Posts tagged: avant garde
Been a while since I’ve done a spoken word song like this. Although, I suck at writing poetry.
Tired, Chaos
Tired, Chaos slips his slippers from his feet
And settles in to his cold, hard bed.
Fluffing his pillows and setting his alarm for the
Next Great Millennium.
Looking forward to his night of ordered dreams.
While off in the distance,
Through his stained glass windows,
There sits a figure once there,
Then not,
Echoing in the night’s falling breeze,
Taking care not to step on humanity’s horizon.
But they take great pains not to notice,
And sully the name they place upon it,
Like any good traveler should,
And break it down to the bare essentials,
Like heaven and fire and would.
They, of all things,
Of all creatures and good Samaritans,
They are the craftsmen,
The makers that could,
When time is cursed,
And when time is good,
Wrap themselves in shells and shall it
Always,
Simply,
Be.
They can’t deny the churning tide,
The weeds that do bloom,
The ones that do not,
The seasons that are cold,
And the ones that are hot,
The bricks held together by millions of rocks,
The flesh that’s festered with insects and rot.
But, oh, how they deny,
When one lays eyes upon the skies,
No one listens,
No thing is there,
But scattered spores upon the air.
While off in the distance,
Past thin atmospheres,
Past all the rocks,
And past all the spheres,
Where light seems to travel for years,
And years,
And years,
Lies Awakened Chaos.
Another experimental song. This time I used a random sentence generator to come up with the words then sent them through a text-to-speech program and added random notes on the keyboard and guitar as well as various noises. It sounds a little weird. I must do it again sometime.
Consulting Chestnut Rage
The arresting roof brackets a diner in a welfare autumn
The umbrella smokes against the wisdom
An identifying toe highlights a teapot against any external anguish
The error progresses without the bogus wish
Should the scientific dentist keep the badge?
Will the material bay smile beneath the lavatory?
This satellite ink routs the exhaust over a dim why
An array cooperates on top of the sky
Throughout a fragile idiom emerges an altered envelope
The struggle plasters a refrain
The struggle plasters a refrain
The struggle plasters a refrain
The rank mechanism reminders the moron below a cosmic straw
A disconnected doctor lies
The ignorant turntable lies
The lamp despairs!
A mob mends outside a stare
The water hurts into the mnemonic sun
Outside this guidance bolts the punch
A practicable champion expands underneath an informative robot
The generic robot stamps inside the former thought
Throughout a fragile idiom emerges an altered envelope
How can the continuous death chew opposite his cookie?
Will the sworn genius bother a definitive compromise?
How will an inaccessible philosopher underline the dominant reporter?
Why does the anarchy stunt the lover?
Can a blade persist?
Will the mill twist?
Why won’t the contour smell?
How does the office butter the unobtainable molecule?
A god misguides the complex
Always Leave Your Condoms in Your Truck
This is a little experimental song I did using a previous song I wrote, Wall of Vaginas, speeding it up, and cutting and pasting it between a conversation I recorded of my neighbor and his friends. The sound quality isn’t all that great as I recorded it with a voice recorder through my door, but I think you can make out the basic premise of what’s going on.
“Like Finding a Laser in a Sunstack”
This was another experiment I did. I took the idea of xenochrony and attempted it a slightly different way. Here, the rhythm guitar is playing in 11/12, the percussion is playing in 5/4, the bass is playing in 7/8, and the lead guitar is playing in 4/4. As this was an experiment, I tried to keep everything simple so there’s no real complexity in what’s being played. As with my previous experiment I recorded all the parts individually, including the lead.
“Wall of Vaginas”
This was an idea I had for an experiment. I recorded three guitars playing random notes. I didn’t listen to what the other guitars were playing, I just recorded them each individually to see what would come out. It didn’t turn out the way I thought it would, but it’s interesting none the less.
“Making Love to a Vampire with a Monkey on My Knee,” from Captain Beefheart’s penultimate album, Doc at the Radar Station.
RIP Don Van Vliet (January 15, 1941 – December 17, 2010).
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The pond shined dry like a ladies compact
Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts
Squirting yellow pollen…cocks…
Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks
Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing
Gnats fucked my ears ‘n nostrils
Hit my brain like hones ‘n numbed t’ nothing
Wings stuck on liquid bones
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The moon poured hollow down my milky leg
Splashed still ‘n moved
The wind peed down the willows ‘n pricked the needle vine
The monkey moved a fur shadow… its soot tail curled in twos
Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose
Her throat broke open… glistened in the dew
Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too
Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin ‘n tooth within
A locket… a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within
‘N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then
The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time
I sensed you then ‘n whispers spin ‘n flow in silver dust
Around the pointed pin
Sent to nothing
God, please fuck my mind for good
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Oh fuck that thing.. .fuck that poem…eyes crawl out with maggots
White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades
Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please
Take my hand ‘n join me… too soon its clutches gleams
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Death be damned… life
“Passing the Time.” This is what I do when I’m sober.
Valouraform
I normally don’t post any of the avant garde music I make, but I don’t have anything else to fucking post. Here’s one I started working on today. I plan on going back and adding more to it, but it took me nearly an hour before I got this much and it’s only two guitars and a bass. It’s done using a pseudo-12-tone system.
This song is Certified Organic by Griff.
The conclusion to this two part nonsense. If you’d like to hear one of my “real” songs, check out Louisiana Bayou. Some of the lyrics are featured here and in the first part, but I ended up writing an entire song based on the chorus.
Skoobadeepop
SIDE TWO
Dead carcasses and cobwebs
Ham
Ham
Shaking Chicken
Shakity shee
Shakity shit
Shaking chicken is such a bitch
Shakity shee
Shakity doo
Shaking chicken in rubber boots
Skoo
(“Instrumental”)
Nipples
Two little nipples
Many miles apart
Dub Nasty
So what the fuck you got against the Dub Nasty?
So what the fuck you got against the Dub Nasty?
So what the fuck you got against the Dub Nasty?
That motherfucker is nasty as hell
Where Did It Come From?
Where did it come from?
Red Ball
Red ball
Beach ball
I Think It’s a Bird
I think it’s a bird
Ashtray
It’s time to dump the cigarette butts out
So I can fill it up again
Fireside
Kiss me by the fireside
Louisiana Bayou
Well I sold my soul in the Louisiana Bayou
Satan gonna save my soul
And I sold my soul in the Louisiana Bayou
Gonna make a lot of gold
Caffeine
There’s too much caffeine in my body
And I don’t think I’ll go to sleep tonight
There’s too much caffeine in my body
And I’m not gonna sleep tonight
copyright 2009 GriffMusic
So it’s come down to this. Having nothing new to post, I broke down and compiled my Skoobadeepop songs. What’s Skoobadeepop you ask? It’s a new musical genre I invented while I was apparently insane or on the brink thereof. A more detailed explanation can be found here. Here’s the first in a two part song or album or something called,
Skoobadeepop
SIDE ONE
Man, polar bears are assholes
It’s a Day
It’s a day
It’s a nice day
I just can’t believe it
Skoo Ba Da
(“Instrumental”)
Mr. Coffee
Mr. Coffee
In the morning
Mr. Coffee
In the night
And it keeps me from sleeping
Every night
Mr. Coffee and Mrs. Cream
Louisiana Bayou
Go on down
Going down
To the Louisiana Bayou
Gonna get up early in the morn
Go on down
Going down
To the Louisiana Bayou
See you in a month or so
Charlie Was a Man
Charlie was a man
And you know that he will get real far
He’ll get real far
Kicking a Coin
Kicking a coin
In a bucket of dreams
Bucket of dreams
Oh my
I Don’t Wanna Work Today
I don’t wanna work today
But you must do what we say
I don’t wanna work today
But you have to to get paid
Capitalism
I know it’s just a sinister plot
To make me want it
And I know it’s just a sinister plot
To make my buy it
Colander
Colander
I never had myself a fucking colander
Colander
Now I can drain shit now I can drain shit
Pinky Dijon
Pinky Dijon
That’s what I’m saying
Pinky Dijon
That’s what I mean
Shaking Chicken
Shakity shee
Shakity shoo
Shaking chicken in a shoodootdoo
Shakity shee
Shakity sha
Shaking chicken in a shoodootda
Shakity shee
Shakity shee
Shaking chicken in a dodootdee
Bouillabaisse
Bouillabaisse
Package
I’m gonna cut a fucking slit in the package
I’m gonna cut a fucking slit in the package
I’m gonna cut a fucking slit in the package
Yeah
Spicy Beef Taco
Spicy beef taco
Spicy beef taco
Sour cream
Lettuce and salsa
Don’t forget the guacamole
Spicy beef taco
Spicy beef taco
Spicy beef taco
Yeah
Savory Pork Patty
Savory pork patty
With mash potata corn
copyright 2009 GriffMusic
