Monday, December 17, 2018

Cassidopeus at Nucleus

Dear blogger.com,
oh it was horrible, I was stuck in a wind tunnel.
Oh how I could hardly explain it if I tried. & all these people eating beans.
Nothing at all but beans.

but I implore you, don't press me on it. That is all the past now.
Surely this blog will be visited more frequently, and posts will be made more
frequently.
& how lavish it will be!
Side banners will be upkept, and a brand new background will give glimpses
of hope in that the civil unrest of the modern age
could vanish just as much as the scowls held by us impersonators
could flip into a laughter
and a magic wand just may turn the fashionistas that we all are
into Humming Birds which take up less space.
And all of us zesty hummingbirds could have banners tapered to our tails
in which demonstrate the vividness of each our cause.





 Youtube is at it again! with the tinkering of controls that were perfectly fine to begin with. You can read about all my complaints about that in my brand new 422 page whopper of a book about things that annoy me. A novelette called All that Infuriates Me is going to be a wondrous pre-release to that. Much like all the pre-release gas I had to suffer through in that godforsaken wind tunnel. Why bring that up again!?

This here is a song called Cassidopeus at Nucleus. This was cut from the 48 minute version down to a healthy six. Re-recording it.  Putting some songs out by mid 2019, maybe earlier. Will fit the theme/feeling of this Nucleus song. 
Session of seven songs recorded @ this night--- ~ 10/14/2013.
GEEAEE was the guitar tuning, before that SUPER-JUMBO Epiphone was traded for the lovely Martin residing here now. Man I miss that thing but it was so big that it would clunk nearby objects during the recording process. and I wanted to switch to a more natural and warm sounding woodtop guitar, without the lamination. If I can pick up another of those Epiphones however, would love to do that.
Ok so I'm still trying to get video output settings ok. It's a tough ride. Reinstalling some programs onto another pc had reset all of the settings which were learned by happenstance and not by paying any attention to anything.  + all the vids for this demo channel are collaged in a drag + drop scenario. So they're free flow, why work crazily to hone up a video for a song that is going to be redone? Because stone cold said so? No, that rule doesn't apply very heavily, really.

I miss myspace. This new internet sucks cahones. Its just marketing and like-accumulations.  You can read more about my feelings of that in my book chapter for things that annoy me. It is sure to lessen the readers life span by 3.4 days.. which is no dent really. Traffic-waiting actually sucks more years from out of the human-being.

These are the lyrics to Cassidopeus @ Nucleus 

With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Later the Great Mother found it stapled to the underside of the great table
It was a while later when she had found it, actually.
Despite absidin'

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Actually I never really tried it on
The legs weren't parrallel and there wasn't even a hole between the shoulders.
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited from  the tribe
If not, devoured by them, luckily.

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Children    kick      the can.
A sign of life     and fun     and a sign of play.
and with uneven legs and no headhole,
even if ya could cram the suit on,
and rip through to fit,

"Do you remember
the stem about it
The box of desperate-descriptions:
The smell of graham crackers laying on the table with cinnamon
Another cult of ideas; live with it, move past it

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

"Why distant alcoves of reality acceleration?
"Why distant indeed"
"I think it's all kids games.
Kids games, kids games.
We replace that with this"

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

where new waterfalls hang
fixes crooked picture frames
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus

With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited by the tribe
If not devoured by them, luckily.

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

So mask wears a mask
fixes crooked picture frames
where new waterfalls hang
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!

With scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Who scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus

 
 Some papers were thrown on the floor around where I was recording and some other aspects were laid out as a chorus, so its a real ham and pepperjack fest that was breaded by stream of consciousness, which was really enjoyable when creating it. Except excited was sang where exiled was supposed to have been per-nounced.   That would probably earn seven or eight lashes from that god dang forsaken rule committee, but what can ya do? That is just so terrible!!!

Anyway I just want to say

Nobody trust these dogs!




They're liars pure and straight. If you see them, you'll know what I mean. I shouldn't have hired them as accountants anyway... but they will try to scam you out of some intense percentage intakes. Some people told me it was my own fault "Lee, you shouldn't have hired dogs to handle your accounts and to manage your booking and relegations" and all that. Well hell, they just plowed over everything and crapped every where and... I'd of been better off in that gassy wind tunnel the whole while.

Anyway blogger I'm afraid I'll probably drag myself back here someday, and loathe it once again. Yes, I will probably set foot  here again but don't think it's because I wanted to for crikeys sake. I will probably have some cause or project, and try and collect dollars to fund it... or maybe will have brains stormed something to get bought out by one of the seven companies remaking Colombia Pictures entire catologue again and again. Oh, we can remake the 100,000 Dalmations movie, as another idea, only replace all the dogs with Stimey-Pigs, and do it as a live-action adventure, and tarnish some legacies by having a Ethel Merman hologram real chalking it up. Gee, thanks a lot!
I feel like a damn dirty dog for saying that. Or any of this.
But you have to win some to lose some, or so they say. Who says that? People who don't win nothin! Okay, so I change that.
"You have to take off your ice skate before walking all over someone's face."
That used to be the motto of the auto industry, but it seems that even they have really changed tune.

Anyway, new sounds next year. Will send a copy to the moon. Will probably come with an inflatable frog & an autographed 8X10 of a part time dog-walker.
Going to now go and wash all of this "bloggery" from off of me
- a stimey, filthy pig