Skeletons & Hamburgers

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about

{TCE-053}

Theophagus Volume 9 is here!

Highlights in this installment include:

-- two tracks previously released on Las Pesadillas's score to the Bob Moricz film "MIDNIGHT OF MY LIFE" appear here in their uncut, full-length versions! (see here for the movie versions: laspesadillas.bandcamp.com/album/music-from-the-midnight-of-my-life)

-- Lucky X, a stalwart fixture of the Orangevale performing arts community (perhaps best known to the laity as the multi-instrumentalist concomitant to both bygone punk legends JOE 6 PACK, and as one-half of THE STALLION BROS.), performs here a dramatic reading of "I Hate You Deeply", a piece appearing within the Hot Letters section of the August 2000 issue of the controversial publication "Hustler."


And if anyone was wondering (hoping?) that the next volume would be the end, don't/do worry. Plenty more!

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released October 4, 2015

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Track Name: I Was and Am Content Not to Be Involved
I WAS AND AM CONTENT NOT TO BE INVOLVED

When I was a kid
All of my friends
Wouldn't play with me
'Cuz they were too busy playing D&D
Now that I'm a man
All of my friends
Won't go out drinking
'Cuz they're too busy playing Magic the Gathering
Track Name: Pecker Snot [feat. Lucky X]
PECKER SNOT [featuring Lucky X]

(reading paragraphs, out of order, from HUSTLER)
Track Name: Planet Happy Permanent Acid
PLANET HAPPY PERMANENT ACID

A thousand hits of acid and two thousand beady eyes
Someone kept a'talkin' 'bout the stars up in them skies
The weather not permitting (it was positively British)
The people kept a'marchin'
Gettin' twitchy, gettin' skittish
On the planet Pomegranate
Dead in the water again
On the planet Pomegranate
I'll keep on saying I'm doing the best that I can
Wish I may, I wish I sodo-mite be the star tonight
Jealous of the four from long ago on a "ton of Fu"
Give the grease to Squeaky over there
That would make the third wheel you
A thousand beady eyes beheld a thousand-mile-wide eye
Above a mouth that bellowed down from up there in the sky
A thousand cotton-mouths but not a dry eye to be found
A thousand heads crack open, scattering the seeds around
Around the planet Pomegranate
We'll never really be free
From the planet Pomegranate
But we'll keep saying the best we can do is say, "wish I may"
Lookin' like a zombie when I last saw Jim alive
And I bet he mixed a thousand drinks since 1995
Track Name: Liquid Smoke
LIQUID SMOKE*

I'm cleanin' up like a fuckin' street sweeper
Get more honey than a fuckin' bee keeper
So put up your guard if you're gonna act hard
If you're gonna be a turd, then go lay in the yard
Get out the way or you will get moved
Kid tested, motherfucker approved
So much bank I can open my own branch
Jehovah Supernova at Cordova Ranch
I defy and I decree no one try to silence me
It's L[iquid] S[moke] D[ogg] with the soda and scotch
Old MacDonald had a farm, bi-yi-yee-yi-otch
Do so much dirt I put the "man" in "manure"
Do so much dirt I don't smoke pot, I smoke potting soil
THE KING COBRA GONNA COIL!!
Evil has no boundries - just call me "The Slayer"
If the volume splits your head then go and get some Bayer, player
I turn my stereo down for no man
That ain't even in my motherfuckin' program
I bump the shit as loud as it'll go
Feelin' HELLA fucked-up drivin' to the liquor store
Then I hit the freeway, mash the gas to the motherfuckin' floor

* this is my "RAP NAME" yo
Track Name: Not the Cowboys From Hell Again
actionable Pantera infringement
Track Name: Gorilla, Cow, Lion, and Whale
GORILLA, COW, LION, AND WHALE

Sister's on the couch with a shirt and panties on
Brother's in his room, bustin' caps
Papa's in the bedroom, snoozin' naked on the bed -
Momma spreads for Papa's picture snaps
Raisin' hell and stealin', makin' clean sweeps after dark
Some things "gang aft-a gley"
Brother pushes Papa 'till the final straw, it snaps
Papa chases little Bro' away
Hand on the shifter, it's a midnight run
We're hellions in training with a BB gun
"In a time unsafe to walk the streets"
We ride our bikes, anyway
We don't give a good goddamn about the traffic
While they duck from the Redi-Whip spray
Suited up for action, the Assailants rock out
The sugar rush has got me kinda high
Am I a man or mouse or am I just a little kid?
Drunk on roof and looking to the sky
Track Name: The Drink
THE DRINK

I am innocent because I haven't done anything
But there, with flowing* hair
So far down the bar I saw
Oh yes, I think
You could be the squaw that stirs the drink
Could I buy you one?
One more frosty cool drink and I'm FUCKED

* some sources read "glowing"
Track Name: She's My Grain
SHE'S MY GRAIN

She's my grain
Against her I will go
My coal train now runs on diamonds
Last Tango in Clarksville
Bang Mango's coming to get me
Track Name: proFAN
nvm
Track Name: When I Say Jump
yep
Track Name: Polymoon
POLYMOON

Every month on the Mediterranean
I head out for the tracks just a block away from Chinatown
Saw my uncle through the bars while visiting the jail
Then I hopped a train at the railyard four blocks down
Told you it was a game, you didn't believe
But you will find out soon
Kneelin' on the real estate
underneath that Polymoon
Five streets up to the parking garage
Stole a car in the district of red
Took a chance on the way to the double-W bar
Got wasted and almost arrested
As I fled toward the rich part of town
And that's when I passed out in the car
Track Name: Tone & Bars [feat. Rockford Zoloft]
TONE & BARS [feat. Rockford Zoloft]

I'm not trying to be trendy
Even the losers you know have lives and lots of money
It's about the time I start talking to myself
and drooling in my noodles
or waiting for the phone to ring
Self-obsessed and involved
with my subconscious legal pad doodles
Oh lordy lord, Mr. Ignored - and proud, in a way
I'm pacing myself to mowing the yard
on a bright sunny day
Jesus, give me a chance
I was chasing the dog through the hall
when I saw my belt on the sofa -
but not until I lost my pants
How long, baby, until you catch me walkin' outside?
It's a useless pursuit
I was all over it
I was all alone
I just can't wait till I see stars
Sleeping alone in front of tone and bars
...
...
...kooky ka-ka is koming to get you!
Track Name: Totally Clean
TOTALLY CLEAN

One of these things is not the same
I'm losing my direction
The other me
Don't know where I am
Leaden tongue and abdomen is sinking
Preserve innocence
Early mornin' sunshine
Directly overhead
Burn my stomach red and then on into black
I got a right mind to get me somethin' nourishing
And real
Nothing's the same
Another plane experience
Modified to satisfy
Block it
Block that thought
Hold it back and then some
Never all there
But it couldn't hurt to try
A noisy ride in silence
Ticker-tape charade
A man's gotta do what a child(never can)'s gotta do
Settle down
And settle for nothing less than nothing
Never say you'll never be back here
Settle for nothing less than nothing
Settle for nothing less than nothing
Track Name: Poop Deck Anthem
POOP DECK ANTHEM

Stereo Cassette Tape Deck CO-4020 Fisher
Stereo Cassette Tape Deck CO-4020 Fisher
Stereo Cassette Tape Deck
Track Name: DJ Tick's Mix / Arbitronic Exoticizer
DJ TICK'S MIX /
ARBITRONIC EXOTICIZER

I will need society to listen to me scream
Antisocial messages that are just what they seem
Ornamental waterfall is soothing to my mind
Ornamental waterfall is soothing all the time
The hand grips the handle
The wood and the metal
The crank on the wheel
The angry bed of petals
Track Name: Venus of the Simile (AKA Bronze Turd)
VENUS OF THE SIMILE [aka BRONZE TURD]

Sleepy-eyed baby with love to spare
She put a tattoo on her ankle and she tied back her hair
If she's the pendulum, we must be looking down the pit
And here's the situation from the seat in which I sit
A game of wit, the bait of tit, a childish little shit
And a pair of pawns - that turd is bronze
With the satin on her ass and trouble on her brain
Eventually she found herself a-burnin' in the rain
Track Name: Rock Donkey
ROCK DONKEY

If a gnome said he loves the gray
is this somethin' I can say?
'cause I love the stuff you play
I love the croon
A set of mortal strings
Velvet torture what it brings
Just to shake my fav'rite things
Shootin' the moon
You got the rune
Purple lagoon
Superlative tune
Dead like a goon
Be my rock donkey
Be my rock donkey
For I'm a rock donkey
I wanna be rock donkey worldwide
Track Name: Nehama
6/8 MAIN: F#-A-G.Ab.Ab/G.Ab.Ab-Bb/B
(mainvox/lead: c#.b.bb.f#...--c#.d.c#.b...--b.c.c./b.c.c--bb.../eb.e.eb)
6/8 CHORUS: E-G/F#+*-A-B7/C#m7 [*"G" on F#]
CHORUS picked: G/F#+ = g.b.d/f#.bb.d; C#m7 = c#.e.b {B on A string}
TRANS, CH to MAIN picked: c#.e.f#/ab.f#.e-c#.eb.e/f#.b.c# {C#m/E-B/D.E.A}
Track Name: Tranny Crawl
TRANNY CRAWL

I can recall loving the scent of clover and flame,
a warm summer night, poets in heat, all fall
for one, one in the same but out of my sight
Watch us both not watch us -
Transmission must hit her -
You knock me unconscious -
My transmissometer buried and pinned from your light
My Transylvanian Saturday night
I overheard just what I missed
and right where I stood I traveled back
Up in the sky I saw the three
and it was good
Watching me act around my lie
There was the one who saw me through -
saw through me then -
Me and Loose Lips missing the point
The one wanted two - I wanted ten
Track Name: Job Security (AKA Zombie March)
Original full-length version of the zombie march music as featured in the score to the smash hit motion picture "Midnight of My Life"
http://laspesadillas.bandcamp.com/album/music-from-the-midnight-of-my-life
Track Name: Discrete Protection
DISCRETE PROTECTION

[lyric sheet missing]
Track Name: Bruisy
(from journal: "...[a] highly humiliating bit of introspection. I was obviously suicidal, if I was wistfully analyzing, at twenty-one, the end of my life's path.")

BRUISY

Maybe I didn't live enough as a kid
Maybe I wasn't the person I should've been
But then who's to say
If I had my way
I wouldn't have ended up dead?
Or maybe just a little bit sore to the touch
Bruisy and me are the same
Bruisy's got the same last name
Bruisy is just like me
Bruisy's who I want to be
Maybe ol' Bruisy is better for it
Maybe I should have been more like him
Than him be like me and fall from a tree
Is that what I meant to have said?
Bruisy is just like me
Bruisy's who I want to be
Bruisy's my very best friend
Bruisy just can't self-defend
Me thinks the reflection doth protest too much
Track Name: The Horn Section
THE HORN SECTION

It was very still that day
I was just a music reporter you might say
Sent to write down everything at a famous concert
To hear a horn section play
And when they played in turn, I heard
The people noticed not a third
And most just said, "one out of three ain’t bad"
And of all those in the crowd
Not too many dug it; they said it was too loud
Then I saw it happening
One-hundred and forty-four thousand started to sing:
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock 'em down!
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock this town!
North East West South
{don't look a fire-horse in the mouth}
Five months passed and still they blew
And still the ones who hated it remained (despite the bugs)
Fragrant smoke from a burning censer
And still I wrote my paper, but the thunder part was censored
because I ate the evidence - and I tell you, ladies and gents -
it tasted sweet but it made me feel so bad
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock 'em down!
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock this town!
North South West East
{the opening act for the headlining beast}
Two more salesmen's song-and-dance
Echoed in their ears as a kind of a last chance
And when they died it was X-mas time
(if you'll pardon my expression and pardon my rhyme)
And that's when it got weird...
Track Name: It Really Is The Little Things After All
it really is the little things after all really is the lyrics to it really is the little things after all after all
Track Name: Planet Happy Permanent Acid [remake]
PLANET HAPPY PERMANENT ACID [remake version]

A thousand hits of acid and two thousand beady eyes
Someone kept a'talkin' 'bout the stars up in them skies
The weather not permitting (it was positively British)
The people kept a'marchin'
Gettin' twitchy, gettin' skittish
On the planet Pomegranate
We'll never really be free
On the planet Pomegranate
I'll keep on saying I'm doing the best that I can
Wish I may, I wish I sodo-mite be the star tonight
Jealous of the four from long ago on a "ton of Fu"
Give the grease to Squeaky over there
That would make the third wheel you
A thousand pair of eyes beheld a thousand-mile-wide eye
Above a mouth that bellowed down from up there in the sky
A thousand cotton-mouths but not a dry eye to be found
A thousand heads crack open, scattering the seeds around
Around the planet Pomegranate
Dead in the water again
From the planet Pomegranate
But we'll keep saying the best we can do is say, "wish I may"
Lookin' like a zombie when I last saw Jim alive
And I bet he mixed a thousand drinks since 1995