Click on the thumbnail to view a printable cd sleeve.- Title: Kim 3
- Artist: Trex
- Timespan: 1987-1988
- Theme: tapes 4b, 5, 6 for Kim
- Length: 77:41
- Tracks: 26
- Lyrics: 22
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- Rating: *** [3] (1 rating) rate this album
Track List
- Pleasure Intro
- Pleasure Trip
- Spider
- No Utopia
- Old Scat-Trav Intro
- Life Is Precious
- African Music
- Rapid Reggae
- Awful Old Stuff
- Comet Tail
- Comet Comment
- Comet Tale
- Kim 2 Outro
- Hunger Intro
- Land of Hunger (2)
- Boastin' False Start
- Guy in the Middle
- Play in the Rain
- Fan Chatter
- Exam Dream
- Will You Believe
- Scat-Trav Chatter
- The Math Exam
- Mixer Chatter
- The Math Exam (poem)
- No Star Chatter
Notes
This is the third batch of songs for my cousin Kim. It introduces "Scat-Trav", which is what I called my sped-up recordings. There are some "normal" songs in there as well.
Songs
Pleasure Intro
- Kim 3 track 1
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:33
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Kinda funny.
Lyrics to "Pleasure Intro":
this is the next day the time is 7:13pm write that down no, i'm gonna write it down 7:13pm january the 14th 1988 and i wrote this in school after a math test and i'll call it pleasure trip no one helped me write it i tried to get allen to help me write another one in band because it's the first class of the day it's a very boring class so i tried to get him to help me write something in there but we had to work yes, that's right, we actually worked in band it's a tough life ok this one is called pleasure trip
(c) 1988 Trex
Pleasure Trip
- Kim 3 track 2
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 7:29
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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According to my notes, I wrote this in school and recorded it at 7:13pm. It's about a vacation in South Africa, and was probably inspired by the song I recorded the night before ("Stand Up South Africa").
Lyrics to "Pleasure Trip":
after seven months of living a south african life dad says "a trip around the country sure would be nice" so we pack our car so we so we pack our car so we so we pack our car so full it hardly shuts last night's storm left the driveway full of ruts repairing it caused a few hours of delay i began to think we'd never leave that day but finally we began our month-long vacation to drive through a country in need of liberation we pass some natives banging on some congo drums the conditions here are worse than in the new york city slums the first stop's in natal; durban's the city's name a few days with some friends and off we go again to knysna we go next; it's the little town on the shore we stay and camp a week or so and then we drive some more one of my favorites - the famous cango caves i really enjoyed wandering this underground maze then out of the darkness, back into the light the day is growing weary close becomes the night close becomes the night under starry moonlit skies we drive along our course in grahamstown we stay a while in rendevals beside the forest the next place on our visit is cape town we get out of the car, have a look around i see table mountain i see table mountain we decide to go to the top i see table mountain and in the cable car our ears begin to pop there's a store up here so we can stop and eat the view is so great, the air is so sweet we stay up there for little more than an hour take some pictures of the mountains and the flowers we return to town and wander through the streets then we head down south, some friends to meet and upon the cape, the heavy winds do blow we look around a bit and then we have to go we travel for a few more days in the car we think of all the places we have been so far kimberly diamond mine is our next stop it's a great big hold in the ground, a mighty drop i find a little rock in a pile of white stone i pretend it's a diamond and call it my own another day, another day, another day left another day we go to a little town to matjesfontein it's the smallest town in this empire of pain another day and we're home again to stay i wish we could go wish we could go back some other day hey hey hey hey another day and we're home again to stay i wish we could go back some other day south africa country in country in country in pain
(c) 1988 Trex
Spider
- Kim 3 track 3
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:33
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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I labeled this "Poem - real dumb". Yup.
I recorded it at 7:39 pm
Lyrics to "Spider":
imagine a spider with a belly full of eggs crawling on top of you from under your bed with one of his legs he touches the tip of your nose and as you inhale up your nostril he goes
(c) 1988 Trex
No Utopia
- Kim 3 track 4
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 6:48
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This is mostly one long solo. It's okay.
I recorded this at 7:40pm.
Lyrics to "No Utopia":
i tell you every share of problems go to the country each get an equal share but some have a bigger share than others do some have a bigger share there is no such thing as a perfect nation and america has its share of problems too every country's got its problems but some have a bigger share than the others do and that's all the lyrics, i tell ya
(c) 1988 Trex
Old Scat-Trav Intro
- Kim 3 track 5
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:11
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Introducing some old "Scat-Trav" recordings.
Lyrics to "Old Scat-Trav Intro":
these are old songs i recorded on january 7th 1987 i just found them and they're pretty interesting and they're different and they're a change of pace i guess you'll probably like 'em
(c) 1988 Trex
Life Is Precious
- Casio Picks track 3
- Kim 3 track 6
- recorded: 1987-01-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 3:09
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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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
(c) 1987 Trex
African Music
- Kim 3 track 7
- recorded: 1987-01-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 1:42
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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Doesn't sound very African to me. It's mostly scat.
Lyrics to "African Music":
[scat] african music african music african music, african, it's african it's african music, african african music, it's african, it's african it's african music, it's african, it's african african music, african, that's what you call it africa music, it's african, that's what you call it
(c) 1987 Trex
Rapid Reggae
- Kim 3 track 8
- recorded: 1987-01-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 1:43
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310
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This is very repetitive, and kinda dumb.
Awful Old Stuff
- Kim 3 track 9
- recorded: 198?-??-??
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: An Example of the Awful Old Stuff
- length: 0:20
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310
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This is an excerpt from what was on the tape before I recorded over it. This is the best 20 seconds. The rest (several minutes worth) was all horribly boring.
My note to Kim said "No Coordination Present". My guess for the date was 1986 or 1987.
Comet Tail
- Kim 3 track 10
- recorded: 1987-01-07 (approximate)
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: Beast Feast
- length: 2:40
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310
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This was an experiment in weird chords. It's okay.
My best guess for the date was "around Jan 7 1987".
Comet Comment
- Kim 3 track 11
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:24
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Talking about the two Comet songs.
Lyrics to "Comet Comment":
that was comet tail 1 it was beast feast and i recorded it a long time ago this next one is comet tail 2 or the comet tale comet tail 1 is spelled c o m e t t a i l 1 like the tail of a comet but comet tail 2 is spelled c o m e t t a i l 2 or comet tale as in story this hopefully is a better version i have no idea because i haven't made it up yet
(c) 1988 Trex
Comet Tale
- Kim 3 track 12
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: The Comet's Tail 2, The Comet's Tale
- length: 6:00
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310
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This is my year-later sequel to "Comet Tail". It's slightly more melodic. Sloppy, though.
Kim 2 Outro
- Kim 3 track 13
- recorded: 1988-01-14
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:15
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Finally, I'm done!
Lyrics to "Kim 2 Outro":
ok i've got to go and i'll keep on writing songs there's got to be some in there that was ok if none were good then i have an excuse saying most of them are old and if all of them are good then i don't need an excuse i'll just say that i'm just as good now as i was then
(c) 1988 Trex
Hunger Intro
- Kim 3 track 14
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:55
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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This is a funny intro to the re-recording of my (ahem) "classic" "Land of Hunger".
Lyrics to "Hunger Intro":
you know what is frustrating jessica gets more phone calls and she's on the phone longer than anyone else combined and doubled and multiplied by 14 yes i made that little thingamajig up ok this is a song and i've been dying to find i know it's on some of my old tapes and that's the reason i was listening to that old stuff this is old i think it's 1982 it is when i was in huntsville alabama yeah it's 1982 or 1981 ok that's when this was written and what ??? depresses me is it's because it's pretty good if it's good and the music now i think is good then i haven't improved that much but this i didn't have any music toward it it was just like i have this really pooey i can only say pooey because everybody will listen to this a pooey copy of it and this one is called land of hunger and i know everyone in my family has been dying to hear it because it's a long lost treasure right after this one i wrote gook-gook, which is gook gook, i got ants in my pants gook gook, oh it's such a romance gook gook, how i love to dance gook gook, gook gook real short song so this was old because it's immature but this is the first one that i actually thought about the lyrics when i wrote it ok it's the first real song i guess here we go
(c) 1988 Trex
Land of Hunger (2)
- Casio Picks track 5
- Kim 3 track 15
- wrote: 1982-??-?? (approximate)
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 5:29
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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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
(c) 1988 Trex
Boastin' False Start
- Kim 3 track 16
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 1:47
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This was a false start to "Guy in the Middle". I got pretty far along before I decided to start over.
Lyrics to "Boastin' False Start":
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 de feet because the reggae rule and the reggae rock and the reggae cool all around the block reggae, reggae, reggae, oh no music like the reggae singing reggae, reggae, reggae, oh no music like the reggae we be the rastaman, the iyaman some folks call us the higherman be the rastaman, the iyaman some folks call us the higherman be the reggae, the reggae stars rastafarian big stars reggae mon we boastin' reggae boastin' reggae boastin' our heritage reggae jamaica boarders we be the rastaman we boastin' reggae mon walking down the street finding people to meet mon reggae
(c) 1988 Trex
Guy in the Middle
- Casio Picks track 6
- Kim 3 track 17
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: Boastin' Reggae
- length: 8:45
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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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 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 sort of like a game i boast no sophistication but no ultimate retardation i'm just a guy in the middle cannot solve this riddle 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 now 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 higher man 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, cannot solve this riddle someday someone will see something impressive in me [i] have no idea now what that, that gift will be be a reggae mon, guy in the middle reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle reggae mon, a guy in the middle reggae mon, 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 kick it up kick it up kick it up to speed 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 is 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, be 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 higher man 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 middle boastin' reggae mon, cannot solve this riddle boastin' reggae reggae reggae
(c) 1988 Trex
Play in the Rain
- Casio Picks track 7
- Kim 3 track 18
- started: 1988-01-14
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: Playin' in the Rain
- length: 3:38
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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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
(c) 1988 Trex
Fan Chatter
- Kim 3 track 19
- recorded: 1988-01-18
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:28
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Clap now.
Lyrics to "Fan Chatter":
hey i heard applause yes you're not my only fan i have some out there they just don't want to have themselves recognized actually the people that admire my type of music are upper class let's applaud all the people that actually listen to this stuff yeah, i'm giving a hand to all you fans out there, all you one fan ok i guess this next song will be dedicated to that one person in the background that clapped
(c) 1988 Trex
Exam Dream
- Kim 3 track 20
- recorded: 1988-01-19
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 11:21
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, french horn, vocals
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This start off being about my first high-school exam, which was for band. Then it turns into a lucid dream fantasy, and gets utterly hilarious! Unfortunately, it keeps going after that. And going. And going.
I've left the song intact, with almost no editing. It's rough in parts, but has an infectious energy, especially in the beginning. When I got tired of singing, I started soloing. The ending is very weird, which super-hyper drums and slow soloing.
I think the Chinese reference are based on my Good Earth sequels (e.g., "I Do Care").
Lyrics to "Exam Dream":
we'll i'd like to tell you about a story about the boy who took his high school exams for the first time semester exams wasn't very proud of it he really blew it, blew it out the window but this is about a boy who took his exams without eating breakfast without eating breakfast so i sat down in class i sat down, i sat down i sat down in class as everybody was warming up it sounded just awful, sorta like this ok class you can get quiet now mr c--- came in the room i went over to my french horn, sat down mr c--- what travis i'd like to play my scales sure travis, go ahead so i sat down and being just the way i am i volunteered to do my scales so i sat down and i sat down again and i played my scales like this he said: travis and i said: what he said: travis, i want to do your f scale and i said: my f scale, what's that? he said: it's your f scale, concert f scale and i said: well, mr c---, for me that's a b-flat scale and he said: fine, travis, just play it and i said: should i play 2 octaves or 1 octave? he says: whatever you can do travis i said: i'll play it one octave all right and he said: travis, that's not impressive and i said: mr c---, i know it sucked he said: travis, we don't need that kind of language and i said: mr c---, ok and so and so and i said: ok class, i went first; who's going next? and this big kid walked up to me and said you're a real nerd and i said you know what, this is my dream this is my dream and i can do whatever i want in my dream 'cause it's my dream nobody else's dream and it's indeed a dream it's my dream i can do what i want in my dream and so the big kid came up to me and said listen, squirt, i don't know what's up with you, but if it's your dream, fine and he disappeared i said: mr c--- since i now know this is a dream: up yours and the whole world started turning awesome i could do whatever i want people were crowding around me like i was awesome i was awesome and my heart started pounding started pounding because i knew that i would have fun in this dream and i did first thing i did was i went outside, found this car and being it my dream, i willed myself to be able to drive it so i did drive it; i drove it all the way into town went to the ??? sports center, bought myself a rifle and being it my dream i taught myself to shoot a gun which i would not dare do now because it's stupid so i also bought a whole lot of camouflage clothing and i put on a ballet outfit over the camouflage since it was my dream, i looked pretty and i also looked awesome so all these people, girls and boys, would come and fall in love with me and the boys would just hang all over me so i said: get off, you creeps so i pushed them off with the butt of my revolver and the girls would pile on me and i said: get off, girls so i pushed them away with my butt, ha ha it was an awesome dream from the start an awesome dream, too hot, too hot, too hot ??? an awesome dream, really really really too hot, too hot, too hot two hearts beating as one i met this chinese guy he had this funny-looking hat and he was eating rice and looked really funny and i said, hey mr --- and since it was my dream i knew who he was and i said, hey mr chow chung wang and he said: domino pizza, domino pizza deliver that's all he knew of american so being it my dream i taught him everything i knew about american and one day we went to class and he had to give a report so he stood up and said: ??? he started speaking chinese, going: ??? and then this big indian came on, on in my dream he walked through the door and he went: ??? and i said: what's that supposed to mean and he said: ??? and i took me about an hour but being it my dream i finally found out he was saying: get that chinese guy off the air and so i looked around and i was in a radio station i heard the signal for the news to begin so i had my rifle i sang over the air of a hijacked studio people calling in asking where the regular dj was i said he's on vacation with a bullet through his head i would say he should be dead making this up as i go along that's the end of my song psyche, hit it we are rocking, we are rocking tonight we are rocking in my dream tonight we are rocking, we are rocking, we are rocking we are rocking, we are rocking in my dream tonight we are rocking, we are rocking in my dream tonight we are rocking, we are rocking, we do as we please we are rocking, we are rocking, we ??? i say: we are rocking in the song so long we are rocking and it all sounds wrong we are rocking and i made this ??? made this up, made this up, made this, made this, made this, made this made this up, it's over i'm gonna speed this up over i'm gonna speed this up over i want you to feel the beat over i want you to love the beat taste the beat move your feet i want you to feel the beat this song is over over over over over over over over one more chorus take it i want you to feel the beat i want you to hear the beat yeah, we're ending and the song's over
(c) 1988 Trex
Will You Believe
- Casio Picks track 8
- Kim 3 track 21
- recorded: 1988-01-19
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 5:10
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
(c) 1988 Trex
Scat-Trav Chatter
- Kim 3 track 22
- recorded: 1988-01-19
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:57
- Travis Emmitt - talking
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Talking about the Scat-Trav approach (speeding up recordings).
Lyrics to "Scat-Trav Chatter":
that was scat trav i did that first a year ago when i recorded some piano music and i sped it up using that little tape recorder and i liked the sped up version so i just decided to try it again it doesn't sound like me but i'm used to the way it sounds i like it a lot it's not my idea because you know, alvin and the chipmunks see, boring songs are usually long you know, just be glad i sped it up because it'd be about one and a half times as long if i didn't speed it up they'd be drawn out and if i made a mistake it wouldn't be as funny when i make mistakes i laugh and when i laugh it sounds like a real laugh: ha ha ha but up there i go he he he and that's what i want i like the way it sounds it's a little bit better for the non-serious songs now that's a serious song i just put it in the scat trav because i didn't like the way i sang and my mother complains that i don't have enough melody in my voice it's just one bland blaaaaa i guess that's right
(c) 1988 Trex
The Math Exam
- Kim 3 track 23
- recorded: 1988-01-20
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 3:57
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals | wrote: music, words
- Mike Chapman | wrote: words
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Yes, I had exams on my birthday. Bummer! Fortunately, I think I had a new mixer.
Dumb lyrics, dumb music. Not a very "cool" way to end the album.
Funny how the gender of the teacher changes.
Lyrics to "The Math Exam":
today's my birthday happy birthday myself this song is called the math exam we're singing jah jah jah we're singing jah jah with my mixer i feel it jah jah jah come on chorus, get in here and mixer up and then the math exam - ha ha ha! it was a trickly little devil, seven pages long i really used my brain to finish that test and when i was done i put my head down to rest i slept for an hour and then i awoke nothing had changed, not even a single person spoke then i looked up at mike, the guy who sits next to me and i saw he was working, still on page 3 i looked out the window, at the cloudy grey sky this class was so slow it almost made me cry it was 11:45, two hours since we began and now it was time to take up the exam then the slow pokes in the classroom wailed and cried one even pretended that she had dropped and died our teacher had the last laugh - she giggled and she jeered then mike pulled out his compass and the teacher got speared yes, there was murder in the classroom while we took our exams she was murdered by mike well i told him hey mike you behaved like a man mike! mike! you are the hero, mike! she was laughing at us, and the teacher got spiked! mike! mike! you can be our best bud! now get down on the floor, and clean up all the blood! singing now all of a sudden we heard a knock on the door had no idea what was in store i figured there was no sense in trying to hide so then i opened the door; there was nobody outside, thank god now cleaning up the body was no easy task there was blood covered her face as if it were a mask well, we put her in the corner and wiped up all the mess girls got upset when they got blood on their dresses mike and i decided that he'd better get away i told him to help; i wasn't gonna stay so we left the room, without a pass the next thing we know it we're asked where is our class the teacher was a wimp - he fell with one blow so we ran outside - it was beginning to snow we walked into town, and stayed at the mall and then i just realized we had left blood on the wall there was murder in the classroom while we took our exams she was murdered by mike i said you behaved like a man man man so i said "mike! mike! you are in trouble mike! we can get out of the state if that's what you like" and i said "mike! mike! you got to run a while you can" and then it snapped in his head - and boy - that kid ran! since mike mike mike mike mike mike mike mike the math exam
(c) 1988 Trex
Mixer Chatter
- Kim 3 track 24
- recorded: 1988-01-20
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:43
- Travis Emmitt - talking
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Gabbing about the mixer that I got for my birthday.
Lyrics to "Mixer Chatter":
[snippet from Will You Believe] wait wait wait wait don't listen to that it's gone there we go well that was the first try-out with my mixer and it wasn't such a great idea you want me to repeat the song? i'll repeat the song i wrote this during math class for my teacher it's dedicated soley to my teacher, the dimwit she is really the dimmest person i know she's really out of it, mega out of it wooh! ok i don't know how to use this mixer can you tell? no but it's an expensive thing i don't know how much it cost 50 maybe but it has all these instructions to it and i read 'em yes, i read every one of 'em and i still don't understand how to use it because i'm a dummy here's the song mike helped me write it ok
(c) 1988 Trex
The Math Exam (poem)
- Kim 3 track 25
- recorded: 1988-01-20
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 2:21
- Travis Emmitt - vocals | wrote: words
- Mike Chapman | wrote: words
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Great. We get to hear these stupid awful again!
Lyrics to "The Math Exam (poem)":
the math exam and then the math exam - ha ha ha! it was a trickly little devil, seven pages long i really used my brain to finish that test and when i was done i put my head down to rest i slept for an hour and then i awoke nothing had changed, not even a single person spoke then i looked up at mike, the guy who sits next to me and i saw he was working, still on page 3 i looked out the window, at the cloudy grey sky this class was so slow it almost made me cry it was 11:45, two hours since we began and now it was time to take up the exams then the slow pokes in the classroom they wailed and cried one even pretended that she had dropped and died our teacher had the last laugh - she giggled and she jeered then mike pulled out his compass and the teacher got speared ha ha ha ha ha ha murder in the classroom while we took our exams she was murdered by mike well he behaved like a man mike! mike! you are the hero, mike she was laughing at us, and so the teacher got spiked mike! mike! you can be our best bud now get down on the floor, and clean up all the blood! now all of a sudden we heard a knock on the door and we had no idea just what was in store i figured there was no sense in trying to hide so then i opened the door; and there was nobody outside, thank god now cleaning up the body was no easy task blood covered her face as if it were a mask well, we put her in the corner and wiped up all the mess girls got upset when they got blood on their dresses mike and i decided that he'd better get away i decided him to help him; i wasn't gonna stay so we left the room, without a pass the next thing we know we're asked where's our class the teacher was a wimp - he fell with one blow so we ran outside - it was beginning to snow we walked into town, and stayed at the mall and then i just realized we had left blood on the wall there was murder in the classroom while we took our exams she was murdered by mike he behaved like a man so i said "mike! mike! you are in trouble mike! we can get out of the state if that's what you like" and i said "mike! mike! mike mike! you got to run a while you can" and then it snapped in his head - and boy - that kid ran! mike mike mike mike you are in trouble mike you are in trouble mike this is an awful song here, listen
(c) 1988 Trex
No Star Chatter
- Kim 3 track 26
- recorded: 1988-01-20
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:23
- Travis Emmitt - talking
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Finally, it's over.
Lyrics to "No Star Chatter":
oh god that was sorry boy this has been one waste of a tape no star for this, definitely not our snow: most of it's gone how are your eleven inches? ha ha ha ok this song goes into the trash can no; none of my songs go into the trash can they just go into deep storage which is where this one is going next tape might be better i still haven't gotten your letter i'm sorry for being so stupid bye
(c) 1988 Trex