Theta Phase: 2001(9)


THE REPTILE QUEEN (fox trot) Forestville CA 1 Nov 2000

I seduced the Reptile Queen, or maybe she seduced me I caressed her Reptile skin, or maybe she caressed me I conquered her reptile breast, or maybe she conquered me -- [chorus] You never know what's real with the Reptile Queen (2x) -- The Reptile Queen stared in my eyes, told me her story The Reptile Queen sat on my face, sat on my glory The Reptile Queen showed her skills, showed her sorcery [chorus] -- I try to worship the Reptile Queen, or maybe she worships me I try to devour the Reptile Queen, or maybe she devours me The Reptile Queen burns bright & cold, like flames on the sea [chorus] -- The Reptile Queen fills my hours, she fills my days The Reptile Queen bombards me with neutrons, with gamma rays The Reptile Queen drives my passion down infinite highways [chorus]

LOOK INSIDE (hypno-trance) Forestville CA 3 Nov 2000

[A multi-layered song, composed of fragments, modules, in staggered times, all of'em fairly fast, 1/8 notes, some in 7/8, 6/8, 11/8; 9/8 predominates; lyrics on the order of:] Look inside a little universe Look inside yourself instead, instead] Look inside a bigger universe Look inside the living dead, living dead Look inside a little system (uh) Look inside a little drug-dealer Look outside a bigger system (uh) Look inside your motives, your motives [et cetera] [Work on various texts like that, on each of these modules, so they run serially, and then start overlaying them, see if I can construct a method giving fairly pleasant harmonies, or at least not-too-awful harmonies, heh.] [And after those have played for a bit, take them, fade them slightly into background, and overlay a much slower, 1/2-speed or 2/3-speed subtext on the order of:] You can lie to me / You can lie to yourself But it doesn't do much good [And whispered variants of that slow counterpoint throughout.]

A LITTLE WIRE (rocker) Hilton, CA 6 Nov 2000

I've got a little wire in my brain, in my brain, in my brain The way I'm rigged up now I feel no pain feel no pain feel no pain My friends all wonder if I've gone insane, gone insane, gone insane I sure love this wire in my brain, in my brain, in my brain -- I've got a little implant in my head, in my head, in my head I don't see light, I see bright sounds instead, sounds instead I listen to the living and the dead, and the dead, and the dead I love this glowing wire in my head, in my head, in my head -- [break] I like my little implant chip, it makes me feel really hip It makes me think that you're a dip, dip-da-doo-doo, dip-da-doo-doo -- I've got the latest mind-control, mind-control, mind-control It's totally automated my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul I'm ready to rock, I'm ready to roll, roll, roll, roll, roll I sure do love my mind-control, mind-control, mind-control -- [break] Don't need no long-term deep hypnosis Don't need no subliminal posies, no magic roses Just gimmee a jolt and I goes, and I goes, and I goes, and I goes... -- [repeat the first verse]

I'M SO HAPPY (techno-rocker) Hilton, CA 6 Nov 2000

I'm so happy, happy (repeated 873 times, with technobeat & varying degrees of modulation & intensity, from a slight whisper to an agonized scream - I'm so happy, happy, happy...)

ANOTHER RITUAL (Like A Dream) GODZ [hypnojazz guitar] Forestville 8 Nov 2000

[a] Like a dream / Like a clue Just a scream / Just a few Just a faint banshee's song Rituals do go wrong Like a dream -- [a] Like a hope / Like a wreck Just a hope / Just a neck Just a fair sacrifice Lost in the broken ice Like a dream -- [b] Who did you drown in amber? What did you hope to conjure? Who'd you put on your altar? Did you en-joy the torture? -- [instrumental] -- [a] Like a fire / Like a flood Just desire / Just some blood Just continuity / In perpetuity Like a dream

WONDERING [E-A-G6-F#7 waltz] FV & Santa Rosa CA 13-14 Nov 2000

It's 3 in the morning, you quit masturbating An hour ago / you're just lying and waiting Wondering if I'll ever come home tonight Wondering if I'll ever be back -- It's 4 in the morning, there's screams out the window The fire trucks are here, everybody yells, "Jump! Jump!" Wondering if there's an ice-storm tonight Wondering if there's an shit-storm -- It's 5 in the morning, the vampire's returning The hunting was bood, the lips are so rosy Wondering about the next epidemic Wondering about the next plague -- It's 6 in the morning, you can't get to sleep There's something that gnaws at your memory again Wondering where all the life went, life went Wondering where all the time went

BARBARIAN (hip-hop) Forestville CA 18 Nov 2000

[from the soundtrack for CONAN THE CRUSTACEAN] It ain't so easy, being a barbarian Ya don't benefit from modern sanitation Ya might get sick from a TB vaccination Yer kinda weak on urban sophistication Yer easy meat for the Bureau of Investigation Yer lost at sea, no celestial navigation -- Ya don't care if ya got a good reputation Ya can't tell the esturine from the riparian Ya gotta get sewed up by a veterinarian Ya waste yer time masturbating a cetacean Ya lost yer Mama in a careless conflagration Ya never came back from Woodstock Nation -- Ya can't tell an atheist from a Unitarian Yer busted hunting squid in the Monterrey Aquarium Ya thought when ya cut her it was just a Caesarian Ya can't tell reality from virtual sensation Ya can't resolve a vicarious vexation Ya never went on a cultural vacation -- Ya don't comprehend illegal fornication There's no retirement benefits for being a barbarian Ya can't tell if you're swallowing Strontium or Cesium Yer blood runs cold when you hear the word 'trapezium' It ain't so easy, being a barbarian It ain't so easy, being a barbarian

PECULIAR Forestville CA 29 Nov 2000

A peculiar lover of logic and learning A peculiar lover of dragons and worms A peculiar kisser, a killer, a keeper - [chorus] Peculiar you, peculiar me, peculiar we - A probable cause, a likely result A peculiar demon of fire and frenzy A particular torture I barely remember [chorus] - A partial rebirth of some partial paradise A partial remembrance of daring and dance A partial rebuilding of lost universes [chorus]

NO EXCUSES Santa Rosa CA 1 Dec 2000

I cannot excuse your hate I cannot excuse your fear I cannot excuse your dreams I cannot excuse your dust - I cannot excuse my work I cannot excuse my death I cannot excuse my fright I cannot excuse my actions - I cannot excuse your lies I cannot excuse your bulk I cannot excuse your murder I cannot excuse your torpor - I cannot excuse my fire I cannot excuse my vote I cannot excuse my froth I cannot excuse my frenzy - I cannot excuse your life I cannot excuse your triumph I cannot excuse your shouts I cannot excuse your beauty - I cannot excuse my heat I cannot excuse my heart I cannot excuse my home I cannot excuse my hope

The F.B.I. (bouncy) Forestville CA 8 Dec 2000

[rhythmic intro] The F.B.I. is following you They're following me They're checking on us The F.B.I. is monit'ring us They're watching us closely Pulling surveillance - [rhythmic lines] The F.B.I. is tapping our phones They're wiring my bathroom Opening snail-mail The F.B.I. is monit'ring us They're watching our movements Scanning our eyeballs - [rhythmic lines] The C.I.A. is beaming in rays They're frying my mind They're driving me crazy The C.I.A. is boiling my blood They're probing my dog They're taking more samples - [rhythmic lines] [break] Wha-at do they want to know? Wha-at do they need to know? Wha-at are they going to find? [instrumental] - [rhythmic lines] The M.I.5 are helping'em out They're sharing resources Breaking our codes The K.G.B. is in competition Sending in doubles Trying to break us - [rhythmic lines] [instrumental] [fade]

XMAS XMas Eve (jazz/ballad) Forestville CA Dec 2000

It's snowing outside, I can't go home Let's crawl into bed and try to stay warm -- [chorus] It's XMas Eve, let's screw like weasels tonight -- The lights are blinking on the XMas tree I'll pump away just as rhythmically [chorus] -- [break] The snow is falling, our hormones are calling So let's start balling by the fire Jingle bells are jangling, my love is dangling With desire -- When Santa slides down the chimney with care He'll find that we've already been there [chorus] -- [instrumental - verse & chorus] [break] There's carolers at the door, let's invite'em in for more I'm so horny, I could do an elf or two The midnight chime is striking, I'm feeling like a Viking For you -- The fire's burnt down on our Yuletide log I'll cuddle with you and your hot little dog [chorus x2]

ONE AND RED (fingerpicked dobro rag) Forestville CA Dec 2000

One (one is all there is) Life (life is not enough) Time (time is all there is, time is not enough) - More (more is all there is) Red (red is bright enough) Wine (wine is all there is, wine is not enough) - No (no is yes is no) More (more is less or more) Fear (fear is yes, is no, is less, is more) - Run (run to me at last) From (from the bitter past) Here (here is all there is, here is not enough) - Low (low is where I feel) Slow (slow is where I deal) Man (man is what I am, man is all I am) - How (how and where and why) He (he and they and I) Ran (now and then and there, now is not enough) - [break] One and red, divine and dead, life and fear, there and here High and slow, hot and low, all and then, how we ran - No (no is yes is no) More (more is less or more) Time (time is all there is, time is not enough)

A MAN IS SPEAKING TO HIS DOG Forestville CA 19 Dec 2000

A man is speaking to his dog / His dog is looking up at him The man is gesturing boldly / The dog is licking his balls The man intones stark imperatives / The dog scratches at fleas - A man is speaking to his dog / The dog is peering up at him The man denounces his enemies / The dog wriggles on his back The man hangs his head and weeps / His dog is humping his leg - A man is speaking to his dog / A dog is squinting up at him The man regrets lost opportunities / The dog is worrying a bone The man thunders his defiance / The dog is pissing on a rock - A man is speaking to his dog / Dog dog is listening blankly The man whispers fervent prayers / The dog rolls over and farts The man enumerates his plans / The dog lies still on the floor - A man is speaking to his dog A man is speaking to his dog A man is speaking to his dog



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