Thursday, August 4, 2016

Kickin' It Old School Day/Song #3

Alright, so one of the things I want to get out of this experiment is a whole new volume of Use Real Sugar, the classic MNHHNGBFS series of albums. This will be Use Real Sugar 10. I also want to get an El Polio De Condo EP out of this. I'm not quite sure how those will work together, as it's just not a Use Real Sugar if El Polio doesn't show up a few times. I went back to the classic MNHHNGBFS formula for this one, and then improvised a rhythm guitar track over that. Then came that patented stream-of-conscious El Polio writing method. I just let my mind wander and the things that come out of it are truly bizarre, as you'll read ahead.
Note: The following "lyrics" are meant to be read by Microsoft Sam aka "El Polio De Condo," and thus, words are often spelled phonetically. I'm a really awesome speller in real life, I promise you. I didn't get a red squiggly line ONCE in this post as I was typing it! And it's all one big ass paragraph, because reasons.

Day/Song #3: "El Polio De Condo - Baked Alaska"
Recorded 8/4/2016

Hello, you may know me, as el pole ee oh deeee con dough, but you may not know, that I am a baked, uh lasskuh. That's right, I am a state, and I am baked? That is the state of my robotic mind. My Cee pee, you? Do you see my pee? It is green, because robots piss out green coolant when they urinate. It's quite ex ill er ating. Some times, there is a fly in my house, and I like to smash it with a brick. Often, I miss the fly. And I wind up, smashing, the break, glass. I like to break glass in the house, because it reminds me of better times. Times when I wuz a young man sheen, and I would ride my billy goat down to burger king and order up a big mack. They would always tell me that the big mack wuz from a different store, but I would always wind up with a burger anyway? so I don't give three shits about any of that. True story. This other time, my mom took me to the rodeo, and a bowl hopped the guard wall! and went into the audience! This bowl murderkilled about thirty three hundred thousand peoples, my mother included. Fuck that cunt, I am glad she did the dying. It wuz a glorious afternoon morning sunset that  evening. I love time. Days go by so fast when you have no loved ones. It's ex ill err ating. I used to have sex with womens when I still had a man dong? Now that I have a robot dong? They won't make with the sexy no moe. I have to pay for it. the sex? now? and the prices keep getting higher, and higher, and higher. And so do I? I get higher? and higher! And haiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaigh? Higher? I like to shoot crack, rocks, into my butthole? these days. It's super ex ill er ating. What you do is you break down the crack rocks into something highly acidic, like soul furick acid, and then you suck that up into a huge oral surringe. And then you put it in your asshole and press the plunger in. Your ass, hole? Huge aynull surringe. The womens people all think that part is sexy, because I have a human asshole awn my cy borg body. The best part wuz that one time I over duh duh duhduh duh duh duhduh duh duh duh duhdosed and became a power ranger megazord? The womens thought I was becoming a man, but I was becoming more machine than man at that point. So I pointed out that she was getting paid either way, then I took my mekka peenoar and pumped it up to size thirty three meters and then I impaled the womens vadge and my mekka dong went out of her mouth. Then I turned awn my thrust function until she climaxed to death. it wuz super hot? i don't know. I paid her lifeless body which wuz still alive an extra thirty three pennies. Because I always pay for sexing with pennies. The womens love that, because it smells like copper and they have vadge of copper stink vadge. They should get that looked at? I don't know. I'm not a doctor. soipsoipsoipsoip lick my fucking testicles you nazi slut. soip soip soip, waiter, there's a fly in my soip. i ordered extra flies, so please add four hundred more flies to my soup? my soip! soipsoip. i'm gonna go to sleep now, but cy borgs do not sleep. By sleep? I mean? Charge. I have to Charge my batteredeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee's. House Of Pole Eee Oh! Where you'll never find a dead, my mom, in your treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious fried hobo. cat


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

"Let's do a mellow one" Day/Song #2

Yeah yeah, here we are back at it again for the second day in a row! ... Get your grandfather's prostate checked, you know he's a stubborn SOB.

This song is gonna be going onto my perpetually forthcoming "serious" solo album. The plan is to get a good chunk of songs I'm happy written and demo'd, then find a drummer who kicks dick, rehearse the material until we're so sick of it we're stoked on it again, and go into an actual studio and crank out the songs with a precise quickness. Or I'll just play everything because fuck it.
I don't know what the fuck this song is about. I had the chords kicking around for almost a year but never could find words to go with it. Spoiler alert: it's got words now. Here it is, "Good Advice"

Day/Song #2 - "Jay Best - Good Advice"
Written & Recorded 8/3/16

Moving on
Says the believer
But that's no fun
These feelings still linger
You think you've won
Quit wagging your finger

Step inside this hollowed wall
The light will guide you
Take heed, good advice
Will swallow you whole

It's all a stunt
Satisfy your demons
To act so blunt
There's no good reason
Steal what you want
Melancholy season
Sold and bought
On grounds of high treason



Tuesday, August 2, 2016

....and We're Back! Day/Song #1

This one is a potential contender to go on the seventh (jesus tittyfucking christ... seven!?!) Yesticles album, which as of this writing, does not have a title. I try to get at least one track onto every Yesticles album where I sing lead, Yesticles V: Skandalkonzert has the most "Jay songs" by far. So yeah, I needed a "Jay song" for the new Yesticles album and this kinda just splurted out of my gut at a rapid fury. Written/recorded between 4 and 6 AM. Enjoy.

Day/Song #1: "Yesticles  - Loose, or Tight?"
Written & Recorded: 8/2/2016

through the eye of the storm
we can touch everything
boy it sure is warm
and it's changing how we see

left or right
stay or flight
that's my m.o. today
dark or bright
loose or tight
it don't matter anyway

we are going some where
floating towards the light
it grabs me by the hair
drags me back into the night