albums
Underway
2006 Wonday
Compilations
1993 Songs to Sleep By
1997 Songs to Sleep By 2
2002 Sunday Sampler
2002 Dad's Picks
1999 Mix 1 (sy55)
2010 Mix 2 (triton vocal)
2010 Mix 3 (triton instr.)
SY55
1991 Archives
1992 College Collection
1993 College Collage
1994 The Hermit
1997 Where's My Muse
1999 South or Southeast
Triton
2001 In the Margins
2002 Renewal
2002 Re-treat
2002 Convenience
2002 Back Up
2003 So So
2003 So On
2003 So Long
2003 Baby Steps
2003 Baby Talk
2004 Schmocial
2004 Brroom
2004 Chuckadee
2004 Disco Hike
2004 Extra Extra
2005 Coma Pill
2005 Ourboretum
2005 Jaminy
2005 Padden Drift
2005 Gorilla Love
2005 Aminals
2005 Vegibles
2006 Fruitine
2006 Dignored
2006 Miner
2006 Mouseculine
2006 Yata
2007 Zipit
2007 Sixawon
2007 Halfdosin
2007 Whatcom Home
2008 What Roses
2008 Pho Kit
2008 Composed Pile
2009 Decomposed Pie
2009 Swaddlicious
2010 Lost Train
Soft Synths
2011 Out the Margins
2011 Redebut
2011 Reprogression
2012 Working Progress
2013 Tripico
2014 Aerosol Concrete
2015 Reduced to Clear
2016 Motions
2017 The Walking Dad
2018 Mockolate
2019 Still Testing
2020 Slow Wins Teddy
2024 Battle of the E-Bands

Track List

# title lyrics time download listen started recorded rating
1 If at First lyrics 5:00 download listen locally 2006-07-27 2006-08-02
2 Gimme a Second lyrics 5:44 download listen locally 2006-08-02 2006-08-03
3 Third Take 2 lyrics 5:36 download listen locally 2006-08-08 2006-08-09
4 Fourth Ought lyrics 7:04 download listen locally 2006-08-10 2006-08-14
5 Fifth Year Blues lyrics 6:15 download listen locally 2006-08-14 2006-08-15
6 Sixth Cent lyrics 6:42 download listen locally 2006-08-16 2006-08-17
7 Seventh Sigh lyrics 5:17 download listen locally 2006-08-18 2006-08-22
8 Eighth Note Hit lyrics 8:46 download listen locally 2006-08-23 2006-08-24
9 Not Very Ninth lyrics 7:00 download listen locally 2006-08-28 2006-08-29
10 Tenth Little Piggie lyrics 6:08 download listen locally 2006-08-30 2006-08-31
11 Sap Timber Eleventh lyrics 4:14 download listen locally 2006-09-05 2006-09-07
12 Twelvth Chair lyrics 5:14 download listen locally 2006-09-11 2006-09-12
13 Fried Egg the Thirteenth lyrics 4:43 download listen locally 2006-09-13 2006-09-14
14 Resigh lyrics 0:58 download listen locally 2006-08-18 2006-09-18
Total 78:41 play all locally album rating:

Notes

A handful of musical ideas had been running around my head for years, scampering like mice. I wanted to wait until I was good enough to finish them (humanely, of course). Well, good enough, schmood enough; who'm I kidding? Nothing indicates that Tripecac will improve any time soon. So I decided to go for it. Ready or not, here I come, little micies!

I didn't want to force myself to focus the entire album on past ideas, like I had with Miner. So I kept things flexible: the only rule was that each song title had to reference the track number. Easy enough. And cheesy enough. Prime Tripecac beef jerky.

The numerical song titles were fun. They got me to brainstorm each song's theme before I sat down on the keyboard and smooshed it flat, like a guest of honor. Speaking of smooshing, the album title refers to the "passive aggressive" or "active pacifistic" under/overcurrent that runs through the cardboard tube. Enjoy! - Le Petite Pigaloo

Songs

If at First

This song oscillates between poppy and poopy. There's a "false" start in the beginning which was supposed to be awful but which ended up being almost as cool as the "real" start. After a couple of choruses, there's a new set of chord changes from which the song never returns. The song ends up feeling like a messy medley. Or I guess we can pretend it's an overture (with excerpts from the songs to come)... Except it's not. Sigh.

The mix is a little whooshy in parts. I overdid the flange on the drums. I was trying to sound "live" but ended up sounding amateurish. Not that Tripecac ever sounds "pro", but still... Double sigh.

On the positive side, the song has a lot of energy, and there are a couple of catchy moments in there. You just have to mine for them... Get it? Sorry. Wrong album. Triple sigh.

The main lyrics ("if at first... cripples") are from a decade-old a capella Trex song of the same name (see "If at First (demo)"). The rest were half written, half improvised. There's no consistent theme or message. Am I preaching about persisting or cutting your losses? I really don't know. Or am I just babbling? Yeah, that's probably it. It usually is. Quadruple sigh.

Lyrics to "If at First":

if at first you don't succeed
try to put forth a little more effort
and if you fail again and again
again and again and again and again
then you're a loser, you're a disgrace
you stink, get out of my face
you're a loser and you belong with the cripples

  that's right, i said
  that's right, i said
  you belong with the cripples

if at first you don't succeed
then try to put forth a little more effort
and if you fail again and again
again and again and again and again
then ---

  no, no, no, stop, stop, stop
  that's just too slow
  come on, pick it up a bit
  1 2 3 4

  [burp]
  i burped
  i burped on the first song on the album
  that's not a good sign
  it's all downhill from here
  all downhill, i say

if at first you don't succeed...

  cripple, cripple, cripple, cripple
  cripple: that's you

if at first you don't succeed...

  oops
  i said i goofed up
  you guys, i messed up
  you can stop the song now
  come on, let's start it over
  guys

  tripecac is a failure case

they say you oughta quit if you're behind
they say to cut your losses this time
but i say that won't sit well with my mind
my tactics for success are unrefined

  they say "you hey"
  they say "you hey"
  i say "no way"
  i say "no way"

if at first you don't succeed...

  he was a failure case, hey

[scat]

yeah! so one day
scat-trav woke up
climbed out of his cardboard box
and said hello to the world

yikes! and that day
scat-trav threw up
climbed back in his cardboard box
and said goodbye to the world

'cause after 18 years or more
the country's still at war
the news is full of gore
and i am still a bore

nobody's knocking at my door
this is just another tape inside a drawer
another seventy-five minute snore
so tell what am i failing for?

what am i failing for?
what am i failing for? ...

  travis, travis, travis, travis, travis
  what is this? come on!
  you're supposed to open the album
  on something that's inspiring
  something that will give it direction
  something that will give it inertia
  something that will give it credibility, perhaps

creditibility?
on a tripecac album?
what are you stinking?
people don't cred trip
what???
ha ha ahhh
  

Gimme a Second

This chorus ("second glance") for this song had been running around my head for years. It mimics the rhythm of a Fall song ("Tempo House").

I kept putting off working on it because I wanted to wait until I had a knack for post-punk. I still don't have the knack, but I decided to give it a shot anyway.

It doesn't sound like the Fall, except for maybe the repetition, which I like.

I ended up remixing this song the day after I "finished it". I figured: if any song deserves a second chance, it's this one... right? So I simplified the kick drum, shortened the final chorus, tightened up the drum breaks, and made the clav a little groovier. It feels a little dancier now, which is good. I like dancy.

Lyrics to "Gimme a Second":

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance

they never give me the time of day
they never listen to what i say
they never try to see things my way
they just want me to go away, i say

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never look to me for romance
they never ask me if i wanna dance

they never give me the time of day
they never try to see things my way
they never listen to what i say
they just want me to go away, i say

a second, a second, a second, a second
a second, a second, a second, a second
a second, a second, a second, a second
a second, a second, a second, a second

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never look to me for romance
they never ask me if i wanna dance

i don't merit a second glance
i don't deserve a second chance
i don't emanate romance
i don't pretend to like to dance

i don't want your second glance
i don't need a second chance
i don't care about your stupid romance
'cause i don't want to have to dance

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never give me the time of day
they pretend not to see my way

they never give me a second chance
they never give me a second chance
they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance

they never never ask me dance
they never come to me for romance
they never never ask me dance
they never come to me for romance

they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance
they never give me a second glance
they never give me a second chance

they never give me a second
they never give me a second...
  

Third Take 2

This is a remake of an IPECAC song from 1988 ("Third Take"). I picked it partly because of its name (to be consistent with the first two songs on Mouseculine), and partly because I've always wanted to try to remake an IPECAC song and that one kinda rocked!

I added vocals on a whim. They're about the song itself. I tried to make them "manly" and aggressive. Again, this was trying to keep with the current album's theme.

I like the funky bits. The chorus is awful, though. I think I tried to stay too true to the original.

Lyrics to "Third Take 2":

VERSE 1

  so i'm digging in my closet
  through a box of tapes
  i find one labeled ipecac
  from back in '88

  the album's name is "here and now"
  most of it's a mess
  but there's one song called "third take"
  which has a certain funkiness

CHORUS 1

  and spunkiness
  not so much junkiness
  like a couple of monkeyness

  funkiness and spunkiness
  we sound like a couple of monkeyness

VERSE 2

  hey
    yeah?
  whatcha doin'?
    just sittin'
  hey
    yeah?
  whatcha playin'?
    just drinkin'

  i'm playing a song it's called third take
  it's from an old ipecac tape

CHORUS 2

  ooh, it's kinda bad
  yes, i know; that's a problem we had
  we never got good, we never had a gig
  unless you count christmas carolling

BRIDGE

  yikes! what's this?
  this is pretty sad

  why be faithful to this junk?
  why be faithful to this crap?
  why be faithful to the past?
  why be faithful to ipecac?

  get funky now
  eat that, jon!

CHORUS 3

  ipecac sucks
  tripecac rocks
  ipecac sucks
  tripecac rocks

VERSE 3

 get that sax out of my face, boy!
 allen foster on the baritone

 go trav, go trav...

CHORUS 4

  ipecac sucks
  tripecac rocks
  ipecac sucks
  eat that jon!

    there's that chorus again
    it's like an old unwanted friend
    here's that crappy chorus again
    ipecac is dead

VERSE 4

  ipecac is dead
  ipecac is dead
  ipecac is dead
  but that's okay 'cause i am ahead

  yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
  let's get some testerosterone here
  yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
  let's get some testerosterone here

    ipecac sucks
    ipecac sucks

  we got the testerosterone
  i got the testerosterone...

    is this embarassment?
    what did ipecac meant? ha ha ha

BREAK

  ok i can't keep a straight face
  while i'm doing this
  you know, ipecac and improvisation
  always went hand-in-hand

    hand in hand, hand in hand
    hand in hand, hand in hand...

  and so did luke and anand

    woo-hoo!

  okay that was really a little bit pathetic
  just like ipecac

    hand in hand, hand in hand
    hand in hand, hand in hand...

CODA

  [repeat bits of the above sections]
  

Fourth Ought

The title is a pun... surprise surprise! Someone light off some fireworks! :) :) :)

The music is a snore. It's too sparse and wimpy sounding to keep my attention. Also, I used too much flange on some of the drums. Too many drums! Too many lots of stuff. Yuck.

On a positive note, here's something funny... By complete coincidence, the song is 7 minutes 4 seconds long. You know, 7/4 as in July 4 as in Independence Day. Complete coincidence, really!

Lyrics to "Fourth Ought":

the fourth ought to be a good day
ought to be an independent day

  [repeat lots of times]
  

Fifth Year Blues

This is a slow, dirge-like reggae groove. It's not really blues, but that's okay, right?

The lyrics were inspired by Michael Palin's travel documentary about the Sahara. There were a bunch of sheep collected to be sacrificed. Yippee!

Anyway, the words are about the loss of innocence. They deal with leaving childhood (at age 5) for school or leaving college (after 4 years) for the working world. Not too deep, and the music's repetitive. But I kinda like the groove.

Lyrics to "Fifth Year Blues":

five years ago i popped out
full of creative hope and innocence
now i'm off to chain myself to a wooden desk
time to say goodbye to blissful ignorance

they will teach me to stand in line
pledge my allegiance to the country they call mine
they will teach me to nap in line
with all the other stupid children

they will herd me towards normalcy
mediocrity, deity, and tv
they will instinctively parent me
and try to plant their slimy seed in me

they educate instinctively
they will thrust themselves on me
they propagate instinctively
they want to plant themselves in me

they wanna breed another sheep
they wanna breed a normal sheep
they gotta breed a normal sheep
to give to the deity

they wanna breed another sheep
it needs to be a normal sheep
they wanna breed normal sheep
to sacrifice to the deity

four limbs, two eyes, and fine white hair
no blemishes allowed
your blood belongs to the man upstairs
who's napping on his cloud

no abnormalities
no abnormalities
no abnormalities
we need your purity

gotta look like the other sheep
gotta act like the other sheep
gotta bleat like the other sheep
so i can bleed like the other sheep

breed me to be like them
so they can slice me like a hen
they breed me to be like them
and then they plop me in the oven

back to the beginning again
hey

i popped out innocently
basking in the joy of unique identity
they tried to stifle my creativity
but i fought back by embracing my abnormality

i'm no good for your sacrificial mood
  i don't share your sacrificial mood
i'm no good for your sacrificial food
  i don't want to be your sacrificial food

they will teach me to nap in line, nap in line...
with all the other stupid children
  [repeat]
  

Sixth Cent

The lyrics are about money burning a hole in your pocket. Well... kinda. Actually, they don't make much sense. Get it???

Yep, puns about in Tripe-caca land. Good thing I don't have to worry about getting deluged with proceeds from my music. What muse? Ick!

Sigh. Okay, well at least the groove is upbeat. Idiotic, yeah... but upbeat.

Lyrics to "Sixth Cent":

the sixth cent hit the table
and the seventh cent hit the floor
the sixth cent broke the camel's back
and the seventh cent did more

if i had a nickle
for every dime i made
i'd have a half-a-nickle
all of the time

if i had a pickle
and some cherry marmalade
i'd feed the little pickle
to the porcupine

and if i had to tickle
a fickle little maid
i'd try to make her giggle
with those faces of mine

and if i had a sickle
or some other hefty blade
i'd cut out these dumb lyrics
and come up with better rhymes

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

Seventh Sigh

The title is a pun on "seventh sign". Duh. :)

The lyrics are my reaction to people's feedback about some of my songs. Double-duh. :)

Lyrics to "Seventh Sigh":

they say that i have no ideas
they say that i have no inspiration
  [repeat]

you say that i have no ideas
you say that i have no inspiration
  [repeat]

i admit that i have no ideas
i admit that i have no inspiration
  [repeat]

minimal effort, it all sounds canned
why don't you go back to your computers, man?
why don't you leave us alone
so we can listen to the real bands?

minimal effort, that's your name
minimal effort, you're so lame
your minimal effort causes us pain
and because of that you're gonna lose this game

you're so lame
you're so lame
you're so lame
you're so lame

so what if i compose a song in about 20 minutes?
so what if i finish and upload it the very next day?
so what if the patches and mix sound amateurish?
so what if the lyrics are shallow, cryptic, and cliche?

'cause it's all about having fun
and if you feel it then i have won
if you tap your foot i've won
if you wiggle your hips i've won

and if it gets stuck in your head
and if it gets stuck in your head
and if it gets stuck in your head
then i've won, i've won, i've won, i've won

if you get this stuck in your head
and if you get this stuck in your head
i've won

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

Eighth Note Hit

This started off really dumb but then turned into a fun krautrock jam... which is still pretty dumb. Oh well!

Lyrics to "Eighth Note Hit":

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

i want the 8th note hit...

duck duck duck duck... goose

don't want the 1st or the 3rd
'cause i'm too much of a nerd
don't want the 2nd or the 4th
'cause that would sound too forced

don't want the 5th or the 6th
cliches just make me feel sick
that leaves the 7th and the 8th
the 7th is dumb, so let's stick with the 8th

  [repeat bits of the above]
  

Not Very Ninth

The title is a pun on...

A ninth chord is pretty sophisticated. It's like fancy wine. Way beyond the five dollar (1.5 liter) merlots. Way, way beyond the wine-in-a-box that my music normally resembles. Yes, I'm talking the big time stuff.

Well, I tried to base this song around a fancy schmancy ninth chord: C minor ninth, to be exact. But it didn't work, to be exact. And I fell back on mindless reggae, to be exact. So much for sophistication, to be exact.

Look on the bright side: the music is much more affordable this way. You can sustain the habit much longer. Just try to ignore the nausea and headaches!

The "captive audience" lyrics refer to the GarageBand.com review system (where you're required to listen to a song for at least 90 seconds in order to review it). They're also [unintentionally] about the compulsory jury system.

Lyrics to "Not Very Ninth":

don't you love a captive audience
you're my captive audience
don't you love a captive audience
you're my captive audience

[cough] [ahem] sorry, sorry...
that's not very ninth, is it?

they say that's not very ninth
they say that's not very ninth
they say that's not very ninth
they say that's not very ninth

  [repeat]

hey travis, that's  not very ninth
hey travis, this is not very ninth
hey travis, this is not very ninth
you know,   this is not very ninth

hey you,       it's not very ninth
i know,        it's not very ninth
can't help it, it's not very ninth
it's tripecac,      not very ninth

oh, awesome drum solo
oh, aren't you glad you're listening to this?

the title is a pun on...
a ninth chord is pretty sophisticated
it's like fancy wine
way beyond the five dollar (1.5 liter) merlots

way, way beyond the wine-in-a-box
that my music normally resembles
yes, i'm talking the big time stuff
i'm talking the big time stuff

well, i tried to base this song around a
fancy schmancy ninth chord: c minor ninth, to be exact
but it didn't work, to be exact
and I fell back on mindless reggae, to be exact

so much for sophistication, to be exact
so much for sophistication, to be exact
so much for sophistication, to be exact
so much for sophistication, to be exact

look on the bright side
look on the bright side
the music is much more affordable this way
the music is much more affordable this way

  [repeat]

you can sustain the habit much longer
just try to ignore the nausea and headaches

the music is much more sustainable this way
the music is much more sustainable this way

  [repeat]

don't you love a captive audience
you're my captive audience
don't you love a captive audience
you're my captive audience

don't you love a captive audience
you're my captive audience
ha ha, a captive audience
i don't deserve a captive audience

ha ha
bye bye captives!
bye bye!
  

Tenth Little Piggie

Where's the line between hero and zero? This song pees all over the floor in a drunken attempt at answering.

Seriously, though, it contemplates the sacrifices that soldiers make for the dufuses (or dufi) here at home.

It's "dufi", right?

Lyrics to "Tenth Little Piggie":

VERSE 1:
  i lost my little piggie in the war
  tenth little piggie seem so sore
  i lost my tenth little piggie in the war
  lost the other nine a few days ago; they feel sore

  you might ask me what war this is
  but i forget what war it is
  you may ask me what this century is
  but i forget what my name is

CHORUS 1:
  'cause i'm a dummy
  but i'll fight for your country
  even though i just wanna go home

  or i'm a dropout (man)
  but i'll defend our country
  even though i'd much rather be stoned

  or i'm a cripple
  but i'll just keep on fighting
  while you sit and complain there at home

  or i'm a veteran
  and i'd rather be fighting
  than be with you losers at home

VERSE 2:
  i slammed my little piggie in the door
  there wasn't really any war
  i crushed my tenth little piggie in the door
  crushed the other nine a few days ago; they feel sore

  you might ask why i lied
  well even a moron has his pride
  you might ask me if i feel rotten inside
  but i'm too busy pukin' in my double-wide

CHORUS 2:
  'cause i'm a reject
  i'm a genetic runt
  but i think of myself as a hero

  yes, i'm a defect
  god took a genetic dump
  and my phenotype crawled from his poopoo

    i can't finish this chorus; it's just too stupid
    some might say offensive,
    but i for one see the humor in it
    and if you don't,

  then you're a redneck
  in the most derogatory sense
  and i bet you do sheep in the stable

  or you're an airhead
  and if you admit you take offence
  then you disclose to the world that you're feeble

BRIDGE:
  'cause you gotta read the lyrics folks at tripecac.com
  self-evangelising, isn't that the norm?
  it's okay, isn't it, at garageband.com?

  you know, this is a song that you would never want to submit
  to a contest in which peopl would actually review it
  oh, their comments would be nothing but negative, negative,
  negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative

  well, fortunately, this song is probably
  just gonna exist on a cd and an uploaded mp3
  somewhere that no one's gonna listen to
  nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody

  that's the nature of tripecac
  that's the nature of me

  oh, drums are still going
  i guess we have to finish the song soon
  because that is the convention
  what shall i do?
  i'll just go ahead and copy and paste
  the first few verses and a chorus

VERSE 3:
  i lost my little piggie in the war
    i slammed my little piggie in the door
  tenth little piggie seem so sore
    there wasn't really any war

  i lost my tenth little piggie in the war
    i crushed my tenth little piggie ... something something
      shoot! darn it!
  lost the other nine a few days ago; they feel sore
    crushed the other nine a few days ago; they feel sore
      something sore, yeah!

  you might ask me what war this is
    you might ask why i lied
  but i forget what war it is
    well even a moron has his pride

  you may ask me what this century is
    you might ask me if i feel rotten inside
  but i forget what my name is
    but i'm too busy pukin' in my double-wide

CHORUS 3:
  'cause i'm a dummy
    'cause i'm a reject
  but i'll fight for your country
  even though i just wanna go home

  or i'm a dropout
    yes, i'm a defect
  but i'll defend our country
  even though i'd much rather be stoned

  or i'm a cripple
    yes, i'm a redneck
  but i'll just keep on fighting
  while you sit and complain there at home

  or i'm a veteran
    i'm an airhead
  and i'd rather be fighting
  than be with you losers at home

END:
  thanks a lot, mister merlot!
  

Sap Timber Eleventh

What a horrible, horrible pun. The music's not far behind. And the lyrics... Oh, the lyrics.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Lyrics to "Sap Timber Eleventh":

INTRO 1:
  [scat]

  oh, what's this nonsense?
  i'm always singing nonsense
  but that's okay
  'cause that is what i do

VERSE 1:
  so it was a cold day in sap timber
  the fall was coming and the summer ending
  and everything was going good

CHORUS 1:
  but then a crash happened somewhere out east
  and everybody thought it was important
  when something tall started falling from the sky
  everybody's productivity went bye bye

INTRO 2:
  bye bye, bye bye, bye...
  timber!
  sap, sap, timber, timber
  sap, sap, timber, timber

VERSE 2:
  well i wondered why
  everybody had to stop doing what they're doing
  watch the tv, watch the news
  read the paper, read the views
  sit and listen passively
  focus on the tragedy

CHORUS 2:
  well, meanwhile
  i'm taking a jog and finishing a song
  and practicing my silly accents all day long
  all day long, yee haw!

BREAK:
  [scat]
  here comes the bridge

BRIDGE:
  sap, sap, timber, timber
  sap, sap, timber, timber
  sap, sap, timber, timber
  sap, sap, timber, timber

  how can they stare at their shoes
  and watch their domestic beer guts protrude?
  why do they worship tv?
  is it me? are they as dumb as they seem?

  i have a room with a view
  of a screen and on it is me
  i always need something to do
  or i'll scream or at least feel cranky

INTRO 3:
  sap, sap, timber, timber
  sap, sap, timber, timber

VERSE 3:
  like sap sap sap from a dying tree
  timber timber timber don't fall on me
  sap sap sap from a dying tree
  timber timber timber don't fall on me

CHORUS 3:
  the drops of sap
  sound silly in the summer
  and the toppling timber
  doesn't seem such a bummer

  but then it all sinks in
  when we hit the autumn
  we start to smell the decay
  rotten leaves at the bottom

  but then it all sinks in
  when we hit the autumn
  we start to smell the decay
  rotten leaves at the bottom

  rotten leaves at the bottom
  rotten leaves at the bottom
  johnny rotten leaves at the bottom
  johnny rotten lives at the bottom

END:
  don't you wish you had your 4 minutes back?
  

Twelvth Chair

The lyrics express a cynical view of the compulsory jury system. The music expresses a wish that the lyrics would lighten up a bit. The listener expresses a pink cloud, twiddles her hair, bites her nails with nervous energy, and then starts trolling the net for the latest celebrity deaths.

Chaotic, repetitititive, chaotic, repetitititive, etc. This was supposed to be "punk" but it ended up starting with a "j" instead. Oh well. There's always the "lucky" thirteenth, coming up... Yep. Coming through!

Lyrics to "Twelvth Chair":

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...

VERSE 1:
  hello and welcome to jury duty
  you are now officially government property
  we will use you like cannon fodder
  do not resist or we'll punish you further

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...

VERSE 2:
  do you swear to tell the truth?
  do you swear that we're the boss?
  do you swear that you won't think?
  do you swear you won't escape?

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...
    come on down, slave
    shut up now, slave
    you're a bound slave
    you're the town slave

VERSE 3:
  juror number 12, please approach the bench
  i can see that you have your fists clenched
  are you mad at the plaintiff? no
  are you mad at the defense? no

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...
    come on down, slave...

BRIDGE 1:
  no no no no...
  you said no?
  you can't say no

VERSE 4:
  so, juror number 12, what is your problem?
  i'm upset, your honor, at the whole jury system
  as a productive and peaceful citizen
  i shouldn't be drafted into cleaning up
  other people's mess
  no, no
  other people's mess
  no, no

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...
    come on down, slave...

VERSE 5:
  the state helped fund my education
  now they wanna keep me from utilizing it
  well, that's what i call inefficient
  number 12, you're a pain in the butt so you are dismissed

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...
    come on down, slave...

VERSE 6:
  the twelvth chair is empty
  so come on down, juror 13
  the price is right, ten dollars a day
  aren't you glad you're serving your country this way?

CHORUS:
  will you all rise, will you all be seated...

  i get the gavel, you get the chains...

[repeat bits of the above]

END:
  thank you, come again
  

Fried Egg the Thirteenth

The pun...

The music...

The lyrics...

The end!

Lyrics to "Fried Egg the Thirteenth":

CHORUS 1:
  this is the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  it's the fried egg the thirteenth song
  you better not cook it wrong

    [repeat]

VERSE 1:
  hey you
  whatcha cooking over there?
  i hear the sizzling of an egg
  the scent of butter in the air

  don't forget to cook the yolk
  or you might get salmonilla
  and don't eat more than one or two
  chlorestoral can be a killer

CHORUS 2:
  this is the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  it's the fried egg the thirteenth song
  you better not cook it wrong

    [repeat]

BRIDGE 1:
  eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy egg...
  fried egg

    [repeat]

CHORUS 3:
  this is the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  it's the fried egg the thirteenth song
  you better not cook it wrong

    [repeat]

VERSE 2:
  salmonilla, salmonilla
  disentary, diarrhea
  cook the eggs a little longer
  make the yokes a little stronger

  scrambled is the safest way
  cook it thoroughly today
  make it crunchy, dry it out
  cook it longer, when it doubt

  salmonilla, salmonilla
  disentary, diarrhea
  cook the eggs a little longer
  make the yokes a little stronger

  scrambled is the safest way
  cook it thoroughly today
  make it crunchy, dry it out
  or some day your luck will run out

CHORUS 4:
  this is the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  it's the fried egg the thirteenth song
  you better not cook it wrong

    [repeat]

BRIDGE 2:
  eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy eggy egg...
  fried egg

    [repeat]

END:
  this is the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  fried egg the thirteenth song
  wrong

  fried egg the thirteenth song
  it can't be very long
  fried egg the thirteenth song
  wrong
  

Resigh

This reprise of "Seventh Sigh" finishes the album (Mouseculine). I planned it as soon as I had finished the original song, but waited until the rest of the songs were done so I could know how long it could be.

It's pure coincidence that:

  1. It's the 14th song, thus breaking the "bad luck" of having exactly 13 songs.
  2. It reprises the 7th song, so they appear side-by-side in a two column list.
  3. I finished it exactly one month after I started the original song.
  4. The number of seconds in the song equals Jo---'s IQ.

Thank you. Come again.

Lyrics to "Resigh":

and if you get this stuck in your head
and if you get this stuck in your head
and if you get this stuck in your head
and if you get this stuck in your head
i've won

  [repeat]