Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08:
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08:
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
Posted by: . on 03-28-08:
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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The Hudson Debacle - Songs from Monkeyoven
Songs from INTO THE MONKEY OVEN
"Oven" is our second and most likely last CD. We wrote it from the end of recording "rockmen" and stopped write before recording this one. It took us about a year. We recorded it in July of 2002 at Che Faison in Allston. "The Fantastic Asshole" was the first song learned and "Overeducated drunks" was the last (although "Stumblebaby" was also learned just about at the end as well). I'm (jeff) writing down most of the lyrics from memory, so they migh be wrong. The songs are as follows:
1. Rockmen to a Far Away Nowhere
2. The Fantastic Asshole or God's Toupee
3. The Hudson Debacle Part II - Overeducated Drunks
4. Lost in a Parking Lot
5. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck
6. The Moon Rolled In The Sea
7. How To Fight a Girl
8. Stupid Saturday
9. Icecream!
10. Stumblebaby
ROCKMEN TO A FAR AWAY NOWHERE
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Chris.
Sung by Chris and the boys
KEY THEMES:
High adventure, saving naked cat girls from certain doom, hearts heavy with emotion, commradderie
NOTES:
In a near-brilliant move, Dr. Beck writes the title track from the LAST record, writing the lyrics based on the cover painting. We learned it quickly and everyone thought it was smashing.
LYRICS:
We are the rockmen to a far away nowhere. Near as I can tell, we're at the mouth of hell. The beauties in the water would love to take us down. Its a pool as sweet as honey where a man could surely drown. And we stand on the brink and our hearts are heavy with emotion. All for one, side by side, to face the wraiths and bring it home again.
THE FANTASTIC ASSHOLE or GOD'S TOUPEE
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CREDITS:
Music by Jeff and Dave.
Words by Jeff
Sung by mostly by Chris, and then by Chris and Jeff, then Chris and Xavi, then Jeff. And Dave sings too.
KEY THEMES:
Suicide. The meaning of life. Shedding a mortal coil. Bus drivers.
NOTES:
Dave wrote one version of the song which featured the main melodic riff and a theme about the bus driver who crashed the number 1 bus into the Charles. It was rewritten a couple of times by Jeff, with Jeff finally writing a whole new song around the riff and bus driver theme. The bus driver in this story starts wondering if he has an eternal soul or not. He realizes that he maintains Christian beleifs than he could die any time without worry, as he has an eternal soul. If he takes an athiest route, he has no soul and death is just nonexistence. Since death is pending either way, it barely makes sense to wait for it, as either answer makes life trivial and fleeting. He decides to take his life, since it was kind of crappy anyways, being a bus driver and all.
Its a fun one to play, as it is a real firecracker.
LYRICS:
He ripped the curtains from the stake to rear the thoughtless vow that nothing fails today my friends. And from the corners of his soul rolled new screams, he wanted more than bus routes afford - to shine away. Stuck packed fucked right with sudden choice he clears bus, he clears his mind from killing innocents. He shot the bus in gear, to foster hell, to murder fear. He wanted more than people adore - to shine away.
With no eternal soul, his will turned weak and so cold
Flipped off his mortal coil with one steering wheel roll
So far, far away from tragedy
With no eternal soul, with no ghosts to show home
He snapped and made away with godŐs toupee, for one god damned day. Yeah!
Steer wheels through the womb of your mother's lies. We strip to the sound if the brakes could grind down. The whole goddamn world can kiss our ass goodbye. The whole stupid you into the river drives away, run away from fear, shy away from hope, scare away from death, don't fall away from love.
THE HUDSON DEBALCE PART II: OVEREDUCATED DRUNKS
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Xavi.
Sung by Xavi and Chris.
KEY THEMES:
Drinking. Appearing to be an upstanding citizen, but really being a common, lousy drunk.
NOTES:
Xavi wrote this right at the end of the Hudson Debacle. It made sense for him to write Part II, as he wrote Part I on the last record. We learned this pretty quickly.
LYRICS:
We go to work and we dress so sharpley,act so nicely, and think so smartly. We dine a le Maison, we're so damn presentable. Not reprehensible, they just can't tell that...
We're on a diet of booze and smokes, we're gonna drink and inhale to we choke, laughing the whole damn time. And if you don't like us we don't care what you think, but if you do then you can buy us a drink. Some beer will do just fine. We're just a bunch of overeducated drunks.
We'll beat you at scrabble, then ply you with babble about all the rabble that we must say. We're men of distinction on our way to extinction, but when we go out and play...
LOST IN A PARKING LOT
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Jeff.
Sung by Chris, and then Jeff and Dave
KEY THEMES:
Alcoholism, drunk driving, sense of self-worth, work, meaning of life
NOTES:
This is Jeff's "9/11" song. It was after the attacks, and then Jeff lost his job, and everything seemed to be going to shit. Jeff's wife may have actually been lost in a parking lot shortly before this song was written.
LYRICS:
Stumble through your indignation, because after working death still remains. We'll straighten out your bedspun hair, babe, and dress you up like whatever your business card read before your big surrender. Pulled your flag down with failed endeavors. Papers were saying it was your worst week ever, your brand new friend your new bartender.
Your stupid signs of arrival rival driving drunk on empty streets. But your symbols work like a shitpile of dirt when describing something as big and dumb as life. Fire away, it was one disaster after another we were unprepared for. Fire away one alcoholic beverage to go on automatic.
We will be afraid. We will be strong. We'll carry on with one eye closed and one open for luck. We will urge the roads to cradle us safely home.
Put away your angry wishes, and drive and drive like driving drivers do. One more glass of wine after all we've imbibed will only help us tolerate the ride. and we'll blow you away with a a big surrender, filed away with failed endeavors. Who would've guessed it your worst month ever, brand new boss your new bartender.
...safely home, where we fight the light of day streaming through the window panes like steam, like a scream from a dream trying to take us down.
Blow you away!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Jeff.
Sung by Jeff.
KEY THEMES:
Work. Death.
NOTES:
This song is the first part of the "drunk drunk secretary" trilogy, about a secretary who gets fired from work. Its in 3/4 time and the only song Dave doesn't step on his distortion pedal.
LYRICS:
She cried and cried and stop and sighed
Fuck fuck fuck fuck was all she was mutterin'
Under her breath, cleaning the coffee cups
Stained from neglect and cursing in tune
As the associated slunked in their cubes
Wishing bad luck to the bastards plotting to
Concuss their bombs, unto her boss as he sang
On the phone that he's fallen in love
With a pile of money stacked to the ceiling
Another lover called and said he's through,
Another lover danced dumb in the room
And cracked when he offered the sound intent
Of passing dead souls through the window
What does it matter to you?
What does it matter to anyone?
Who's bought into the ruse that he's nothing less
Than two hours closer to death?
Work defines how you live, defines how you breathe, defines
How you love some one
And sure, he loves like nobody loves you
Yes nobody loves you, yes, who'd love you?
And No, nobody loves you, no, nobody loves
No, nobody loves you like your boss could
Now, that you saved him, and pined for him,
And dragged dead souls through the window....
What does it matter to you? Who's fucking business do
You intrude, now that you bought into the ruse that you're
Nothing more than three hours closer to death?
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" was she muttered when she diffused
The bomb underneath his desk, when he fell in love
With a secretary's last hurrah
THE MOON ROLLED IN THE SEA
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Dave.
Sung by Dave with a little by Chris and Jeff at the end.
KEY THEMES:
Non-consensual, cross-kingdom sex
NOTES:
Dave wrote this about dirt/growth in the sea having sex with a swimming woman.
LYRICS:
Sate your sex and hold your breath, diving to the ocean depth, throw your anger in the water... (lyrics to be added soon)
HOW TO FIGHT A GIRL
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Jeff.
Sung by Xavi, and Chris, and Jeff, and Dave.
KEY THEMES:
Kicking the shit out of the wimmin' folk, pinning thier hands with one hand and punching them in the neck, uh uh uh! Actually, about kow towing and folding like a cheap suit.
NOTES:
Jeff had seen a book by Norman Rockwell's son called "How to fight a girl", which was his sequel to "how to eat fried worms". It seemed like a good song title.
LYRICS:
Pull away your fist. Put away your anger that systemizes spent agression. Offer up your face, offer up your chest for scratches, punches, pinches, hair in her fistes.
Cry and lie, apply sad faces if you want to survive. Memorize or die!
How to fight a girl, is a lesson learned around the world.
How to fight a girl - to set those birds back on thier words.
Say "yes maam I'm sorry", "would you like some pekoe tea" to sooth your fury, lose your worry.
Say "uh huh yah uh huh yup yup yah" Anything to stop this bleeding.
Think about that girl, like any perfect pearl starts out as dirt in somebody's craw. Think about that girl, that'd probably make you curl up into a ball like this one did anyhow.
STUPID SATURDAY
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Dave.
Sung by Chris and Dave
KEY THEMES:
Band practice, drunkeness, smelling bad on date night.
NOTES:
Dave wrote this about our enjoyment of bad practice on Saturdays, and how our girls waiting at home had to wait for us to come home, often in states that would make us lousy company.
LYRICS:
I've been waiting here for hours with this fist of broken flowers. Hope you find yourself silly cause I'm not that stupid. Saw the way your laughing at the loser in the painting, and the failure in your timing for one more whiskey.
I was on time, had to much wine even though I'm not the kind of girl you find laughing at the monkeys in the basement, time's here a passing with one more Miller...
I try to fall for the happiness you call from rock n roll stumbling fool, and it all seems so tasteless. Miller High-life.
I'm marking time, teasing myself, watching the shadows falling on this thing you find sacred, yes I'm glad you could make it, so I lie here lying naked with another Miller...
crawling up the stairs, take another shit and sniff it with that stupid look on your face, another Saturday is wasted.
ICECREAM!
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Jeff, sung mostly by Jeff with a little Chris.
KEY THEMES:
Drunkeness. Love and Joy.
NOTES:
More tales about our drunken secretary. This episode puts her up against a failed trip to the store to get icecream where she decides to buy a bottle of rum instead.
LYRICS:
She didn't seem so angry. To tipsy dipsy merry. She fall down. Splintered her hand on a driftwood fence with laughter, love, and fear. Fear of time she's lost, drifting swiftly through her fingers, washing clear in the ocean. Love is only joy with focus, joy is only aimless love. Icecream is only cream and sugar, frozen stirred and served. She didn't have an icecream. She couldn't get an icecream. The store ran out, so she purchased a bottle of rum instead with soda, cups, and there she started getting drunk, walking up and down the beachfront. That's when she got the splinter, she didn't seem so angry when she fell down. Splintered her hand on a drift wood fence with laughter, love, and fear.
STUMBLEBABY
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CREDITS:
Words and music by Dave.
Sung by Dave
KEY THEMES:
Falling down the stairs
NOTES:
Dave wrote this song about a girl who falls down the stairs everyday. In fact, it was first titled "Scary Mary and the Crazy Stairs" (I think). We weren't quite ready to put this one on tape, as it was one of the last songs we learned.
LYRICS:
Can't explain how it makes her feel, when she turns an ankle or breaks a heel, seem ... spinning through the sky. she never looked so pretty. Electric lipstick crying across her face. She never felt so shitty. She slipped into her ... gown with grace. I think you heard her say. Coffee Donuts underwear she doesn't comb her hair out spite. She turns slowly in the sun... white.
she doesn't care about the burnt toast.... she can see the people laughing. Pulled a half pint of whiskey from underneath her dress. Take a hit god bless. ... Panties, jogging shorts, with a bottle in the air..... More to come later.
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Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08
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Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
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Posted by: . on 03-28-08
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
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Posted by: seventh cloners cloners clone's clone of a seventh cloners cloners clone's clone's clone on 03-19-08
everything is enchanted. enchantment is the more melodic synonym of entropic gravity touching closer to its etheric nature as you see it takes the cemetary out of the song in essence linguistically. take, for example, my radio. it's an inexpensive cd player and am/fm model with no tape player and no clock- i had the option to let my mom get me a pricier model because it was a birthday gift but the other model was unaesthetic. the brand name printed on it demanded attention. this little guy doesn't ask me to look at it. after my mom bought it for me i gave it back then bought it off her, which sounds like nonsense maybe but thats what i had to do for it to be mine. now its in my aparment sitting on the microwave, plugged into the wall (the radio is, not the microwave), but i never use it, nor do i intend to. i never turn it on. i don't own any cds and i'm not interested in the radio stations. it's just important, for some reason, that that thing is there. it's existence and presence in my apartment in and of itself is the manifested expression of the radio station i'm listening to, the radio, at least that part of it that is there merely to act as a mental reference point to the radio, to itself, to the essence of the here and now that is the true raw nature of time as it would otherwise be forgotten in the false context of memory. there is no music that is richer than this. there is no signal stronger than silence as all sound is contained within it. everything is enchanted by silence. the strength of an existences enchantment is measured by the strength of its silence. this is true for all of existence including within the context of music as expressed in the wake of silence.
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Posted by: i agree on 03-17-08
revel is a coward on an ego trip. no argument there at all. i am you as you are he and you are me and we are all NOT -that- guy revel.
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Posted by: . on 03-17-08
there's obviously a direct connection between time travel and the dimensions. when a person time travels the first thing that happens is that they effectively erase their original timeline, so there has to be somewhere for te traveller to be wen their originating timeline is gone, and that is the dimensions/dimensional existance, which is the same as the place refered to as the other side, which is accessable by degree of indisposal to physicality, of course. it i by order of the cessation of interest in the expression of the local timeline that the traveller is imparted visibility within this field, and this process may be expressed in varying degrees of speed. the traveller for example may wish to sift bulk from their observed expression or to purge it, perhaps in haste, which would lengthen the process, as more bulk would then be created while attempting to escape entropic gravity which no one can do on the other side or on this one.
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Posted by: Emmanuel Teijeiro. Original creator of homestarrunner.com on 02-11-08
so i was like "i sure am the original creator of homestarrunner.com and i don't give a fuck who your two brothers think they are". and that was that.
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Posted by: frog on 02-08-08
in response to "black lentil"'s prattle about sporky:
dude, how are you going to say that it's SAD that a kid named after a plastic fork and spoon combination i ate parfaits from kentucky fried chicken with when i was the same age he was when we were both on the farm does better growing up in the mainstream, using a username that's just a ripoff of kira's, and an incoherent one at that, and expect to be taken seriously? i mean, by anyone intelligent, obviously you succeeded in shutting down the thread and making a spectacle of hipforums moderatorship, but that's beside the point. or is it. heh. nevermind. good job genius.
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Posted by: post regarding revel's ego trip in zendik forums on 01-28-08
Revel: (clears throat) Everyone (in the context of this dicussion) IS Arol, and everyone else here for that matter. You ARE a weak masochistic conceited bitch, and a failure at life. I AM intelligent and confident enough not to bother wasting my time either advising or commanding you to "get some class" as I DO recognize the boundary between my responsibility and yours, and that IS the reality you have to face every day of your life, waking or sleeping. I AM the winner of that and any other existing argument for that matter, and I AM at this moment as these words are spoken, a better zendik than you, a better man than you, and a better person than you, BECAUSE my response to life is YES, to knowing that the one bearing the devils advocate excuse is the fool, the martyr, the retard, and the loser, being yourself, in that matter, of course. Cheers (to me). Blan.
Frog
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Posted by: whats wrong with my name on 01-25-08
god IS us, and wether or not i care about you doesn't need to be ADVERTISED. this dilema is the foundation of the zendik cult, which is founded and led psychically by me simply because i bear that name, and am conscious of it's fallacy, and THAT's what's behind zendik. That's the whole thing.
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