collaboration with kat330

collaboration with kat330

Frankenstein’s Monster Rears It’s Ugly Head Again! A twofer 7” slab of garage rock madness.

Done to Death (Philo & The Cords)

Probably the last upload for a while, here is a song that’s been on the ‘burner’ since well before “The Brain That Would Not Die.” I just didn’t have the time and inclination to fix its problems until today.

As with most of these songs, I wrote the lyrics for my own amusement, and then only later started figuring out how to match and slightly modify them to match existing garage rock instrumentals.

This one uses as its basis a Dutch instrumental song called “Termites” by the Cords, released on Rakki Records in 1963 or thereabouts. I added some echo and spun it a bit faster than it was meant to, then completely bastardized it with my own lyrics and ‘singing.’ Check out the wonderful original on youtube for:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=frW5_PopT1w

Cover art from the fabulous Benito Jacovitti and his Cocco-Bill comics.
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Done to Death
Lyrics: Gristle / Music: The Cords

Now let me tell you a story
Every artist oughta know
When the lights turn low
Getting ready for the show
Like chicken cacciatore
It’s all been done to death

Let’s go on with this tale
Nothing new under the sun
You think you hit a home run?
Think you’re new number one
Remember time in longer scale
By now it’s all done to death

………Like Shakespeare’s Macbeth
………Just like blue Crystal Meth
………Even sad sack Seth
………s’all been Done to Death
………Now take a deep, deep breath
………’cause it’s all Done to Death

Well this tale is never ending
It circles all around and round
Just stick your head into the ground
Thought of something real profound?
It’s only old ideas blending
It’s all been done to death

………Just like the witches in Macbeth
………Just like snorting Crystal Meth
………Just like that poor Mary Beth
………all been Done to Death
………Now take a deep stinkin’ breath
………it’s all Done to Death

Break your leg like Macbeth!
Start cooking up that meth!
Hook up with Seth and Mary Beth!
Cause it’s all Done to Death
Think of your last dying breath
That too’s been done to death

So go save your breath
Do not bother with another
It’s all done to death

As the fall comes around and the little monsters start waking up, it’s time to do a little monster bop and horror hop tune in the tradition of all the cool b-movie ghouls of yesteryear.

Since my lovely wife handed me a gargantuan pile of spectacular (and spectacularly bad) b- and z-grade science fiction movies from the 50s and 60s, I figured an ode to all those films with floating telepathic brains, mad doctors and assorted associated craziness would be suitable project.

Therefore, “The Brain That Would Not Die” is built around the instrumental b-side from Dave Gray and the Graytones called “The Weird One,” a 7” single from 1959 on the Nivek Record label. I wrote the lyrics and growl them on top of the wonderful little tune which you can hear in all its original glory here:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUOvNgIodBs

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Philo & The Graytones: The Brain That Would Not Die

The basement door
The basement door
Now don’t you open that basement door

I have to implore
Go fight a wild boar
Just do not open that basement door

The brain that would not die
No matter how she tried
It lives in a bucket ‘hind
That basement door

Now the doctor’s back
The doctor is back
The doctor’s back behind the basement door

What he tries to restore
The brain can take no more
The doctor’s back and he’s lousy to the core

The brain that would not die
Gives him the evil eye
As it rages in a bucket ‘hind
That basement door

Brain waves! The Pain! AAAARRRRGGGGH!

The brain sees red
The doctor is dead
The doctor’s dead, he lies flat on the floor

The brain that would not die
It’s so mad it wants to cry
'Cause it's stuck in a bucket 'hind
That basement door

Leipzig Fair

These are lyrics to a song I wrote earlier this year, from the point of view of an East German woman living under Stasi (that all-seeing intelligence bureau of the Soviet satellite state of DDR). Stasi put NSA into shame, whatever Edward Snowden may reveal. When dismantled upon German reunification in 1990, after the fall of the Berlin Wall, it employed over 90,000 full-time workers, and somewhere between 200,000 to 500,000 part-time informers. That’s close to one Stasi agent for every 50 citizens. The closest thing to contact with the western world was at the yearly fair at Leipzig, where the state put on a show to present the dream of life behind the Iron Curtain.

Erich Milke was the head of Stasi from 1957 to 1989, and the Klaus Renft Combo was a non-conforming popular rock band until its government-forced dissolution 1975. They re-formed in 1990.

Think of the song sung in an overt Cabaret style, with a bit of German-accented Gogol Bordello thrown in.

Leipzig Fair

East side of Berlin, awake with no light
Guard dogs are howling, my yearnings take flight
It’s another day guarded, another in fright
Another day passes, in Mielke’s spotlight
Tomorrow I travel, it comes every year
Moment of respite, to see my love dear

……….Oh Leipzig Fair, I don’t care
……….Socialist showcase, but everyone’s there
……….Oh Leipzig Fair, don’t you dare
……….The polizei’s back where
……….It’s hard to get out there and
……….Into the night I’d go quick with you

Then back to Berlin, it’s back under glass
My landlord has ransacked my bedroom that ass
I wait in the line, I wait all alone,
They’re listening in, as I wait on the phone
Another year passes, it passes so slow
There’s nothing for me here, why can’t I just go

……….Oh oh Leipzig Fair, I don’t care
……….The only one chance for healing the tear
……….Oh Leipzig Fair, lay it bare
……….The polizei’s out there
……….It’s hard to get in where
……….Into the night I’d go quickly with you

We meet once again, behind that fair booth
A bottle of coke, your kisses so smooth
Renft and his combo, they played through the night
My love he then urged me, it’s time to take flight
A plan set in motion, a plan most airtight
We’ll enter the tunnels, deep into the night
But out of thin air, they spring into sight
My love is behind me, his chances so slight
Oh why should I go through, get out of my plight
I turn on my heels, and I hold him real tight

……….No Leipzig Fair, you’re not there
……….I soon will give in and they’ll lock us somewhere
……….No Leipzig Fair, it’s not fair
……….But the polizei’s in here
……….We cannot get out there but still
……….Into the night I’d go quick with you, oh
……….Into the night I’d go quick with you, yes
……….Into the night I’d go quick with you, one day
……….Into the night I’d go quick with you.

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…

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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