Like Weird Al’s “Word Crimes”? Try Kat330’s “Play on Words”!

kat330:

July 17, 2014

Listening to Internet radio yesterday, I caught the tail end of a Weird Al Yankovic song, so I pulled up the playlist to see its title is “Word Crimes.” Went searching on the web to find out it was a brand new release on Tuesday, July 15th, a track on his “Mandatory Fun.” Then I…

Ballad about a lone sailor caught in Pacific doldrums circa 1910, only his dreams for sustenance.

This song was inspired by my love of classic South Sea stories by Jack London, Hugo Pratt, Louis Becke, Robert Louis Stevenson and Henri de Vere Stacpoole. Some of the lyrics are adapted from Stacpoole’s poem “Blue Horizon,” a paean to Oceania.

I thought it would be an interesting contrast if those images would be a memory or dream of a sailor caught in the doldrums, without an engine or wind to carry him to his destination.

Musically the song owes something to Jeffrey Lee Pierce’s “Lucky Jim” from Gun Club’s final album of the same name.

BLUE HORIZON

Where lie the lands of new romance?
Not where the northern breakers fall
Lands where golden monkeys dance,
The blue horizon holds them all

Below the Spanish parallels
Above the grey Magellan Straits
They lie where summer weaves her spells
And island after island waits

But I’m out here now, out alone at sea
No land in sight, not even the slightest breeze

Albacore, palms and pearls
Beauty light, the bluest seas
The laughter of young dusky girls-
Take all your problems - give me these

These, and tradewinds fair and wide
Carry us, lagoons await
For those who take the wind as guide,
And blue horizon for their bait

But my sails lie slack, and I feel unease
Provisions are low, there’s not even the slightest breeze

I still want a chance, I wish to dance
Touch the soil with my bare feet
I think of North, the cold expanse
I think of her, of Marguerite

So where lie the lands of new romance?
Where lies the wind, that sudden squall?
Lands where dusky girls still dance,
The blue horizon holds them all…

But I’m out here now, out alone at sea
No land in sight, not even the slightest breeze

Mettänpeitto (Forest Cover)

Tässä runolaulu jonka kirjoittelin tuossa huhtikuun lopulla, salanimellä Filemon Rusto, kuvitteellisesta kirjasta “Vanhoja Turinoita”

A song-poem in Finnish I wrote a couple of months ago. Story of a man, angry with his wife, walks into the forest and gets lost under ‘forest cover,’ a state of suspended animation of sorts from Finnish folk mythology, for decades. When he awakens, through seeing the squirrel change its winter coat to summer (from grey to brown), he quickly rushes back home feeling bad for getting upset, only to find out their young child is now an old man and his wife long gone. Inconsolable, he walks back into the forest…

"Mettänpeitto"

Kerran kuljin kasken kera
Mettä mies mä muinoin
Kannon korvess käppailin
Jätin taakse pellon puiston

Jossen muistele mie
Niin elä elä sie
Korven kupeen kantareella
Mene muija mökkiin möröttamaan
Mie jatkan hiiden helaan

Kulin kotvan ees ja toisenkin
Kulin läpi tuon kaihon korven
Koivua kaarnaa kaunista
Läpi mettän muisteloiden

Sitten kattelin mie
Että älä älä vie
Kun en lehtoa tunnennukkaan
Ja kotvasen kiersin kaarsinkin
Kunnes istuin kumpareen kuppiin

Tota aattelin poikaani pellavapäätä
Ku se aattona aitass istui
muijakin mua taas miellytti
kaiho kova se syömmeen koski

Sitten kuuntelin mie
Tuli olo olo nie
Etten jaksannu seisoakkaan
Paikalla pysyin minä pyrstölläni
Kunnes alko aikakin seisahtaakkin

Meni yö meni päivä meni toinenkin
Ja mie siinä sit vaan istuin
Ees linnunlauluu en kuullukkaan
Mettänpeittoon miekin uinuin

Tuli kesä tuli talvi tuli toinenkin
Ja mie siinä viel vaan keikuin
Tämä maahisen maa aina ajan taa
Katoin kuinka ne puut vaan kasvoi
Katoin kuinka ne puut vaan kasvoi
Katoin kuinka ne puut vaan kasvoi…

***

Aika se vieri alla auringon
Kunnes kurre se siihen istui
Kanssa unohretun siinä seurassa mun
Käänsi turkkinsa ylös-alas

Sit taas kuulin mä sen
Titityyn pikkasen
Ja havahduin maailmalle
Nousin minä ylös ja kattoin minä alas
Juoksin kotiin pois kumpareelta

Mutta ajaton on ties
Ja akaton on mies
Joka jää sinne mettänpeittoon
Voipi vuosia vielä vierähtää
Kunnes vauvast’ on tullut vanhus

Saattaa unnohtaa maailma se sinutkin vaan
Ja taas takas sinne mettään meinaat
Silmät vesissä meet mitä vaan sinä teet
Ja taas takas sinne mettään meinaat
Taas takas sinne mettään meinaat
Taas takas sinne mettään meinaat
Taas takas sinne mettään meinaat…

4/25/2014 11:30

Hey! Listen! kat330:

June 15, 2014 Happy Father’s Day to all you daddy-o’s out in SoundCloudland! Had it in mind a while to develop a song around a cool kitten copy editor, Grammar Puss, and the village wordsmithy, Wilder Witt III, her cool cat cunning linguist. I would jot down a lyric once in a while but couldn’t settle on a style to deliver the song. I was leaning toward Minnie’s “If You See My Rooster” or Simone’s “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl,” but even if my suggestive lyrics are up their alleys, my pipes clearly are not. I was considering something more Eartha-ly coKitt-ish when, out of the blue, a notion of doo-wop style landed in my lap or thereabouts. Wasn’t certain if it would work well with my words, but in the end I actually appreciate the dissonance of double entendre lyrics set in a sweetly innocent musical genre.  My instrumentation includes the usual suspects but might mention I contributed the “bum-bum-bum-bum” vocal low notes. I tried using a REAPER effect to take it down another octave where I actually wanted it, but it just didn’t sound right. The shuffling drum track and closed-hat chorus beats are off of a Zoom RhythmTrak machine JT (Philo) got for me. Sure hope this brings a smile to all you super cool cats and kittens out there! xxxooo Play on Words (Doo-wop You Do to Me) You have a way with words, as well this kitten knows. You went from good to verse, perfected purple prose. You know that iamb ode beside your syncopated beat.  Tease me with your wordplay, you cunning linguist you. Take poetic license, show me all your quill can do. No syntax will be levied on our nothings whispered sweet.  BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring Now your grammar puss is purring Hear my haiku-ing out in delight We’ll form a bona fide couplet tonight!  You’re just my typeface (comic sans), a font of fun The way you simile like a brightly burning sun. ☼ Your dangling participle is my favorite part of speech.  BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring Now your grammar puss is purring  Hear my haiku-ing out in delight We formed a bona fide couplet tonight!  We doubled our entendres, and you rapped me in your rhyme. Your assonance so tight can parse me any time. Your irony is hot again, it’s time to steam the sheets…. …with our blended body heat.  Written, performed, recorded and produced by Kathleen Martin [June 14, 2014] Cover art/design by JT Lindroos
Hey! Listen!

kat330:



June 15, 2014

Happy Father’s Day to all you daddy-o’s out in SoundCloudland!

Had it in mind a while to develop a song around a cool kitten copy editor, Grammar Puss, and the village wordsmithy, Wilder Witt III, her cool cat cunning linguist. I would jot down a lyric once in a while but couldn’t settle on a style to deliver the song. I was leaning toward Minnie’s “If You See My Rooster” or Simone’s “I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl,” but even if my suggestive lyrics are up their alleys, my pipes clearly are not. I was considering something more Eartha-ly coKitt-ish when, out of the blue, a notion of doo-wop style landed in my lap or thereabouts. Wasn’t certain if it would work well with my words, but in the end I actually appreciate the dissonance of double entendre lyrics set in a sweetly innocent musical genre.

My instrumentation includes the usual suspects but might mention I contributed the “bum-bum-bum-bum” vocal low notes. I tried using a REAPER effect to take it down another octave where I actually wanted it, but it just didn’t sound right. The shuffling drum track and closed-hat chorus beats are off of a Zoom RhythmTrak machine JT (Philo) got for me. Sure hope this brings a smile to all you super cool cats and kittens out there! xxxooo

Play on Words (Doo-wop You Do to Me)

You have a way with words, as well this kitten knows.
You went from good to verse, perfected purple prose.
You know that iamb ode beside your syncopated beat.

Tease me with your wordplay, you cunning linguist you.
Take poetic license, show me all your quill can do.
No syntax will be levied on our nothings whispered sweet.

BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring
Now your grammar puss is purring
Hear my haiku-ing out in delight
We’ll form a bona fide couplet tonight!

You’re just my typeface (comic sans), a font of fun
The way you simile like a brightly burning sun. ☼
Your dangling participle is my favorite part of speech.

BRIDGE: Your mighty pen is stirring
Now your grammar puss is purring
Hear my haiku-ing out in delight
We formed a bona fide couplet tonight!

We doubled our entendres, and you rapped me in your rhyme.
Your assonance so tight can parse me any time.
Your irony is hot again, it’s time to steam the sheets….
…with our blended body heat.

Written, performed, recorded and produced by Kathleen Martin [June 14, 2014]
Cover art/design by JT Lindroos

This newest MarLin collaboration was inspired by the story seen here:http://greenvillagebali.com/gallery/http://greenvillagebali.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/D7H32801.jpg

This newest MarLin collaboration was inspired by the story seen here:

http://greenvillagebali.com/gallery/
http://greenvillagebali.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/D7H32801.jpg

I came up with the first verse in the early 1990s, when I first started writing lyrics to imaginary songs. It was likely a combination of reading Science Fiction, John Keel, and listening to Hawkwind’s “Space Ritual.”

So (Hi Harry!) I was reading John Keel again, and I remembered the little rhyme, and thought it might be a fun little piece to try and fix up with another vintage instrumental. Lo and behold, Link Wray’s “The Bad and the Good” from the great Norton vinyl “Big City After Dark” (which I also bought in the early 90s) was a spectacular fit. So I quickly wrote the rest of the words and recorded it in two takes. This is take 2, live over the instrumental with no edits.

As usual, my apologies to Link, god among mortals. If you like this bastardization of his great tune, go buy some vintage vinyl from the good folk at Norton Records:
nortonrecords.gostorego.com/catalogsear…q=link+wray

Of Unknown Origin
(Gristle/Wray)

once there was water
once there was air
and when there was air
there were six eyes to stare
through lightyears in space
the whole human race
of unknown origin…
of unknown origin…

and then there was wind
and then there was fire
and once there was fire
the whole world turned barren
through lightyears in space
the whole human race
of unknown origin…
of unknown origin…

and now there is wind
and now there is air
and now that there is air
there are just two eyes to stare
of unknown origin…
of unknown origin…

and so there is water
and so there is fire
and since there’s been fire
we do what they desire
through lightyears in space
the whole human race
of unknown origin…
of unknown origin…

I wrote “Teenage Strangler” last year, attempting to tackle a 50’s b-movie theme: Juvenile delinquents and horror with a bit of Corman-school social commentary. In other words, entertainment with a twist.

Having had ‘great success’ with my previous mashup, reworking Warren Zevon to the tune of The Catalinas (https://soundcloud.com/philo-gristle/lawyers-guns-money-philo-the), I prowled through my own lyrics stash while listening to a bunch of great instrumental tunes. Lo and behold, the lightning strikes, and again Frankenstein’s Monster rears its ugly head.

In actuality, this is a slowed-down instrumental from the great Link Wray during his Swan years, b-side to 1963’s “Week End” called “Turnpike U.S.A.” which I bastardized by spewing my lyrics on top of it. My apologies to Link, god among mere mortals. Somebody with more talent could make this a nifty little garage original.

Check out the full-speed original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCM_b51NA9M

And buy some vintage Link Wray on vinyl from the good folk at Norton Records:
http://nortonrecords.gostorego.com/catalogsearch/result/index/?limit=all&q=link+wray

Teenage Strangler, USA
(Gristle/Wray)

Down in the alley behind Louie’s Bar
The strangler sees the weasel ogling out the bazaar
Sleazy like Soho, but no Ripper tonight
Nearby sound the sirens for a gang fight

The chains slam and rattle
The Strangler’s all astraddle
Like tiger after cattle, ready for the squeeze
No! No! No!

Next day the papers say “The Strangler Strikes Again!”
But the Strangler goes to school, just another day
Tomorrow’s for the youth, so why not today?
The Strangler figures ‘time to make them adults pay.’

The kids yak and gamble
The froggie gets the scalpel
The Strangler’s hippocampal’s on a losing streak
Hop! Hop! Hop!

(instrumental break)

When the night comes around, back at Louie Louie
The Strangler’s after another, when the bullets start to fly
The lights flare up, out comes the press release:
“The Teenage Strangler’s shot down by the police”

The cops are in a huddle
The Strangler’s in a puddle
All couples in a cuddle now that the world is safe
Go! Go! Go!

“Teenage Killer!” scream the news next day
They’re selling all out, making plenty of hay
Captain and the Chaplain and the Senator all pray
“Let’s let another loose, make it Judgement Day!”

Big brass won’t let go
All the kids now hear is “no!”
If tomorrow’s for the youth, then why not today?

As I shuffle into my old age, I seem to be losing my native sense of shame. So under my nom de plume, Philo Gristle, I sometimes write and compose songs despite having little to no ability to sing or play an instrument. I even sometimes decide to cover (or piss on the graves of) some truly great artists. So…. Here’s a newly recorded “oldie.” Philo on the vocals while The Catalinas provide the beat.

In actuality, this is a forgotten 1959 instrumental by The Catalinas, released on the Fortune Records label in Detroit, Michigan. It was the B-side to “Long Walk.” Fortune was best known for releasing such R&B acts as Andre Williams, John Lee Hooker, and Nathaniel Mayer.

For some reason it occurred to me that Warren Zevon’s “Lawyers, Guns and Money” lyrics would work with it, which they kinda do. And given that I love wild & crazy novelty records and can’t sing to save my life, well, this is the result…. my apologies to both Zevon and The Catalinas.

Here’s the original Catalinas instrumental:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cPbyal9axo

And here’s Warren Zevon performing his original live on stage in 1980:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceH69d-BWY0

kat330:

© a MarLin collab
His train of thought led to a conscious uncoupling.

kat330:

© a MarLin collab

His train of thought led to a conscious uncoupling.

kat330:

by JT Lindroos 03-30-2014
CARDINAL CAPPED CAT

This is a version of my hunaja husband’s birthday card drawing for me last Sunday.

kat330:

by JT Lindroos 03-30-2014

CARDINAL CAPPED CAT

This is a version of my hunaja husband’s birthday card drawing for me last Sunday.