Click on the thumbnail to view a printable cd sleeve.- Title: Kim 6
- Artist: Trex
- Timespan: 1988
- Theme: tapes 10b,11,12 for Kim
- Length: 78:45
- Tracks: 17
- Lyrics: 17
- MP3s: 17 play all locally
- Rating: **½ [2.5] (1 rating) rate this album
Track List
Notes
This sixth batch of songs for my cousin Kim returns briefly to pre-written "pop" songs. They're often repetitive and annoying, but at least some of them are semi-memorable.
Songs
Bad Apple
- Kim 6 track 1
- started: 1988-0?-??
- recorded: 1988-03-03
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 14:15
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals | wrote: music, lyrics
- Kush Batra | wrote: lyrics
- Lav Batra | wrote: lyrics
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I wrote this with Kush and Lav. It's about our least favorite teacher. We recorded it at their house, but I don't know what happened to the tape. This is my solo version.
The lyrics are mean, stupid, and repetitive. I've omitted the teacher's name from this page out of sensitivity. Not that it matters. She was so unhealthily fat back then (20 years ago) that she's probably dead now.
Yep, sensitivity.
Lyrics to "Bad Apple":
this is a song that kush, lav, and i all wrote we're all born on the same day and i might be having a band with them ok, it's called miss f---- oh miss f----, she's mean her hair is never clean miss f----, she's mean her hair is never clean miss f----, she's mean her hair is never clean i hate her voice, i hate her frown it gives me the creeps when she's around miss f----, oh she's mean miss f----, so mean, hey she's fat and she's ugly her legs are short and pudgy i'm talking about miss f----, oh she's mean her hair is never clean i hate her voice, i hate her sound it gives me the creeps when she's around miss f---- give a bad apple to the teacher don't bother to take out the worm give this bad apple to miss f---- and watch that blubber mass squirm hey hey miss f----, oh she's mean her hair is never clean i hate her voice, i hate her sound she gives me the creeps when she's around miss f----, oh she's mean so mean ah, she's fat, she's ugly, woo-hoo her legs are short and pudgy miss f----, she's mean she's flab and she's flop and she's flab and she's pop if you poke her then she'll pop because she's flab and she's flop a slab of butter walking down the street mrs. f---- is someone you don't want to meet you pull out a knife to save your life but it gets buried in her belly until she's 45 miss f----, oh she's mean her hair is never clean oh miss f----, oh she's mean her hair is never clean i hate her voice, i hate her frown she gives me the creeps when she's around oh miss f----, oh she's mean it's the simplest thing i've seen, oh give a bad apple to the teacher make sure it has its worm give a bad apple to miss f---- watch that little blubber mass squirm give a bad apple to the teacher make sure it has its worm give a bad apple to miss f---- and watch that blubber mass blubber butt squirm, squirm oh watch her scream in agony pays back for what she's done to me oh she's in agony that's her destiny give a bad apple to the teacher don't bother to cut out the worm give a bad apple to miss f----, so fine watch that blubber mass squirm she's flab and she's flop poke her with a pin and watch that mother pop miss f----, oh she's mean, so mean oh miss f----, the ugliest thing you've ever seen miss f----, so mean she's the biggest thing you've seen ah-ha mrs. f----, she's so mean she's the biggest thing you've seen, ha ha i hate her face, i hate her frown it gives me the creeps when she's around mrs. f----, oh mrs. f---- jump in some jello, take a swim eat it all up and maybe, maybe you'll be thin miss f----, she's mean she's the biggest thing i've seen oh miss f----, she's mean and her hair is never clean she smells so i say give a bad apple to the teacher don't bother to cut out the worm give a bad apple to miss f----, so fine and watch that blubber mass squirm she's flab, she's flop she knows she's flab, she knows she's flop poke her with a pin and then she'll pop and give a bad apple to the teacher give a bad apple to the teacher and give a bad apple to miss f----, she's mean biggest thing you've seen mrs. f----, so fine she clears you mind mrs. f----, she smells we know where she has to go [scat] miss f----, she's mean she's the biggest thing you've seen on this side of the world miss f----, she's mean she's the biggest thing you've seen hooray for mrs. f----, so fine, singing hooray for mrs. f----, so thin, huh huh hooray for mrs. f----, so fine, ah ha hooray for mrs. f----, so f----, so f---- i tell you i give a bad apple to the teacher i will not bother to cut out the worm i give a bad apple to miss f----, so thin watch that blubber mass squirm oh bad apple to the teacher i'll cut out the worm but i'll give it to another teacher and watch that hungry girl squirm, watch that hungry girl squirm i give an apple to a teacher i don't tell about the worm guess which teacher i'm thinking about mrs. f----, she needs to squirm give a bad apple to the teacher don't bother to cut out the worm give a apple to miss f----, so thin and watch that blubber mass squirm give an apple to the teacher but this time cut out the worm give it to mister foss across the hall and watch the blubber mass squirm, yeah she'll squirm she wants the apple, i'll give her the worm i will make her squirm wooo for mrs. f----, so thin hooray for mrs. f----, so thin, hooray hooray for mrs. f----, so thin, hooray hooray for mrs. f----, so thin, hooray, singing singing miss f----, oh she's mean she's the biggest thing i've seen hooray for mrs. f---- hooray for mrs. f---- she's fat, and she knows it anyone is blind if they don't think that she shows it she's fat, she's ugly her legs and arms are short and pudgy hooray for mrs. f----, so thin hooray for mrs. f----, so thin, hey hey hooray for mrs. f----, so thin hooray for mrs. f----, so thin give a bad apple to a teacher this time take out the worm give the apple to the teacher across the hall and watch mrs. f---- squirm hooray for f----, so thin hooray for mrs. f----, so thin give an apple to a teacher don't bother to cut out the worm give the apple to miss f----, so thin and watch that blubber mass squirm get the whole thing down miss f----, so thin gobble the whole thing in one bite, miss f---- you want another one? you do, miss f----? i tell you miss f----, so thin you've got the rules you've got the rhythm you've got the rules put them together then leave our school please, miss f---- leave our school please, miss f---- that's our only rule please, miss f---- leave our school please, miss f----
(c) 1988 Trex
Tempermental Chatter
- Kim 6 track 2
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:17
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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This is interesting in that it mentions our new dog (Woodie).
Lyrics to "Tempermental Chatter":
that was some days ago like thursday or something like that all right today is monday march 7th i hope that you enjoy hear me talk as much as i enjoy hearing you talk our new dog woodie looks like jock a little bit less tempermental
(c) 1988 Trex
Honey I'm Home
- Kim 6 track 3
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 2:10
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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Western State was a nearby mental institution. This improv starts slow and then speeds up. I don't see the point of it.
Lyrics to "Honey I'm Home":
honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state hey hey hey hey honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state a big fat lady honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state honey a big fat lady walking 'round me honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state i met a big fat lady honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state honey i met a big fat lady i met a big fat blob honey i'm home, sorry i'm late but i had to see my friends at western state a big fat lady can you tell that i make the lyrics up as i go along can you tell i am making the lyrics up as i go along can you tell i make them up just as i sing the song making lyrics, my imprisation [sic] ah shhh all right that deserves a few apples thrown at me
(c) 1988 Trex
Soft Beginning
- Kim 6 track 4
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 1:09
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, talking
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If I had lyrics in my pocket, then why didn't I use them? This is an improvised instrumental. It's ok.
Lyrics to "Soft Beginning":
let's see i might have some lyrics in my pocket lyrics to some songs you want a soft beginning all right you can tell i handled that very wisely
(c) 1988 Trex
Confused
- Kim 6 track 5
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 4:02
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This does indeed sound very confused. It references angst, cultural oppression, drugs, and girls... none of which I knew anything about. Fortunately, the tape cut off before I embarassed myself too much.
Lyrics to "Confused":
[scat] when you toss your head and oh when you turn your head and oh oh no when you toss your head oh no when you turn your head oh no let's singing when you turn your head and toss your hair and then you leave me standing there i feel stranded and disbanded above all empty-handed when you toss your head when you toss your hair and then you decide to leave me standing there standing there i feel, i feel stranded and i feel, i feel disbanded above all i feel empty-handed soft in the beginning but crazy in the end that's what your heart does to you my friend, my friend friend friend friend shoot that's not right where the h-- are the lyrics i and i 1 2 3 i and i smoking weed that's a good one living in s--- conditions in kingston jamaica growing up in trenchtown my friend let's see where you are at the end what is freedom you don't freedom until it is taken away i and i smoking weed i and i getting high i and i feeling dizzy i and i feeling mighty i and i smoking weed i and i getting high i and i feeling dizzy i and i feeling mighty making this up as we go along pretty impressive for a brand new song making this up as we go along it's pretty impressive for a brand new song let's hear you do the same let's hear you call my name say: travis, travis, travis, i'm cool travis, travis, travis, so are you travis, travis, travis, i'm cool travis, travis, travis travis is your name, music is your game and girls and something that you wish for all the same oh god
(c) 1988 Trex
Confused Again
- Kim 6 track 6
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 2:01
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This is the first song on another tape, and continues "Confused". Not that we really needed to follow that train of thought. Fortunately, it's short. And the ending is kinda funny!
Lyrics to "Confused Again":
let's try again i and i and i and i and i and i i and i i and i i and i i and i smoking weed i and i getting high i and i getting dizzy i and i feeling mighty i and i smoking weed i and i getting high i and i getting dizzy i and i feeling mighty smash down the white man's wall don't bother at all smash down the black man's wall don't bother the children at all smite down the white man's wall smite down, smite down, smite down, smite down living in s--- conditions in kingston jamaica growing up in trenchtown, a neighborhood of garbage and that's all that you see to your own that doesn't rhyme but who does care that doesn't rhyme but who does care i don't really give a d--- i don't really give a d--- d--- d--- oh god, a monster
(c) 1988 Trex
Confused Chatter
- Kim 6 track 7
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:49
- Travis Emmitt - vocals
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This chatter briefly returns to the lyrics of "Confusion", a song that should rest in peace along side the "Bad Apple".
Lyrics to "Confused Chatter":
oh i'm sorry, spaz attack that's the rest of blaa man, it's terrible i actually forgot, like a dummy, the music i'm not gonna keep on talking for another 50 minutes like someone else i know i'm gonna stop the tape think of what to say and throw this paper away when you turn your head and toss your hair and then you leave me standing there i feel stranded, disbanded and above all empty-handed i feel stranded, disbanded and above all empty-handed i wrote that during math because that's the class for writing songs all right? now instead of talking like i am now just chatting, just to hear myself whine i'm gonna stop the tape and i'm gonna get back to you when i have a song prepared bye
(c) 1988 Trex
Paul's Secret
- Kim 6 track 8
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 6:30
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, french horn, cornet, percussion, vocals
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This was named after Kim's boyfriend at the time. The music is ok in the beginning. The melody is cheesy, probably ripped off from somewhere. I got bored, so I added french horn and cornet, both of which were awful. It just gets worse from there.
Lyrics to "Paul's Secret":
all right this is a song what do you want me to call it paul, i'll call it paul that's probably the one thing on your mind or the last depends on how quickly you're going through boys these days i'll call it paul's secret paul's secret, sounds kinda dippy doesn't it paul's secret all right 1 a 2 a 1 a 2 a 3 go special woo it's special hit it but you cannot tell which are mistakes and which are not hit it a little goof there all right that that stunk that was major that was stink that was trash 1 2 1 a 2 a 3 all right, all right, cut, cut, cut that was sad i should record over it but i have no ego wooh all right that was snappy now i'm gonna try it on the trumpet and a 1 a 1 here goes, sight reading a 1 a 2 a 3 this is paul's secret he's admirer of music this is paul's secret he really likes his people this is paul's secret ??? this is paul's secret he's an admirer of oh come on this is paul's secret he's admirer of music this is paul's secret he really likes his bull this is paul's secret he really likes his bulls-- this is paul's secret he really likes his music this is paul's secret admirer of, all right this is stupid, can't you tell why don't you tell me to go to heaven oh god this is dumb, i got carried away i might as well just record over all the whole business but i won't because this is candid all right oh yes, these are totally awesome jokes uh huh listen all right i want, i want something impressive i bet you could do that oh this is so dumb, it's so stupid all right you want something impressive look, please, don't make it count against me oh god it's a monster why must i play so badly but i cannot help it 'cause this is paul's secret this is paul's secret he really likes his music this is paul's secret he really likes his bull hey i could be watching macguyver what time is it?
(c) 1988 Trex
Blaming Chatter
- Kim 6 track 9
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:29
- Travis Emmitt - percussion, talking
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Blaming the listener for my missing a precious TV episode.
Lyrics to "Blaming Chatter":
8 minutes and macguyver is over, god! no it's not your fault don't put all the blame on yourself give yourself a break no one's perfect look, don't worry about it please don't worry about it do not blame yourself so much you cannot continue to blame yourself ok don't take it into your hands it's not entirely your fauly i could have call you or something like that instead of doing this listen don't be too embarrassed don't be too mad at yourself
(c) 1988 Trex
Stupid Cherries
- Kim 6 track 10
- recorded: 1988-03-07
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 4:08
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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I was getting frustrated and annoyed. And annoying. Love those rolled Rs, though!
Lyrics to "Stupid Cherries":
i want to hit something but there's nothing to hit life is one big bowl of cherries to go 'round do you like the comparison or do you think it is true life is one bowl of cherries you go around do you think that it's true or is it okay oh come on get it right, oh please please i'm down on my knees please please i'm down on my knees life is one big bowl of cherries just go around do you think life is one big bowl of cheeries to go around to go around life ?? around if you call this music then you better get a hearing aid they call [scat] sing me some french french [fake french] is better than this no competition life is one big bowl of cherries to go around [scat] life is one big bowl of cherries to go around if you like that comparison then you just frown can you tell i am making this up as i go along and can you tell i didn't write this down and neither did i ??? stupid just stupid this is stupid, stupid, stupid stupid sing me some french say oh [scat] so stupid so stupid so stupid
(c) 1988 Trex
Scary
- Kim 6 track 11
- started: 1988-03-09
- recorded: 1988-03-10
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 10:57
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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I think I recorded this when other people were over visiting my parents. I was trying to be quiet, at least in the first part. I think I was afraid people could hear me singing. The second part, which starts immediately after the first verse, is from a few minutes or hours later, after people left.
The music is okay. It's long and semi-cheesy, with lots of solos. It has a semi-decent vibe, but is very repetitive. Kinda par for this era.
My favorite part is when the verse kicks in and the rhythm seems to double-time. Cool. The song's energy really picks up at that point. But as soon as the verse is over, it quickly slows down again, which is a letdown.
Lyrics to "Scary":
it's march 10th this one is called scary it's so scary don't frighten the ladies but it's so scary i'm petrified, i'm scared to death i felt the touch of the devil's breath i'm, i'm so scared that i could cry i need help before i die i'm petrified, i'm scared to death i felt the touch of the devil's breath i'm so scared that i could die i need help before i die i'm petrified i'm petrified, i'm scared to death i felt like ??? [scat] a 1 2 3 4 i'm petrified, i'm scared to death i felt the touch of the devil's breath i'm so scared that i could cry i need help before i die i am petrified, i'm scared to death i felt the touch of the devil's breath i'm so scared that i could cry i need help before i die i'm scared i'm scared it's so scary don't frighten the ladies don't alert the ones it's scary don't frighten the mistresses don't cause a commotion it's scary don't tell the ladies it's scary don't tell the young ones oh it's scary don't tell the ladies it's so scary do not alert them 1 2 3 4 i am petrified, i'm scared to death i felt the touch of the devil's breath i'm so scared that i could cry i need help before i die all right all right enough is enough the song's almost over anyways and it's so stupid that it's not it's not worth recording more ok so i'm recording over, saying goodbye
(c) 1988 Trex
Solo Posse
- Kim 6 track 12
- recorded: 1988-03-16
- location: Charlottesville
- other names: I am the Posse, Mon
- length: 9:31
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This is long and boring, with very painful singing. I guess I can get away with whatever I want if I am the boss. :)
Lyrics to "Solo Posse":
all right, this one has no name yet and i - let me just play it like the lion roars like the tiger screams like the animals in my farthest dreams tell me what's important and i'll do that for a while tell me what is not and i will leave you with a smile just tell me what to do for me to make it up to you just tell me what to do so i can carry it on through i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, and the lyrics be by me like the lion roars like the tiger screams like the animals in my farthest dreams you've got to tell me what's important; i'll do that for a while and tell me what is not so i can leave with a smile just tell me what to do for me to make it up to you just tell me what to do so i can carry it on through i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, and the lyrics be by me i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, and the lyrics, the lyrics like the lion roars like the tiger screams like the animals in my farthest dreams tell me what's important and i'll do that for a while tell me what is not and i will leave you with a smile tell me what to do for me to make it up to you just tell me what to do so i can carry it on through i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, and the lyrics be by me i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, the lyrics be by me solo posse that's means me bossy in my solo posse that's means me bossy the solo posse that's means i am the bossy in my solo posse that's means i am the bossy i am the posse, mon, there ain't no one but me i write the music, mon, and the lyrics be by me solo posse, mon that means me bossy solo posse that means me bossy solo posse that means me bossy i'm in a solo posse i am the bossy i am the bossy in my solo posse i am the bossy in my solo posse like the lion roars like the tiger screams like all the animals in my farthest dreams you got tell me what's important and i'll do that for a while tell me what is not and i will leave you for a smile tell me what to do for me to make it up to you just tell me what to do so i can carry it on through solo posse, solo posse, so i am the bossy solo posse i am the bossy in my solo posse i am the posse bossy i
(c) 1988 Trex
Reiterating Chatter
- Kim 6 track 13
- recorded: 1988-03-16
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 1:11
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, talking
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Chatting about the previous songs.
Lyrics to "Reiterating Chatter":
the first one's called solo posse and if you don't know what that means then you're gonna think it's an odd word it's a group of musicians, ok? i could say band, solo band but it doesn't rhyme it's the group it's the list of the people that are in it all right? so facial, facial oh yeah, the name of my group is called face ok this next song i haven't written yet i always say that sort of reiterates i reiterate, reiterate, reiterate i reiterate that, i repeat it, over and over that was one of my vocabulary words see i've got to write some music to that and then i'll play it for you all right ok, march 16 1988 3 tapes, woah actually some of those are good one thing let me go revive confession rustic cemetary flowers bad apple blab paul's secret scary and then the next thing is solo posse and then the next one, i'm gonna call it face that's gonna be my title song and it better be good 'cause i don't want a title song that sounds like it was written by a 14 or 15 year old
(c) 1988 Trex
Face
- Kim 6 track 14
- recorded: 1988-03-16
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 13:00
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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So much for an impressive "title song". This is long and annoying, with horrid singing. The chord progression is cliche, and there are lots of stops and starts. Yuck. When the tape finally cuts off, it's a relief.
Also, the band name "Face" didn't stick. To be honest, when I heard this again in 2008, I had completely forgotten that I ever consided "Face" as a band name.
Lyrics to "Face":
all right face this is a very sad song i mean sad as in ha ha ha there are four versions of the song i sing and all four versions spell the same thing the face, face my name how i picked it - that's my game we are face we are face we win the race we trash the place we are never disgraced we are face we win the race we trash the place we are never disgraced fools act crazy everywhere that's version number 1; it's fair fine ale can endure is 2 face is hot and we know brew five alleys called eternity the worst yet - that is version 3 and version 4, the very last from a cutting edge, that is the best from a cutting edge hit it fools act crazy everywhere that's version number 1; it's fair fine ale can endure is 2 and face is hot and we want brew five alleys called eternity that's the worst yet - that is version 3 and version 4, the very last one from a cutting edge, that is the best from a cutting edge, that is the best from a cutting edge from a cutting edge wooh [scat] fools act crazy everywhere that's version number 1; it's fair fine ale can endure that's 2 and face is hot and we want brew five alleys called eternity the worst yet - that is version 3 and version 4, the very last from a cutting edge, that is the best from a cutting edge 1 2, hit it, hit it fools act crazy everywhere that's version number 1 cut that was terrible that was sad look, i had - cut awful that was terrible that was sad i messed that up and i messed it up with finesse i messed up the song my lyrics were wrong the song was too long it could have been written by a ding dong, ding dong... maybe it was my voice maybe the song was a bad choice maybe it was the music maybe i need a new keyboard cut so silly, so silly, so [scat] [scat] this is silly this is nothing it's so stupid, it's idiotic and it's just so dumb don't you hear me when i say cut get your ??? that was all right, all right, all right, all right [scat] oh boy i hope you forget this song real quick fools act crazy everywhere that's version number 1; it's fair fine ale can endure that's 2 and face is hot and we love you [scat] ew all right, i just had to get that out of my system
(c) 1988 Trex
Swing Party
- Kim 6 track 15
- recorded: 1988-03-16
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 5:02
- Travis Emmitt - Casio CT-310, vocals
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This is mostly improvised. It's not very cool, except the "knock knock knock" part at end, which is kinda catchy. The lyrics are fictional.
Lyrics to "Swing Party":
i'm in the mood for swing and i've got to sing [scat] and i've got to sing all right, everybody out there come and join the party tonight come and bring a party pleaser we're gonna rock out tonight come and bring a partner we'll dance the disco all night long come and bring a bowl of punch and then we'll dance to our own song come into the party do what you want to i don't care what you're up to just keep it clean come to my party you can do what you want to i don't care what you're up to just keep it clean come you've got to come to my party you've got to see what it's like you've got to live the experience of coming to my party tonight of coming to my party tonight of coming to my party tonight you've got to come to my party you've got to see what it's like you've got to have the experience come to my party tonight come to my party tonight you've got to come to my party tonight now i've got to eat an embarrassing little beat it happens all the time i was stuck in the middle of rhyme and my dad goes knock knock knock knock on the door he says you better get out here, i'm not gonna shout anymore knock knock knock knock on the door he says you better get out here, i'm gonna not shout anymore come have dinner, son, get your dinner or you'll grow to be a wimp like your dear old mom come get your dinner, son, come get your dinner or you're gonna be a wimp like your dear old mom i said, hey dad, she may be a wimp to you but hey dad, let's see you do that many push ups hey dad, she may seem a wimp to you but why did you marry her in the first place knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, i'm not gonna shout anymore knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, i'm not gonna shout anymore knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, i'm not gonna shout anymore knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, i'm not gonna shout anymore i said, hey dad, i'll there in a second hey dad, don't rush me with my singing hey dad, i'll be out there in a second hey hey dad, my ears are ringing, oh knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, not gonna shout anymore knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, not gonna shout anymore with a knock knock knock knock on the door he said you better get out here, not gonna shout anymore so i did
(c) 1988 Trex
Cloudy Chatter
- Kim 6 track 16
- recorded: 1988-03-19
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 0:59
- Travis Emmitt - talking
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Silly, recorded at my last day of work at Little Caesar's. It's kinda funny when Jessica starts shrieking in the background.
Lyrics to "Cloudy Chatter":
my life is as cloudy as my fish tank and my fish are almost dead today is march 19th oh this is saturday, saturday night all right, i was at my friends' house, kush and lav i just played at their house so i'm setting all the stuff back up i brought my keyboard over and my recording business why are all these disgustingly - those are disgusting clothes i don't want to see them somebody put disgusting clothes in my closet but anyways so i'm setting everything back up jessica's having some fun can you hear in the background not very subtle is she can you hear here can you hear me better? anyways, so today was my last day at work finally those people were getting on my nerves pretty god [spit] quick get that? god [spit] quick give that to god [spit] kick ha ha ha ha ha all right i'm gonna play guitar for you
(c) 1988 Trex
Little Caesar's Guitar
- Kim 6 track 17
- recorded: 1988-03-19
- location: Charlottesville
- length: 2:15
- Travis Emmitt - acoustic guitar, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
Yuckies. I recorded this on my last day of work at Little Caesar's. I had just gotten back from a practice with Kush and Lav, who had an electric bass and guitar. They were pretty sloppy, and I wanted to see if I could do any better. Hmm.
Lyrics to "Little Caesar's Guitar":
all right at last, something worse than sewer guitar it's called little caesar's guitar all right, yeah, let's give a hand for that
(c) 1988 Trex