Click on the thumbnail to view a printable cd sleeve.- Title: Mouseculine
- Artist: Tripecac
- Timespan: 2006
- Theme: numerical rumblestrut
- Length: 78:41
- Tracks: 14
- Lyrics: 14
- MP3s: 14
- Rating: ****½ [4.25] (2 ratings) rate this album
Track List
| # | title | lyrics | time | started | recorded | rating | mp3 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | If at First | lyrics | 5:00 | 2006-07-27 | 2006-08-02 | ****½ (2) | download |
| 2 | Gimme a Second | lyrics | 5:44 | 2006-08-02 | 2006-08-03 | ****½ (2) | download |
| 3 | Third Take 2 | lyrics | 5:36 | 2006-08-08 | 2006-08-09 | **** (2) | download |
| 4 | Fourth Ought | lyrics | 7:04 | 2006-08-10 | 2006-08-14 | ***½ (2) | download |
| 5 | Fifth Year Blues | lyrics | 6:15 | 2006-08-14 | 2006-08-15 | ****½ (2) | download |
| 6 | Sixth Cent | lyrics | 6:42 | 2006-08-16 | 2006-08-17 | ****½ (2) | download |
| 7 | Seventh Sigh | lyrics | 5:17 | 2006-08-18 | 2006-08-22 | ***½ (2) | download |
| 8 | Eighth Note Hit | lyrics | 8:46 | 2006-08-23 | 2006-08-24 | **** (2) | download |
| 9 | Not Very Ninth | lyrics | 7:00 | 2006-08-28 | 2006-08-29 | **** (2) | download |
| 10 | Tenth Little Piggie | lyrics | 6:08 | 2006-08-30 | 2006-08-31 | **** (2) | download |
| 11 | Sap Timber Eleventh | lyrics | 4:14 | 2006-09-05 | 2006-09-07 | **** (2) | download |
| 12 | Twelvth Chair | lyrics | 5:14 | 2006-09-11 | 2006-09-12 | ***½ (2) | download |
| 13 | Fried Egg the Thirteenth | lyrics | 4:43 | 2006-09-13 | 2006-09-14 | ****½ (2) | download |
| 14 | Resigh | lyrics | 0:58 | 2006-08-18 | 2006-09-18 | ***½ (2) | download |
| Total | 78:41 | 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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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]