idea
i have no idea
i have no idea

somebody said
if you jump too high
you'll be an acronaut
i said, what's an acronaut?

somebody said
if you don't shut up
i'll punch you so hard
you'll be an acronaut

somebody said
if you don't shut up
i'll punch you so hard
you'll fly into the sky

somebody said
if you don't be quiet right now
i'll hit you so hard
you'll be an acronaut

and i said
what's an acronaut?
what's an acronaut?
what's an acronaut?

ahhh
there's no point to this
just floating through space
looking for some asteroid named pluto
looking for something to anchor my ideas
what ideas?
there's no ideas
there's no ideas here
this is just killing time, isn't it?
killing time

hey, so whatcha doin' up here with me?
hey, i'm flying in my space suit
hey, lookin at the stars over there
like the constellations but they are a bit bigger

why are they bigger?
i don't know; i didn't take that much astronomy
i don't know; i didn't take too much astronomy

why are they bigger?
i don't know; i didn't take too much astronomy
i don't know; i didn't take too much astronomy

yikes, yuck, space sucks (because it's a vaccuum)
yikes, yuck, space sucks (because it's a vaccuum)

yikes, yuck, yikes, yuck
this is what you get
when you don't prepare yourself
when you pick up the mic
yike mic, yike mic

yuck, yuck, space sucks
so do these lyrics and that's enough
be quiet travis, just zip it up
zip it up or we'll punch you out

i'll hit you so hard
you'll fly into the sky
you'll become an acronaut
acronaut

i'll punch you so hard
your lights will go out
you'll be in the dark
little acronaut

we all dance a jig in the space space station
we all dance a jig in the space space station
  [repeat]

we pee in straight lines in the space station

we all like to be in the space station
don't want to go home yet
don't want to go home yet
nyet, nyet, nyet

my little space
  

You get the joke in the title, right? You kinda have to be innocent to get the joke. No killer will get the joke, for instance. ;)

So anyway, here's the penultimate ramble on an album full of long jams and yawns. I yawned as I wrote that last sentence, as a matter of fact.

Yet another yawn for yet another song on yet another album by yet another bedroom musician.

I love marketing myself.

I also love marking on myself. With a pen. When I forget things. Yeah.

The lyrics are really stupid. And I won't argue with you if you say the music is too.

Okay, only one more song to go and then I'm done with this dudtastic album!

all filler, no killer...

ooh, yeah, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh, that's right

all filler, no killer...

don't need no killer or tequila
don't need no killer or tequila

yeah

this is filler, this is filler...

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

Believe it or not, this song is about gleaners. One bum per crop, please. Get it?

Okay, dumb title for a dumb song. On a dumb album. By a dumb band...

And guess what: there's lots more dumbness ahead!

Dumbness that will make you feel smart.

And creative!

And sleepy!

Yes, very sleepy!

So that you can nestle your special someone.

Your jodie special someone.

Your sacky special someone...

:)

one bum per crop, please
only one bum per crop
one pair of gleaning somethings
one pair per crop

only got one pear out of this tree
don't want them to sick the dogs after me
i think i see an apple farm over there
but maybe i can swipe another pear

hey, one bum per crop, please
eine swine per crop    (that was dumb)
one bum per crop
okay, come on, just cut the humor, stop

i was watching the waves
crashing on the shore
here come the clouds
please travis, don't give us anymore

just zip it, zip it
or else we will skip it
just zip it, zip it
okay, let's quit it