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  • Title: Wino Three Girls
  • Artist: Trex
  • Timespan: 1989
  • Theme: raps with josh and other weird stuff
  • Length: 78:09
  • Tracks: 22
  • Lyrics: 17
  • MP3s: 21 play all locally
  • Rating: rate this album

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 Take a Break lyrics 0:02 download listen locally - 1989-01-??
2 Song With No Lyrics lyrics 4:52 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
3 Bad Point lyrics 6:06 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
4 Spanish Talking lyrics 1:08 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
5 I Do Care lyrics 7:27 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
6 IV Filler lyrics 1:30 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
7 HN Filler - 7:29 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
8 Tunes from the Bottle (demo) lyrics 3:24 download listen locally - 1989-04-11
9 Talking About Tunes lyrics 0:14 download listen locally - 1989-04-11
10 Sucking Helium lyrics 1:58 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
11 Schnell (demo) - 2:25 download listen locally - 1989-06-??
12 Maybe (demo) lyrics 3:36 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
13 Are You Gonna lyrics 4:17 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
14 Pretty Piano - 2:22 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
15 Introducing Josh lyrics 1:24 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
16 Josh's Rap lyrics 4:07 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
17 Josh's Blues lyrics 1:03 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
18 We Know Three Girls lyrics 3:32 - - - 1989-??-??
19 Empty Funk Take 1 - 3:52 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
20 Empty Funk Take 2 - 6:52 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
21 Herbie Wake Up lyrics 7:59 download listen locally - 1989-??-??
22 Sarah Kemble Knight lyrics 2:30 download listen locally - 1989-0?-??
Total 78:09 play all locally album rating:

Notes

This collection of songs is a lot looser than Five Dollar Drummer. It introduces real drums, and includes a little bit of everything else up until now: keyboard, piano, percussion, guitar, cornet, mellophone, vocals, and talking. It even has guest appearances by my sister Jessica and my friend Josh. Yes, lots of noises. Lots of noise.

The lyrics are all over the place too. Attempts at Spanish, stuff for school ("I Do Care" and "Sarah Kemble Knight"), musical letters to friends ("Maybe", "Are You Gonna"), and the weird "Herbie Wake Up", which features surreal writing from an unknown author.

The title is a "clever" reference to "We Know Three Girls" and the wino in "Tunes from the Bottle". Hmm.

Some of my notes say that these songs were recorded during 1988 and 1989. Others say that the preceding album ended in early 1989. This seems to rule out 1988, unless I assembled the tapes out of order, which is unlikely. I'll assume for now that Wino Three Girls was recorded entirely in 1989. Not that anyone cares!

Songs

Take a Break

This was my first admission of exhaustion. I think I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of the end of Five Dollar Drummer. I wanted to slow things down a bit, get loose and experimental.

This was probably recorded in January 1989, during or shortly after the final Five Dollar Drummer sessions.

Lyrics to "Take a Break":

well i must take a break now
  

Song With No Lyrics

Cheesy chord progression, out of tune synths, repeated dropouts in one ear, clumbsy cornet playing...

What a lame way to start the followup album to Five Dollar Drummer, which was my favorite bunch of recordings so far.

Lyrics to "Song With No Lyrics":

this is a song with no lyrics
song with no lyrics
  

Bad Point

Wow, not much quality control here. This is very, very loose. It's funny at times, and almost catchy. Almost. Okay, to be honest, it's a mess. Sorry.

Lyrics to "Bad Point":

ready?
  testing oh testing oh testing
wake up
now it is time for another
  oh no, not another
  ready
oh great
  hey wake up
he's making us listen to this
oh, keyboard's turned off, sorry
so unfair
  there we go, ready

it sounds bad
it sounds unacceptably bad

you wanna think about it again
  it's so unexpectedly bad

you wanna think about it again
  unexpectedly bad

think twice
think twice
think twice
think twice

think twice
hit it
hit it
you know better to disobey me
so just hit it

make it sound peppy

hey
  i'm singing
you gotta
  i'm trying to talk
you gott think twice
  i'm trying to talk

hey there's a point i wanna get across
hey there's a point that i wanna get across
but i have no idea where it is
i can't seem to locate it

hey there's a point i wanna get across
certainly there's a point
i don't know where it is

  ooohh
that wasn't me singing
  yeah
that was, that was the keyboard getting...
that was, that was the microphone getting too close to the speaker

but there's a point that i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
there's a point i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
a point that i wanna get across but i don't know where it is

a point that i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
a point that i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
there's a point that i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
there's a point i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
  we don't have to stand for this

there's a point i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
  bad note wrong ???
there's a point i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
  yeah, we know better than to stand for something that stupid

there's a point i wanna get across but i don't know where it is
i don't know how to find it and if i even did
then i'd, i'd try to get it across but i don't think i'd make it
because i have trouble communicating over a stupid little dictaphone

yeah yeah, we know better than to stand for something that stupid
yeah yeah, we know better than to stand for something that stupid
yeah yeah, we know better than to stand for something that stupid
yeah yeah, we know better than to stand for something that stupid

we know better than to stand for something that stupid
we know better than to stand for... oh i missed my queue

you gotta think twice
you gotta think three times

i don't know why i say that; this is just the first time
maybe i'll have some lyrics on the next recording, maybe or maybe not
  probably not
it's possible, it's very possible, almost probable
  no, doubtably
not negitable
  yes it is
i'm not skeptical, not skeptical
i'm not pessimistic, i'm more like optimistic
  right
i don't really care about what i say on this first recording
  that's the problem
because the mixer's so bad that it just likes, it likes...
  you talk so much
the second recording is much louder
  you talk so much
it's like there's more ??? on the first recording anyways

maybe ??? damage
  you talk so much
i'm gonna record it three times
  you talk so much

there's no room for me and i'm saying this to you
so this isn't the last song
not even close to the last song
the last song was pitiful
it was pretty bad
  it was horribly bad

and i should have been left in the garbage can outside
  repulsive
  i'm hitting wrong notes if you don't notice

how many times must i say this?
i don't really care what i put on the first side
because it doesn't matter
because it's not the first side anyways
it's the first recording and anyways
the second recording is much louder
  you're hogging the tape
??? the stupid mixer and the stupid dictaphone
  you're hogging the tape
??? big button ??? was pretty good man
  let me have the microphone
some ??? pretty good but most of the time they're pretty bad
  gimme the microphone
well not really ???
  gimme the microphone
??? pretty bad and ??? pretty bad ???
  gimme the microphone
??? and my mind and make me real mad ???
  i want the microphone
and then i ???
i'm not even hitting the right notes
i'm not even singing man
and i'm not even rapping
this is just talking
  just quiet, man
it's jibberish, jittering ???
  hold your mouth shut
(babbling)
  you need some tape?

ooh
okay time for the a capello
a capello
this is, this is the
  ooooooh

(scat)
  

Spanish Talking

Babbling in (horrible) Spanish. I've kept the bad pronounciations in there. For your snickering pleasure.

Lyrics to "Spanish Talking":

hola, pabla es espion?
  oh well, there's my spanish

habla espanol?
  si

coma de llamas?
como de llamas?
  me llamo travis
  y tu?
me llamo travis

eres di mexico?
  no no
  eres de charlottesville
  charlottesville
  boy, what a spanish accent

eres di charlottesville?
  si

eres di franklin?
  oh gee wiz that's french, not spanish, shut up

end of spanish class
travis, you're kicked out
  all right, fine, who cares?
  no one does
  

I Do Care

Most of the lyrics were taken directly from a sequel I wrote to The Good Earth, which is a book we read for English class. I messed up the lyrics many times. The underlying music never changes key or rhythm until 5:28, when the song turns into a chaotic synth improv. Weird.

For some reason, this song has an "epic" feel to it. Despite the monotony and sloppiness, I kinda like it.

Lyrics to "I Do Care":

you know what i'm gonna do?
i'm gonna punish you guys
i'm gonna play a song
yeah, it's part of a story i wrote
here it goes
  here it goes
  wipe out

mahr lived a while longer
when he was about 95 he married nao maes
who was the granddaughter of wang lung's youngest girl
  youngest girl
mahr died while nao was pregnant with his son, abargra
who grew up to be just another commie
  abargra, abargra
thus, the grand house of chang was dissolved into this new system
  wang, not chang, wang
only one piece of literature accounting for the lives
revolving around wang lung and o-lan remains
it is written by mahr koos himself, and reads as following:

i tell you that i'm leaving and you start to cry
but my mind is made up; the decision is mine
i'm going on a journey before i die
i'm seeking out a man who is willing to try (yeah)

his name is kung hang; he's a big city boss
he's related to his father and steady as a horse
money is no problem; it's clearly his to toss
but the problem of the matter is he's easy to cross

got the temper of a tiger and the power of a bear
it's good to stay his friend, though even these are rare
so when the land turned commie, and he found he lost his share
his mind it just exploded; no, he thought it wasn't fair

kung hang got arrested, tortured, and then shot (yeah)
but somehow he survived it and lives to make a plot
he plans to overthrow this govornmental blot
and isn't quite content on his little modest lot

i plan to team with kung hang and try and run a coup
we'll try and get some people to help our plan through
twig wing, you're my friend; i've had fun knowing you
but now you're in your grave; this is for me to do

i know you'll want excitement, the blood runs and the gore
but buddy, try to tell me just what we're fighting for
violence is out; we're wanting peace the more
if it needs the bloodshed, then i guess that is the door

good bye, twig wing, my good friend; i hope you rest in peace
  (rest in peace)
boy, i wish that they could; we'd settle this in ease
  (ease ease ease)

maybe they are wiser; maybe i see wrong
your life isn't wasted; you fought so very long
good bye, twig wing, my good friend; i hope you rest in peace
boy, i wish that they could; we'd settle this in ease

maybe they are wiser; maybe i see wrong
your life isn't wasted; you fought so very long
good bye, twig wing, my good friend; i hope you rest in peace
boy, i wish that they could; we'd settle this in ease

but maybe they are wiser; maybe i see wrong
your life isn't wasted; you fought so very long
good bye, twig wing, my good friend; i hope you rest in peace
boy, i wish that they could; we'd settle this in ease

but maybe they are wiser; maybe i see wrong
your life isn't wasted; you fought so very long
good bye, twig wing, my good friend; i hope you rest in peace

i tell you that i'm leaving and you start to cry
but my mind is made up; the decision is mine
i'm going on a journey before i die
to seek jah, my god so high

so let me go, let me go, let me, let me go talk with jah
let me go, let me go, let me cleanse my soul
let me go, let me go, let me, let me go talk with jah
let me go, let me go, let me, let me cleanse my soul

cleanse, cleanse, cleanse my soul
cleanse, cleanse, cleanse my soul
cleanse, cleanse, cleanse my soul
  

IV Filler

This is a short, slow instrumental filler. It's kinda boring. I got bored while I was recording it, and ended it abruptly.

I think the title refers to filling an IV. Hmm.

Lyrics to "IV Filler":

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
oh
hit it

uh, i think we should erase all that
  

HN Filler

This sounds like martial music. It has a decent melody. I don't remember why I called it "HN Filler". What's the "HN" mean???

Tunes from the Bottle (demo)

This was my solo version of "Tunes from the Bottle", which I also recorded with IPECAC (on Fake Reverb 2. Usually, my versions were demos which preceded the IPECAC recordings, but my notes suggest the opposite for this one.

It's an okay song. This version is just piano and vocals. It really sounds like a demo, doesn't it? Hmm.

Lyrics to "Tunes from the Bottle (demo)":

VERSE:
  i was walking home late one evening
  stumbled on a dead man lying in the gutter
  his face was gaunt; he had died of hunger
  stuck in his hand was an empty bottle

CHORUS:
  there was a man, a man and his bottle
  they shared their emptiness, shared their sorrows
  now I see that dead man's bottle
  songs of sorrow, tunes from the bottle

  was a dead man, a man and his bottle
  shared their emptiness, shared their sorrows
  now I see that dead man's bottle
  songs of sorrow, tunes from the bottle

VERSE:
  it tells the story of a middle-class man
  who had potential but no ambition
  he quit his job and picked up gambling
  found success in acquisition

CHORUS:
  there was a man, a man and his bottle
  they shared their secrets, shared their sorrows
  now I hold that dead man's bottle
  i hear songs of sorrow, tunes from the bottle
  songs of sorrow, tunes from the bottle
  songs of sorrow, tunes from the bottle

VERSE:
  on new year's eve he got so wasted,
  bet all he owned on twenty-one
  would have been rich if his luck persisted
  but he pushed too far - the dealer won
  he pushed too far - the dealer won

VERSE:
  eventually, he turned to drinking
  drink to escape, drink to forget
  the rest of his life he slept with his bottle
  he died in his sleep, choked with regret

CHORUS:
  there was a man, a man and his bottle
  they shared their dreams, shared their sorrows
  all he had was his empty bottle
  all i have is this empty bottle
  

Talking About Tunes

I was talking about "Tunes from the Bottle".

Lyrics to "Talking About Tunes":

tunes from the bottle
travis emmitt
recorded on march, uh, april 11th 1989
that was about take 15 or so
i'm gonna see how it sounds
um, it featured travis on piano, travis on vocals, and travis on mellophone
  

Sucking Helium

Somehow Jessica and I acquired some helium-filled balloons. Dorkiness ensues.

Lyrics to "Sucking Helium":

jess:
  wait, hold on
  maybe i can get back to --
  i can't get back to normal
  i can't --
  i can't get back --

trav:
  hi, i'm kim snell
  i'm slowly getting --

jess:
  no, i'm kim snell

trav:
  i'm slowly getting back to --

jess:
  i'm just talking normally
  but it doesn't work because my voice chords are frozen
  frozen

trav:
  hi, my name is travis

jess:
  oh, that was the last ???
  and that didn't work because i'm talking
  and i'm gonna wait until my voice gets totally back to normal
  is it back yet?
  it is back?
  is it back?
  is it back?

trav:
  hi

jess:
  is this normal?
  is this normal?

trav:
  i've gotta inhale a lot
  this one is gonna be awesome
  hi!!!!
  hi, my name is travis emmitt and i'm really cool
  and i'm slowly getting back to normal
  hi, i'm still slowly getting back to normal

jess:
  okay

trav:
  it's almost gone
  sorry to interrupt that wonderful music
  but here is jessica talking like a chipmunk
  she's shy
  here she is

jess:
  hello, do i sound --

trav:
  um

jess:
  i don't suond any different do i?
  do i?

trav:
  that's jessica sounding like a chipmunk
  normally her voice sounds like: "hi, my name is jessica"
  someone's at the door
  more!

jess:
  do i sound different now?

trav:
  you did for a second
  take a lot
  no, look, cut it, no
  that was so dumb
  oh come on!
  you're like half retarded

jess:
  ???

trav:
  here she goes
  airhead

jess:
  i don't sound any --
  oh, my goodness, i do
  oh hold on
  let me breathe in
  there ???

trav:
  uh ??? frustrated ???

jess:
  i don't sound any different because

trav:
  talk normal

jess:
  i let half the air out into the open um
  hi, and now i'm getting --
  slowly getting back to normal
  ???
  but my gosh this is lasting longer than i expected
  i think it --

trav:
  i hate to burst your bubble but
  ok next one...
  

Schnell (demo)

Around this time, I started playing with the Anchovies. We often practiced in my parents' basement. Whenever Anand or Allen left the drums overnight, I'd inevitably gravitate towards them.

This is my solo version of "Schnell", which I also recorded with IPECAC (on Fake Reverb 2). The date of the IPECAC recording is 1989-06-09, so I'm guessing this was recorded around that time.

Maybe (demo)

This is my original version of "Maybe", which I recorded with IPECAC and then later as Tripecac.

This version includes horribly out of tune singing, excruciatingly bad guitar playing, and cheesy keyboard drums. Enjoy!

Lyrics to "Maybe (demo)":

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

VERSE:
  i mail you letters, you mail me not
  now how much patience have i got?
  i'm writing every single night
  it's just not right

TRANSITION:
  i pray and hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

VERSE:
  you say you're too busy to write to me
  now that's one thing i cannot believe
  i probably have as much free time as you
  and i've sent you 300 pages

TRANSITION:
  i pray and i hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back
  maybe, maybe someday, kimmi, you'll write me back

BRIDGE:
  i send you all these notes
  and what do you do?
  you don't even write me back
  what's happening with you?

  maybe

VERSE:
  every day when i get home from school
  i'm looking around for a letter from you
  and even after seven months have passed
  i'd think you'd write me at last

TRANSITION:
  i pray and i hope against hope
  that you will write me
  oh i know it's been a long time
  but still i trust that

CHORUS:
  maybe
  

Are You Gonna

Guitar, drums, and vocals, all in one song??? Yikes! And check out that drum solo in the bridge! Well, what I lack(ed) in talent I made up for in enthusiasm.

I wrote and recorded this for Allen Foster. I guess he was contemplating breaking up with a girlfriend (which he probably did).

Lyrics to "Are You Gonna":

ok allen, here is a song for you from me
ready go
live, sorta
1 2 3 4
here we go 1 2

are you gonna
are you gonna break up with her?
are you gonna
are you gonna break up with her?

it's all your choice
i'm just curious

are you gonna break up with her?  hey!
are you gonna break up with her?  hey!
are you gonna break up with her?
it's all your choice

it's all your choice
you can keep it to yourself if you care to

are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!

ahh!
ahh!
ahh!
ahh!
ahh!

wipeout
ow

hey

are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!

are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her? hey!

are you gonna break up with her? hey!
are you gonna break up with her?
are you gonna break up with her?
with her?

it's your choice
  

Pretty Piano

This is a sloppy but melodic piano ditty that I never got around to recording with IPECAC or the Anchovies. It's horribly executed, but there are some neat ideas in there.

Introducing Josh

One day my friend Josh Hutter came over and we recorded some improvs. This is our immature introduction to the music.

Lyrics to "Introducing Josh":

josh:
  hello
  this is josh and --

trav:
  that was josh

josh:
  and this is travis

trav:
  hey

josh:
  how're you doing?
  i'm from travis' special ed class
  i'm spending the night
  i can do rap

trav:
  go ahead

josh:
  (beat box)
  that was my rob bass imitation
  huh huh

trav:
  josh is extremely intelligent
  unfortunately he doesn't show it

josh:
  i'm intelligent
  and i don't show it

trav:
  'cause he's not sure of his sexuality

josh:
  i think you're right
  'cause i'm not even sure what it means
  (snorting)

trav:
  we can take the headphones off for that one
  here we go

josh:
  a real live one
  that was good
  okay travis
  do some singing for us

trav:
  ok, i need my hat
  hold on

josh:
  ok

trav:
  i can put in the keyboard so you can sing along
  we can play a rap on the keyboard
  wanna rap?
  

Josh's Rap

We immediately segued into this rap improv. For music I fell back on IPECAC's "Repetitive Rap" (from Catharsis). Josh and I then adlibbed rap vocals on top. It's pretty sad.

I don't remember who "Chris" is.

Lyrics to "Josh's Rap":

trav:
  ok here we go

josh:
  ok this is rap
  i'm ???
  wait
  what's up
  you messin' on my turf
  you watch out
  i'm gonna cut you up
  i'm big, i'm bad, i got gold chains

  i have no singing abilities
  so i just talk
  and make rhymes
  i think i'm bad
  because i've got gold and girls and fur coat and a car
  yeah

  i'm bad
  i'm better than any rapper or mc
  i'm bad
  word
  know what i'm saying
  oh holmes
  let's get down
  go travis go

  this is my bad dj trav
  the m

  uh
  i got ???
  i'm too stupid
  i didn't make it through high school
  so i'm just singing this song
  i'm making more than most people do who have an education
  so i think my song is through

trav:
  ok
  chris is a nerd

josh:
  chris is a nerd
  word up

trav:
  chris is a geek

josh:
  word up
  chris is a geek

trav:
  and chris is a fairy

josh:
  word up man
  you got it
  chris is a fairy

trav:
  ok together now
  nerd
  chris is a nerd

josh:
  nerd nerd nerd

trav:
  chris is a geek

josh:
  geek geek

trav:
  chris is a fairy

josh:
  fairy fairy fairy

trav:
  so what does that make us?

both:
  chris is a bad
  ?? is a nerd
  is fairy gay
  cool we're..
  chris is a nede
  geek fairy  gay
  we're [scream]

trav:
  chris is so cool admire

josh:
  he can play play too tennis

trav:
  but josh inspires him

josh:
  'cause i'm an idol

trav:
  yeah, and what am i?

josh:
  travis is just bad

trav:
  i'm just bad
  hit it

josh:
  (beatbox)

trav:
  and here's josh
  the beatbox

trav:
  all right, let's sing it again

both:
  chris is a nerd
  chris is a geek (geek)
  and chris is a fairy (fairy)

  chris is a nerd, a geek, and a fairy
  and who does he admire?
  josh, josh
  

Josh's Blues

Josh was tired of rapping, so we switched to blues. I couldn't find a decent chord. Not that it mattered; this just didn't get off the ground.

Lyrics to "Josh's Blues":

josh:
  ok that's enough rap
  i think we'll have to do some bruce hornsby job

trav:
  slow rock stuff?

josh:
  yeah
  (scat)

trav:
  i'll find it, i'll find it

josh:
  travis is working on it

  i said my name is trav
  i was born in harlem
  i sing the blues like no one can
  i play guitar
  i play the drums
  oh what i need is that piano
  wooh!
  you got it baby now

trav:
  that just isn't working

josh:
  i like rap better
  

We Know Three Girls

Josh got on the keyboard. I made up a rap about some girls we both knew. Mmm.

Note: For Josh's sake, I'll probably have to censor this before uploading the mp3.

Lyrics to "We Know Three Girls":

josh:
  travis, you rap this time

trav:
  i don't know how to rap
  ok, i'll try though

josh:
  sure i'll do, i'll do --
  i'll do the bass line

trav:
  you have to have a sense of rhythm
  1 2 3 4

  we know 3 girls
  they're really kinda pretty
  guess who they are
  [censored]
  wait okay

  ok that's good

  we know 3 girls
  they're really kinda pretty
  and who are they are?
  [censored]

  god, that's hard!

  and here's josh with the same verse
  together now

josh:
  what's the verse?

trav:
  we know 3 girls
  they're really kinda pretty
  and who are they?
  [censored]

josh:
  who?

both:
  [censored]

  we know 3 girls
  they're really kinda pretty
  and who are these girls?
  [censored]

trav:
  yeah

both:
  (beatbox)

trav:
  josh on keyboard
  josh on keyboard
  1 2 3 4

  we know 3 girls
  we know their names
  but we don't remember them
  they look all the same

  their names are [censored]
  we really ??? we really kind gory
  when they're not ???

  all right
  and then you got someone like ingrid
  and here's ingrid's rap

  (scat)

trav:
  all right this is ???

josh:
  (scat)
  

Empty Funk Take 1

This is a repetitive funk groove. Initially it sounds like a nice, focused antidote after the disorderly songs with Josh. However, it soon gets boring. In the end, we file it under "forgettable".

In a way, this resembles the progression of my music in general. I guess all musicians feel the same "smoothing out" of their music. Except Julian Cope, who gets rougher ever year. And The Fall... Gotta love The Fall.

Empty Funk Take 2

Here's a second stab at the groove in "Funk 1". It's longer and sloppier than the first take. Why oh why did I even bother???

Herbie Wake Up

This is the weird climax to the album (Wino Three Girls). I was reading something, but I have no idea what. The lyrics are so surreal that I'm thinking they came from one of the Anchovies (Luke and Anand wrote surreal stories, but Jon wrote lyrics, and Allen is mentioned in the lyrics). Well, I certanly didn't make this stuff up.

The bass line is from IPECAC's "How Ya Is'n".

Lyrics to "Herbie Wake Up":

hey
how ya doing out there

hey hey
hey hey
hey hey

herbie woke up one sunday morning
he tried to feed the dogs
but stared at the refrigerator a good hard noisome clump which hurt his head

seconds later, albuquerquie exploded in a vast array of faded cheese
which dwarfed dead way asilently to the sound of giant nightlife

illinois woke up with a bloody can of campbells cream of vegetable face
and the karate grass waved at the fading sky
luke had died

anand ajgaonkar choked up the retarded llama and the third place trophy
while all night gorillas tore up aunt levy's sweat socks

oh baby
pass me
you growing fist and hyper kids

ma'am
oh ma'am
oh ma'am i crave a turtle and an interface

7 divided evenly into 3
was the same big broccoli
and he and she became instruments of all the smiling cardboarded tapioca
your sister drank and dreaded my mother hated flash floods
but standing tall creamy ugly past wore their first sluice

oh baby
pass me your growing fist and hyper kids
oh
i really crave a turtle and an interface

now it's time for the bridge

ridicule at thanksgiving
will you patronize the time
socks of turtle's ash
mockingbirds drown
sisters ???
swinging cry apple to ignesium november

keyboard solo

killing hussies one by one
grilling juniors in mayonaise
laughing cloisters in swaziland
treeless scalps of tabbycats

hide you haughty children from the evil mouths of greg
as he and she became instruments of the smiling cardboarded tapioca of the world

oh baby
pass me your swelling fist and hyper kids
love, i relish and crave a turtle and an interface
life's drinking

now it's time for "give me territory"
by allen foster as well

1

my mother told my father
to watch out for the yetis
my father told my daughter
to try on the shirt please

my sister died this morning
she fell one thousand meters
in the largest vat of vodka
the world has ever seen

oh no
don't throw up
yes, dad light me a candle
from my thesaurus

don't go
don't leave me here in my underwear
don't tell my mother
what i did to her parrot

when it called me a harlot
just because i tried to wash my hair with it
so I can get on tv
just this once
man the pirates ???
several million copies
of their sheep-brained lamb hackles

p.s. i really liked your fancy jaguar
with rocky road
don't eat my loops

man that verse was bad
terrible and inconistent
and almost obligatory
with its several ill-webbed secret interests

somebody forgot to take out the mail this morning
my sister had to do it
and she drowned in the world's largest vat of vodka

keyboard solo

mocking you dream
luke ??? the carpet
told ??? with me now
don't read every single thing

oh no again baby
listen to the chorus
as i sing it again
just for you, honey

oh no, don't throw up
yes, dad light me a candle
from my thesaurus

no don't you go
leave me here
don't leave me here in my ugly underwear
don't tell my mother
what i did to her parrot

when it called me a harlot
just because i tried to wash my hair with it
so I can get on tv
just this once
man the ??? pirates ???
with several million higher ???
of their sheep-brained lamb hackles

p.s. i really liked your fancy jaguar
with rocky road
don't eat my loops

end and fade out on an awesome keyboard solo
  

Sarah Kemble Knight

This is the audio portion of a video I made for English or History class. I'm not sure about the date. I know I recorded it after "Settlement of Southern Africa" (1988-04-10) and "Thirteenth Night" (1989-05-08), and the ending features the IPECAC version of "Anchovy Rock" (1989-04-13). So, this was recorded in May 2008 at the earliest, and probably not much later, since I would have picked a more recent song.

As for the audio itself, well, there's not much of interest. It's just a lot of boring talk and silly sound effects. The video isn't much better.

This isn't really part of Trex, is it? I might exclude it next time I do some spring cleaning. For now, I'll keep it on the end of Wino Three Girls, which has space for it. Let's call it a "bonus track". :)

Lyrics to "Sarah Kemble Knight":

[grunting]
sarah kemble knight was born into an upper middle class family
in boston massachusettes

she became a secretary and then a teacher
and was once widowed and left with a daughter

she was a feminist and a business women
in a traditionally male dominated world
but nothing could stop sarah kemble knight
nothing, that is, except death

in 1704 sarah kemble knight made a journey from boston to new york
on which she kept journal records of her travels

[gallopping noises]

giddy-up horsey!

[townspeople noises]

upon reaching the town of new haven, connecticut
she noticed the strict enforcement of church-regulated laws
days were spent on sermons and lectures
while others were set aside for atheletic and militaristic
su-- ?? and competitions

new haven had an intricate system of trade
merchants, traders brought their goods to the town to sell
the customer would specify how he intended to purchase an item
he could pay with either money or provisions
then the merchant would set the price
and the deal would be made

[music]