- Title: Mouseculine
- Artist: Tripecac
- Timespan: 2006
- Theme: numerical rumblestrut
- Length: 78:41
- Tracks: 14
- Lyrics: 14
- MP3s: 14 play all locally
- Rating: ****½ [4.25] (2 ratings) rate this album
Track List
# | title | lyrics | time | download | listen | started | recorded | rating |
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1 | If at First | lyrics | 5:00 | download | listen locally | 2006-07-27 | 2006-08-02 | **** (2) |
2 | Gimme a Second | lyrics | 5:44 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-02 | 2006-08-03 | ****½ (2) |
3 | Third Take 2 | lyrics | 5:36 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-08 | 2006-08-09 | **** (2) |
4 | Fourth Ought | lyrics | 7:04 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-10 | 2006-08-14 | ***½ (2) |
5 | Fifth Year Blues | lyrics | 6:15 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-14 | 2006-08-15 | **** (2) |
6 | Sixth Cent | lyrics | 6:42 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-16 | 2006-08-17 | ****½ (2) |
7 | Seventh Sigh | lyrics | 5:17 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-18 | 2006-08-22 | ***½ (2) |
8 | Eighth Note Hit | lyrics | 8:46 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-23 | 2006-08-24 | **** (2) |
9 | Not Very Ninth | lyrics | 7:00 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-28 | 2006-08-29 | **** (2) |
10 | Tenth Little Piggie | lyrics | 6:08 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-30 | 2006-08-31 | **** (2) |
11 | Sap Timber Eleventh | lyrics | 4:14 | download | listen locally | 2006-09-05 | 2006-09-07 | **** (2) |
12 | Twelvth Chair | lyrics | 5:14 | download | listen locally | 2006-09-11 | 2006-09-12 | *** (2) |
13 | Fried Egg the Thirteenth | lyrics | 4:43 | download | listen locally | 2006-09-13 | 2006-09-14 | ****½ (2) |
14 | Resigh | lyrics | 0:58 | download | listen locally | 2006-08-18 | 2006-09-18 | *** (2) |
Total | 78:41 | play all locally | album rating: | ****½ (2) |
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
- Mouseculine track 1
- started: 2006-07-27
- recorded: 2006-08-02
- length: 5:00
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mix 2 (triton vocal) track 11
- Mouseculine track 2
- started: 2006-08-02
- recorded: 2006-08-03
- remixed: 2006-08-04
- other names: Second Glance
- length: 5:44
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 3
- started: 2006-08-08
- recorded: 2006-08-09
- length: 5:36
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 4
- started: 2006-08-10
- recorded: 2006-08-14
- length: 7:04
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 5
- started: 2006-08-14
- recorded: 2006-08-15
- length: 6:15
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 6
- started: 2006-08-16
- recorded: 2006-08-17
- length: 6:42
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mix 2 (triton vocal) track 12
- Mouseculine track 7
- started: 2006-08-18
- recorded: 2006-08-22
- remixed: 2006-08-23
- length: 5:17
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 8
- started: 2006-08-23
- recorded: 2006-08-24
- length: 8:46
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 9
- started: 2006-08-28
- recorded: 2006-08-29
- remixed: 2006-08-30
- length: 7:00
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 10
- started: 2006-08-30
- recorded: 2006-08-31
- remixed: 2006-09-01
- length: 6:08
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 11
- started: 2006-09-05
- recorded: 2006-09-07
- rerecorded: 2006-09-08
- length: 4:14
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 12
- started: 2006-09-11
- recorded: 2006-09-12
- length: 5:14
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 13
- started: 2006-09-13
- recorded: 2006-09-14
- length: 4:43
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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
- Mouseculine track 14
- started: 2006-08-18
- recorded: 2006-09-18
- length: 0:58
- Travis Emmitt - Korg Triton, vocals
- mp3: download listen locally (flash player)(HTML5 player)
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:
- It's the 14th song, thus breaking the "bad luck" of having exactly 13 songs.
- It reprises the 7th song, so they appear side-by-side in a two column list.
- I finished it exactly one month after I started the original song.
- 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]